The beach was nearly deserted on this early October morning. I hiked about 15 miles on the beach and occasionally walked among the dunes. As the morning became afternoon, the sun became unseasonably warm.
I sat down in warm sand and set my pack down with sweat pouring off me. I removed my now soggy tee shirt and felt the sun on my back. There was a nice tidal pool at the shoreline that was fed by small wavelets rushing to the shore. It looked like a great place for a swim. Not seeing another person around for miles I decided to peel off my sweat damp hiking shorts. It felt wonderfully exhilarating and refreshing to be nude in the open air; something I hadn't done for a long time. I slowly waded into the tidal pool to about waist deep and swam around in the cool water for quite some time.
After coming out of the water I spread my blanket from my knapsack onto the sand and laid nude in the warm sun, falling asleep after a short while.
I was awakened by the sound of someone swimming. Startled I wrapped my towel around my waist and sat up.
The swimmer was approaching the shore near me. Reaching shallow enough water, he started wading towards shore. He was an older man, about 55 to 60 years old with white and gray hair, and was smiling at me and waved to me. I nervously waved back, hoping he hadn't seen me naked.
As he waded towards shore, he appeared to be quite tall and very lean, almost skinny. He was now in waist deep water. The water receded until the next wave came in I noticed that he too was very obviously nude as his penis was quickly exposed and then submerged again in the water. It looked to be a very large and quite thick member he was sporting.
I thought back 25 years to my college roommate who was also amply endowed, but not quite this big, and the fun we had discovering our bisexuality over our 4 years together. That was my only other foray into man on man sex. But seeing this man coming out of the water caused my cock to stir.
He was tall, probably 6 ½ feet tall with a slender swimmers body.
Still smiling he approached me and greeted me with "Hi!".
"Hullo." I returned nervously.
"I'm Steve, its a beautiful day isn't it?" said the hung swimmer. Looking to the sky as he stood next to my blanket.
Glancing up, I couldn't help but notice his big cock dripping with salt water. His balls were drawn up against his body, courtesy of the cold sea water.
"Uh...It certainly is... My name is Jon." I stammered.
"Do you come here often?' he inquired.
"This is my first time. I hiked from about 15 miles to the west to stretch my legs and get a little exercise. How about you?" I answered.
"All the time! I have a house on the beach a few miles further east. This is a quite secluded stretch of beach so I always go au naturel! As I went for my swim I noticed you did too." he said with a grin looking at my towel."You needn't be so modest. You have a finely sculpted body. If I may say."
Standing up I removed my towel, freeing my semi-erect penis and blurted out, "Thanks".
"You can use this to dry off" and I proffered the towel to him which he accepted staring at me while he toweled off. His response spoke volumes as his huge cock swelled slightly.
After an awkward pause.
"So...what do you do Jon?" he inquired.
"I'm a chef. And you?"
"Cooking is so freeing, like being naked." He smiled still glancing at my body. "I do some writing." he answered.
"What kind of writing?" I asked.
"Stuff nobody buys! Books and articles; mostly science and science fiction."
"I love science fiction, what titles?"
"Stand off at Antares...for one." he replied.
With a look of astonishment and awe I blabbered out "Steve...You're Steve Cocker? I love your work!"
"Thanks but I'm just an old hack trying for something truly worthwhile."
"Now who's modest?" I retorted knowing all the many years this man has written and all the awards he has received.
"Why don't we go back to my blanket. I brought some wine and cheese and we can...talk." he said.
Intrigued, I collected my stuff as he watched me. I definitely saw his dick twitch when I gathered up my blanket and pack. When he helped me put my pack on my back I felt the massive head of his penis, as it bounced freely, brush against my bare hip. For the short duration of contact, I felt its heat and smoothness against my cool skin and it caused my cock to flutter. He smiled a sly smile at me which I nervously returned.
We walked about 300 or 400 yards to a tall dune and climbed over it into the swale. On the way, talking about a number of subjects, he was a fantastic conversationalist. We went through passages in some of the extensive back-dunes, some of which were quite high. He had been married before and went through a nasty divorce as I had. And told me that Steve Cocker was his pen name given to him by his ex-wife. "I can see where she came up with that name!" I said wryly. He smiled.
