Chapter 9: Cruising at the beach
It was a pretty last-minute decision after what I could only describe as a full weekend. Friday evening I had been the bottom in my first gang-bang. Three well-hung tops on one worn-out bottom. Adama's girth had opened me up so much, I could still feel the sensation of him inside me on Sunday evening. Of course, I had indulged my thirst for cum on the Saturday night even so - taking a my usual tour of the woods and servicing anyone in need, but I had fought off the desire to give up my hole again. In a flash of spontaneity, I'd booked a ticket to get out of town for the rest of my week off. It was not yet the school holidays, and I figured a vacation now would be the perfect chance to see some of France before everywhere was packed with tourists. Sunday morning while lying in bed with touching my hole and feeling it's progress to becoming a well-used, cum hole, I booked a ticket for a long weekend away later in the week. Then I rolled over and started searching for the porn that was my new obsession; gaping asses.
The next few days were a lazy mix of long days in bed, casually cruising - both on and offline - and planning my trip to the sun. I decided on Nice on a whim, but the more I researched the town, the more I began looking forward to my little get-away. My first point of reference was gay bars. I looked up to see where the main locales were and booked my hotel accordingly. When I arrived, I soon realised that the downtown area of the city is compact enough that a central hotel is ideal no matter where it's based. Nonetheless, I was glad to have a bit of action close-by. After everything was booked, I began some more research; a museum, maybe a gallery. It wasn't long though before I had started to search for cruising spots. I was happy to learn that there was a LGBT film festival on and there were plenty of listings in the local cruise spot directory, chiefly among them a nudist beach.
Two days later I was on the road. It was a 5-hour journey, but in the high-speed train the journey flew by after I had found myself a little entertainment. The moment I sat down on the train, my phone came out and I loaded up Grindr out of habit more than anything. There were several guys close by, several of whose taglines told which train they were on. "Damn!" I thought to myself, "none are on my train on the 2671". I updated my own tagline with my train number and waited to take off. After going down the train to check out the food cart, I'd almost forgotten to check in on the app, so I was pleasantly surprised upon returning to my seat that I had a message from a guy on the same train.
It was a German guy, only travelling half-way to Lyon, but that gave us plenty of time. I didn't waste a moment finding out if he was up for being drained in the toilet. Bingo! He sent me a cock picture. "Not bad," I thought to myself nodding, trying to keep my phone screen out of view of my immediate neighbour. His cock was a nice girth and about 6 or 7 inches long, with a long foreskin. The train was busy though so I was anxious to see how we would sort it out. The German suggested I walk down the train (the full length was at upwards of 10 long carriages), because he had seen a set of two toilets close by where there were lots of empty seats. When it came to passing to action, I wasn't sure though - until he sent me a picture of his cum-shot. Oh shit, I had rarely seen that big a load, and immediately it got me fired up. I had the image in my mind as I marched down the train to the end carriage. When I arrived, he was standing there and I was impressed at his obviously great body under his clothes. He nodded an acknowledgement of recognition and went into the toilet, I immediately followed. It was a door directly into the train aisle, so on the way back out, I was concerned that anyone would spot us if they were standing outside, but he already had his cock out in his hand.
I knelt down and took his fleshy, pale cock into my mouth. It was warm and moist in my mouth, and it took a moment of my tongue's attention before I felt his begin to swell in my mouth. I reached up and felt his hard abs. He had strong thighs too, and they felt nice to put my hands up against. He was thrusting now, in and out of my mouth and admittedly we both felt the urge to get things done as quickly as possible. To that end, he suddenly pulled out and began jerking himself off with his hand. I felt a little disappointed because I had just really been getting into the swing of it. Fortunately though, he ordered me to look at him and open my mouth wide. I was staring him right in the eyes with my mouth open and tongue out waiting patiently for his thick nut to arrive; he didn't disappoint. With a grunt the first jet shot over my face, I moved myself slightly to reposition my mouth, as he shot gush after gush of his copious cum-load into my mouth. After the 6th or 7th jet, he calmed a little but he still had a few smaller shots in him. Finally he took his thumb and rubbed it around my face collecting up any that had splashed on my face and drew it down into my mouth too. I swished it around my mouth, amazed at the full mouthful of sperm I had received from just one guy and savoured the taste for as long as possible. I swallowed it all down in one gulp. It was heaven.
Before I knew it, he was zipped up and ready to go. Fortunately, no one was standing outside, and I was able to return to my seat in peace, feeling content with myself. I wondered how many seemingly ordinary situations men found to get their nut. Had I been missing out on a world of pleasure and seediness. Now I knew, I would be able to find men to please at any time, if I was motivated enough. Unfortunately, during the rest of the train ride no more opportunities arose. By evening though I was checked into my hotel and went out to check out the town. There was a gay bar just own the street and I fancied a beer to start my vacation. It was still the middle of the week though, so when I went it was quiet. I sat outside on the terrace and made the most of the warm, humid air. There were a few guys around but it seemed to be couples or a few groups of friends, no-one that was really paying attention. I continued drinking my beer. My phone battery had died after a long day of being on the go, and using it to cruise for men. So I thought why not have a night off.
