It was Jack's third trip to a nude beach.
The first time, he had told himself it was just to satisfy his growing curiosity.
But it only provoked more.
On that first visit, Jack had discovered that it was even more of a sausage-based party than everyone said. Very few tacos, if you will, were in evidence. That was okay, because his hunger for sausage had been building for years.
The second thing Jack discovered was that after you walked from the parking lot to the main beach where most people hung out, if you hung a right and kept going, you rounded a bend to another stretch that was out of initial view. And exclusively populated by men.
Dozens. Of. Naked. Men.
But his most fascinating discovery of all, on that first visit, was seeing the occasional pair of guys disappearing into the woods behind the beach looking amorous, or emerging from the scrubby trees looking satisfied. Oh my God, Jack thought, people are hooking up here! The very thought of all these homocarnal encounters going on around him was so overwhelming that, after a few minutes of checking out all of the hot male flesh, Jack had ducked out, quickly returning to the main area to lay out his towel and sun his pecker amongst the tamer crowd.
Jack had never had sex with a man. Yet. Due to his upbringing, the idea of it had been inconceivable when he was younger. He had, however, indulged in thoughts about men's bodies innumerable times, which in his youth had usually led him to feel guilty afterwards. But times had changed since then, and so had Jack. At fifty-three, and as a high-school teacher regularly exposed to young people's ideas, he had long since outgrown his old misgivings. Given his mixed success with women, including two failed marriages lacking the passion that he saw in the movies, he was starting to think it might be time to finally fuck the old rules.
And fuck men.
It wasn't just about the fucking, though. He suspected that his romantic inclinations had shifted to men too, though he wouldn't be sure until he made a real connection. What would it be like to lie in bed, satisfied, next to a hairy, beefy naked man you'd just gotten off with? Maybe cuddling and caressing and murmuring sweet things to each other like ... you know, lovers? Falling asleep next to a guy, and then having breakfast with him in the morning? And ... oh, this was the most forbidden fantasy - the hottest and yes, gayest thing of all - in Jack's mind, even gayer than anal intercourse ... what would it be like to kiss a man? To part his lips and let a man's tongue probe its way in? Ideally, while their bodies were pressed together, lovingly stroking each other?
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On his second visit to the nude beach, Jack had walked through the gay section once again, taking in another delightful eyeful, then chickened out and returned to the mainstream area. On the way back, he briefly ducked into the woods to relieve himself, taking the edge off the wild thoughts that might lead him to do something impulsive.
Certain that he would want more from men than just physical pleasure, Jack had vowed not to let his first time be an easy, sleazy hookup with some anonymous rando he met on the street or Grindr. Or the nude beach, he tried to remind himself. Sunbathing on his towel afterward, he seriously wondered whether he could resist temptation indefinitely. He couldn't go jerk off in the woods every time he got overstimulated looking at nude bodies. He knew that if a guy came up to him and directly asked for a hookup, he'd have the fortitude to say "No thanks." But what if somebody showed an actual interest in him and invested a few minutes getting to know him a little? Could he still say no? Shouldn't he make the guy take him out to dinner first? Or at least coffee? Share a breathmint? Something?
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Now, on his third visit, much more comfortable with the beach and with his own public nudity, Jack once again breezed past all the gay dudes, stealing glances at all their fine glanses, and then went back to sun himself with the less-gay group. This time, however, he didn't go into the woods to relieve his semi-erectitude. Fuck it. It's a nude beach. Erections are natural occurrences, Jack! If you've got a boner, don't hide it from the world. It's nothing to be bashful about.
But the issue wasn't his erection. It was the thoughts causing him to have one.
He couldn’t stop thinking about all those hot gay men two hundred yards away. So in the haze of horny curiosity, unclear what he was even agreeing to let himself do, Jack moved to the hot, glistening, gay part of the beach. This time, not just to walk through, but to put down his towel and be there. To try on a gay identity for an hour and confirm how it fit.
