Genes, Muscle and First times

Most of our time at home together we were alone, and undisturbed. Our social life consisted of seeing my family, my younger brother Goran, who ran the family farm business, his ever-loyal wife, Laura, to would resolutely defend me from anyone who dared to criticise me and my life style, and my nephew Pascoe, who was now growing fast and into his early teens and who admired Stephen and myself greatly.

We were well known and very welcome in the local pub by Dan the landlord and his team and by the other regulars and by the farmers and land-owners of the village and surrounding district.

As the eldest child, I became the head of the family, although my brother worked the land and ran the business. By tradition locally, I was therefore respected by the community, and I never heard a word against me because I was gay and married to Stephen.

There was talk that I was a bastard child because I was the only blond, fair skinned member of my family. My beloved grand-parents were able to scotch the talk because of the old story of an ancestor marrying a Swedish girl back in the mid to late seventeen hundreds and so there was a chance that genetically the Nordic genes had asserted themselves through my father. A DNA test on both myself and my brother showed that there was a 5% Northern European part of our genes. After some on-line research we found a marriage certificate identifying the lady in question and her place of birth in Sweden.

Nearly all of we Cornish from West Penwith are dark. Dark skin dark eyes and black hair, and in my view, they are not particularly attractive people. There are jokes about in-breeding.

They say opposites attract, and it’s made me wonder why I find Stephen who is also blond and light skinned so attractive. We’ve spoken about it at times and I reckon that because 95% of my make up is Celtic and Cornish, in my brain, I’m dark focused and so the opposite attraction is to blond people.

But hey, it doesn’t answer the question as to why blond Stephen is so attracted to me. As I get older and am approaching my forties in a couple of years’ time, I’m beginning to accept what so many people have told me over the years, that I am a handsome man. I’ve always thought of my face as being plain. Sometimes Stephen threatens to kick sense into me when I object to him telling me I’m a gorgeous looker. To me Stephen is a stunningly good-looking guy.

Not long after our marriage and Stephen’s parents John and Joan had moved to the north of Scotland, we paid them a visit for a week. We were fortunate that they both totally accepted me as a member of their family and Joan in particular seemed to treat me as a second son.

I was sitting in the small but tidy kitchen with her one morning whilst Stephen and his father were out in the hills, talking things military, when Joan told me that she had discovered an old photo album she had found when moving home. I inwardly groaned until she told me that there were photos of a young Stephen in them.

What surprised me was just how good looking he was when he was a child and how his handsomeness increased as he became a teenager. Though what shocked me was just how skinny he was. I could see his height increasing as the photo’s showed him getting older and there was no surprise in my mind that he eventually reached 6’6”. Joan herself was a tall woman at nearly 6’2”, and I think another reason she took to me was that she was nearly my height at 6’3”.

But what almost shocked me was Stephen’s lankiness. Spindly shoulders, long, skinny arms and legs, and hardly a chest at all. He was totally the opposite in build to the hunk I had met and married.

Stephen had told me in the past how he bulked up during his officer training at Sandhurst and whilst he served in the Army in Iraq, Northern Ireland and Afghanistan, and how he had increased his muscle and shape after he left the Army. Now I could see the evidence of his former self when he was much younger.

Joan showed me more photos of Stephen in uniform when he started at the Military Academy, and remarked that many wondered and joked how he could stay upright and not be blown away when there was a large breeze. He really had packed on the weight during his training.

I wasn’t a skinny child, I’d always been a busy kid, walking, running, sailing, rowing and kayaking and climbing the moors in search of rocks and studying geology which was my passion. I’d always been big boned as they say. Also living on a farm with plenty of food and a mother and grandmother who were wonderful cooks also helped.

That evening in Scotland talking in bed with Stephen and telling him that I’d seen his childhood photos for the first time, I told him that I marvelled at the change in his body and that I appreciated him so much more, though I wondered where his massive dick had come from.

