I was there for the day. R&R, so to speak, from a work project some hundred miles away. It was a beach on the Southern tip of New Jersey, a wildlife sanctuary, as I recall. I should also note that this beach was an accepted clothing optional area. That is, at least away from the parking lot and observation areas. I had been there for an hour or so, lying in the sun. I was restless, as I was alone and had no one near to converse with, so I decided to wander the trails crisscrossing the surrounding dunes. I found them to be interesting, not only for the scenery, but also for the adventures that I was to have during my walks.
One of the first things that I noticed was that the only people that I saw, were men. I noticed that each one that I approached in passing, avoided eye contact, but visually checked out my body. I also did that, but looked for eye contact first. To me, that is the first thing in the act of acknowledgement of another person, male or female. I like to think that we are all human first, then 'objects' of attention or attraction. My first trip through the dunes was one of enlightenment. I saw that many of the men displayed what I considered gay tendencies, although none approached or engaged in conversation, other than the occasional "Hello" or "Hi", in passing. There were smiles and, of course, second glances, and the occasional turn-a-round, to check out the rear-view. Another thing that I had noticed was that several of the men wore cock-rings of various types and some were pierced in the genital area. I am bisexual and had seen enough to determine that this was a place of more than chance encounters. My first trip ended when I came back out onto the beach, only a hundred feet from where I had been laying out. I went back to my sheet (I usually purchased a single wide bed sheet to lay on, because it was just the right size to allow me to be completely off the sand, and didn't take up much room in my bag.).
I lay in the sun for a while longer, then dug into my bag, searching for my chrome-plated cock-rings. Finding them (3 sizes, from 1-1/4 to 2 inches), I glanced around to see if there was anyone paying attention, or near enough, to figure out what I was doing, not that I really cared what they would think. Seeing no one, I sat with knees bent, feet spread, and put all three of the rings on my cock and balls. The 2" ring circled both, cock and balls, while the other two encircled my scrotum, their weight stretching the skin to cause them to hang lower than normal. They were sure to bring concentrated looks and welcome comment from any interested parties. I could pick and choose from any promising inquiry.
As I was a nudist, I had a substantial tan already. I had found a secluded spot at the hotel where I stayed and had often sunbathed nude a number of hours during the last weeks since warm weather had come. On a humorous note, a maid, whom I had made an acquaintance of, had spied upon me. I had informed her of my nudism and of the spot where I sunbathed. She had seen me borrow a lounge chair and the direction I had gone. I suppose she had not believed me, but was soon convinced. Ah-h-h, but that is a different story.
Now, back to Cape May. As I now had the rings on, I noted the contrast of the chrome and my dark skin. There was no way the rings could not be seem, therefore, they were an open invite to look at my cock and balls. They informed that I might be approachable, receptive to 'company'. I was now almost ready for another, hopefully more adventuresome, trip over the trails through the dunes. The only thing left to do was to coat my body with suntan oil. It would make my body shine and become more appealing... desirous even. I really like a golden bronzed body and I am sure others do also. After oiling down, I looked up and down the beach. I saw several men who were intently watching as I walked off the beach to the trails. This time, I would also follow some of the smaller trails turning off the main ones. I was sure that there would be more of a chance to find the kinds of action that I sought.
I walked the main trails to check out the possibilities first. There were more walkers/wanders this time. Apparently more people (men) had arrived at the beach. I had arrived around ten and it was now Noon. The sun was high and the temperature hot. The trails offered shade not available on the beach. I had passed several men talking in shady spots along the trail, speaking momentarily with some, but continuing on.
I passed another man who wore a cock-ring. He was also very tanned and...very shaved! The only hair on his body was on his head and arms. His body was bare from the chest down. That, I found intriguing, but what caught my eyes was the size of his cock! He was walking uphill as I came down. We passed, saying hello to each other the first time I saw him. I continued to the end of the trail and turned onto the first offshoot I came to. It turned out to be a dead end, so back-tracking, I headed back up the main trail. About fifty yards off the beach, there was another trail off to the right.
I was approaching it, intending to check it out, when I saw the man coming back down the trail. He was near the top of the hill and I had glimpsed him through an opening through the brush. I decided to continue up the trail in hopes that we might converse upon meeting again. Waiting a couple of minutes, as a couple of other guys passed, I started up the trail again. I had gone about ten or fifteen yards when he rounded the bend and was headed toward me. I slowed my pace as he drew near.
"We meet again," I said,
"So we do," he slowed and stopped beside me.
We made small talk for a few minutes. Several guys passed, checking us out. I turned in his direction of travel and walked back down the trail. As we neared the trail turn-off, now on my left, he turned onto it.
"I usually set up my spot down here instead of on the beach," he said, "It is a little more private than the beach. Would you like to come see?"
"Sure, why not. I'm into a little privacy now and then." I followed him down the side trail.
