Please note that although this is a true story, I have omitted that we used condoms, we always play safe. Despite whatever Lucy may tell you.
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Sometimes in winter, if we're not travelling, I go for long walks down the beach nearest to our house. Dave, my boyfriend, often stays at home but occasionally accompanies me. It sometimes takes me an hour just to get to the coast. There is usually nobody there, save for perhaps the odd dog walker.
One time in summer some of our friends came and stayed, they were gay but a lot older than us and kept themselves, sexually at least, out of our way. We did the same, I guess they weren't our type and we didn't want to find out if we were to their liking. They had been sunbathing to the beach but went by car, the walk was too far for them both ways and they took a load of stuff- picnic, flask, windbreaks and mats to lie on. On their return, they told us they had parked alongside a car and the driver was naked. I smiled politely, thinking perhaps he hadn't got his top on as it can get warm round here but they were adamant he was completely nude, sat in his car, and hadn't paid them any attention. That part I could believe.
One fine, clear sunny but cold day I set off, taking the main road to the beach. During the week I didn't often see many cars, this day was no exception, and I cut off the road as usual to a track that leads through a small wood and to the back of the beach. The tide was quite high so I looked both ways and there was no one around. I turned right and headed along the narrow strip of sand that was dry enough to walk on with the sea to my left and the wooded area to my right. About 10 minutes or so on foot, the path continues along the beach or turns in to the woods and leads to a car park. I looked through the trees, or their branches as they were leafless, and saw a solitary car parked up. I headed through the woods towards it, thinking the owner(s) would be some way down the beach and probably walking a dog or two. But as I got nearer, I realised there was someone in the passenger seat and hoped I hadn't come across some courting couple who might think I was a voyeur, so I approached from an obvious angle so they could see me.
I could hear the engine was running too so thought they might also be readying themselves to leave. As I got nearer, I saw there as a guy in the driver's seat and he appeared to not be wearing a shirt. If that was the case, then with the temperature outside I understood why his engine was running, for the heater if nothing else. I wondered if he had participated in some activity in the sea with a wet suit and was warming up before dressing. I got close enough to see he was indeed shirtless, with cute nipples and he smiled at me.
He was a good looking guy, dirty blond hair and about 35 years of age, average build with a no hair on his chest that I could see. He pressed the button for his electric window and it lowered, so curiosity got the better of me and I went and said hello. As I looked down, there was a small towel over his lap, his legs appeared to be also bare.
"Been for a dip in this weather?" I asked.
He pushed the back of his chair down and stretched out his legs, moving the chair backwards too so I could see, under the small towel, he had nothing on and was hard as a rock. The towel raised a little of its own accord, or at least without help from his hands.
"No," was all he said. And to be honest, it was all he needed to say, I coolly and casually walked round the car and got in the passenger side. I was just about to place my hand on the mound of throbbing meat under the towel when a car began to pull in the car park, this time it was indeed a couple with 2 dogs in the back.
"Let's go for a drive," he said and with that, he adjusted his seat and we set off. It was a strange sight, him wearing only the small towel and yet worrying about a traffic infringement and so buckling up his seat belt, checking that I had done the same. I had no idea where we were going and I knew Dave would find him attractive if perhaps a little forward.
"What do you like?" I asked. I don't usually ask, taking things as they come (or cum) but thought if I knew what he was looking for, it might make things easier.
"I like being sucked off and fucked, how about you?" he said.
"I think we can oblige if you want to meet my boyfriend," I told him.
"Is he good looking like you?" he asked me and, flattered as I was, I described Dave's build, said most people found him cuter than me, and described his shaved, cut little cock and how good he could be with it.
I wasn't too surprised that he agreed to come back and I rang Dave, telling him only that I'd explain everything in 10 minutes but to get naked. Then I gave my nude driver directions to our house, unsure of whether I should start touching him as he was driving. I resisted but really wanted to see what was still standing to attention under that towel. The drive was short and I was amazed that he too was English like us, living in France, albeit down south, but taking advantage of a trip to Paris and the mild weather to flash his sexy body to us friendly northerners.
We pulled on to our drive, the house isn't overlooked, and I got out first to check he could walk from the car to our door without dressing. He held the towel in front of him but I noticed the smoothness and soft curve of his butt cheeks as he climbed out of the car. He followed me inside and I shouted to Dave to find where he was. He shouted back from the bedroom down the hallway so I headed in that direction and our guest, who still hadn't told me his name, followed.
To say Dave had started without me isn't exactly true but as I entered the bedroom he was already sprawled out in the middle of the bed, atop the quilt, boner at the ready. He had shaved only the day before so was completely bald on his chest, stomach, underarms and of course his rock hard tool, smacking against his lower torso with a drip of precum waiting. There were 2 glasses of sparkling plonk poured at the side of the bed and I saw the lube and poppers.
"We're missing a glass," I said and he looked at me quizzically as our friend entered the room behind me. Dave looked completely surprised but as he gave our guest a good once over, and our guest had dropped the towel in the hallway revealing his own hard tool, he visibly relaxed.
"I'll go," I said and ran back to the kitchen for a third glass and removing my own clothes as I did so. I returned, cock solid and totally nude like the other two, and they had already introduced themselves insofar as they were busy sixty nine-ing each other. The visitor had Dave's cock totally down his throat (Dave is only just over 5 inches when hard) and I could see that the other guy was too long for Dave to do the same to. He was probably seven inches like myself, and cut like Dave. He was slowly lifting his hips and lowering them so his cock was sliding in and out of Dave's mouth and his very smooth, bronzed and shapely butt was facing me. I put the third glass with the others and poured drink for each of us as they greedily sucked away, I noticed both of them glance at me for my approval. They didn't need it, I wholeheartedly approved and was ready to join in.
I went back round to the visitor's smooth crack and rang my fingers down it a couple of times, and he opened his legs to allow me to do so. No need for detail here but I checked he was clean.
