I was awakened by the rough landing and was surprised I had slept through the entire flight. I was glad I had all my gear in one carryon bag and headed straight to the rental car desk after getting off the plane. I rented an average rental as I wanted to have a low profile and keep to myself this week. After checking in, I looked around the hotel. It had a nice restaurant, bar and large pool and whirlpool. The weight room was small but had small locker rooms and a sauna.
My room was a nice room, a king bed, large bathroom and shower, and a small refrigerator. It was only noon, so I thought I would change and go to the beach. I put on my speedo and looked at myself in the mirror. I have never worn it outside of my backyard for fear of being labeled gay. I thought, after going out in drag Friday night, wearing a speedo is nothing. I put on a pair of shorts, t-shirt and sandals, grabbed my beach bag and headed out. The beach parking lot was crowded and I was having second thoughts about wearing my speedo. I walked down to the beach and found it crowded. Looking south the crowd thinned as you got further from the parking lot. The beach went several miles south before you reached an inlet. I started walking south and was soon alone and the crowd of people was fading in the distance. I put my beach bag down and took off my shorts and t-shirt, putting them in my bag and continued walking, wearing only my speedo, and feeling liberated. The beach was beautiful white sand, the waves lapping at the shore on my right, crystal clear turquoise water. On my left were dunes with a thick stand of trees creating a pretty contrast.
After walking over a mile I found myself in the solitude that I was seeking. I laid my towel out and went for a swim. The water was wonderful. As I walked out of the water I noticed a man, a really muscular man, walking down the beach alone. I walked up to my towel, watching him approach me. He was about six feet tall and looked like he just stepped off the Mr. Universe competition stage. Blond hair, deep blue eyes, a really gorgeous man. Tanned and hairless except for wavy his blond hair. He was wearing a bikini, and I couldn't miss the big bulge it was straining to contain. We both arrived at my towel at the same time. He stuck out his hand and said "hi, I'm Vic. How is the water?
"I'm Rick, and the water is great."
He asked me to join him walking down the beach, and I did. We talked about working out, weight lifting and body building. I'm a muscular guy, but I felt small walking next to Vic. As we walked south I noticed he was angling us up towards the dunes, and we were soon walking next to them. We came to a path into the dunes and he said "let's go up this path."
As we walked down the path we were entering an area where we were hidden from the beach and in a very secluded spot. I asked "where are we going?"
He stopped and looked at me and said, "you want to suck my cock, don't you? I saw how you stared at me as I walked up to you and how you couldn't take your eyes off my crotch, licking your lips."
I felt my cock straining my speedo as it grew, thinking about giving this gorgeous man a blowjob. I looked at his growing cock trying to escape his bikini. I did want to suck his cock, and dropped to my knees and freed his cock. I immediately decided it was his most attractive feature. It was about seven inches, thick, with a nice upward curve. I thought it would be a great cock to ride, and was hoping I'd get a chance to have him fuck me. I grabbed it and started stroking it as I licked and sucked on his big balls. I licked the length of his cock, took the big mushroom head in my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, looking up at Vic, meeting his gaze, captivated by his amazing blue eyes. I welcomed his firm, smooth cock into my mouth, taking more and more of it until my nose was rubbing up against his chiseled, smooth abs. I worked up and down it's length, maintaining suction and using my tongue to massage the underside, appreciating his moans of pleasure as his cock would slide in and out of the depths of my throat. I paused and took his cock out of my mouth to admire it, dripping wet with my saliva, glistening in the light.
Vic moaned "oooh, don't stop, I'm getting close."
I put it back in my mouth and started sucking it with vigor, focusing on the head and first four inches, working to give him pleasure and making sure none of his cum found my throat before I had the opportunity to enjoy tasting it. I squeezed his rock solid ass cheeks with both hands, and worked his cock in and out of my mouth. His cock stiffened and he blasted my mouth with his seed, which was delicious. I sucked him dry and licked his cock clean.
I stood up, pulled my hard cock out of my speedo and offered it to him. He said "I'm not gay and don't suck cock. I like to come here and find a gay man like you to give me a blowjob, and you gave me one of the best I've ever gotten."
We started walking back to the beach and I asked him if he has ever considered fucking a gay man, as in addition to giving better blowjobs than women, we are better fucks, too.
"No, I've never considered it."
We continued to walk and talk and he let me know that nudity was accepted at this end of the beach, but no sex in the open. We got back to my towel and I asked him "Why don't you come over to my hotel room tonight and find out how great fucking a man is, I guarantee you won't be disappointed."
"I'll think about it. how about eight o'clock?"
"That would be great, I'm looking forward to it."