Stephen’s body was very large and muscled and perfectly toned and his dick was in total proportion to his body weight, height and bulk. He looked at me in disbelief.

“Come on Gerren, have you never noticed that skinny guys have massive cocks”? I hadn’t. Stephen was surprised. “And have you never noticed that ginger guys are also massively hung”?

I had to admit that I hadn’t particularly noticed with the few ginger guys I’d bedded.

Thrusting his cock into my hand he told me, “Gerren my handsome, being half Scottish and skinny from birth, I naturally have a huge cock. It’s in my genes, just like your blondness is in your genes”.

For a moment or two it made sense to me until I thought about my cock.

“So where does my cock come to be so huge”?

“I suppose it comes from your Nordic side, all 5% of it and the 95% Cornish Celt in you”.

I thought about it for a moment and could see his point.

“You’ve got a fantastic body and your dick is spectacular for your shape and height. It might be slightly smaller than mine, but on you it’s massive just like mine, and I wouldn’t change one atom of you for anything”.

I asked if he had been teased at school for being so tall and skinny. He said that he hadn’t and that if he had he’d be well able to take care of it.

“There was one thing I remember”, Stephen looked reflective. “I sort of always knew I was gay and even though I was in an all-male school I was never interested in girls. I was thirteen or maybe fourteen and at the British Military School in a town called Hamm in West Germany. It was a boarding school. In my school year there was another guy, also blond who was out, openly gay and I fancied him like crazy. He might be the reason I prefer blond guys. He was in the same year group as me but was in a different part of the school. I’ve no idea why. So, I only saw him every now and again”.

“I wanted to have him know I was also gay but wanted to keep it quiet from the rest of the school and there were a few times I managed to get close to him but I never spoke to him and he never acknowledged me. There was one time I saw him go into the toilets on his side of the school and I ran like hell to go to hopefully stand next to him, which I did and I went to stand right next to him. I wanted to see his dick. I pulled out my dick which even then at my age was a biggie and pretended to piss and called out loud, ‘God I needed that, I was almost bursting’. I saw the guy smile but he didn’t look at my dick, and he hauled in his dick away before I even got to get a glimpse of it”.

“His smile was amazing and I can almost remember it now”. I sort of held my place for a few more seconds and put it away and went to the washbasins to wash my hands but he had already gone so I didn’t have the chance to talk more to him. Maybe he wasn’t interested in a skinny kid like me”.

I felt sorry for Stephen but excited by his story.

“We lived in dorms and there was no privacy at night to jack off. I used to go to the lock-up in the toilets and jack off in there thinking of the blond gay guy and the things I’d like to do with him, like being naked together, wanking each other’s cocks and kissing and sucking each other. That was about the limit of my sexual experience at the time. I remember one day; I was having a wank in the toilets and someone came to the lock-up next door to me and I was thinking that it could be my blond guy also having a crafty wank and I really got very excited. I think it was the first time I had such an explosive cum shot. The fucking stuff flew all over the place and the noise it made hitting the walls and floor of the cubicle. I never zipped up so fast and I fled the toilets as fast as I could. I don’t think I flushed the toilet either. I didn’t want to be known as the jack off guy in the bogs throughout the school”.

I asked Stephen if he thought the guy next door was the gay blond guy.

“I’ve no idea, but for years, I used to jack off thinking that it might have been him”.

“So, what happened to the guy, why didn’t you ever get to meet or talk with him”? I was so wanting the two young boys to have met.

I think his family was posted elsewhere and he moved on. I also was sent back to England for boarding school ready for my ‘O-levels’. I actually never knew the guy’s name, though most the school knew he was gay, he was so open about it, so I couldn’t ask what had happened to him, and, I was frightened that if I did ask that the other kids would put two and two together and think I was gay too”.

“Which you were – thank God”.

Stephen giggled. “Yeah”.

