An Indian Summer Full of Surprises

We had recently moved into a house, just a 5 minutes' walk from the beach. It was a beach that I didn't know well, although I was born in the town a few decades ago.

I'd walked the beach a few times, mainly in the direction of a local park, where I would have a coffee and walk home again.

It was a hot September morning. The hot summer was followed by an almost as hot Indian Summer, the wind was light and it was a beautiful day.

When I reached the beach I turned left, instead of the customary right turn which took me to the park. The beach to the left was far quieter, even in the summer, as there was more stone than sand and no ice cream vans, cafes or other facilities.

After 5 minutes I saw someone walking towards me along the shoreline and for a moment I thought he was naked! When I got closer, I saw that he WAS naked! It then came to me that many years ago this part of the beach was for naturists. I thought that was a thing of the past, but I was obviously wrong. As we passed each other, I noticed he was a mid-thirties guy, very tanned (all over!) and extremely well-toned.

I wished him "Good morning", which he reciprocated and he both walked on. As he passed, I couldn't help but look at this cock. It was a good 6 inches long, not excessively thick, but added to the guy's attractive look.

I walked along the beach as far as I could but found the sea had come in, right up to the sea wall, therefore shutting off any access to the beach beyond. So, I made my way back.

When I reached the point where I had seen 'the naturist' he was coming out of the water. He wasn't looking my way, but I studied his body, which looked extremely muscular and devoid of any visible fat! As he walked his cock swung gently from side to side and looked an inch or two longer than when I first saw it. It looked as he had a 'semi' and made me wonder if he was turned on by being in the water, or if he'd been 'exercising' it!

When I looked up, he was looking me straight in the eyes. I felt foolish as he had obviously caught me weighing up his cock. I was flustered and blurted out "Is it cold? The sea, I mean."

"To start with, yes, but you soon acclimatise. It's not too bad once you get in." He then walked right up to me and extended his hand, "Sam" he said.

I shook his hand and said "Jim. Nice to meet you."

We stood and chatted for what seemed ages and I have to say I liked him and found him easy to talk to.

He explained how he liked to come to the beach in the autumn as there are too many people in the summer, especially kids who would either stand and stare or give him abuse.

"So do you live around here?" he said. I explained that I lived just 15 minutes away and that I would normally frequent the more populated part of the beach.

"So do you never get the desire to come to this part of the beach, strip off and go for a swim?"

"I'd be too afraid of seeing someone I know" I said.

"Well, there's not much chance of that today. You're the first person I've seen all morning. You never know, you might like it."

He smiled and stared into my eyes and then raised his eyebrows.

"Well, if I do, I shall get dressed again if anyone comes within a mile!"

Sam laughed and pointed to a couple of wind breakers which were further up the beach, where the woods met the sand.

"Come on, you can put your clothes with mine."

With that he led me up the beach. All the time we walked and talked, I struggled to take my eyes off his great body.

The windbreaks were big, quite high (they came up to my chest) and were at right angles to the woods, about 2 metres apart.

"Just leave your clothes in a pile down there and you can join me for a dip in the sea."

I was only wearing shorts and a tea shirt so it didn't take me long to undress. He didn't appear to take much notice until I slid my boxers off, which is when he seemed to take great interest with what I had between my legs.

I hesitated just for a second. He noticed and said "Oh Jim, tell me you're not shy!" and laughed.

I blushed slightly and said "Not shy, just conscious of your muscular, toned body. You look great. I feel very inadequate!"

Sam, smiled and said "Well from where I'm standing, you have nothing to feel inadequate about" whilst all the time looking at my cock.

We spent half an hour in the sea. It was cold and did not seem to get any warmer the longer I stayed in there!

I said "Come on, let's go in. I'm not warming up very quickly. I'll shrivel up to nothing at this rate, a problem you obviously don't have!"

As we walked up the beach, he said "Why do you say that?"

I then realised what I'd said, but I had to own up.

"When I saw you walking out of the sea earlier, there was no sign of shrivelling on your part! In fact, you seem to have grown from the first time I saw you"

"Ah, so you noticed, eh Jim. I thought you were having a sneaky peek at my cock. I could tell you the truth, but I might embarrass us both."

We sat on the towels he had laid out on the beach between his windbreaks and I said "Well Sam, I've embarrassed myself already, so there's nothing you could do to embarrass me."

He paused for a second and then looked me in the eye and said "I find it very erotic to be naked in a public place. I also have a high libido, so I got horny quite a lot. I was feeling like that the first time I saw you walk past, so I walked into the sea up to my waist and then slowly started to masturbate.

It felt amazing pulling my foreskin back and feeling the cold-water rush around the head of my cock. I was well on the way to delivery when I saw you walking back. I felt a bit self-conscious, so I stopped and headed out."

As he said this, I couldn't help notice that his cock was becoming erect. He looked down and said "Sorry. Like I said, being naked in a public place makes me horny".

He then looked down at my cock and said "and it appears I'm not the only one!"

I wasn't totally erect, but I wasn't far off. I blushed profusely and he said "No need to be embarrassed, Jim. It feels very sexy being naked outside, doesn't it?"

I just smiled at him and said "It sure does".

"So how often have you done this? Have you ever been caught?" I asked.

"Well." He said, "Once I was lying back on my towel, getting very carried away and this old guy, well he must have been 70, walks past with his dog. He looks in and sees me and apologises and walks off.

