A visit To Treen Beach

Saturday 14th August 2021 Treen beach

Stephen and I woke up just before ten in the morning; we hadn’t set the alarm. I looked into Mike and Carl’s bedroom and they were well asleep.

“They’re right out of it. We must have exhausted them last night”. I commented to Stephen.

“They’ll not be used to the Cornish sea air. Give them another half hour and take them up some fresh coffee.” Stephen leapt out of bed and stretched his wondrous body. He was all muscle, thick and powerful, without any kind of artificial body-builders body so obviously built up with steroids, but nonetheless a real man’s body. I looked at him adoringly and was so grateful that he was mine, all mine and with our marriage he was mine for life. I couldn’t be happier.

“What were you thinking of doing today lover of mine”. Stephen enquired.

“I was thinking of taking the guys down to Treen beach at Porthcurno – It should be quite full of holiday makers who want to be naked by the sea and we’ll make a big splash there”.

We agreed that we would do that and that I’d make up a lunch with some wine for us to enjoy and that we’d take the Range Rover there with shades and blankets and towels etc.

Stephen didn’t have to wake up the guys, they came down feeling a bit sore from the night before but both looked happy.

We had a quick breakfast together and we talked out the plans for the day. Mike seemed to be very happy at the idea of a nude beach and Carl seemed happy enough to join us.

It was only when we had arrived above the beach that we revealed to our guests that there was a steep trail down to the beach and the climb back but they were happy enough to help carry down the goods. Both of them loved the view of the Logan Rock and the cliffs.

We arrived down on the sand and Stephen scanned the area for a quiet place where we could set up for the afternoon. The tides were in our favour and the sea temperature was at seventeen to eighteen degrees. Within ten minutes of arrival we were all set up, shades in position, blankets on the sand and naked as the day we were born but looking one hell of a lot bigger and fitter.

Of course we had the roamers and the curious and the over eager walk by to come and ogle at us, a few raised fingers soon sent them on their way. Plenty of sun cream was applied to everyone and we even had a few swims in the sea and played around in the water laughing and teasing each other. A couple of the younger and fitter naturist guys swam by to have a better look at us.

It was a wonderfully warm day and the off-shore breeze was gentle, with just enough wind for a handful of yachtsmen to sail by close to the shore. Again, there was a lot of interest in the nudist beach. There was a small commotion on the beach, I stood up to see what was happening and there was a group of people about seventy metres away on the shore like pointing out to sea. I quickly caught the reason for the disturbance and called the guys to come and see.

A pod of about twenty dolphins were swimming and bobbing in and out of the sea very close to the shore. Carl and Mike were really taken by the scene. I had seen dolphins and porpoises and the odd whale many times whilst sailing and kayaking as had Stephen when he had been out with me, but I still got a thrill when I saw a group of the mammals. After ten minutes or so they had got bored with the cove and swam on towards Porthcurno beach and we went back to our sun trap.

We ate and drank the wine I had brought with us, and talked and talked. Mike was very taken by our location and home, never thinking that it was a pleasant as he thought it would.

He and Carl walked back to the sea together, arms around each other. I was lusting after Mike’s backside and Stephen was enthusing about the multiple double fucking we had inflicted on Carl during the night. Stephen particularly excited remembering the action, and getting hard. We had some cover with the shades and I went down to suck on Stephen boner and also getting erect myself. I was still blowing my beloved when the guys returned, standing above us and watching us both. It was Mike who sank down to his knees, taking my cock from my hands and swallowing most of my shaft. Carl was standing watching but also acting as lookout for prying eyes.

I was enjoying myself being the centre of attention sucking and being sucked until Carl coughed gently and whispered an alert. We each lay down on the blanket hiding our erections. If the person passing was an arse freak then they would have a great view.

Once the person approaching too close to us had moved on Carl joined us but our ardour had diminished. We were enjoying the sun and the warmth.

By five thirty most people had left the beach and were making their way back up the steep path back to the car park by Treen Farm. We were quite alone in our part of the beach, with the tide coming in. we still had ninety minutes or so before we really had to leave or be cut off. Slowly but surely more people left the area and we were almost alone. Scouting around, I was certain we’d be undisturbed and I went down on Stephen’s monster giving him a good licking and sucking. He lay back his massive arms bent to put his hands behind his head so he could look up at me as I laboured away. For good measure, I licked his nipples and massaged his thick hard pecs and toned belly. For the first time I noticed the developing muscled groove passing slightly and below his navel. He was developing his eight pack. I gasped with joy. Licking the newly formed abs for the first time giving them the attention they deserved and having to move his cock to one side to get to them properly. Mike slid over to join me sucking on Stephen’s man hood as I licked his stomach. A huge grin came over Stephen’s face at the attention he was getting.

Carl had developed a hard on and Stephen beckoned him over to join him kneeling at Stephen’s face and offering him his hard eight inches which was swallowed in one go. This was an oral sex session on the beach that many could only dream about, and it was Stephen who was to my mind the one deserving of the attention. For ten minutes or more we made Stephen our idol to be worshiped and service. His huge body perfect in form and size was licked sucked and given offerings of our cocks to suck on. I was licking his broad shoulders and his throbbing hot biceps giving them as much attention as I would a large bowl of local clotted cream. Come to think of it I wished that I had a bowl of our Cornish delicacy to smear all over his body.