“I used to go cruising in the German public toilets before I left. Totally illegal of course and I was totally under age. But I do remember following a guy into the Gents. ‘Herrenzimmer’. He was fucking gorgeous in my young eyes and was blond too. I walked in and stood next to him and pulled out my hard cock which was huge even then for my size and he looked at it and showed me his erection and I was about to touch it when he walked away telling me in German that I was “Gefängnisköder”. Jail bait. Again, I was frustrated.

“I found myself really attracted to blond guys and there were plenty in Germany, but at the boarding school in England it was very different. We were still in dorms, and it was a lot more open when it came to the guy jacking off. It’s true what they say about those schools, in the dorms it was very relaxed when it came to sex, and there was a lot of helping hands at times. Being so big I was popular and some of the guys wanted to suck me, and publicly as well. I wasn’t into that at all; not with my school mates and the guys were also attracted to me because of the amount of cum I shot. I remember the first time I came in the dorm in front of the guys and there were screams at the juice I threw out. So I stopped shooting in front of the guys and just gave them the show of wanking. I really wasn’t attracted to the guys, not in the same way at all as the blond guy in Germany”.

I’d know that Stephen had relationships and sex with guys when he was training to be an officer as he had told me, but I had no idea of his first time with a guy other than a mutual jack off.

“I was seventeen and in the period between leaving school and joining up. It was summertime and I was at the family home in Billingshurst and by myself a lot of the time and frankly bored and the only sex I was getting was wanking myself and shooting into the toilet at home. I was already out to Ma and Pa, and they were super cool about it. Pa’s only concern was that I was underage and he didn’t want me getting into trouble and he spoke to me about when I was at Sandhurst, that I shouldn’t have any sexual contact or conversation with anyone. Keep it private and outside of the Army was his advice”.

“I had a decent allowance from them and I took the train to Bournemouth for the day, leaving a note for them to say where I was going. At Bournemouth I took a bus to Sandbanks and crossed the ferry to the dunes. You know where I mean, we’ve been there a few times together”.

I did know where he meant but it would be a few years later that I first went there.

“I just wandered around the dunes and noticed the naked guys, most of them far too old for my taste and saw some of them messing around, and some of them very openly as I walked past them. It was the first time I’d seen guys sucking and fucking for real and I was very excited. I came to a track, which was muddy but passable if you were careful and came to another open dune area hidden away from the sea by impassable trees, and I could see other men walking around naked. I stuck to the path by the trees and saw two attractive guys almost hidden inside the trees. I suppose they were in their early twenties and they were naked together. I mean there were real naked men having sex with each other in almost in front of me. I looked around and saw I was not being followed and made my way into the trees, and stopped a few feet away from them. They hadn’t seen me but I could see that they were trading blow jobs”.

“Gerren, I just had to get my dick out and jack off. It was so exciting and so close. I’d never seen guys doing this before though I’d heard of it happening. I wanted to get closer to the guys to see more and it was then that they noticed me. I was about to walk away to leave them alone but they waved me to come closer. They must have seen my cock. They made me feel so welcome, stroking my cock at first and offering me their cocks for me to hold and stroke. Then one of them went down on me. It was the first blow job I ever had and it felt fantastic, much better than I ever imagined. The guy was down on his knees worshiping my cock and he seemed as if he was in heaven. The other guys stood next to me with his hard cock pointing to the sucker but his cock was nowhere near my size, but he seemed mesmerised by my cock. The guys were whispering so as not to draw attention to any others, and they were talking about my cock size. The second guy also sucked on me and both of them were soon sucking and licking me.

Then they were wanting me to get naked with them and they were pulling off my T-shirt. It was all I had on except my shorts which were on the floor. The next thing I knew was that one of them was behind me licking my arse cheeks with his hands holding each buttock and pulling them apart. I sort of resisted and the guy behind whispered to the other “he’s clean”, and I felt this extraordinary feeling against my arsehole which was fantastic. I was being rimmed for the first time in my life as well as being sucked. I’d never even considered licking a shit hole before”.