The trail made a couple of 'S' turns and opened into a cleared sandy area about ten yards in diameter. As we turned the last bend leading into the area, I saw that he had a full-size sheet laid out with rocks holding the corners taunt.
"Would you care to sit?" he asks as he sat on one side, gesturing to the other.
I brushed the sand from my feet as I stepped onto the sheet, "Thanks, I don't mind if I do." I sat with my legs slightly spread in front of me. David, as I learned his name was, said that I had a real nice tan and that he liked my cock-rings.
"Would you mind if I played with your cock," he asks, reaching across the narrow distance to lift my balls with his fingers.
"No, I don't mind. I don't think I would call it a cock as compared to yours. That's the biggest dick I've seen in a long time! Maybe ever! And the fact that it is shaved is a big turn-on for me." My six-inches was nowhere near to the size of his. It must have been at least ten inches long and was growing harder by the second. I reached for it but David got to his knees and lowered his mouth onto my cock. I would have wiped the oil off, but he didn't seem to mind. Leaning back on my elbows, I watched as he sucked me to full size, while playing with his dick. It was humoungus! He was stroking his cock and pushed my hand away when I again reached for it.
"No, I just want to suck you off." He told me, then went back to my cock. I looked up and saw a couple of guys watching from just around the last bend into the area.
"We seem to have an audience," I informed David.
"Do you mind? It doesn't bother me."
"If it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me. That feels very good." I looked up again and another fellow had joined the first two. One had stepped out into the open, I guessed for a better view or hopefully for an invitation to join in. I looked back to David after smiling at them.
"Damn, you know how to suck a guy off!" I said, a little louder for the audience to hear. If they wanted to watch a show, I'd make it interesting for them. They were all stroking their cocks. I leaned my head back and moaned as I humped my hips, driving my dick deeply into David's mouth.
"Oh fuck! Suck my dick! Oh fuck, I'm about to cum!" I moaned loudly.
The three guys were furiously pumping their cocks now. I arced my hips forward, completely from the sheet as I pumped spurt after spurt of cum into David's mouth. Looking at the audience, I smiled as a couple of them squirted into the sand.
David got up, walked to the edge of the clearing and spit my sperm out. He hawked a couple of times to clear his throat then spit again. Coming back to the sheet, he took a water bottle from his bag and rinsed his mouth.
"I don't think that I could get that in my mouth to suck you off, but how would you like to try to fuck me with it," I asked David.
"No, I don't think so. You are right, it is big. I'd prefer if it were smaller, like yours. You have a very nice sized cock. I would hurt you with this," he said kneeling next to me. "Just lie back and let me jack-off and cum on you."
I lay back on my elbows. He was at my hips, stroking his big cock over my groin area. The guys watching had left, searching for their next show, I guessed. They were missing something that I thought was hotter than what they had witnessed. David pumped his cock for a few minutes before several spurts dumped about an ounce of cum on my abdomen, cock, and balls. It was hot and thick. He stood, taking a cloth and wiped his cock. He tossed the cloth beside me and said that he was going to walk some more.
I said "Okay, and thanks," as he walked off. I picked up the cloth to wipe his cum off, but thought, 'What the fuck' and left it to run down my body. Let the others see that I got lucky. Having the cock-rings on would keep my dick erect for quite a while. I got up and walked back to the trail in time to watch David walk out of site, around the uphill bend.
I turned to walk back toward the beach, but decided that a walk along the trails a bit longer might be more interesting. You know, just to see the looks I'd get when the other guys saw my cum covered stomach and waving hard cock. Doing a turnaround, I started back up the trail. I walked past a guy sitting by the trail. I thought that he was one of the guys whom had witnessed the blowjob. I noticed that he grinned as I neared, his eyes glued to my midsection. Glancing down, I saw that the thick sperm had liquefied and was slowly flowing down my body. Some had run along the length of my still semi-erect penis, but now pointing outward at about a forty-five degree angle toward the ground. There was a drop dangling from a thin string of cum about to fall to the ground. As I stepped forward, it joined other flows down my thigh. Cum had reached almost to my knees. The paths taken were glistening in the sunlight.,
"Thanks. That was quite an experience. I'm sorry that I missed the end", he said .
"Maybe the next time," I said rubbing a hand on my thigh.
I continued to the end of the trail and turned to go back to my sheet. I took some water from my bottle to wet a cloth and wiped the remainder of David's cum from me. It had reached near my ankles before it dried enough to stop flowing.
Lying down on the sheet, I reapplied sunning oil and relaxed in the sun. By the time I had made it back to the beach, my erection had completely subsided. I still wore the rings and through sunglass covered eyes, watched half-a-dozen men slow to look as they passed. Several pulled briefly at their flaccid cocks. I don't know for sure, but I took that as an invitation. I didn't take any of them up on it, but still appreciated it.
Presently, I rolled to my stomach, then stood to coat my shoulders, legs, and buttocks with oil. I couldn't reach all of my back. As I struggled to reach all that I could, a voice ask if I need help getting my back oiled.
