The Beach House by fluffykiwi
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I would’ve slept longer were it not for the nagging prods in my bladder. Natures unpleasant wake-up call, so familiar to men of my age, gate-crashing my dreams…..yet again.
Exhausted, fully naked, I’d passed out on the couch, minutes after arriving at the family beach house. A humble dwelling alive with fond memories, directly opposite Medlands Beach, at the heart of Great Barrier Island.
Now desperate for a piss, I sprung upright, instantly, stumbling towards the front door with an eagerness to get relief.
Like most guys on the island, I was accustomed to pissing outside. Great Barrier resources have always been scarce. Any unnecessary toilet flushing was considered a waste of tank water.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
My exhalation translates to pure satisfaction.
From the slit of my urethral orifice I begin peeing in mid-air with all the unleashed power of a fireman’s hose. My hips twist… side to side.
The smell of green grass rises with steam reminding me of hot summer days.
Shortly after nightfall the generators stop and the last lights flicker and fade out completely.
Overhead, the stars rule the night. The Milky Way shines bright, much brighter here thanks to minimal light pollution on the island. These stars provide the only source of light. All else is pitch black. For this reason, Gt.Barrier Island is said to have superior views of the moon and our solar system.
Out here warm air on my skin awakens all that is masculine in me. Each hair on my body stands alert in response to nature’s stimulation. My walk becomes a swagger which has got my penis swinging back and forth like a drowsy offbeat metronome. Every part of me is invisible but I’m acutely aware of how my body feels. Every cell feels electric, raging outward setting my extremities alight with sexuality.
I walk carefree, lured by the passionate roar of a wild ocean beach. I cant see a thing, so thank god I’ve memorised the route. I walk a straight line, 82 footsteps from the road. When my bare feet meet the cold sand dunes, I know I’m only 62 footsteps from the shoreline at low tide.
My erection stands tall and proud against the furry frame of my underbelly. It makes a useful antenna with heightened sensitivity. I feel connected to nature and the changing elements. A blast of cool air shocks my cock as I reach the sea.
I sit facing the water, presenting my masculinity in full glory. My legs spread to catch each incoming wave, slapping my cock & balls affectionately. I lie back on my elbows, urging the ocean to wet more of me, as it trickles through my bush. Between my butt cheeks it feels like a lovers tongue teasing, seducing, awakening my hole. I lift up my pelvis as my lower body opens like a flower which aches to be pollinated.
Soon the wind changes, the ocean song becomes a mere whisper. A low guttural growl comes into my earshot. It sounds like some beast howling at the moon. I’m not worried…..but I am curious. Now back on my feet, I walk towards the primitive growl.
It soon becomes clear that these sounds are actually human male voices. I can hear at least two guys moaning on the rocks above me. This primal howl is not one of pain but sexual pleasure. They sounds quite uninhibited, so engrossed they fail to notice my presence. The excitement of hearing these guys going for it sends a shot of blood to my cock. It’s now so hard it aches. Its feels heavy as I start walking, so I hold it with one hand. I admire the thickness of the shaft, crowned with a magnificent mushroom head.
The outline of 3 naked men appears faintly on the rocks next to me. It’s still pitch black but the light from the Milky Way catches their skin. Their faces remain hidden. I edge forward towards the 3 strangers. Unusually fearless, I am protected by the night. Darkness takes away any feelings of self consciousness.
I splash both feet against the wet sand, to signal my approach.
I feel my way around as my hands make contact with the first mans body. They find the thighs of a mature man, dense with thick fur, well toned and open to being found.
His welcome is slight, but not without warmth. Leaning forward to greet me in a whispering baritone.
“Hello stranger.”
“Hey man. Sounds like you and your mates are enjoying yourselves.”
I refer to the sloppy sound that I’m quick to identify as a cock being sucked. “Shhhhhh” he says….listen.” The other two sound ravenous. I can hear from the distorted moans that someone’s mouth is full of cock. It’s a hell of a turn on for both me and the guy in front of me. He grabs my hand, guiding it to his rock hard cock. The anonymity removes any doubt. I just go with the flow squeezing his shaft which is solid and lined with prominent veins.
“We prefer not to talk too much out here, mate. It’s important we remain anonymous. Other than that……there’s no rules…..feel free to explore and enjoy being explored.”
“Thank you. I’ll happily accept that invitation.”
Its like I’ve been transported into a man-on-man porno where all my cock fantasies are playing on repeat.
I can’t keep my hands off this mans muscular body, exploring him slowly.
Im in awe of his huge cock, slightly curved upwards as he becomes fully erect. I am dying to taste him. My fingertips trace the veins along his 9 inch cock, while I saturate his hairy balls with my tongue. His crotch smells smoky like toasted bread. Rather than try to make him cum I indulge in worshipping his cock.
I have a sniff underneath his stretchy foreskin, peeled back so my tongue can taste the tender skin around his helmet. I feast on his manhood, licking it like a delicacy. He’s loving the attention and has started writhing with pleasure. Spreading his legs wider to let me enjoy all of him. He smells intense and masculine.
Gripping the base of his cock I begin going down on him, using my lips to slide his foreskin back and forth over a prominent cockhead. I enjoy how he tastes, sucking all the way down, till I’m almost gagging on it. I suck him like an icrecream melting in my hot hands. The entire surface of his dick is wet from my tongue, and I start to hunger for his juice to fill my mouth.
I lift up his legs letting his arse cheeks part. He spreads wide for me, releasing the most seductive man-musk. His scent is intoxicating and fuels my primal urges. The wet hair of his arse crack is well seasoned from the salt water.
At the mercy of my mouth, I taste the first sweet pearls of his delicious Precum. I paint my lips with his nectar, sucking harder, hungry for every drop of his essence.
“Awww yeah… keep sucking me boy. I can tell you’re enjoying it.”
“Mmmm…I’m loving your cock mate, keep feeding me that Precum.”
I grab at his fluffy butt cheeks….Pulling them towards my face and deeper down my throat.
I tell him to fuck my mouth like it’s a wet Pussy.
He pounds away at it, passionately moaning with each thrust from his hips.
I’m shocked at my confidence, There’s no way I’d be this brave in daylight. Im not shy being naked around others, but it usually takes me a while to warm up with strangers. I suck his cock like a total whore, hungry for a taste of hot cum. My jaw literally aches but that doesn’t stop me blowing him.