“Well soon I was being bent over and being offered the sucker cock to go down on which I did tentatively but I enjoyed it. The guy didn’t have a big dick but it tasted neutral and he was gently telling me to use my tongue. All the time the other guy was licking my hole and jacking off and I heard splashes on the ground and the guy stopped, and walked away”. The guy who cock I was sucking cursed and also walked away. I looked down between my legs and saw the spunk on the floor where the rimmer had just shot his load”.

“I also noticed for the first time, used tissue paper all around the area and used rubbers and packaging. I was pulling up my shorts and about to put my t-shirt back on when I saw another guy walking towards me also naked and sporting a hard on, which was bigger then the two other guys. I noticed that he had a good smooth body and that he was young, maybe about twenty or so, but the best thing was that he was fair haired”.

“He was pulling on his dick as he walked towards me and nodding his head as if he was asking if it was all right for him to join me. Fuck Gerren, he wasn’t the blond guy of my dreams but he most certainly was close to it. When he was next to me, I dropped my shorts again and he said out loud something like, “Holy fuck that’s one hell of a dick” and I was soon getting the second blow job of the day. This time the guy went right down on me and I tell you, if the first two blow jobs were good, this one was sensational. He pulled off my dick and spoke. “Fuck you are fucking huge, how big is that thing”. I had no idea. I’d never measured it. Then he asked me how old I was. I lied saying I was just nineteen, and he went back down on me again and I was soon very close to shooting and pulled out to stop me from doing so”.

“The guy asked me if the one of the guys had been rimming me. I’d never heard the name before and he told me it was licking my hole. I confirmed it and told him it felt great and it was the first time. He became very excited and asked if I was virgin. I knew about that and told him I was. He became very energised and again asked if I have ever fucked a guy or been fucked, and I told him no. He asked if I’d go back to his place with him and we could do more, he seemed very eager. He lived in Bournemouth. I was attracted to him very much and agreed. I had a few hours left. We walked back to the ferry and took the bus back to his place. It was a bedsit, small but tidy. Just outside his room was a toilet and shower, and we showered separately and dried off naked in his room and we kissed. It was my first male to male kiss. My cock was super hard and I was very excited. He was excited by my cock and my height”.

“We sucked each other and he rimmed my hole which again felt great. He asked if I would rim him but I wasn’t ready for it. Then he asked me to fuck him. He had lube and a rubber ready, and I agreed. I’d never put on a rubber before and he had to show me how and self lubed his arse and my dick and bent over the bed. I had an idea what to do. Some things come naturally but I had no idea of the sensation of entering a guy and I was a little scared of hurting him but he was very encouraging and helped me along with encouraging words. He loved it, praising me and telling me it was the biggest dick he’s had inside of him. I fucked him from behind with him telling me all the time just how great it felt, and after a while we changed positions from doggy to missionary which was better for me as I could look at him and watch his reaction. The best bit was when I was fucking him and he was telling me to fuck harder and with longer strokes. He was very experienced. In my head though I was fucking the blond guy at school in Germany”.

“The guy asked if I was close to cumming and I stupidly asked if I should pull out and wank off. He told me I could if I wanted but that I’d feel better if I shot my load inside the rubber in him. I tried cumming that way but it didn’t work and so I withdrew from him and jacked off. With my fantasy guy in my head and the thrill of the action I’d had that day with my three firsts, I shot my load. I was shaking with the thrill of orgasming and the juice flew all over the guy. He was saturated by my load and was quivering with excitement. When I stopped, he asked if I always shot my load like that and I confirmed it. He looked at me as if I was a gift from heaven and asked me to hold my dick above his face as he shot his load”. After we had tidied up he asked if we could meet the next day but I couldn’t, I was low on my allowance and couldn’t afford the fare to Bournemouth again. As it happened, we didn’t meet again. We didn’t swap details and I didn’t want to give out my home phone number with Ma and Pa picking up the phone”.

