A non fiction story about a trip to the nude beach early summer of 2024 and where it's gone from there... so far. Please comment if you enjoyed the read. All participants were willing and are well above 18.
It was probably May when warm days started to be the norm here. I thought it was time to visit my favorite nude beach again as I generally try to make it over at least a half dozen times a year. My motto is always hope for a great time but don't get down if its a dud of a trip. Thankfully the dud trips aren't common.
I arrived early and picked a private spot a hundred yards or so north of the party crowd. I enjoy hearing the waves crashing on shore as I wait for a cock to walk on by or in rare circumstances, a couple. I had been laying there for probably an hour when a nice looking man walked much closer to me and said hi. He was built much like myself, similar height and weight with hair a little longer than mine and a neatly trimmed mustache. He didn't have a lot of body hair and what he had down below was well trimmed.
We decided to take a walk and get accustomed to each other. The chat quickly turned for the positive and our likes and dislikes were brought up. He was also fairly new to the bi-sex scene. We both had some experience in it and we both knew we liked what we had done and were wanting more. If we were similar physically, we were twins in our likes and dislikes. We were both married and lived forty minutes from each other. Neither of us enjoyed hugs or kisses but we enjoyed oral and we had each loved our previous, but limited anal experiences. This was beginning to really sound like an amazing friendship.
Since neither of us were clothed it wasn't long before we were stroking our cocks wondering how hard each of us got. He was wearing a black cock ring so his cock never went completely flaccid and the ring helped me see how nice his balls were. With he and I being shaved everything was in plain view and we liked what we each saw. Without ever touching the other we got ourselves off during the walk. Our cut cocks were nearly identical with his balls being larger. Maybe that was why his cumshot into the Atlantic was larger than mine.
It was decided that we really should keep in touch and see just how far we each wanted to go with all this and I think we both knew at that time how far 'into' each other we would soon be. Before leaving we swapped emails and for the next month or two we'd communicate with each other while we jacked off. It was him that made the first move and I really liked his idea.