Turning to his nipples I licked them and bit them gently pulling the nipples away from the muscle and they perked up as soon as I touched them. He let out an involuntary moan of pleasure as I teased them with my teeth.

The guys were now sucking on Stephen’s cock and licking his balls and scrotum area giving Stephen pangs of pleasure and making him twist in joy. He reached over to me and pulled me to his face, kissing me deeply and with tremendous love, looking at me with pure love and lust.

“I’m going to shoot soon”, he hissed to me. “Gerren, hold me and kiss me”. This time more urgently. I shifted myself up the blanket to be closer to his head holding his head and looking right into his eyes, and kissed him deeply. It did the trick triggering a powerful explosion from his cock, buckling his huge body and had him writhing about. My kiss was muffling his shouts as he shot his load. I didn’t realise it at that instant but there was no evidence of his come anywhere. Looking down to Stephen’s cock, all I could see was Carl’s mouth wrapped tightly around Stephen’s shaft and Mike’s hand slowly milking the eight inches or so that Carl was not sucking on. Carl’s eyes were wickedly gleaming and he had the most satisfying grin on his face. He pulled his lips off from the pulsing member and leaned to his lover Mike and kissed him deeply.

Stephen had raised himself up onto his elbows and called our attention. “Guys”!

He nodded towards the sea. Standing about five metres from us was a young guy of about twenty, naked of course and frantically jacking off in front of us. He wasn’t built or have much by way of muscle but his eyes were wide open staring at us. I pulled Stephen upright to his feet and Carl and Mike stood up with us. We all faced the guy, each of us handsome, muscled and hugely hard and watched him. He didn’t move his feet an inch but just stood there wanking himself and gawping at us.

Stephen nuzzled my neck and gently said to me to go and help the kid, but Mike beat me to it. He strode the few paces to the guy and was stroking his backside and patting the guys belly and rubbing his hard thick nine inch cock against the guy’s thigh. The good looking American looked massive beside the slender wanker. I could hear Mike giving the guys encouragement and the youngster moved one hand to his balls cupping them and suddenly his knees gave way and he fell to the sand with Mike’s cock right by his face and he dumped his load into the sand. He brought his enjoyment to an end by shaking the dregs of his semen onto the ground and turned and strode away from us.

The tide was now coming in closer to us and there wasn’t time for any more action and so we dressed and packed up our belongings. Stephen went down to the ocean to wash his hands and cock and we made our way to the cliffs for the climb to the top and the footpath to the car. I drove home the long way home via Upper Sennen, St Just and Morvah to give the guys a view of the west of our property, giving them a few stories of the history of the area. As we passed by the pub, I asked if the guys would like to eat there that evening, pointing out that most of the food came from my family’s farm. They were very happy to try it. Back home, checking the weather for the night I advised the guys to take something warm for the evening as we could be eating outside. Each couple showered together in their respective showers. I spoke to Stephen to ask when he thought I should tell the others when Newton and friend were arriving. Stephen just shrugged his huge shoulders. “When the guys arrive on Tuesday morning; it’ll stop them getting over excited, especially Carl who is a bigger pig than I remember”.

He moved behind me and I shivered in glee at the feeling of his hard muscle moving against my back. He kissed my neck and told me gently. “I love your hot body, I love your wonderful looks, I love your thoughtfulness and I love every inch of you and most of all I love only you.” I stroked his lower belly. “I’m loving this too – an eight pack”.

“All that time for extra exercise during our lockdown”. Stephen’s eyes shone.

We walked to the pub along the road and easily found a table for the four of us outside in the garden rather than inside the pub and the bar. It was a great meal with great talk and friendship. Mike revealed that he was interested in finding a guy who would be interested in learning leather crafts. I had an idea that I knew one but I kept my counsel.

We attracted some interest from some visitors and were greeted by some of the villagers that Stephen and I knew but we were not disturbed. When we left we took the route back via the coastal path which the guys had not been on as yet and they were surprised when we stopped and Stephen and I climbed up the bank and over the style into our fields.

We walked up to the house and I walked the guys around to the front and let them in taking care of the alarm. We had a nightcap and decided that we’d have an early night. We had rather overdone it on the first night but none of us regretted it.

Stephen and I were again naked on top of the bed. It was nowhere cold enough for us to be inside the huge duvet we had for our emperor sized bed. We played with each other for a while becoming hornier and hornier with each other and nosier as well. I couldn’t hear any sound from next door at all. The wooden door between the rooms could let quite a bit of noise pass through. Stephen and I had debated the strength of the door between the rooms and decided that it would be fun to be able to hear what any guests were getting up to. Carl and Mike were our first guests to actually stay and not share our bed.

During our fun, I swore than the door was slightly open. I took no great notice and it was only when we were relaxing after a strenuous session that Stephen mentioned that he had seen Carl at the door watching us and jacking off. “The quiet one really is the piggy one”. Was Stephen’s conclusion.