Beachside Fun

It's not always easy living in the "boonies" with no other gay men living in the area. My name is David, and I manage a small ocean camp ground located on the Washington Coast. I'm getting to the point where I want to settle down, but I am the only gay man living in the area. That leaves me stuck getting my rocks off with a few horny campers that just come and go.

As I recall, it was about a week after I landed this job that I went into the water-heater/storage room while there were men showering and noticed that through some small holes where old plumbing fixtures once were, I could see male flesh. Tall men and short; light and dark; stocky, scrawny, and buff; sophisticated and rough. There were all types and I loved them all.

I became addicted! I loved sitting in there with the lights off so the men couldn't see me. I was peeping from the other side of the shower room so I could see the closest half of the dressing area too. I'd watch them come in to the dressing area and take off their clothes. They usually didn't put on much of a show because they don't know they have an audience, but the thrill is still mine as I'm in the back room trying desperately to keep myself from coming just touching my warm pulsating dick with two fingers and rubbing little circles on the top third of it, so I can stretch out and build the heat of the moment. When I do finally allow myself to come, I'm usually so hot from stroking my dick in the presents gasping uncontrollably. I worried that someone in there will notice me, but they never end up hearing a thing over the water. Well, almost never.

There was an exception. I was down on the beach. I was sitting in my favorite tree, on a branch about 15 feet above the sand. directly underneath the branch is a huge rock that I stand on to pull myself up into the tree.. It was 3:00 am and I had been smoking some good weed. I didn't have any friends there to party with so my solo parties had to be enough to make up for it. In other works, I was stoned off my ass!

After being hypnotized by the waves crashing and crashing, I hardly noticed the man climbing the rock underneath me. He must have been baked too because he didn't seem to notice me either. He turned around and sat down just short of the top of the rock. He was about 6'2" with a medium build; dark, shaggy hair and goatee. He just sat there looking at the waves looking serene, satisfied, and comfortable. "I am looking for a man like this." Kept running through my mind; I couldn't control it. I imagined myself jumping down there and sitting closely behind him, running my fingers through his hair and pulling it back as I smell it and kiss his neck, grinding my raging hard on against his back.

After I tripped out on my fantasy of this guy, I noticed that he seemed to be unbuttoning his Jeans. Then he put his hand in his pants and one up his shirt. I was freakin' out. Here I am stoned off my ass and I'm sitting above and behind a beautiful man while he is giving himself sensual pleasure. I was way too fucked up to now how to handle this situation. What if he saw me and freaked out.

He obviously had none of the worries I did. His head was rolling back and forth indicating that he appeared to be swept away by hormones rushing through his body. He slowly lied back on the rock, pulled his hard medium length dick out of his pants, and pulled his shirt up over his nipples. As the back of his head touched the rock, his fist slammed the base of his cock and the fingernails of the other hand were pinching the life out of his nipple. I could almost feel him tremble as every muscle up and down his body tightened. Then the wave of electricity passed through him and he barely openned his eyes to see me sitting about 7 feet above him, and not saying a word. He was now freaked out. He timidly put his quickly softening dick back in his pants as if he was afraid I was offended by it. I was afraid of him too, but of what? Him knowing what I was thinking about him?

The ice had to be broken. So I went with the old Washington Coast standby, "Hey maaaan, Wanna doobie?"

"Right on dude." He replied with a big smile.

I jumped down to sit next to him and handed him a joint. He sparked it up. and apologized for "the show".

I joked back,"Don't worry about it, I see it all the time."

He then got a very strange look on his face. I couldn't read it at all, but I sure wanted to.

We make small talk for about an hour when he said that he had to head back to take a shower before he hit the sack. That was just what I wanted to hear! I shook his hand and he took off.

About ten minutes later I stumbled into the storage room to catch "the show" and noticed him walk in the dressing area after I sat on my spying chair. "Did he see me walking back here?" was running through my head. Well he must have known because the whole time he undressed, he was facing my little hole. except he was turned away when he bent way over to put his clothes in his bag. I could almost see his anus from where I was. He must have known.

He left his towel there and carried his soap, shampoo, and conditioner to the shower area. Surprise, he turned on the shower that was right in front of me. I was wishing that the whole was bigger so I could suck his dick through it.

I had all of my clothes off by the time he started washing his hair. As he lathered his head, he gently rocked his hips back and forth making his fully hard dick swing to and fro.

As he washed his full chest, I touched my own. Playing with my nipples, I started to moan.

I think he heard me because right then he started pumping his dick with his soapy hands. He turned around, put a dab of conditioner on his ass and pressed it against the hole.

I could touch it, but I was hesitant thinking, "What if he gets mad at me for spying?

After I began to hear his low moan, I couldn't control myself any longer and I put my finger through the whole and touched his anus. It looked like he was actually making it reach out to my finger. As I lightly rubbed downward, I could feel him quiver. Then I slipped it in just a little. He wiggled his hips at a buzz and let out a surprising squeak. It seemed that he liked it so much his whole ass was going to squeeze through the little hole that one finger barely could fit through.

Just then, an older man walked into the dressing room. My lusty buddy grabbed his stuff and ran out of the building naked.

I unlocked the door just in case, and what do you know, he came barreling into my storage room and turned on the light with the urgency of a Mack truck.

"It's nice to see you're naked in here." He whispered.

"Do I get to fuck you now?" I replied with my fist around the base of my 8 inch cock.

Another example of how a big dick isn't always ideal when he said, "Whoa, that monster would draw blood." Instead, he pulled me up and took my seat. He then guided my hips onto his beautifully curved six inch piece of hot meat. For sure his dick wouldn't hurt me. In fact it really made me want more, and more, and more. My hips slid back and forth on his pelvis, his penis tickling my insides. At the same time, he was pinching my nipples like they were being punished. This made my body too rushed to even notice that my erupting dick was only leaking pre-come.

I started bouncing furiously on my man's dick while he was fisting mine. The first squirt of his come shot deep inside me and triggered my own climax. My whole existence was filled with semen pushing it's way in me and semen gushing out..

Just as I was finishing I noticed that the old guy was watching us through the hole and started beating off when he saw that we were through..

That was by far the best sex I have ever had. I daydream about him coming back all of the time knowing that it will probably never happen.

The old man, Jake, comes back all of the time. Why not play with him? He may not be my dreamboat, but he's giving me great blowjobs while I wait.

written by mrdavidstarr

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