Heading for the Beach

by bobfc

19 Apr 2010 3889 readers Score 7.6 (17 votes) PDF Mobi ePub Txt


I was heading for the shore and got caught in beach traffic. I'd been stuck in traffic for over an hour and roasted in the noon heat. Even with the air conditioner on, I had built up quite a thirst. I still couldn't believe that the traffic had been so bad at noon on a Saturday, even though I was heading toward the beach on a hot day. To cool off, I stopped at a bar both to relax and avoid some of the weekend traffic. When I sat down at the bar, I ordered a Coors. The beer tasted good. I quickly forgot the heat and traffic.

I looked around the bar, and was surprised by the fact there were no women in the bar. I liked the company of men. Something had been changing in me, but I wasn't sure what it was. I had been attracted to men. Even before my girlfriend had gone back home to visit her family, I had fantasized of being with a man sexually. Now here I was; in a bar full of guys; in a gay bar. I could experience my secret desire if I only had the guts. I began to feel a little uncomfortable, as the men were checking me out. They acted nonchalantly, but somehow I knew that they wanted my 23-year-old body. Yet, I had no desire to be with any of them. I was beginning to think this had been a mistake. I figured I'd just finish my beer and continue to the shore. It was then that he walked into the bar. It was strange, because when I'd fantasized about being with a man, he had always been faceless. No one I'd ever seen had brought sensations that would make me want to make love to him. This guy was different. He walked in quietly and sat down three stools over, and ordered a Heineken. As he poured the beer into his glass, I watched him out of the corner of my eye. He was six feet tall, nicely built, not muscular, about 40. His dark blonde hair seemed as though it had been dried casually, still a little damp. He either lived by the beach or came here often. His dark tan was in contrast with the white shorts and tank top he wore. I had never seen a man whom I thought was physically attractive to me. But this guy held my interest. My eyes focused on his sandals and then moved their way up his muscled calves, to his strong thighs. His legs, like his arms, had only a thin, light, layer of hair. His chiseled arms radiated from his chest through the openings of his tight tank top. I could see the outline of his nipples. They were dark brown, large, and hard as rocks. He noticed my stares and simply smiled back at me. The light in the bar reflected off his smooth face. I smiled sheepishly back, nervous but excited at the same time. We sat like this for about ten minutes. I tried to see what was between his legs, but was not able to see much, because his shorts bunched together from sitting down. There was a big bulge in his lap. I didn't know if he was really hung, or if it was just a lot of material. His large hand dwarfed his glass of beer and he rubbed around its rim with his long manicured fingers. When he would catch me looking at him, he'd smile, as though he understood exactly what I was feeling and thinking. It was as though he knew what I wanted, even though I did not look at him, directly. I'd look straight ahead but could see him out of the corner of my eye. He was watching me. Not hungrily, but somehow lovingly. I finally built up the courage to buy him a drink. He accepted and moved closer to me. After he thanked me and we started small talk, he suggested we move to a booth across from the bar. We grabbed our beers and settled into the booth. As we talked, I became very comfortable with him. When I looked into his blue eyes, he would laugh about something I just said and reach over to touch my arm. I moved my bare leg to be in contact with his. We ordered another beer and continued talking. About everything from what we did for a living to what books we had read. He said he had only come in here for a beer, and didn't particularly care for bars. But he was thirsty and wasn't ready to walk back home. I told him that I had never been in a gay bar before, and even more embarrassing, I told him about never having been with a man either. He smiled with a knowing smile.

I told him the whole story about having fantasized all my life about being with a man. But I never felt quite right about it. It was like I was talking to a counselor. He told me that, like me, he had never been true to his feelings until he was 33. Up until then, he lead a straight life, with children, and now an ex-wife. But now at this point in his life, he was ready for a loving, gay relationship. He had had a few male lovers, but the relationships had left him empty. He then asked if I wanted to go back to his place where he offered to cook me dinner.

