It was hot. Probably around 80 degrees and unusually humid for southern California and considering that it was only 8 a.m., it was going to get even hotter and more uncomfortable as the day wore on. I decided to go to the beach.
It was 9 a.m. when I arrived and it was hot at the beach too. Probably pushing 90 and even more sultry, it was overcast with a threat of thunderstorms and I was glad that I wouldn't be wearing much. Armed with a small towel, a bottle of tanning oil, some drinking water, I took off everything but my abbreviated black thong bathing suit and headed down the trail to the sand.
Being a weekday with a threat of rain and zero surf, even the nude beach was largely deserted and seeing only a handful of creepy looking old guys hanging out, I decided to head back the other way. I finally set my things down in a spot about a half-mile north of the nude beach and set about applying a liberal coat of tanning oil to my hairless body. There was something very erotic in the air that day and it didn't take long for my cock to begin to swell.
Walking along the shore enjoying the natural beauty of the place, I was soon perspiring quite a bit from the humidity and decided to go in the water to cool off. I scanned the beach to be sure I was alone, stripped off my thong and went in.
I body surfed half a dozen waves and just as I surfaced after the last one, I thought I saw someone up in the bushes well back from the sand. I didn't think much of it until a few waves later when I thought I saw them again. Feeling a mix of concern, excitement and creepiness that someone was spying on me, I got out of the water, slipped back into my thong and resumed my walk up the beach.
I finally reached a very rocky part of the beach and since I was barefoot, I turned around and headed back south along the trail at the base of the bluffs. By then, my cock had become rock hard for some reason and I instinctively rubbed it through my suit.
It felt so good to be out there on the beach, feeling almost like I was wrapped in a cocoon from the warmth and humidity. I occasionally slipped my cock out of my suit and stroked it to more fully enjoy the fantastic sensations I was experiencing.
At one point, the trail split in two with one path continuing on down the beach and the other going up a small hill into the brush. Thinking that there would probably be a really great view up above, I took the high road.
As I crested the top of the short incline, I came upon a wide clearing in the brush and standing there making no effort to hide, was the spy I'd seen earlier when I was in the water! My voyeur turned out to be a mid-50's gent in amazingly good physical shape and who just so happened to also be wearing a very small blue thong and who was also sporting a very obvious erection.
At first, I was startled and didn't quite know what to do. I had literally stumbled upon him and didn't want to intrude but at the same time, he'd been watching me so I figured there was no reason to retreat away.
"Hello there," he said with a welcoming smile.
"Hi, um... how 'ya doin?" I replied.
"Well, I'm doing great now that you're here. You gave me quite a show earlier!" he said, referring to my nude swim.
"Ah, well... its so warm that it seems like even a thong is too much to wear," I said with a laugh.
"I really enjoyed watching you... You looked really great out there," he complimented, gently rubbing his erection through his suit.
"Well, thanks! My name is Stan, by the way," I said extending a hand.
"Gary," he replied, as we shook hands.
"Did you come up from the nude beach?" I asked.
"No. I usually hang out right around in this area. It's a lot less crowded up here. More private," he intimated.
"It does seem a lot more mellow up this way," I agreed.
"Were you planning on going in the water again?" he asked.
"Well, it does sound good," I said as I scanned the beach, looking for other people in anticipation of getting naked once again.
I turned and walked down to the water with Gary following along and then, without fully realizing what affect I might be having on my new friend, I stripped off my thong and set it on some driftwood before running down and diving in.
When I turned around to see where Gary was, I watched him slip his thong off and free his rock hard 8" cock and I have to admit, I was impressed. We swam and body surfed and just basically had fun and enjoyed the comfortable water for a good twenty minutes or so. When we finally got out, I reckoned that decided that despite the overcast, there was still enough sunlight to tan so I picked up my thong and told Gary I'd "see him a little later" and walked on back over to my towel, which was probably less than 100 feet away.
I fully intended to just lay out for awhile and get some sun but when I sat down and began to reapply tanning oil to my skin, my cock became almost achingly erect. By then, there was a lot of precum bubbling out of me and I became a little bit lost in lust. I looked around once again to be sure no one was around and started firmly stroking my cock.
"Can I do that for you?" I heard before looking up over my shoulder to find Gary standing there with a bright grin on his face and his cock absolutely throbbing in the mid-morning air.
"W... uhh, yeah, I guess so," I stammered. My sexual experience with men was minimal to that point in my life but I was so horny that I really wanted to get off and having someone do it for me, even another male, seemed to just fit with how the day was going.
"You really have a really nice cock," he told me as he came around in front of me and crouched down.
"Thanks. So do you," I replied.
Gary took his cock in one hand and mine in the other. My entire body began to tingle as he stroked me and my precum easily doubled in quantity. We both looked around every couple of minutes to make sure we weren't being watched but then, I looked to the south and saw someone coming up the trail at the base of the bluffs. It was a lone, mature male dressed in denim shorts and t-shirt and carrying a small backpack as he was headed more or less in our direction. Gary saw him too but clearly didn't care; he kept right on stoking my cock without skipping a beat... no pun intended.
Under normal circumstances, I would have stopped him but Gary clearly had some experience in stroking other people's cocks and since the guy coming down the trail didn't seem at all fazed by what we were doing, I sat back and enjoyed it.
The other guy stopped maybe 100 feet away, momentarily going out of view behind the thick brush. I was getting more and more into Gary's expert stroking ability and less and less concerned about the other guy until a few minutes later when he came back out into view.
The guy, who was probably close to Gary in age and also in very good physical shape, was now wearing only a very small green thong. He was very, very tanned and his cock absolutely filled the front of his narrow thong. After checking us out from where he was for a couple of minutes, he turned and came walking our way again I began to get nervous.
"He's coming!" I said to Gary.
Gary just went right on doing what he was doing, totally unconcerned.
"We should probably stop," I told him, but he would have none of it.
"No, no... that's Marty... he's cool," Gary finally said as he looked at the rapidly approaching man.
If Gary hadn't been so good and stroking cock, and if I hadn't been so incredibly horny, and if Marty had been clothed in any way other than he was, I would have insisted we stop. However, under the circumstances, I chilled out and just went with it.
"You two look like you're having fun!" he said when he finally got over to us.
Marty is a great looking 60-something man in excellent physical condition and has a very large cock which, at that moment, was rapidly becoming larger and in jeopardy of bursting through the thin material of his small thong.