I decided to finish off and then leave, so I lay back again, eyes closed and carried on."

"I was nearly done when I heard very loud breathing. I looked up and the old guy was back, standing in front of me, cock in hand, shooting his cum over the sand!"

I laughed at the story, but have to admit I found it strangely arousing, the thought of these guys wanking in front of each other.

Sam then looked at me and said "Look, Jim, please tell me if you feel uncomfortable about this, but I think we're both turned on by the great outdoors and I for one have unfinished business. I'd like to finish what I started in the sea, but if you feel uncomfortable, I understand and I won't. However, if you don't mind you could either keep an eye out for me, or if you feel like it, join me."

I didn't quite mean what he meant by 'Join me'. Masturbate too, or give him a hand? He was full erect by now and although he wasn't touching himself his hand was perilously close.

"Sam, I don't feel uncomfortable at all. We're both grown-ups, after all, but if you don't mind, can I be your lookout to start with and take it from there?"

I had barely finished speaking before he had laid back on the towel and taken his, now fully erect, cock in his hand.

"Thanks, Jim, I appreciate that. I can fully relax knowing I have a lookout."

I stood up and looked over the top of the windbreak. One direction, then the other. No one in sight. If anyone was to appear in the distance, it would be a good 10-15 minutes before they would be upon us.

I looked over at Sam, who was slowly pulling his foreskin back and forth, eyes closed and gently moaning. He looked magnificent.

I had only been watching him a couple of minutes when I saw my own cock, fully erect, with pre-cum appearing at the tip.

Sam then looked at me and said, "The language might get a bit ripe as I get near the end, Jim, I hope you don't mind".

"Of course not. Go for it".

His moaning got louder and louder. "Oh Jim, your cock looks incredible." He said.

I found the sight of him lying there, cock in hand, incredibly erotic. Whilst watching, I reached down and slowly started pulling my foreskin back. I closed my eyes and gave a little gasp with the first stroke. Then another, then another.

After a couple of minutes, I opened my eyes to find Sam, still tugging away, looking right at me.

"Glad you decided to join me." He said.

"Oh fuck, I feel turned on." I said, and then apologised for my outburst.

"Don't apologise. I'm glad you're having fun. Nice cock, by the way."

"You too." I said. "In fact, it's beautiful."

"Is the coast clear?"

"Yes", I said, "No one for miles"

"Well in that case, why don't you walk over here?"

As I walked towards him, he got up onto his knees. As I approached, he looked me in the eyes as he wrapped his hand around my cock.

"Wow, this feels as good as it looks"

I groaned and closed my eyes as he slowly stroked my cock. When I opened them again, he looked at me and said "Does it taste as good as it looks?"

"Well, there's only one way to find out" I said and with that he took most of my 7 inches into his mouth and sucked frantically.

I could hardly believe what was happening to me. I was expecting to wake up any moment. He continued to suck me until I felt myself starting to cum.

"Sam, stop. I don't want this to end yet. Lay back on your towel."

He laid back and for the first time I took his cock in my hand and slowly stroked it. His groaning returned as I pulled his foreskin back and forth. I then leaned forward and took each nipple in my mouth, one at a time, whilst still stroking his cock.

With my left hand on his cock, my right stroking his balls and my mouth on his nipples, I was working him into a frenzy.

His moaning was getting louder and his breathing heavier when he grabbed the back of my head and brought my mouth to his. He thrust his tongue into my mouth and continued to kiss me passionately until he threw my head back and shouted "Oh fuck!"

I leaned back and continued to pump his cock while he spurted his cum EVERYWHERE! I had never seen so much.

"Oh, don't stop" he whispered, as I continued to pump his cock, returning my mouth to his nipples once more.

It seemed to take forever for his orgasm to subside. I continued to lick his nipples, tasting the cum that had covered his chest, until he pulled my head away from his chest and said "That was amazing!"

I smiled at him and he pulled my head towards him and we kissed passionately for quite some time. While we kissed, I felt his hand take hold of my, still rigid, cock once more.

He continued to kiss me while he stroked my cock.

"Stand up for me" he said.

I stood up and he knelt in front of me and took my cock in his hand, then his mouth. I was in raptures. So much so, that I nearly didn't notice what was happening 20 yards in front of me.

As Sam was sucking and stroking my cock, I could see on the edge of the woods a young guy, maybe mid-twenties, looking straight at us. Before I could panic, I noticed he had his shorts around his knees, his hands on his erect cock and his eyes closed.

He opened his eyes and was obviously horrified to find me looking back at him. I smiled at him, closed my eyes and concentrated on the great job Sam was doing with his mouth.

I was at the point of no return and called out "I'm coming!" Sam continued to suck, showing no signs of taking my cock out of his mouth. I cried out as I came and when I looked at our young peeping tom, noticed that he was coming too.

As soon as 'Tom' had cum, he pulled up his shorts and ran away.

I knelt down and took Sam's face in my hands and kissed him passionately. The taste of my cum on his mouth was strong and I loved it!

Before I dressed and left, I told Sam about our peeping Tom. He was initially concerned, but as I pointed out, he wasn't going to be telling anyone about what he'd seen, or more importantly what he'd done!

I walked back home reflecting on what an amazing summer this had been and how it wasn't over yet!