I paid for the beers and as we left, he put his hand behind my head and brushed the back of my hair. As we were driving in my car towards his home, I reached out and put my hand over his. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently. We gazed into each other eyes, smiling. Everything seemed so natural, even though this was the first time that I had done them with a guy. We pulled into the driveway and walked up the sidewalk into his home. I sat down on the couch as he went into the kitchen to get us a couple of beers. He came back in and sat down right next to me putting his arm behind me across the back of the sofa. I reached down and put my hand on his thigh and looked over at him. His head moved towards mine, I moved my hand to his side pulling him close to me. We kissed deeply, lovingly, but not yet passionately. He stood up and took my hand pulling me towards the back of the house into his bedroom. As we entered, we embraced as my hands gripped his back and our tongues probed each other's mouths. I could feel his strong hands massaging my ass working their way down to the back of my thighs. My hands slid under his shirt rubbing his stomach then his chest and lightly pinched his hardening nipples. I could feel his hardening cock, as he pressed against me. I felt like I was on fire, I wanted all of this man. He broke the kiss and started to unbutton my shirt then leaned forward and started nibbling on my ear as he continued with my shirt. I could feel his soft lips moving down my neck as his tongue left a trail of saliva leading toward my nipples. He sucked my right nipple into his mouth. At the same time I continued to run my hands over his chest and back. I pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. We continued to embrace feeling our strong bodies against the other's, hot and hard. I reached down, undoing the button on his shorts, and pulled his zipper down. I slid my hand down which caused his shorts to drop to the floor. I found his cock in my hand and rolled his balls around in my other hand. We were now kissing, passionately. He pulled my own shorts down. Then reached into my silk boxers and started pulling on my hardening dick. I moved my tongue down his neck to his nipples going back and forth between the two mini peaks. Then I kissed a trail down his stomach until my

chin was resting on his eight inch pink-headed cock. I pulled back and licked up the precum that was oozing from his slit. With my mouth full of saliva and his precum I slowly took his cock into my mouth but not all of it. I continued to do this, making love to his cock with my mouth as my hands rubbed his ass cheeks. His hands ran through my hair. I wanted him so badly. I pulled away from his cock resting the side of my face against his thigh and whispered 'please, make love to me.' He abruptly got up and went into the bathroom and then came back with some KY.

He guided me to the bed and I lay on my stomach. I could feel his tongue as it started at my shoulder and worked its way down my back finally making circles on my butt cheeks. Then he worked the crack of my ass as he coated my asshole with saliva probing it with his tongue. I pushed up into his face, as his hand massaged my cock and balls. I looked over my shoulder as he was putting on his condom and a handful of lube over his swollen cock. Then he took two of his coated fingers and inserted them gently into my ass. I lifted my hips up but kept my head on the bed as he guided his shining slippery cock into my ass. I could feel his cock head as it pressed against my asshole. I pressed back gently as his strong hands on my hips and ass pulled me onto him. As his cock head entered me, the pain was sharp. But the loving way he held my hips caused me to relax as he continued to push his cock into me. Slowly, he pulled me all the way onto him. I could feel his balls touching my butt cheeks. I reached behind and under my legs to massage them. He pulled out almost all the way and then would gently push his cock all the way back in to the hilt. My balls were resting in his pubes. All the while I squeezed his cock with my ass cheeks. Then he pulled all the way out and moved me onto my back. He took my cock all the way in his mouth. He sucked me softly wetly until I was about to cum. He stopped and lifted my legs over his shoulders. Again I felt the head of his cock against my hole which was beginning to enter me again. I relaxed as he slipped inside me, the pain much less this time. He pushed himself all the way in and lay on top of me my dick was pressed hard against his stomach. We kissed while our tongues were probing each other's mouths. He started pumping in small strokes causing his stomach to rub against my precumed cock. He pulled his mouth away from mine and moved it to my ear whispering 'you feel so good, I've never felt like this.' I begged him, 'please cum, I want to feel you fill me up...oh you feel so good...so hard....oh yes...please make love to me...drive it in...oh yeah....oh yeah....'

I could feel his cock start to twitch and feel my own orgasm building inside of me, as his stomach pressed harder and harder against my cock and my balls. He lengthened his strokes, pumping harder. As my orgasm overcame me I bit into his shoulder, driving his cock into me by pulling his ass. He yelled out and as he slammed his dick all the way inside me. I could feel it pulsate and dump his cum deep inside the condom in my bowels. I ran my hands all over his body, as we fell into our mutual orgasm and kissed passionately.

That was so fantastic but not the last time we came that day. When we were finally spent, I stroked his body planted kisses all over and I reluctantly reached for my clothes and dressed. I never did make it to the beach but had a three hour drive back home. He walked me to my car where we said our goodbyes, with the promise of getting together again as soon as we could.

by bobfc

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