When I entered the crevice, the man was standing in the back, facing the beach and stroking. He was not startled to see me, nor was he embarrassed about what he was doing. He appeared to be about ten years older than I. When I asked if I could join his stroking party, he pleasantly welcomed me. After moving further into the crevice, I stood to his left, about six feet away from him. We were like the cars at an intersection, neither in the intersection, but both facing it. There was not a lot of talking, but much activity. After a few minutes of stroking his hard penis he ejaculated, and about a minute or two later I did too. He was surprised by the six feet my cum traveled before landing in the sand. I told him it had been a week since I last came. We thanked each other and I left the crevice and walked to the cold Pacific and washed my hands in the surf. Given our heightened sexual excitement, the entire mutual masturbation session did not last more than ten minutes.
About one year later, I experienced touching of another penis and having mine stroked for the first time. It was on Key Biscayne near Miami, Florida. The beach was very secluded even though near a metropolitan area. It is the first Florida beach where I had seen nudity, very limited, a few years before. Over a period of about six years I noticed a large increase in nudity at this beach. Almost all were men and usually they sat in the clearings among the tall grasses, away from the bare sand at the shoreline.
This first touching experience was with somebody I had met previously at Haulover Beach in North Miami when it first became a nude beach. It just happened we both were visiting the secluded beach on Key Biscayne at the same time. It was common for men to visit Haulover and Key Biscayne, Haulover for people watching, and Key Biscayne for solitude. Since we knew each other, we sat together on the sand ridge, just barely among the grasses. After visiting for a while, he began touching his penis and scrotum. This made me comfortable with doing the same. We continued to visit while occasionally touching ourselves. Then he asked if I wanted to go to a more secluded area so we could finish what we had started. That sounded like a good idea to me, so we walked a short distance from our beach chairs into a clearing of taller grass.
The anticipation of what was going to happen got me more excited and made my penis very hard. After each of us stroked ourselves, he reached over and began stroking me. This was unexpected, but it felt great and added to the eroticism of the already sexually charged activity. It was wonderful having somebody turned-on by my penis and wanting to stroke it. Even though girlfriends had rubbed it in the past, I always enjoy the attention it gets from another person. While he was busy with my smoothly shaved genitals, I needed to find something to do with my hands, so I started stroking his thick, hard penis, which was framed by a blond bush. Even though I had masturbated countless times, the feel of another penis was surprising. It was a penis, but it was not the same as mine. Size, shape, and texture were different. After a few minutes of stroking each other we both climaxed, him, then me. Then we walked to the surf and cleaned-up. After packing our beach things, we made the long walk to the parking lot and each drove off.
Like much of life, the first time doing something is specifically remembered. Subsequent experiences get a little muddled. Some of them are more memorable than others. Since those beginnings, I masturbated with other men or stroked other penises about a dozen times. I cannot accurately describe the sensual feelings of holding and stroking another man's erect penis, but it is like nothing else I know.
