Martin's palms felt sweaty as he got off the bus and started the long descent down to the beach, and his heart pounded away in his ribcage. It was like being caught with his hand in the cookie jar; just being in the proximity of "the beach" made him feel like he was committing some grave sin, but his lust and desire and excitement drove him on.
He had been travelling all day: first he took a bus from the sheep station he lived on down to the railway station and from there had a long journey into the city. Then he had to catch another bus out to where he believed "the beach" to be. And all to lose his cherry. At twenty five he was still a virgin and desperate to do something to change that situation.
He had heard that there was this beach where men went to swim in the nude and to eye each other up. That first time, when he read those words, he was so fucking horny he had sat in the outhouse for over an hour and wanked himself silly until his balls ached and his fleshy, uncut cock was rubbed raw. He couldn't believe that there was such a place: what were those city folk like! But then he had started researching it on the internet, on his boss' computer when he wasn't looking, and there it was with a map and directions and everything. There was even a picture of a guy getting bum fucked right there on the sands.
Half an hour later Martin was down on the beach. It looked pretty deserted and he felt extremely disappointed. He had not made this long trek just to be the only guy on the beach. Still, as he had come this far there was no point turning around without at least having a swim. He quickly stripped out of his clothes and raced down to the sea. It was cool and refreshing on such a hot day. After splashing about for a bit Martin walked out of the sea and enjoyed the feel of the sun and the breeze on his body. He couldn't believe that he was naked on a public beach. If his boss and the other jackeroos could see him now!
He was drying himself off when he suddenly heard a voice:
'Nice body you got there, mate!'
Martin was certain that the man couldn't be talking to him. His body was ordinary and he had a jackeroo tan; brown face and arms, white everything else. He lowered the towel to see an older man, perhaps in his fifties, looking at him. He was still in fine shape and had a very handsome face and a large bush of black pubic hair from which jutted out a large brown cock and the biggest pair of nuts that Martin had ever seen. The stranger saw Martin's gaze drop down to his big cock and he slowly pulled back the foreskin revealing the shiny plum it concealed.
Martin's cock sprang into an erection and he felt extremely embarrassed and tried to shield it with his hands. The older man came closer and gently brushed Martin's hands away.
'There's no need to be shy.' he said. 'That's a real beaut you have there, mate'.
Martin was like a startled rabbit caught in headlights; he just didn't know what to do. He wanted sex: oh boy did he want sex. But he had been hoping for someone closer to his age. In his mind's eye he would come to the beach and meet someone and they would chat and then hours later go off and have a meal and then later they would go back to Martin's hotel and make love. But something was telling him it didn't quite work like that. That something was his blood engorged cock that felt so good in the stranger's hands.
The man was a master at manipulating cock. Each stroke and tug made Martin feel more and more turned on. Nervously he scanned the beach to see if they were being watched but there was no one else about. He already knew that the beach could not be seen from above so he relaxed a little.
'Come over here in the shade.' the man told him.
Meekly Martin followed his new found lover, watching his meaty bum bouncing as he walked across the hot sand. He had laid out his towel behind a small bush close to a large rock, where they were well hidden from view. It was a large towel and there was plenty of room for Martin.
'You seem a little tense.' the man observed.
'I've never done this before.' Martin replied.
'What...never, not even a wank?
'No, nothing at all.' Martin was embarrassed to admit this.
'Wow!' was the breathy response as the older man laid Martin flat on his back and began to nibble his pale, smooth taut belly. His little butterfly kisses turned Martin on enormously and he took the older man's head in his hands, feeling the warmth where the sun had caught his bald spot. His hair was short and halfway between spiky and silky and it was a feeling that Martin knew he would never, ever forget. It was the feel of a man, a man who needed to be wanted by another man; he was not alone in his desires.
Nor too would he forget the feel of that hot mouth closing around his throbbing cock for the first time. Martin grunted and thrust up into that exprienced cock sucker's mouth and almost shot his bolt. It was just the best feeling in the world. As the middle aged cock magician licked Martin's knob he gently stroked his thighs, driving the young stud wild. He wanted desperately to cum; he had a week's worth of clotted cream waiting to burst out of his balls and yet he wanted to prolong this ecstatic agony, and give the older man his pleasure.
The older stud knew he had a real live wire here. The way the young stud kept thrusting up into his mouth he knew it would not be long before the dam burst. How much he would have loved to catch that tangy gush of man goo on his tongue but he had a need even greater than that. He came off Martin's cock and started kissing up his belly again and then on to his chest. He lingered long enough to tease Martin's nipples until they were like little missiles ready to launch. He teased on up to Martin's flushed neck and then nibbled his earlobes, all the time gently stroking that fat, eight inch wand of perfect man flesh. 'Would you like to fuck me?' he whispered in Martin's ear.
Martin could not believe what he had just heard! Did he ever!
'Can I?' he whispered back.
'For you, mate, I would do anything.'
