A Cumdump's Journey

Chapter 9: Cruising at the beach

It was a pretty last-minute decision after what I could only describe as a full weekend. Friday evening I had been the bottom in my first gang-bang. Three well-hung tops on one worn-out bottom. Adama's girth had opened me up so much, I could still feel the sensation of him inside me on Sunday evening. Of course, I had indulged my thirst for cum on the Saturday night even so - taking a my usual tour of the woods and servicing anyone in need, but I had fought off the desire to give up my hole again. In a flash of spontaneity, I'd booked a ticket to get out of town for the rest of my week off. It was not yet the school holidays, and I figured a vacation now would be the perfect chance to see some of France before everywhere was packed with tourists. Sunday morning while lying in bed with touching my hole and feeling it's progress to becoming a well-used, cum hole, I booked a ticket for a long weekend away later in the week. Then I rolled over and started searching for the porn that was my new obsession; gaping asses.

The next few days were a lazy mix of long days in bed, casually cruising - both on and offline - and planning my trip to the sun. I decided on Nice on a whim, but the more I researched the town, the more I began looking forward to my little get-away. My first point of reference was gay bars. I looked up to see where the main locales were and booked my hotel accordingly. When I arrived, I soon realised that the downtown area of the city is compact enough that a central hotel is ideal no matter where it's based. Nonetheless, I was glad to have a bit of action close-by. After everything was booked, I began some more research; a museum, maybe a gallery. It wasn't long though before I had started to search for cruising spots. I was happy to learn that there was a LGBT film festival on and there were plenty of listings in the local cruise spot directory, chiefly among them a nudist beach.

Two days later I was on the road. It was a 5-hour journey, but in the high-speed train the journey flew by after I had found myself a little entertainment. The moment I sat down on the train, my phone came out and I loaded up Grindr out of habit more than anything. There were several guys close by, several of whose taglines told which train they were on. "Damn!" I thought to myself, "none are on my train on the 2671". I updated my own tagline with my train number and waited to take off. After going down the train to check out the food cart, I'd almost forgotten to check in on the app, so I was pleasantly surprised upon returning to my seat that I had a message from a guy on the same train.

It was a German guy, only travelling half-way to Lyon, but that gave us plenty of time. I didn't waste a moment finding out if he was up for being drained in the toilet. Bingo! He sent me a cock picture. "Not bad," I thought to myself nodding, trying to keep my phone screen out of view of my immediate neighbour. His cock was a nice girth and about 6 or 7 inches long, with a long foreskin. The train was busy though so I was anxious to see how we would sort it out. The German suggested I walk down the train (the full length was at upwards of 10 long carriages), because he had seen a set of two toilets close by where there were lots of empty seats. When it came to passing to action, I wasn't sure though - until he sent me a picture of his cum-shot. Oh shit, I had rarely seen that big a load, and immediately it got me fired up. I had the image in my mind as I marched down the train to the end carriage. When I arrived, he was standing there and I was impressed at his obviously great body under his clothes. He nodded an acknowledgement of recognition and went into the toilet, I immediately followed. It was a door directly into the train aisle, so on the way back out, I was concerned that anyone would spot us if they were standing outside, but he already had his cock out in his hand.

I knelt down and took his fleshy, pale cock into my mouth. It was warm and moist in my mouth, and it took a moment of my tongue's attention before I felt his begin to swell in my mouth. I reached up and felt his hard abs. He had strong thighs too, and they felt nice to put my hands up against. He was thrusting now, in and out of my mouth and admittedly we both felt the urge to get things done as quickly as possible. To that end, he suddenly pulled out and began jerking himself off with his hand. I felt a little disappointed because I had just really been getting into the swing of it. Fortunately though, he ordered me to look at him and open my mouth wide. I was staring him right in the eyes with my mouth open and tongue out waiting patiently for his thick nut to arrive; he didn't disappoint. With a grunt the first jet shot over my face, I moved myself slightly to reposition my mouth, as he shot gush after gush of his copious cum-load into my mouth. After the 6th or 7th jet, he calmed a little but he still had a few smaller shots in him. Finally he took his thumb and rubbed it around my face collecting up any that had splashed on my face and drew it down into my mouth too. I swished it around my mouth, amazed at the full mouthful of sperm I had received from just one guy and savoured the taste for as long as possible. I swallowed it all down in one gulp. It was heaven.