Jack's fuzzy brain rationalized that he also wanted to observe this community. Anthropology is the study of men, right? This will just be an anthropological examination of the comings and goings - the social mores and customs - of this gathering of men, he told himself. Like everyone, he had heard that at gay bars and sometimes beaches, if two guys found each other attractive, they could skip the byzantine dates and gates of straight relationships and just hook up. Jack wouldn't actually go for an anonymous encounter himself - he genuinely did want to make some kind of connection before having sex with a man - but the freedom these men enjoyed was nevertheless fascinating to him.
He hung out (so to speak) alone for a half hour or so, a few yards away from anyone else, reading a book and mostly minding his own business, except that he did keep occasional watch on the other men. He did check out all the guys who passed by, especially if they were near his own age, glancing away before locking eyes with any of them.
While lying on the beach, Jack became aware of something else that he hadn't noticed while walking through: besides seeing all these couples sneaking into or out of the woods, he could occasionally hear their muffled grunts and groans behind him. He tried to focus on his book, but this background soundtrack kept at least some blood flowing to his cock.
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And then, perhaps inevitably, Jack inadvertently held the gaze of an approaching man. Maybe because this guy had a friendly face and looked just a few years younger than himself, maybe late forties, and had a bit of a dad bod like Jack's own.
The man asked if he could set his towel down near Jack's.
Jack said yes.
The man introduced himself as Paul and, expressing familiarity with the book Jack was reading, asked for his thoughts on it. After a few minutes, the conversation segued from that into small talk, and then effortlessly into deeper discussion as they learned that they were both teachers at secondary schools in different towns.
Despite the dialogue somehow continuing easily, Paul and Jack made more eye contact than two straight men ever would, both of them leaning on one elbow to face the other, giving them each a nice view of the other's body. Jack felt the electric sensation of being ... well, mentally undressed was not the way to put it. He was already undressed. Consumed. Inspected by this enchanting man. Jack was taking in Paul's body too, taking note of his rounded pecs, his soft belly, his muscular thighs, all of these parts covered with a light coat of auburn fuzz. Everything about Paul looked enticing, including what Jack deemed to be a very nice-looking penis, with a curving pinkish cap.
Surely Paul wouldn't be talking to me this long if he weren't interested. Right? Jack realized that the only obstacle to them having sex right now would be the small matter of whether this constituted getting to know someone well enough to clear his little rule. Was he leading Paul on by letting this conversation go on? By continuing to stare at Paul's sexy mouth? By stealing glances at Paul's sun-kissed cock? Kiss ... cock ... screamed the voice in Jack's head.
As teachers used to talking endlessly, Jack and Paul could probably continue chatting forever, but Jack had begun to think of better uses for Paul's mouth. "I should tell you, Paul, this is only my third time to a nude beach. I've never even seen a man naked outside of the gym."
“Oh?" Paul asked suggestively, turning to lie fully sideways on his towel, facing Jack. Paul's member wasn't quite hard, but it was clearly filled, angled somewhat upward from the normal hanging position. "And how do you enjoy being able to take a longer look?”
His own unit nearly erect now, Jack ran his eyes up and down Paul’s sexy body, saying, "Turns out it really gets my blood flowing."
Paul laughed sharply, warmly, his penis also now stiffening to the horizontal. “You know, Jack, I was in the very same situation as you until last year. Never been to a nude beach. And like you, never seen a man naked besides at the gym." He placed his hand on Jack's shoulder and bored into his eyes with, "Also, never remotely realized how much I would enjoy doing more than just look."
"I think I'm finally ready to try that," hissed Jack, moving his hand down towards Paul's fully hardened rock.
Paul grabbed Jack's hand and held on. "I can't think of anything I'd like more, but we have to go back into the woods where the park rangers will leave us alone."
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Paul helped Jack up, continuing to hold his hand as they picked up their things and walked away from the water. Oh my God, he's holding my hand! Like a lover! Jack thought. A male lover! The juxtaposition of those two words sent an electric current coursing through his entire body. Maybe this really was what Jack needed all along.
