Arjun and I were enjoying a day on a Mediterranean beach. It was a hot, sunny summer day. Clad in skimpy swim briefs, our towels arranged on the sand, our beach umbrella providing some shade, we sat comfortably in our sand chairs, watching the ocean waves and the sea of hot men before us.
We’d chosen a spot toward the back of the beach. Even though we’d arrived early, the patch of sand that was the secluded gay – or LGBTQ – beach was already quite packed. We liked a spot at the back anyway, all the better to people watch from there.
The sea of men and the sun warming our loins brought blood into our dicks, not making them erect, but swelling them.
A short while later, a medium height, toned, white guy with a dusting of brown chest hair, a sharp face, and a nice bulge in his fitted swim trunks wandered onto the beach, clearly lost, looking confused.
He saw us looking at him, and the small open patch of sand next to us, and headed our direction.
“Hi guys,” he ventured in American English. We nodded, saying hi, confirming we spoke English. “Oh good, Americans. I don’t speak much Spanish. Is this space free,” he asked, nodding to the patch butting up to our space. “I’m not even sure I’m in the right place…” he continued, looking around. “I’m trying to find some beach I can’t pronounce. People kept pointing me here…” Looking around again, “But I’m not sure this is the right place.” His brow ruffled, “This looks like a gay beach…”
“It is,” I said, “Or really, it’s all inclusive, but happens to be heavily gay. It’s also a clothing optional beach,” I continued, glancing at a nearby couple, kissing in the nude.
“I see,” the guy said, clearly thinking through the situation.
“You are welcome to stay,” Arjun said. “Like my husband Grant here said, this beach is for everyone, you don’t have to be gay or any of the LGBTQ letters. I’m Arjun,” he continued, smiling at the guy.
He gave a half smile, “Sam.” He looked around again, giving the naked couple a long look and made a decision. Shrugging his shoulders, “When in Rome right,” and arranged himself in the open space.
It was a small space, his sand chair was only inches from mine, and his umbrella overlapped with ours, but he was comfortable and relaxed in the chair, chatting with us. His fitted, short swim shorts hiked up his legs, cupping his package.
I couldn’t help but take long looks at it. If he noticed, he didn’t say anything or move to hide his wares.
Men willed about, going down to swim, to visit the restroom or food stands, to see friends, all giving us a show of all sizes, shapes, colors, and levels of dress.
Sam watched it all. “Is this typical? Sorry if that came out right, I’m just curious. This is very different from hetero beaches.”
“We know, that’s why we like to avoid hetero beaches,” I joked.
Sam laughed, nodding his head.
“This is normal for us,” I explained. “It’s all about freedom and just enjoying ourselves in a safe space.”
Sam nodded again, looking around. I could swear his bulge grew a little bigger. “Seems like fun,” he ventured after a while, “I wish hetero beaches were as open…”
“Feel free to get into the spirit here,” I coaxed, hoping to see him strip off.
He laughed, looking at me, his eyes drifted across my and Arjun’s bodies.
Arjun jumped in, sensing the guy wasn’t ready for that yet, and offered some snacks. He unzipped our beach cooler bag and presented the offerings to Sam. We continued to chat with him, drinking a lemon beer and munching on some protein chips.
He was friendly, a gym buff like us. He was traveling Spain after working in Madrid for a while. It was his first trip to Europe, and he was really enjoying himself. His girlfriend had broken up with him shortly before this trip, saying he traveled for work too much, which I understood, he was often away for weeks at a time.
“So,” he continued, “I’m trying to enjoy the bachelor life and explore new things.” He looked at us again as he said the last part.
“Well, your first gay and clothing optional beach is new right,” I encouraged.
Sam smiled, nodding his head. He looked around again, more of the men head stripped down as the heat grew, and more of them were kissing. A few had moved beyond that, a hard dick getting stroked here and another getting sucked there.
“Shhhhiiit,” Sam uttered, taking it all in. “Just right here in public…” he trailed off in thought.
“Yes,” I stated blankly, eyes on his crotch, pretty sure I saw his bulge grew again.
He kept watching and absentmindedly scratched his crotch, bunching the swim trunks up more on his bulge. He was definitely getting hard and I caught just a glimpse of his dick as the swim trunk bunched up, his dickhead, contained in the mesh inner lining, slipped out the leg before he adjusted the trunks back into place. They still cupped his junk nicely, but I couldn’t see his dick anymore.
