[This is a true story, and unlike my other stories, written months or even years after the events, was written a few hours after it happened. I accidentally left it in my drafts, hence the late publication]
It was a foggy, mild day in September. I hadn't sucked cock since a massage over 18 months ago, before lockdown. I decided to go to a beach near me which is clothing optional and which, at its far end, has a reputation. I was determined to, for the first time in my life, get it for free, with a stranger, and in the outdoors.
When you hear "beach" you probably think of a sandy shore, close to car parking and concessions for food and drink. This was not that sort of beach. It was pebbly and awkward to get to, involving walking through wooded glens and then clambering down a dirt slope after ignoring the "keep out" signs.
I'd been before, when there were over a hundred people, some naked, some dressed. Other than the lack of clothes, it was like any other English beach. People had been trying to soak up what sun there was, and had beach towels and the usual things for a day out.
This time I was there a lot earlier, in mid morning, with the sun trying to burn off the sea mist. It was also low tide, with some rocks cropping up across perhaps a thousand yards of pebbles. I seemed to be the only person there, as I stripped down to just my walking boots, my clothes and towel in my knapsack.
I walked for a few minutes and saw an elderly nude man, smoking. Neither of us were interested so I walked on. At the end of the beach there was a rather magnificent mature man sporting a big cock, apparently asleep. He looked like an interesting prospect but ignored me even though my boots were making a fair noise on the pebbles.
I scrambled up a low dirt cliff into a large area of mixed scrub, small trees and occasional dells. The cliffs here had collapsed decades before, and felt very remote. Surely here I would meet someone? I spent some time relaxing there on a beach towel but saw no one until I saw what I will call The Stranger, wearing only a cap and sunglasses, walking along the edge of the low cliff, too far to call out to. A change of tactics was called for, I decided, and I too walked a path close to the low cliff edge until there was an area, the size of a small room, between the cliff edge and the path. Here I laid down on my towel.
The Stranger came along a few minutes later. He was about the same age as me (late sixties), not too bad a body, and an uncircumcised cock that was six or seven inches long. It was gently curved and the diameter of a smallish cucumber. I said hello, he said hello back and headed off.