After they had walked a few dozen yards in, Paul turned to face Jack, taking both of Jack's hands in his. "We shouldn't touch each other until we get further from the beach, but I would like to kiss you now. And I think you want to kiss me."
Jack responded by eagerly pulling Paul towards him and planting his lips, hard. He could smell Paul's masculinity as his firm, warm, rough lips pressed against his own. Jack parted his lips first, snaking his tongue through the gap to meet Paul's. Their slow tongue-dance made both men moan, though Jack moaned louder.
After a long minute, Jack swooned, "I never knew a kiss could feel that good."
"Jack! You really are a lot like me," Paul chuckled as the men gazed into each other's eyes. "I'm not very experienced with men myself, so I'm still sorting out my feelings, but I think I too have found kissing men to be sexier than kissing women. Please don't tell my wife." After a moment, he shared, "I ... I can't believe I just said that last part out loud. Like I said, I really do have some shit to figure out."
"Then we both do. Let's help each other with that."
"That sounds nice, Jack."
Holding hands again, the men walked deeper into the trees and shrubbery for privacy.
Paul asked, "So this is your first time doing anything with a man?” as they walked.
"Well ... yes and no. When I was nineteen, I sucked off my drunk roommate, but I don't think he remembered it. So I don't really count it, because I wasn't really with him."
"But even if you don't 'count' it, how do you feel about having done that for him?" asked Paul empathetically.
"It felt powerful. Sexy. I loved everything about it. The feel, the taste of his raw fleshy penis between my lips, filling my mouth." Jack reveled in saying the word penis like that. "The knowledge that James was feeling so much ecstasy, and then having an orgasm, and that I was making my friend feel that! And, oh God, the feeling of his cock flexing and shooting. I swear, Paul, there isn't a day goes by that I don't think of swirling his precious load around in my mouth and swallowing it."
Paul squeezed Jack's hand. "What wonderful feelings you've just shared."
"Yes, and it wasn't just the physical sensations. Remembering it out loud now, it felt so ... intimate. Loving, even, to do that for James."
"I hope I'm not going too far in asking this, but ..." inquired Paul, " ... did you love James?"
After a moment's thought, Jack replied, "Huh. I've never really asked myself that." He chuckled. "But I did just say 'intimate' and 'loving,' didn't I? I did feel connected to him in a deeper way afterward, and I was always glad I made the gesture, even if he didn't know, and even if it could never be mutual. So, although it was unrequited ... " He exclaimed, "Yes! I did. I did love James." Pausing again, he then murmured, "I've never really admitted that before. Maybe I really am meant to love men."
They had arrived at a small, flat clearing. "That's an important revelation," said Paul as they set down their things and spread their towels on the ground. Jack found himself fascinated watching Paul's manly body move, his stiff penis bouncing around, as he stooped down to smooth his towel. "I really do sense we're a lot alike, Jack," Paul said, "A lot of guys here just want a physical hookup, but I want there to be much more to it than that."
"I don't think I'd be letting this happen if I didn't already like you, Paul. And I feel really fortunate that since we left the beach, we've had the chance to talk about all of these things before shoving your dick in my mouth. Which, to be clear, I will want you to do."
The men kneeled on their towels facing each other. "I almost feel bad for not saying it sooner, but I really like you too, Jack. A lot. Even though I've been with a handful of guys already, the intimate thoughts we have just shared are new territory to me. Wonderful territory, if maybe a little scary. But I am beyond thrilled to be exploring it together with you."
All these loving words exchanged, Jack was finally ready for action. He brought his mouth to Paul's again, this time wrapping his hand around Paul's genitals. He marveled at the sensations of Paul's thin, velvety outer sheath, his spongy glans, his glistening smear of precum, his fuzzy, weighty, warm balls in his palm.
Jack mated Paul's penis next to his own, slowly moving their skinjackets back and forth, rubbing this way and that. The sensation was beyond exquisite; it was magical. Jack kept getting more and more into the kiss too, wrapping his arms around Paul's shoulders and roaming them over his slightly hairy back. He moved his lips off Paul's and started kissing and nibbling his earlobes and then his neck. He hadn't imagined this part of being with a man before, but it was the natural progression when he'd been with a woman, so of course you'd do this.