He cleared his throat. “I uh, I’m going to go for a swim. You mind keeping an eye on my stuff?”
“Not at all,” I said with a wink, pointedly looking at his crotch.
He gave me a look I couldn’t read and headed off down the beach. The swim trunks fit his butt just as nicely as they fit his bulge. Arjun and I enjoyed watching him walk away.
“You think we’ll get him to drop those shorts,” Arjun asked hopefully, eyebrows wagging.
“Oooooffff,” I breathed. “I sure hope so. I also want that dick in my mouth,” I said, telling him about the glimpse of Sam’s head and the rising and falling chub he was displaying. Arjun, seated a little further away, couldn’t see all the details I saw.
“Hot,” Arjun breathed, rubbing his chub in his tight swim brief.
We people watched, pointing out men that caught our attention, including one couple that was outright fucking under the beach umbrella.
“Ooh the gays,” we joked fondly, watching the fun.
Sam came back a little while later, ocean water dripping from his short brown hair and down his toned body. His swim trunks clung to him, leaving little to the imagination. His penis clearly chubbed.
“You see what’s going on on the beach guys,” he asked, excited and maybe a little scandalized. “There’s a few couples just fucking right there in the open,” he stated in disbelief.
We both grinned, “Typical,” I stated flatly.
Sam looked at me. “This is still normal?”
“Sure is,” Arjun stated. “We’ve been a part of it a few times ourselves.”
Sam seemed surprised, and was that a hint of intrigued?
He looked back at the couple fucking nearby, then at us, and sat back down, his bulge on full display, pressing into the swim trunks. He was clearly chubbed.
“What else have you guys done on the beach,” he asked after a silent pause. His gaze was on the fucking couple, diverting to us when I spoke.
“Got our dicks sucked, mutual masturbation, gotten fucked and fucked someone…” I listed, making it sound perfectly normal. “Just about anything you could image… including my favorite…” leveling my gaze right at him, “Sucking cock.”
His bulge swelled.
He held my gaze, mouth open, words caught in his throat.
I stood up, casually stretching, “Man it’s gotten hot. I’m gonna strip off.”
I pulled my skimpy swim brief off, my chubbed dick bouncing free, a drop of precum soaking into my towel.
Sam watched intently.
Arjun followed suit, his chubbed uncut brown dick flopping out.
“Shhiiiiit,” Sam breathed, hand unconsciously rubbing his bulge. It was straining the swim trunks now, I assume uncomfortably so, in the fitted trunks.
He hopped to his feet, looking at us, courage in his eyes. “I’m doing it,” he stated, giving himself a pep talk. And he shucked his shorts. A 5.5inch erect, cut dick snapped free of the shorts. It had a gentle curve to the left and stood upward, the head kissing his abdomen.
Coming back to his senses, Sam looked at himself and the situation in disbelief.
“Liberating isn’t it,” I asked, jumping in to keep him from overthinking the step he’d taken.
“Yes,” Sam said after a moment.
Some of the other guys nearby were checking Sam out, his nice, rock-hard cock and toned body drawing their eyes.
Sam took a step closer to us. “New experience for me. Naked in public. Guys staring at my body.” His dick throbbed and a drop of precum pushed out his dick slit.
“You’re a very attractive man,” I stated. “And you have a nice dick.”
Sam gave me a look, and I worried I’d taken it too far, but his look morphed into a grin and then took on a sly tone.
“You know,” he started, looking back and forth between us. “It’s been a while since I’ve had my dick sucked.” His hand cupped his balls and held the base of his dick, as if offering it up to us.
The couple fucking was at their end, moaning, blowing their loads.
Sam looked at them, his dick pulsing, leaking more. He jerked it a few times.
He looked back at us, “Since you said your favorite thing is to suck a dick…” he trailed off, maybe thinking he’d gone too far, he continued a little more hesitantly, “I thought you might like to…”
I dropped to my knees, sucking his full length into my mouth with one go, swirling his precum over his meat and savoring the flavor of his nectar and the salty ocean water on his skin. His offer to suck his dick cut off, turning into a groan of pleasure.
“… HHHHOOOOOOO FUUUUCK,” Sam moaned, hips twitching, chest rising and falling, abs clenching.
I bobbed up and down his meat, faster, with steady motions, his glans running along the roof of my mouth, his curved shaft cradled by my tongue.