I wasn't paying much attention, but I realised after a while there was one other lonesome guy sitting on the deck outside the bar, drinking alone. When I finally noticed him, I became aware that he was looking at me and staring even. I glanced over but just a moment to catch his eye and look away again. He was older than me, not much but his face looked worn. His skin was dark, both his natural complexion and it looked like he had been out in the sun a lot. It was pockmarked with acne scars and a few other scars of unknown origin. He had stubble like he hadn't bothered to shave the past few days and unkempt dark hair. Definitely Arabic origin, I thought to myself. I continued to enjoy my beer without looking over to him, yet sensed his eyes on me. I tried discreetly to get a look at him without catching his eye. He had a loose vest on, and he was skinny, his arms were long, slim and hairy. I could see there were patches of hair on his chest too. "Eugh," I thought to myself, "not at all my type". He was definitely what I would describe as ugly. I did my best to ignore him, as I finished my beer and felt relaxed about the slow pace of the evening.
Eventually, I could see the ugly, Arabic guy shifting about in the corner of eye, readying himself to leave. He stood up facing away from me and I saw that even as he stood he seemed to be unattractive, tall but crouched over almost with a hunch in his back. His shorts were high and they clearly showed his legs; long and skinny too. He stepped around to push his chair in as he was leaving and swung back around to face me. That's when I saw it; in his shorts there was a huge bulge, obscenely large, and I could tell immediately that he was wearing nothing underneath his shorts. His dick was flaccid and it hung low and large in front of him. Something in me clicked, and I looked him in the eyes, smiled and gave him a brief wave as he was leaving. I couldn't believe it and I felt a little guilty, but knowing he was hung so big totally changed my perception of him; I now found him extremely attractive, and could get the image of his bulge out of my mind.
I followed him with my eyes as he walked off down the street, quickly finishing my beer and darting off in the same direction. Damn, why hadn't I bought a charger for my phone; I was sure he would be on Grindr. I walked around the small streets, searching for a trace of him but to no avail. Finally I admitted defeat and headed back to the hotel. I checked out Grindr when I got back but was only interested in the super-hung Arab who'd left me alone at the terrace.
The following morning, I promised myself I had to do something cultural and set about looking for a museum, so at least I could justify spending the rest of my trip hunting for cock. Shortly before lunch I climbed up the rock face at the end of the promenade to get a good view of the town and waterfront. It gave stunning views out to the Mediterranean, and after taking a few photos, I felt like I had earned the rest of the day to relax. I had read about a nudist area "Coco Beach" popular with gay men that was walking distance along the coast from the main beach and from up here I'd hoped I could get a look, but no such luck. I descended back down to grab some lunch before dedicating my whole afternoon to Coco Beach.
As I set off, I first tried to walk along the seafront, but it was too rocky and I came across several points where it wasn't possible to pass. On my phone I saw that I could follow the main road and then climb down to the beach, so I set off in this way. The Cote d'Azur doesn't have the best beaches in my opinion and I was a little disappointed arriving at Coco Beach to discover a flat, rocky area rather than sandy alcove. I looked around though and tried to get a sense of the layout. It wasn't large, but there were several flat areas, and a number of large boulders and areas where the rocks jutted out into the sea. There were also a few areas which you could hide away in for some privacy and behind the beach its land rose steeply with some bushy areas and dirt paths. There were a number of men sunbathing on the rocks, and I began climbing down looking out for a flat area with a good spot to overlook the crowd.
The men perked up to inspect who the new person was among them. I took stock. Several couples, one or two men sunbathing alone. Mostly older men, some much older than me. When I got myself a spot, I began to undress and for the first time got naked on a beach. I was slightly anxious, but felt surprisingly liberated once I lay naked on my towel, enjoying the warm sun beating down on my body.. I had decided not to bring my phone just in case I wanted to go swimming or otherwise had to leave my stuff. I had sunglasses on and perched my bag behind my head so I could discreetly look at the men without obviously starring. It was hard to get a sense of what was going on, but by observing I began to see that some men were definitely checking out the goods available. Touching themselves discreetly, but overall it wasn't a seedy atmosphere. I swam some and generally enjoyed the hot weather. Men came and went over the afternoon, and finally I noticed a guy sat a little over to the opposite side who was super hot. His body was defined and nicely tanned, with a nice bush of hair surrounding a tidy, and average-sized dick and balls. He was looking over and we continued to flirt this way for a while. Sometimes I stood up to give him a look at my ass, or to jump into the water, and he did the same. I had the sense he definitely wanted something to happen here between us. I began looking for a secluded spot.
