Sunday, March 23, 2008

On my knees on Easter Sunday

Blue skies and calm weather today so I biked out to the beach. Took the track down the side of the cliff. At the bottom of the track I passed another guy heading up. Eyes locked. He went a little further up and looked back. Bingo. I followed him up. He was a younger guy in red beach shorts with curly blond hair down his neck. A truck driver type with a little beer gut. He was up for it. We headed up the cliff to the old bunker. The straight couple who were inside came out wearing big smiles as we went in.

Curly dropped his pants, pulled out a big piece of meat and gave it a shake. What's a man to do? I dropped my shorts and got onto my knees. After a few minutes of that I wanted more. I turned him round and dug my tongue into his sweaty arse. Oh yes, this boy was tasty and he loved being rimmed. He bent over further, pulled his cheeks open wider and moaned and squirmed. I stood up and slid my dick into him for a few strokes, turned him round and made him suck it. Oink! Then put my tongue down his throat.

He was close. I deep throated him, he took another hit of poppers, jacked himself fast and sprayed jizz over my face and chest. We both left with big smiles.

I headed back down the track. At the bottom I locked eyes with another stranger. He was around 30, lean and dark haired. I turned and followed him back up the track to where he was waiting. He didn't know the bunker but was happy to check it out. He had the sort of body that turns me on: lean and hairy, with a nice uncut dick and shaved, low-hanging balls. He wouldn't let me suck his dick but was happy for me to suck on his balls.

I wanted more. He wasn't sure about giving me his arse but once I had my tongue up there he bent over and pushed back. He had a hairy arse with lots of flavour that made me hard and excited. The sound of children down the track was making him nervous but the situation - doing it in daylight, in a public place, with all the concrete and rubbish and graffiti - was a big turn-on for him. You could see the head of his dick, tight and shiny and pink, ready to explode. We came together. He left a big load on the concrete.

This time I made it all the way down to the beach. I spread a towel under the cliff down the far end, settled into a book and soaked up the sunshine. There were a few others scattered along the cliff, mostly with friends, but no sign of any action.

When it came it was quite a sight. He was about my height, tattooed, wearing a beanie and a black vest but carrying his pants. He was wandering along the beach, pausing at each of the groups under the cliff, sporting a hard-on standing stiff and straight out in front of him. He went to the end of the beach, turned round and walked slowly back, still carrying his pants. I caught up with him half-way back as he sat down on some grass near the trees. I offered to help him out.

We went up under the trees and took turns sucking each other. He had the sort of penis that always excites me: uncut, hard, veiny, big shiny head and loose foreskin. I had a strong urge to get him to fuck me but for once chose caution ahead of risk. He was drunk and had lesions on his skin that I didn't recognise. He came quite fast, got back into his pants and left.

So ended my Easter devotions.


The face under the hood was invisible. He walked past and leant against the rail. In the dark he was unsure. He ran his hands over my head, my lips and cheeks and chin, then my gut. It was enough. I followed him along the track, got my hands under his shirt, pulled his hips toward me, stroked his face. Then a surprise: he took my hand, led me up the track, put his jacket on the stones, lay on it and pulled me down. I moved my mouth over his chest and belly and neck. There was a tremble each time I touched a nipple. He pushed his jeans right down and pulled me on top. He wanted my skin against his. When I took his dick in my mouth he trembled again. He moaned quietly as I took it down deep and pumped him. I moved up and straddled his thighs, moved his dickhead against my hole. He moaned again as the head went in but pulled out, said he couldn't.

The group in the distance was now closer and louder. Hoodie was on his feet pulling his jeans back up, cursing quietly. The group moved on up the other track but he was still nervy. I told him there were places up the side of the hill. The grass up there was damp under my bare feet. We tried several places. Finally he chose a spot under a pine dry grass and leaves. He pulled off jacket and shirt and pushed down jeans. I stripped.

He still trembled and moaned when I used my teeth and tongue on his nipples and flanks and pushed up as I sucked him. He was running his hands over my head and body. I put my tongue down under his balls and then went deeper. He spread his legs then lifted up his hips. I went for his hole, pushed my tongue in, licked and sniffed and nibbled around it. I moved back and forth between his arse and his dick, him squirming and moaning the whole time. I pushed a finger in, slid it in deeper. His hole was smooth and slick. l lifted his hips. He pulled his ankles back to his head as I feasted on his arse and balls and dick.

We took a pause. Up the side of the hill there was more light from the stars. He was a lot younger than I had thought. We talked and touched. He had only done this a few times before. His girlfriend was out of town for the weekend. Now I knew why he wouldn't fuck me raw. He liked holding and being held by a man. We talked about the taste and feel of it. We laughed about the craziness of it, clothes spread around us, naked under the sky. I told him his girlfriend was lucky to have him and wished him well.

He had gone soft while we talked but stiffened when I started again. I took him in my mouth, sucked him deep into my throat and pumped him. I wet a finger, pushed it in and finger-fucked him. He bucked and moaned but finally came jerking himself off.

I walked home smiling. I wasn't sure why. I hadn't got a fuck, hadn't got a load, hadn't even got myself off. But he was a sweet kid. When was the last time a pick-up at the beat wanted to hold hands and talk? How long since I had hooked up with a kid who was so horny and so unused to being touched by a man that any touch would make him shiver and moan? I'm still smiling.