Arjun walked over and embraced Sam, pulling him into a kiss.
Sam’s cock throbbed with the kiss and leaked more. I swallowed some of his juices, sucking him in deep and holding him there. I fondled his testicles, average size, smooth sac, and sensitive. He groaned at the touch and bucked his hips.
I slapped his ass and grabbed on the cheeks, pulling him into me and delighting in the feel of his lightly hairy, firm, toned ass.
“OOOOOHHH shit,” Sam moaned, temporarily breaking the kiss. “No one has ever sucked me like this before, fffuuuuccck…”
“My husband’s a pro,” Arjun said, holding the back of Sam’s neck. “He also likes when someone face-fucks him,” Arjun offered with a wink.
Sam’s eyes lit up, and he turned his gaze to me. His hips bucked again, dick driving in.
I moaned.
And that was all he needed. Pent-up sexual energy and need to release a multi-day reservoir of cum took over and he went for it, using the hole offered. Squatting just slightly, his cheeks parting and flexing, he fucked my face hard, fast, aggressive.
My hands held onto his ass and dug into the open crack, the tips of my middle fingers hitting his anus.
“FFFFFUUUUUCCK,” Sam screamed, half the beach hearing him. We now had an audience.
Arjun pulled him back into a kiss and jacked his own hard uncut cock, smearing his precum on my cheek.
Kissing my husband, Sam’s hands wrapped the back of my head, toying with my hair and firmly holding my head in place. His hips swung, dick sliding in and out of my mouth. I kept my hands on his ass, toying with his hole, feeling his muscles flex as he fucked my face.
Grunting, Sam’s dick leaked continuously, lubing my mouth.
I moan, savoring the fresh juices and wanting the grand finale.
“AAAAAAAAAAA fffuuuucck,” Sam moaned, testicles tight to his groin.
“FFFFUuuuccccckkkkkk,” his moans continued. His thrusts were needier, irregular, faster.
“OH FUCK, OH FUCK, Ooooooo fuck,” he cried out.
Looking wildly down at me, “I’m… aaahhhhhh… I’m gonna cum…” he tried to pull back but my hands held him firmly in place in my mouth. I flexed my biceps, pulling him back into me, indicating that he should cum in my mouth.
I kept flexing and moved my head in the little space his firm grip allowed, sucking his dick.
“HHHHHHHUUUUUUUU hu huh uhhhhhh,” he moaned, and his hips swung again, getting back into fucking me face. “I’m gonna cum.”
Arjun, still jacking his dick and smearing precum on my face, kissed Sam’s neck, “Feed my husband your seed.”
“HHUUUAAAAAA,” Sam moaned and gave one final thrust. He tensed, dick swelling in my mouth followed by the rush of hot, salty man milk.
I groaned into his dick feeding me his nut and Sam kept moaning, thrusting, and spurting his load inside.
Many of the men in the audience either busted their nuts or turned their attention elsewhere once Sam orgasmed.
I swallowed him clean, licked his dick, and milked his taint. He shivered, his dick quickly becoming oversensitive.
His wet cock pulled out, kissing his abdomen, still rock hard. I toyed with his spent testicles and rubbed the base of his dick. He gave a soft moan through heavy breaths; his hands still toying with my hair.
“My turn,” Arjun said, pushing his raging cock into my mouth.
His testicles were already tight to his body and his foreskin tight to his engorged dick. He was close.
He fucked me, fast and long. I grabbed his testicles and squeezed gently, just enough to drive him mad.
“HHHHOOOOOOO FUCK YEAH,” he cried out within a minute, and a second rush of hot seed coated my mouth and slid down my throat. I relished the taste of Sam and Arjun mixing on my tongue.
I moaned around my husband’s cumming cock and exploded, long sprays of cum soaking into our towel and the sand, one strand hitting Sam’s leg as I jacked my cock.
Arjun, slowing his thrusts, milked his dick, feeding me the last of his load, and slipped out.
I stood and kissed Arjun, then pulled Sam in for a kiss, giving him a taste of his and Arjun’s loads. Sam moaned and carefully stroked my cummy, spent, softening dick.
“That was hot guys,” he said. “Certainly explored new things today.”
“Glad we could help,” I said, licking my lips.
We stood around for a while, chatting, all three of us remained nude.
Sam and Arjun went to get lunch for us. After lunch, Sam departed, Arjun and I spent the remainder of the afternoon relaxing on the beach.
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