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.'
Martin watched the middle aged hunk apply some lube to his ass. He was glad that he did it himself because somehow Martin didn't think he would want to be sticking his fingers up the guy's ass, even though he wanted desperately to fuck it. Everything was so new to him and it would take some time to figure out what was what, and what all his feelings were. But one thing he knew for certain: his cock was rock hard and when the older man laid down on the towel and spread his cheeks and pushed his meaty rump up in the air, exposing his fur fringed chute, Martin was ready to fuck.
He positioned himself behind the waiting bumhole and pushed himself in with one savage thrust. The poor man let out a howl of protest.
'Did I do something wrong?' Martin was perplexed.
'Just take it a little easy at the start, huh?' came the reply.
Martin was a quick learner and did as he was told. Soon the guy underneath him was cooing away as Martin gently slid his big cock in and out of his silky, warm chute. Martin looked down at his cock sliding in and out of that tanned, meaty rump; he had daydreamt about fucking his boss many, many times and his boss was built just about the same as the guy he was fucking now. When he closed his eyes he found he was fucking the boss' beefy bum and it made him so excited he was having trouble breathing properly.
The older man was lost in a world of pleasure now as his relaxed ass delighted in Martin's deep drilling. The young stud was like a stallion as he rogered the older man into the towel, squashing his hard cock between it and his belly. He had to push his bum back in the air to gain access to the stiff prick that matched Martin's in length and girth. As he pushed back it heightened the amazing feeling that Martin's cock was experiencing. His cock head was incredibly sensitive now and to intensify that sensitivity he instinctively pulled his cock all the way out of the man's ass and slid it back again. They both cried out in delight and Martin repeated the trick over and over.
Martin's balls were drawn up tight as he slid his slippery cockhead past the guard of the older man's ring before pulling it out again to repeat the whole process. The older stud could feel his orgasm building; it seemed to start right around his asshole and he started clamping down on Martin's cock. The more he did so the more intense the build up became and soon he could feel the rush and he grunted out loud as the world went black for a second or two. Heavy ropes of jizz shot out of his cock and onto the towel. He clamped his assring around Martin's cock one last time and triggered the young stud's release.
Martin could not believe how good it felt when the older stud had started clamping his assring down on his cock. He was already experiencing pleasure beyond his wildest imagination when suddenly it had switched up a gear or two. His balls were starting to protest when he gave one last thrust into that beautiful hole and a geyser of red hot jizz juice erupted out of him and deep into his lover's ass guts. He literally saw stars as the fuck fluids exploded out of his cock and pleasure coursed through his body like a giant wave.
He collapsed onto the older man's broad back and wiggled his cock about in his jizzed up ass before falling asleep in the cooling breeze.
Martin woke a half hour later when the older man gently shook his shoulder. He was dazed and confused at first but when he saw the naked man next to him he remembered where he was.
'I have to go now.' the older man told him. 'My wife doesn't like it if I stay out too long.'