I loved feeling the warm sun on my chest as I laid on my back. The towel I was laying on was all I had with me at the beach the July afternoon that would change me forever. My body surfing buddy was sick that day so I was by myself and feeling good: 18, in-shape, and loving summer vacation. It doesn't get better than this. At least that's what I thought until I felt a shadow come over my closed eyes and hear someone say "Hi."
I looked up and saw a man smiling down at me. I got up on my elbows and said "hi" to a nice looking guy I took to be about 35.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked. He sat next to me before I could answer and said he was on a business/vacation trip and in town for the first time. "Judging from your great tan, you must be a native," he said.
"Yes, I am," I said. His name was Daniel. He said his sales company had just transferred him from California to Philadelphia. He said he missed the L.A. beach scene and planned to spend every working weekend at the Jersey Shore. I introduced myself (Paul) and we talked about the weather and the surf and living in a resort town. He asked about my muscle-building summer job at a paving company, how I liked high school, sports, etc.
I had no idea he was anything but a nice, friendly out-of-towner until I suddenly sensed something more. Did he just check me out...glance at my crotch? And he did say I was in great shape, that I "have a great body." I couldn't tell for sure, but it got me thinking. He was a very handsome man...trim, dark hair, including some chest hair that narrowed into a happy trail disappearing into his bathing trunks. What if he was trying to pick me up? I had thought about gay sex since the time I jerked off with a buddy in his attic. But we never got beyond that and since then my focus had been on girls...making out, trying to feel their tits and getting to their pussies.
I felt my heart leap with what I took as confirmation when Daniel asked with a faint smile, "Well Paul, what do guys do around here for fun at night?" OMG, this is really happening. Do I go with it or show I'm not interested? The way my heart was pounding I knew I had to see where this might lead. I told Daniel how my buddy and I often went swimming at motel pools around town at night, just blending in with the real guests.
"Sounds like fun" he said, inviting me to meet him at his nearby motel at 8 for "a swim."
I said "OK" but wasn't sure I would really show up.
Daniel said "great, room 201." He gave my thigh a friendly slap, stood up, winked down at me as he walked off to what he said was a business meeting.
My heart kept pounding as I thought about what I might be getting into. I rolled onto my stomach as my cock, which was kind of big for my age (7 inches and cut), began to harden and my nips felt sensitive as my imagination ran wild. Well, I thought, I could always not show.