Before I knew it, he was zipped up and ready to go. Fortunately, no one was standing outside, and I was able to return to my seat in peace, feeling content with myself. I wondered how many seemingly ordinary situations men found to get their nut. Had I been missing out on a world of pleasure and seediness. Now I knew, I would be able to find men to please at any time, if I was motivated enough. Unfortunately, during the rest of the train ride no more opportunities arose. By evening though I was checked into my hotel and went out to check out the town. There was a gay bar just own the street and I fancied a beer to start my vacation. It was still the middle of the week though, so when I went it was quiet. I sat outside on the terrace and made the most of the warm, humid air. There were a few guys around but it seemed to be couples or a few groups of friends, no-one that was really paying attention. I continued drinking my beer. My phone battery had died after a long day of being on the go, and using it to cruise for men. So I thought why not have a night off.

I wasn't paying much attention, but I realised after a while there was one other lonesome guy sitting on the deck outside the bar, drinking alone. When I finally noticed him, I became aware that he was looking at me and staring even. I glanced over but just a moment to catch his eye and look away again. He was older than me, not much but his face looked worn. His skin was dark, both his natural complexion and it looked like he had been out in the sun a lot. It was pockmarked with acne scars and a few other scars of unknown origin. He had stubble like he hadn't bothered to shave the past few days and unkempt dark hair. Definitely Arabic origin, I thought to myself. I continued to enjoy my beer without looking over to him, yet sensed his eyes on me. I tried discreetly to get a look at him without catching his eye. He had a loose vest on, and he was skinny, his arms were long, slim and hairy. I could see there were patches of hair on his chest too. "Eugh," I thought to myself, "not at all my type". He was definitely what I would describe as ugly. I did my best to ignore him, as I finished my beer and felt relaxed about the slow pace of the evening.

Eventually, I could see the ugly, Arabic guy shifting about in the corner of eye, readying himself to leave. He stood up facing away from me and I saw that even as he stood he seemed to be unattractive, tall but crouched over almost with a hunch in his back. His shorts were high and they clearly showed his legs; long and skinny too. He stepped around to push his chair in as he was leaving and swung back around to face me. That's when I saw it; in his shorts there was a huge bulge, obscenely large, and I could tell immediately that he was wearing nothing underneath his shorts. His dick was flaccid and it hung low and large in front of him. Something in me clicked, and I looked him in the eyes, smiled and gave him a brief wave as he was leaving. I couldn't believe it and I felt a little guilty, but knowing he was hung so big totally changed my perception of him; I now found him extremely attractive, and could get the image of his bulge out of my mind.

I followed him with my eyes as he walked off down the street, quickly finishing my beer and darting off in the same direction. Damn, why hadn't I bought a charger for my phone; I was sure he would be on Grindr. I walked around the small streets, searching for a trace of him but to no avail. Finally I admitted defeat and headed back to the hotel. I checked out Grindr when I got back but was only interested in the super-hung Arab who'd left me alone at the terrace.

The following morning, I promised myself I had to do something cultural and set about looking for a museum, so at least I could justify spending the rest of my trip hunting for cock. Shortly before lunch I climbed up the rock face at the end of the promenade to get a good view of the town and waterfront. It gave stunning views out to the Mediterranean, and after taking a few photos, I felt like I had earned the rest of the day to relax. I had read about a nudist area "Coco Beach" popular with gay men that was walking distance along the coast from the main beach and from up here I'd hoped I could get a look, but no such luck. I descended back down to grab some lunch before dedicating my whole afternoon to Coco Beach.

As I set off, I first tried to walk along the seafront, but it was too rocky and I came across several points where it wasn't possible to pass. On my phone I saw that I could follow the main road and then climb down to the beach, so I set off in this way. The Cote d'Azur doesn't have the best beaches in my opinion and I was a little disappointed arriving at Coco Beach to discover a flat, rocky area rather than sandy alcove. I looked around though and tried to get a sense of the layout. It wasn't large, but there were several flat areas, and a number of large boulders and areas where the rocks jutted out into the sea. There were also a few areas which you could hide away in for some privacy and behind the beach its land rose steeply with some bushy areas and dirt paths. There were a number of men sunbathing on the rocks, and I began climbing down looking out for a flat area with a good spot to overlook the crowd.

