It was a hot day, and the light breeze coming in from the sea did little to cool things down. As I jogged along the shoreline I cursed my naΓ―ve belief that this stretch of white beach with its string of exclusive properties up on the dunes was a promising cruising area. As if! All I could expect to get out of this was serious sunburns and dehydration and another night of frustrated wanking in my lonely hotel room. The beaches I had frequented over the past two days had been full of families, heterosexual couples and loud groups of loutish stag parties, most of them not even attractive to look at in their swim gear. The new beach I had chosen this afternoon was not much better, and as it was nearly three miles away from the main tourist resort, I was facing a long and frustrating walk back.
Just as I had made up my mind to turn around and accept failure, I spotted a slim twink wading out of the sea towards the beach. He was not very tall, light skinned and smooth all over β as far as I could see β and had long blond hair that fell well below his shoulders. As he emerged from the water, I could see that he was wearing tight red speedos that accentuated a small bulge between his legs. At last something nice to look at!
I walked towards the spot where the guy would reach the sand, trying not to stare at him but also attempting to get as good a look as possible of his body. He came closer and smiled at me, then he stood still and turned around to look back to the sea. I got the distinct impression that he had not only noticed my attention, but wanted to give me an extra good look. As if to confirm that impression he now leaned forward to scoop up some water, so that I looked straight at his tight, round bubble butt, barely covered by his wet speedos. Was this an invitation? I could hardly believe my luck.
"Great day, isn't it?!" he addressed me as he walked up towards me, suggestively running his hands over his shiny torso.
"It just got a lot better," I couldn't resist answering as I noticed the little bulge in his speedos swelling up and pressing against the red fabric. This guy obviously enjoyed showing off and being watched, and he made no attempt to hide his arousal.
"Are you planning to walk to the village down there?" he asked, pointing further down the beach.
"No, I guess that's a bit too far. I was just about to turn back to the resort. I'm staying in one of the big hotels there. You?"
"Oh, I'm staying just up in the dunes, a friend of mine owns one of the little houses," he answered. "It's a bit isolated, but the view is great, and it's really convenient for the beach. - You look rather thirsty. Do you want to come up for a drink before you walk back to your hotel?"
"That would be great! I'm Matt!" I said.
"Cool. I'm Chris." He turned to walk up the dune. I followed close behind him, looking at his smooth back and legs.
He led me to a bungalow with large front windows. The main room was dominated by a huge black leather sofa, a low coffee table and a big mirror.
"What would you like?" he asked. "We have water, of course, but also apple juice or tonic, and there's probably some gin and white wine as well."
"What are you having?"
"Oh, I think I'll start with water. Why don't you come to the kitchen with me."
I followed him and watched as he fetched two glasses and opened the fridge. He passed me a glass with cold sparkling water and brushed past me to return to the living room. Up close, he smelled salty from the sea water. Without thinking about it, I placed my free hand on his hip and stepped closer, pressing him lightly against the dishwasher. He turned to me with a broad grin on his face.
"So you want more than a drink, eh?" His arms were suddenly around my neck and his mouth pressed against my lips and before I knew it his tongue was in my mouth. I pressed against him, both hands grabbing his butt.
After a brief moment he leaned back and drew in breath. "Why don't you join me on the sofa?" he asked and dragged me back into the living room. "It's so much more comfortable here."
He gently pushed me onto the leather sofa and leaned over me. His long hair fell forward, covering my head, and I drew him closer and started kissing his chest and small nipples. He smelt salty and bitter from the sea. As I teased his nipples with my lips and teeth, my hands moved down his back, trying to get into his tight speedos. Chris helped me get to my goal and pulled down the speedos, allowing me to grab his firm, round buttocks that were already getting sweaty. He drew back from me momentarily to remove the speedos completely, showing off his small, fully erect cock. His cock and balls were completely hairless, only a neatly trimmed, triangular bush of pubic hair had been left. He smiled, then put his hands on his hips and started to gyrate slowly and suggestively.
Before long, I halted his movement with a firm grip of my hands and pulled his cock towards my mouth. I could easily swallow the entire length, and Chris started to mouthfuck me slowly and gently, releasing small drops of precum into my mouth while I rubbed his increasingly sweaty buttocks and ran a finger round his puckered anus.
"Don't be shy. Push it in," he whispered hoarsely and I didn't need any more encouragement. He was already well lubricated, but also extremely tight, and as my middle finger slowly made its way up his back passage he started to moan. The grip of his hands on my shoulders suddenly became firmer, his cock pushed harder into my mouth, and all of a sudden he ejaculated, filling my mouth with salty cream.