Stephen completed his first-time story with me and cuddled up to me, his head on my shoulder, his huge arm across my chest and his hard cock resting on my upper thigh and up towards my waist.

“You know what Gerren, when I first saw you in the street in St Ives, for a moment I thought you were the blond guy from school, but do you know what? You are thousands of times better than he ever would have been.

 

Stephen’s parents’ home on Loch Torridon in North West Scotland was a beautiful and perfect retirement home, in a perfect setting and in a very quiet and peaceful village. Well, it was peaceful and quiet until the weather changed and the gales blew in from across the Minches and the rain changed from falling vertically to blowing at you horizontally. In Cornwall we have rain as well but the rain is warmer, we also have what we call a lazy wind. That’s a wind that blows right through you chilling you to the bone. The wind is too lazy to go around you.

The home overlooked the beautiful loch and was surrounded by hills and mountains of Wester Ross and the sandstone Torridon Hills. Raised up about twenty metres above the loch the house was very comfortable and very well insulated and comforting. Right next door to the main home was a separate building which had been converted into a small studio style building with a bedroom, bathroom and kitchen. It was here that Stephen and I slept when we stayed. It was perfect as we could be our gay selves, sleeping and fucking together out of sight of his parents. It was only about fifteen metres distant from the main house but it was far enough for us. The building was also very well insulated and cosy and gave us some privacy and we could sleep naked as we did back in Cornwall.

A couple of days after Stephen had told me of his first experiences, we were lying on the bed naked and he asked me about my first experience and when did I first realise that I was gay.

I told him that as far as I knew I was always gay, and even at Primary school, I was more attracted to the guys than the girls. I used to sit next to a boy named Peter, who even at the age of nine or ten I found attractive and enjoyed it when our bare legs touched each other when we were seated at the class desks. In those days we still wore shorts at that age. Peter and I moved to the same schools as we got older, but I never thought of him as a close friend or as a sexual contact as I got older, though to my eyes he remained attractive.

I remembered being in the showers after sports at school when I was thirteen and seeing a couple of the older guys, a couple of years above my class, sporting erections and one of them showing off and wanking, and talking to some of the others in my class about what was happening afterwards. It was about that time that I started getting erections and playing with my dick and eventually shooting my first loads of cum. I started to notice the other taller guys, like me and how their bodies were changing like mine, and some of the guys pointed out that my dick was by far the biggest in the year. Most of the guys were into rugby and I played like most of the adolescents at my time but I was more into sailing and had an uncle who taught me and one Christmas I was given a Mirror class boat all of my own by all the family. I liked the independence of sailing alone and soon got into kayaking as well.

I did well at school and got a place at Bristol University to study geology and it was there that my sexual awakening happened. There was a GaySoc at the Students Union but I found it too political for my tastes, and I really didn’t find the members attractive enough for my attention though, a few guys came onto me, and even within the student body some girls even tried it on with me.

Down the hill from the faculty there was a gay bar that I went to a few times, but all the attention I got was from campy queen guys or middle-aged wonders who fancied their chances.

My first contact with a guy? Well, it sounds dirty but it was unintentional. I was walking back after a lecture back to my digs along Park Row when there was a sudden and violent downpour and I needed to shelter. There is a public convenience on the corner, which I suppose is Victorian or Edwardian in age and its full of marble walls and flooring, and I ran in there. There was a guy standing in the stall who looked at me, dripping wet, and he turned and flashed his dick at me. He must have been in his mid-twenties, fairly good looking and I remember he wore glasses which made him look rather sexy. He had a good build on him too. So there I am, 18 or 19 years old, tall, blond, muscular, barely legal, wearing a soaking wet shirt and rain water falling down my face and he must have thought I was sent from heaven.

