I was painfully shy as a younger man and had spent my school days at an all-male Catholic School. Having left at sixteen and gone straight to work, I was an easy target for constant pranking from other colleagues. As time went on, they eased up on me as they realised that I was becoming less gullible and had gained some confidence.

My workplace enrolled me at a local college, which widened my circle of friends slightly and brought me into regular, closer contact with girls. Not that it helped as I was still wary of strangers and I had little to no success actually talking to any of them.

My eighteenth birthday came and went with rumours around the college that there was a nudist area at the far end of the local beach. I was sceptical but there seemed to be an element of truth as that part was well away from the main tourist parts of our city. A new summer was still a couple of months away, but the idea of seeing if the rumour was true had formed in my mind.

One hot summer Saturday soon approached, and I had convinced myself to check it out - nobody I knew could be there, surely? I drove my car to the area and found an open stretch of ground being used as a car park nearby. I nervously approached the beach area - nobody was in sight. I kept walking and soon enough saw some people lying on the sand in front of me. As I got nearer, I realised they were men and they were all naked!

There was plenty of space to pick a spot for myself as I walked on a little further. It wasn't long before I lay down a towel and took off my sandals and t-shirt. I sat down and surveyed the beach - nobody was within twenty or thirty feet. I took a deep breath and eased off my shorts and applied some sunscreen before flipping over to lie on my stomach.

After an hour or so, I turned over again and took in my surroundings - it was like any other beach scene except for the fact that you would notice naked tanned bodies dotted about. I was starting to feel relaxed and enjoying getting an all-over tan - it was so peaceful.

Midday passed, and I noticed that the beach had gradually filled with other sun worshippers, although everyone seemed to give each other plenty of room. That was when a young guy about my age approached me and asked if I was looking for fun - I was dumbstruck and couldn't speak. He must have taken that as a yes because he took his shirt and shorts off and sat next to me.

"I'm Carl, your first time here?" he asked. I mumbled, "Yes," and gave him my name. As he talked, I was taken aback by how confident he was - the complete opposite of me. I was mesmerised and found myself looking over him. Light brown hair, blue eyes, clean shaven and little to no body hair apart from the bush around his flaccid cock.

"Do you want to go somewhere quieter?" he asked as my wandering eyes had finished checking him out. "Sure," I said, realising I hadn't taken in a word he had said since sitting down. "Put on some shorts and follow me," was his reply.

I gathered up my few possessions as he got dressed again and we walked further down the beach towards some sand dunes. There were what looked like pathways leading up from the beach through tall grasses and into the dunes themselves. Carl seemed to pick one at random and it wasn't long before he found a hollow tucked away from sight.

He took off his shorts again and signalled that I should sit alongside him, which I did. As soon as I got comfortable, he placed his hand on my head and turned it towards him. He moved forward and planted a kiss on my lips, soon followed by more. It wasn't long before his tongue pressed against my lips and into my mouth. I felt his hand on my crotch as he sought to undo my shorts to find my ever-hardening cock.

I broke away from his kiss, slid my shorts off completely and looked down to briefly see that he was hard too. As I did that, he caught my hand and encouraged me to stroke his cock as he had done. I couldn't believe that another man's cock would feel so good in my hand. It felt warm with a soft exterior, yet rock hard as I wrapped my hand fully around his shaft.

He kissed me again with even more passion and wrapped his hand around my cock and we soon were masturbating each other. My first attempts were somewhat jerky, but I soon matched his smooth action as we moved in sync together. As we pumped each other faster, I felt a little twitch at the base of his cock and suddenly he groaned as he shot his spunk into the air and I felt the hot globules hit my skin. My own orgasm soon followed and added to the white blobs of cum dotted over our hands, stomachs and cocks.

He broke away from our kiss, brought his cum covered hand up to his mouth and licked it clean with a look of relish. I soon followed his lead and licked my own hand to discover a salty yet sweet taste to our nectar. As we got dressed, I said to Carl, "That was my first time doing anything like that." He asked if I enjoyed the experience which of course I had - it's not every day someone else makes you cum!

As we walked back to the beach, he told me he was gay and that most of the men I could see were too. In fact, if I were to take a walk around the dunes, I would see more than the mutual wanking we had done - there could be blowjobs or even fucking in some of the hollows.

I arranged to meet him again the following week - if he wasn't there, maybe I could take a longer look around those hidden hollows.