Paul leaned his head forward to drool some spit onto their cocks, using it to lubricate them. Jack threw his head back in ecstasy when the two men's beefy hands started gliding up and down their juxtaposed lengths, now including the cockheads. This stimulated his crown and brought as much intensity of pleasure as any warm, lubricated orifice ever had. Frotting while kissing had been Jack's hottest dream, and the reality was proving exponentially hotter.
Paul bent down to chew on Jack's nipples, triggering a modest twinge that he'd never felt before, somehow amplifying the penile sensations as if connected by a previously unknown wire. Breathing hard now, Paul whispered into his ear, “I won't last much longer, lover. Is this how you want me to cum?”
“Yesss..." Jack moaned, throwing his head back. "I want us to cum together this way. This is how I always imagined my first time."
"I'm truly honored to be helping you finally make that fantasy real."
They continued stroking their doubled rods together, Paul's lips locked onto Jack's as their tongues continued to fuck each other. This sent Paul over the top, moaning and grunting into Paul's mouth. Jack felt the gooey warmth of Paul's jizz spreading through his fingers. He also felt the exhilarating sense of power of bringing this beautiful man an orgasm, just as he had once done for his beloved James. And now, he was doing this for a man who could return his feelings. Feelings much deeper than he would have expected on his first time.
Paul wrapped his hand around Jack's, helping him stroke them both. The added lubrication quickly sent Jack into the most powerful non-penetrative orgasm he'd ever had. Probably the most productive, too, some of it dripping onto the ground.
And also one of his noisiest orgasms. Jack abruptly realized that some of the other nearby men had likely heard all of his moaning and grunting and "Oh Paul"s. But rather than feeling embarrassed about it, he savored being part of this naughty communal noisemaking that probably often added to other couples' stimulation. What a manly paradise this seemed to be, even if he wanted to stay off to the side of the random-hookup aspect of it. While still observing it, of course.
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“Do you want to take a break, Jack, now that you've cum? I'll even give you a chance to walk away, no strings, if this was all you needed today.”
“You won't get rid of me that easy,” challenged Jack, pulling Paul into a tight embrace. He chewed on Paul's neck and breathed in his ear. “I want a lot more of you.”
“Good! I needed to give you the out, but I'd have been sad if you left. Take me, Jack. I’m yours. Whatever you want, I want.”
"Now I want to clean up your cock. I want to taste you. I want to taste us on you."
"That sounds perfect."
"And then ... after we've both cum," Jack boldly promised, "... I'm going to want to cuddle with you."
Paul smiled warmly in return. "That would make this even more perfect."
Paul dropped onto a towel, looking lovingly up at Jack. Jack kissed Paul's knee and met his eyes. He dragged his tongue up Paul's thigh, through his plentiful leg hairs until he reached a spot where some of the men's mixed cum had matted them, and he sucked up the faint taste. Next, he moved up to Paul's pubes and sucked out the globs of semen that had matted various spots. Then he dragged his tongue around the circumference of Paul's dick near the base.
"Oh my God, Jack, just seeing how much you're getting into this so much is making me hard again."
“Yes, Paul, I noticed," joked Jack. "Your dick is right in my face.”
Maybe he'd said that to ease the tension because ... well, this was the moment of truth. The instant he would taste a cock again, as he had with James. He took Paul's sticky stiffness in his hand and drew a long, wet, flavorful lick up the underside. Then more licks, consuming more of the mixed semen that remained. Finally, he enveloped Paul's beautiful, veiny, velvety length in his mouth. Already glazed with cum, it tasted even better than James's flesh-flavored cock had.
It took a few minutes of licking and slurping and sucking, every second of which Jack savored and committed to his forever memory, before Paul's breathing became ragged, his body stiffened, and his eyes rolled and closed. Jack relished the sensation of this big male body spasming and tensing just from the treatment his mouth was giving his sensitive little appendage. What a feeling! He reached up and squeezed Paul's nipples, sensing Paul's body break out in a sweat just as he reached the peak and started shooting. Still bobbing his head, Jack early took every drop, eagerly swallowing several times, holding Paul's hands in his as he gradually calmed down.
