I was staying in a condo, sharing it with a co-worker during the summer of 1996. He had gone golfing and I wanted to work on my tan. I had brought various bathing suits with me, including several thongs. Thongs, especially on males, were not worn on the main beach, so I put on a gray thong and pulled on a pair of shorts over them. Taking my beach towel and another, I grabbed my fanny-pack (With suntan oil and other necessities) and walked down the path from the condos to the beach. Once there, I checked both directions, then chose to head north. There were not many people towards that end of the Island.
I walked maybe an eighth of a mile and came to a spot where the water had washed away a 'canyon' of sorts, back into the dunes to near the tree line. It offered me privacy from sight up and down the beach and was high enough from the water at low tide, that anyone walking the water line would not see me. There were several large pieces of driftwood near by; I dragged them closer and formed a small wind and privacy barrier. The only way to be seen was for someone to be walking midway between the dunes and the water. Satisfied with not being easily seen and offending anyone, I prepared my beach towel to lay on and would use the other as a pillow. I put suntan oil on the exposed portions of my body then laid on my towel and stripped down to the thong. I then oiled the newly exposed body parts and lay back on the towel. Because the sun was hot, I rolled about every ten to fifteen minutes to keep from burning, adding oil every other time I rolled over.
I had only seen a few people walking the beach anywhere near me and all, except for a couple, had passed near the water. The couple that was higher on the beach swung away from me once they had spotted me. I had been lying on my back with my head toward the water.
I had been there for about an hour and was lying on my stomach.
Sweat ran into my eye and I raised my head to wipe it with the edge of the towel. I raised myself with my arms then moving my legs under and between them, sat back on the towel. I reached for the oil and began rubbing some on my legs, then chest and shoulders. It was as I was reaching around to oil my sides that I first saw him in the reflection off of my sunglasses. I did not stop oiling myself, nor did I turn to look at him.
As I lay back on the towel, I rolled to my elbow to adjust the towel being used as a pillow. It was then that I looked up at him. He sat on a plank that lay across the narrowest portion of the washout. He looked to be in his late fifties or early sixties.
"Hello," he said, "I didn't mean to startle you."
I reached for my shorts and made as if I was going to put them on.
"I was just sitting here enjoying the view. It is...was quite scenic. I saw no need in disturbing you"
I slipped into my shorts, "Hi. I just didn't hear you come up. I was going to be leaving soon anyway. I apologize if I have offended you by my attire." I stood facing him, knowing that I had not, because he would not have stopped there if he had been.
"No! No, of course you didn't! I, as I said, was enjoying the scenery. You don't have to leave if you don't want to... or don't have to. I was not offended...by a long shot. The fact is, I rather liked your attire. I don't see that very often. To tell the truth, I don't recall ever seeing a young man wearing one of those...things?" he was telling me.
"It's a thong. That's the reason that I was this far up on the beach, not to be seen. I had not seen any myself, on any of the women, and figured that it may be, shall we say, LESS acceptable attire, especially on a male."
"It is acceptable to me. I was enjoying sitting here looking at you lying there. You have a beautiful tan. To sit here and watch your body twitch to shoo off the insects... You have a really good tan! With the suit as small as it is, I'll bet your tan looks great when you take it off."
"Yeah, I guess it looks pretty good." I answered him.
"Could you let me see?' he asks.
I nodded then looking around, pulled the shorts down my thighs, revealing the thin grey thong. I slipped a thumb through the waistband, pulling it down to expose the tan line across my abdomen.
"Could I see more," he requested, "...I mean, could I see the back?"
I lowered the thong a little further as I turned my back to him..
I looked around again, then, leaning forward, pulled the shorts to mid-thighs. I again thumbed the thong down, a little further this time, exposing the tan-less strip of skin until it disappeared between my buttocks.
"Oh yes...very nice," he whispered coarsely, "Turn back around and let me see the front, O.K.?"
Turning toward him, I pulled the thong back back up in the rear. Moving my hands to the front sides of the thong, I hooked the thumbs into the band and lowered it to expose the top of my shaped and trimmed pubic hair. The whiteness of the tan-less flesh seemed to incite him to want to see more.
"Would you pull it aside and let me look at you, " he asked, indicating, with his finger, that he wanted me to pull the crotch of the thong to one side, exposing what was hidden by the strip of thin nylon.
I stepped closer to him, lessening the chance of being seen from the beach. Checking the area and the lines of sight to people down the beach, I determined that I could only be seen from mid-chest up. I hooked two fingers into the leg opening of the thong and pulled it aside, sort of teasing him
"A little further, please. Let me see you...all of you."
Straightening the front, I pulled the thong down to where my shorts were, exposing my groin, then put my hands on my hips, striking a pose for him..
"Now that is what I call, very sexy!" he exclaimed. "Would you come here and sit by me?"
I straightened the thong and, after pulling up my shorts, sat beside of him on the plank. I noticed that his Bermuda Shorts leg was pulled high and he was playing with his cock with one hand.
"Would you slide your shorts down and let me make you hard? I'd like to see how big and hard you get."
I did as asked and we talked as he played with my dick. I pulled his pants leg higher and fondled his hard cock. It was larger than mine was, in both length and thickness. He asks me to jack him off as he stroked my now erect cock. His cock began to throb as I milked his semen from it. He ejaculated a large quantity into the sand as he arched his hips forward.
He had me close to orgasm when I looked up and noticed a couple walking up the beach. I told him of the approaching couple and then we straightened our clothing. His erection had subsided, but mine was still quite evident. I had to hide it behind my arm as the young couple went by.
We chatted awhile. He told me about a friend of his, ten years younger, that he had been fucking for about five years.
"He likes it when I fuck him from behind. I fuck him for a long time and any time he and I can get together."
He said that he would like to see me in a more private place. I told him that I came to this place several days a week, around five in the afternoon.
"Maybe I'll see you again," I told him as we left.