The men perked up to inspect who the new person was among them. I took stock. Several couples, one or two men sunbathing alone. Mostly older men, some much older than me. When I got myself a spot, I began to undress and for the first time got naked on a beach. I was slightly anxious, but felt surprisingly liberated once I lay naked on my towel, enjoying the warm sun beating down on my body.. I had decided not to bring my phone just in case I wanted to go swimming or otherwise had to leave my stuff. I had sunglasses on and perched my bag behind my head so I could discreetly look at the men without obviously starring. It was hard to get a sense of what was going on, but by observing I began to see that some men were definitely checking out the goods available. Touching themselves discreetly, but overall it wasn't a seedy atmosphere. I swam some and generally enjoyed the hot weather. Men came and went over the afternoon, and finally I noticed a guy sat a little over to the opposite side who was super hot. His body was defined and nicely tanned, with a nice bush of hair surrounding a tidy, and average-sized dick and balls. He was looking over and we continued to flirt this way for a while. Sometimes I stood up to give him a look at my ass, or to jump into the water, and he did the same. I had the sense he definitely wanted something to happen here between us. I began looking for a secluded spot.

When I was distracted, I didn't notice another man descending from the road behind me until he was really up close and passed within a meter or so of where I was sitting. I saw the shadow first and then looked up to see the humongous bulge pass before my eyes, I looked up to see the ugly Arab grinning down at me as he walked past. His teeth were crooked but at least clean. He was smoking, he laid down his towel and sat down a few meters from me in a small alcove of the rock. I watched him, his crooked, skinny, tanned body as he undressed in front of me, waiting patiently and longingly for him to expose himself to me. Finally he reached down to the waistband of his shorts, pulled them down and stepped out of them and stood before me totally naked. His skinniness would otherwise have been unattractive, but I didn't anymore. My eyes were fixated on an extremely plump, long, cut cut hanging between his legs. It was breath-taking. It stuck out by the sheer volume against his skinny-frame, probably the largest flaccid cock I had ever seen. I raised my head until our eyes met and he stared at me for a long moment, before sitting down with his back on the rocks facing me. I broke from his gaze and looked around. No one else seemed to be paying attention, except for the guy from opposite I had been flirting with moments before. He was motioning with his head to head over to a small cover beside him. I hesitated.

"Do I go with the hot guy with the average size cock or the ugly guy with the enormous cock?" I thought, but there was no contest. I couldn't take my eyes off the guy in front of me. I smiled over at the ugly, Arabic guy and lay back down on the rock facing him. He was sitting with one knee up to his chest and the other leg out in front of him. His fat meat hung between his legs and the bell-end rested invitingly on the rock. Fuck! I wanted so much to go over and take it into my mouth. I reached down and began to discreetly touch myself, but was anxious that it would make me hard. The Arab didn't have the same hesitation. Hidden from view, except from my hungry gaze, he was slowly stroking his massive member, grinning in my direction. I lowered my sunglasses, to demonstrate my interest. I was now oblivious to anything going on around us.

Gradually his large meat began to harden and thicken in his hand. He swung it around and played with it, as I slowly felt my own relatively small penis stiffen at the sight. I was licking my lips showing every intention of what I so desperately wanted. He stood up and left his dick swing free. It was so large it hung down and swung like a pendulum between his legs, rather than sticking up right. A comfortable 10 inches and girth that would require more than one hand to reach a round; it was a real porn-star penis. He shamelessly walked down the rocks and dived into the water. I told myself that I couldn't miss this opportunity and that I would have to be bold if I was to get what I wanted.

When he emerged from the water and took his place, we carried on our flirting from a distance for the next couple of hours while we sunbathed. I turned on my side so I could give myself an erection and not be too obvious, between dips in the ocean. His dick was exposed the whole time and he knew very well what his best asset was, putting it on display for the world to see. Eventually I couldn't take it anymore,I got up and walked over with intent.

"Got a light," I asked, hoping he would respond to my advance.