Jack came up to kiss Paul, who eagerly sucked some of the semen flavor out of Jack's mouth.
"Now it's time to shove your dick in a man's mouth for the first time, as you put it earlier," said Paul affectionately, stroking Jack's penis and lightly biting a nipple as he worked his way down. His tongue left a string of saliva as it went over the slight curve below Jack's "tit," over his rounded belly, in and out of his navel, and downward.
"Look at me while I give you what James never would," insisted Paul, tenderly touching his tongue to the underside of Jack's tip, dragging across the slickened pee-hole and across the top, lightly flicking the top edge of the glans. Jack shook slightly at this feeling. Paul held his cock by the base and circled just the very rim of the glans with his tongue. Then he drew a broader circle, lovingly flicking his tongue back and forth across Jack's frenulum, causing another convulsion. Paul wetted his lips and pressed them against Jack's bell-end, slowly opening them as he drew Jack in, moving his tongue back and forth underneath the shaft at just the instant Jack's corona passed through Paul's lips.
"Oh my God!" exclaimed Jack, his eyes still locked with Paul's. "This is already better than any blowjob I've ever gotten, and you've only got an inch of me in so far."
At this, Paul firmed his lips' grasp around Jack's manhood and took it most of the way to the base, causing Jack's eyes to roll back in his head in ecstasy. Jack's pubes registering the sensation of Paul's nose against them, Paul held himself there for what seemed like forever - maybe ten, fifteen seconds, in reality - his tongue still gliding back and forth across Jack's underside as he ever-so-slowly withdrew, then began to bob slowly up and down. It only took a couple of minutes of this before Jack started breathing heavily and stammered, "That's it, I'm cumming. Eat me alive, Paul." This excellent use of Paul's mouth brought Jack an orgasm that, while not as productive as the first, was even more pleasurable.
Now Jack could finally dismiss his suppressed love for James, replacing it in his heart with something that, while it was too soon to call love, was vastly better.
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Afterwards, the men lay down on the towels, holding each other while they exchanged gentle little cum-scented kisses.
"Listen, Paul," said Jack. "This really hasn't turned out like I expected."
Paul grinned curiously and sarcastically asked, "How so?
"It was better. In every possible way."
"You might be used to being the teacher, but you have been a model student today. Of course, I'm not the most expert teacher. Seeing you experience your first time has been kind of like watching myself just a year ago."
"Are you saying it was like having sex with yourself?" Jack joked.
"Sure! And who wouldn't love that?"
"Hell, if I could have real sex with myself, I'd do it five times a day."
"Exactly."
After a moment of comfortable silence, Paul ventured, "Speaking of having sex more than once, I would really like to see you again, Jack. If that doesn't scare you off. We can even get together with clothes on. At first."
"Gee, Paul, are you trying to make more of my dreams come true by talking about a date? Going out together, maybe having dinner, flirting across the table, and then going back to your place or mine ..."
"... And kissing passionately," continued Paul, "and tearing each other's clothes off, and making sweet love together."
"Yes! That's it! That's what I want! I think it's what I've always needed, but I couldn't be sure until I had sex with a man. But now that I have, I fucking know this is what's for me. I don't know if you get a signing bonus or something, but I am fucking converted."
Jack nodded. "I don't think any money or prizes change hands, though. Just cum."
"Maybe that's the prize."
"Not a bad one," chuckled Paul. "Like I said, I've been sorting out my feelings on whether I'm all-in on men myself. I mean, there's a lot at stake for me," admitted Paul. "But if our actual date goes as well as today, I might be convinced. I mean, converted."
Jack playfully licked Paul's ear and conspiratorially whispered, "Don't worry, I won't tell your wife."
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As he drove home from the beach, Jack thought, My God, what have I done?
And the answer came back. Exactly what you dreamed of doing.