He deliberately faced me jacking off and he had a decent dick on him and he turned around to go to one of the two lock-ups which were both empty, and he stood in the doorway and nodded for me to join him inside one. I was too scared to do it and he indicated that I should go into the other lock up. I was puzzled until I saw a two-inch hole in the wall. Actually, it was amazing. Someone had drilled this perfect circular hole through an inch and a half of marble.

Well once I had closed and locked the door behind me the guy thrust his cock through the hole and was pulsing it in the air as if it was asking for attention. I’d never touched another guy’s dick before but grabbed hold of it as if it was my own and wanked it. His cock was hard and firm like mine and I had the desire to want to suck it, but didn’t want to thinking of disease and so on.

Then he pulled out his cock from the hole and I could see his face by the hole and he was whispering for me to put my cock through the hole. All sorts of ideas went through my head about injuries and other stories I’d heard in public toilets but I was attracted to the guy and so I hauled out my cock and pushed it through the hole. I heard a gasp and a “holy fuck”, and felt a warm and wet feeling around my dick that was wonderful, and my cock felt harder that ever before. I felt the guy also jacking on my cock.

After a while he stopped and I wondered what the problem was and I felt him pushing against my cock.

I withdrew and bent down to the hole and the guys was whispering to me asking me if I’d like to go back to his place. I saw no reason why not and the rain had stopped and so we met across the road and I followed him back to his place.

It was a small two-bedroom flat in Clifton, not too far away and he shared with another gay guy who wasn’t at home. We went to his small bedroom and stripped off and he was all over me and we embraced, and it was the first time I’d had another guys naked body in contact with mine and it was great.

Anyway, we sucked each other and shot our loads. No mention was made of fucking. I got all the compliments from him about my looks my build and my cock and was invited back again. I can’t remember his name and oh yes, he wasn’t into kissing. He told me that the other guy he shared with would be interested in me and maybe we could do a threesome.

The guy was kind enough to make me a coffee and we sat and chatted. He asked if I visited the cottage often. I had no idea what he meant by a cottage and he told me it was gay slang for a public convenience, I learned a few more terms from him like Glory hole, and so on. We made a date for later in the week for me to call around to his place and he told me of some other cottages where there was plenty of action to be had and the best times of day to go.

I turned up at his place later that week, and the other guys was there. He was a strikingly good-looking guy and we were soon naked together but the third guy was strange in one aspect. He had the tiniest dick. As thin as my little finger and only about an inch and a half long. It turned out that he was also a total bottom and only wanted to be fucked. The guy was the first I ever fucked and his room mate was very excited watching me. We messed around for an hour or so and I left them feeling a little weird but happy that I’d broken my sexual virginity. I didn’t go back to the place again but I did start to visit a few ‘cottages’, around the city. What the guy had told me was true, though most of the guys were really too old for me and the places were dirty, but I did get some action, and some mutual wanking and the occasional fuck with other students, but I found them to be clingy.

I had a surprise at one place. There was a convenience in a traffic island by Temple Meads railway station which was underground. I’d passed by a few times and there was some action in the washroom at the rear. On this day, I went down the stairs and there was an orgy going on. There must have been eight or nine guys in the back room, sucking and fucking like crazy, some of them naked. God knows what would have happened if there had been a police raid.

I used to go home to Cornwall most weekends and got involved in a scratch rugby team and it was through there that I met Geoff. I noticed him staring at me in the team bath after the game and giving me the eye as we dried and changed, and I ended up following him on his way home and calling into a lay-by with a cottage and I waited a few minutes before I also went into the toilets to find him on his knees giving a guy a blow job.

The guy getting the work ran off and Geoff was there shitting himself. What did I do? I whipped out my dick and gave it him to suck on. He came back to my place and I fucked him hard and it was from there that I made my first friendship.

Stephen then asked me when I was the first time I bottomed.