"Here," he replied, holding up a small lighter to my hand. I had brought a spliff with me and wasn't sure if I should be offering him, but I took a chance.

"Fancy sharing this?" I asked, holding it up to him.

I sat down beside him on the jaggedy and uncomfortable rocks as I lit up the joint. It was only a small one and it wouldn't take long for us to finish it. I handed it to him and waited 'til he took a drag, then I dared to reach out and stroke his imposing man-meat with my hand. He smiled and so I took it in my hand. It was flaccid again, but even in this state my hand didn't reach around the whole girth. I began to squeeze him and stroke gently. We continued like this for the next few minutes until the spliff was finished and I felt relaxed enough to lean forward and lick the tip of his big dick. It would certainly be a mouthful, just the gland alone would fill me up. Finally he suggested that we take a walk.

I grabbed my stuff and threw on my t-shirt and shorts, and followed as he led us up the rocks to the road, we immediately crossed over and started ascending further up into the bushes which opened out onto a plateau hidden from the road. As I walked along the dry, dusty paths between fried shrubbery, I noticed my first hints of excitement. Old, used condoms were strewn around the ground, under bushes, just at the side of the path, everywhere I looked I could see at least one worn piece of rubber. I began to get hard again at the thought of what was to come. As the bushes grew denser, the Arab eventually turned off the path into a small opening where I turned over a stump that formed a kind of natural bench. He stood and turned waiting for me to catch up, his cock literally bulging out of his small shorts.

I came up opposite him, looking up to his eyes - he was around 6' 6" - and I realised how lanky he was. My hand reached out in front of me and immediately was drawn to his cock. I still couldn't believe how large his meat was. His wasn't even fully engorged, yet it totally filled my hand with its heavy girth. I squeezed it and slowly pulled down his shorts, to reveal it in all its glory. The contrast of this dark horsecock, attached to this slim, spindly man only served to emphasize what a large member he had, and I wanted nothing more than to have him inside my mouth. His hands grabbed me, spinning us around, as he walked me backwards to the stump and guided me to sit down. As I sat back, my head lined up perfectly with his crotch as my eyes bulged as they devoured the sight of this beautiful python.

I took out my poppers and began licking all around his crotch, starting with the balls and massaging and giving as much pleasure to this man as I could. I wasn't in a rush to end this experience. At this point his cock was throbbing and I could tell he was fully erect, but the weight of his meat dragged it downwards, until finally he stepped forward and taking the large pipe in his hand entered my mouth. He was gentle but firm, ensuring that progress was steady and his cockhead was soon pushing on the back of my mouth, trying to gain entrance to my throat. It was nowhere near the thickest part of the base and I could already feel my jaw was stretched as wide as possible. The pressure was building and becoming ever more painful, until I had no choice but to reach for the poppers. I withdrew my head and took 2 long inhales in each nostril then waited a moment for the effects to take hold.

I opened my mouth and he entered me again, this time pushing the head well into the entrance to my throat. This was his chance to open me up and he didn't waste a moment. At first my throat seemed able to accommodate his large girth, but as he began to thrust he was stretching me open wider and going deeper than any cock had been before. I could feel the pain building in my throat, but the poppers suppressed my gag reflex for now. This went on for a while and tears were streaming down my cheeks as I took the forceful facebook. Soon though the poppers began to wear off and I could feel a retch coming up from my stomach with each deep thrust. I couldn't take it anymore and wanted him to pull out, instead he held himself deep inside me and took charge of the poppers, holding one of my nostrils closed and putting the poppers up to the other nostril.

For the next 30 minutes, he kept me poppered up as his large pole made itself a new home in my oesophagus. He alternated between period of long thrusts, and short sharps ones, then holding himself deep inside me, blocking my airway until i was gasping for air and he would slowly withdraw just enough for me to get a breath, but immediately hit me with another round of poppers and then re-enter my throat when he felt my resistance melt away. It was during one of these long pauses where his cock was buried the full 10 inches inside me, that I felt his body tense up and a slight moan as his cock pulsed in my mouth. The poppers heightened my senses and I could feel 12 consecutive throbs of his cock inside my throat, and I knew he was unloading his sperm directly into my food pipe. I didn't taste anything, but when he finally pulled I knew he had been satisfied.