It was memorable. I had travelled to Greece as part of my thesis for my geology degree and decided to visit Mykonos. I’d heard so much about the place and the easy-going attitudes. I had decided to mix my research with a holiday. It was the first time I had been to a really warm climate and I had heard that there was a gay nudist beach called Elia. I hired a very small cabin cruiser to travel around the islands and I was a little nervous of going to the beach even though I had been to the dunes at Porthkidney sands back home so many times and spied on the nudists since I was fifteen or so.

I dropped anchor and swam naked to the beach aware that I was being watched by maybe hundreds of other naked horny guys and I sat on the hot sand and basically spread my legs wide and caught the sun for an hour or so. I was heavily cruised, especially by some really handsome guys, and I turned over to sun my back and backside. There was one guy who came and crouched by me with his flaccid uncut dick right in my face, offering to oil my back. I hadn’t brought any oil or towel or shade with me from the boat and I took him up on the offer. He was good looking and dark and had a great body and wasn’t at all pushy. He went to fetch his oil and came back and really oiled my back well and I was so relaxed and of course he oiled my backside too, and gently played with my hole with a finger. All the time he was praising my skin and my muscle and my backside.

I also oiled his back for him and I noticed that he was getting hard and that we had attracted a bit of an audience. I had my things on the boat and after an hour or so I had to return to drink and eat and swam back and as I climbed back on board; I saw him standing in the water up to his thighs facing me with his hard-on. I waved to him to swim out to the boat and helped him on board. He had a very firm grip I remember. I had a very small cabin with a basic cooker and bed and we went below. He was all over me and especially my arse which I enjoyed and I was really relaxed with him. We played around for a while and he asked me if I had a rubber. I did but I was wondering if he wanted me to fuck him, which I did, or if he wanted to fuck me. I’d never bottomed before and was a little nervous, but I was very attracted to him. When I told him I had a rubber, he quietly asked if he could fuck me. I said it would be my first time and he promised to be careful.

His dick was not large, maybe five or six inches, small compared to mine. I was happy to be with him and he wasn’t at all pushy and over eager to fuck me. It seemed just natural. I have no idea why I let him do it.

It was good. He was re-assuring, calm and gentle allowing me to first sit on his cock to control entry and then for him to be on top of me. I was most surprised that I had an erection all the time and that I shot my load while he was in me. I was also please that he pulled out of me to shoot his load as I was concerned of him shooting in me with maybe a broken rubber. It wasn’t but I was happier for the re-assurance. After a kiss and a cuddle, we swam back to the shore. We’d been away for just over an hour.

The guy was from Holland and he was with a couple of friends and I was invited to join them for the rest of the afternoon. We got on well and I was asked to go out with them on the town that evening. I was grateful for that as I wasn’t looking forward to a long evening and night on a cramped boat. I left then at about five in the evening as I had to sail around the Island to the port to berth for the night. It was a great night out, and the guy who had fucked me showed no possessive behaviour to me. We ate, drank and danced a while and at about one in the morning I left them to make my way back to the boat after kissing all three of them. One of the friends kissing me with deep interest.

The next day I sailed back to Elia beach and this time I used a waterproof bag to pack in some items for the beach such as oil and a towel. I didn’t see the guys that day, but again I was heavily cruised and two hunks placed themselves naked right next to me. They were Danish and we got chatting and had lunch together. I like the idea of sitting at a table naked at the beach and eating drinking and chatting. I was invited back to their hotel room that night and so after sailing back to the port again, I met up with them and I spent the whole night with them and fucked one of them and was fucked by the other.

Stephen was happy listening to me just as I had listened to his experiences. Lying naked on top of the bed at his parent’s home, just chatting to my husband was comforting and I couldn’t have been with a better man. We had been naked together on beaches back in Cornwall on Porthkidney, Pedn Vounder and at Studland. We helped each other shoot a big load each and fell asleep in each other’s arms.