Black's Beach Or The Navy Has Landed
It was one of those perfect San Diego days. There are three hundred a year, but don't let it get around. Not all of the 300 are suited to sunning yourself nude on Black's Beach understand but it's September and most days in September are suited to this past time.
Most nudes you find spread along the beach are there for the sun, surf, or the scenery. Even though everyone is naked, and maybe because everyone is naked, the curiosity factor and accompanying compulsions are somewhat diminished. The urge to explore and to act upon the findings of those explorations are greatly reduced but never far off for the adventurers, who by walking further down the shore can locate men with more immediate desires and with adventurous spirits of their own.
Military men frequently find themselves walking further down the beach after hearing the rumors about what they might find once they do. Most of these are fresh out of boot camp or just back from some endless deployment that leaves them exhausted and horny beyond words. Not having time to devote to developing a relationship before their sexual desires get out of hand, they follow the directions they've been told will bring them face to face with the call of the wild.
The loving on Black's Beach is usually confined to the bluffs above and the woods behind them. Most of the military men find it hard to hide their ardor once they recognize the breeding ground for love they've heard about. Their minds rush boldly over the fantasies that have kept them going for too long. Their sense of relief can be measured in inches as they avoid the stares of men who can read their minds by looking at their erections and know why they are there.
The three boys were younger than most of your cosmopolitan nude sunbathers, lingering on the languid summer days in "paradise" rather than going to school or work. The three interlopers were late at most twenty. They came up from the Pacific Beach direction, bathing suits in hand with their glory swinging gently in the fresh sea air. They must get over their awkwardness of public nudity for it was the dress of the day and they sensed the exposure would lead them to where they wanted to go.
They giggled and laughed like adolescent boys as they bumped into each other and pointed to anything out of the ordinary. Ordinary to them was fifty guys marching in formation and saying, yes. sir. Many men on this beach would love to make them say yes, sir, while taking them somewhere that they couldn't reach on foot.
Their hair said Pendleton or North Island, recruits taking refuge from boot camp somewhere where they were denied the right to satisfy themselves for way too long. Hearing about Black's Beach and being too long without love, these three are unable to resist its allure, although the cover story they discuss is that they'll go there to see naked women. Now they pass them by with little interest shown as they look for the landmarks that someone in a bar has described to them.
They come with boys they little know and just met in a bar, sensing they'll respond in a similar way to the unknown they hope to find, except they know enough to have fantasies about what's further up that beach. They waited until they passed the first nude bodies before discarding their suits one at a time, holding them in their dominant hand and sometimes using them for cover when met by aged staring eyes. Too aged for the mission they have in mind. This is a job for sturdy young men that could be engaged in hand to hand combat.
It seldom goes as expected for the naïve sailors. The casual stroll they start out on leads to something more deliberate. It's not like they plan out each step of the way, but they know, when they step upon Black's, there is a possibility, a hope, and the accompanying desire resting just below the initial plan. Whatever they find they'll employ to get the relief that is tugging at their testicles.
They were sure that their self control and military training will keep them from stepping over the line they are sure is drawn in the sand, but it never is, except in their inexperienced minds. Never having self-control, do they really expect to suddenly find some, when faced with opportunities that can give relief to the stress and tension that has brought them here?
The playful nature of their entry into a naked world is lost first. The jokes and pointed stares give way to the awareness that they are close to something they know they need in some shape or form yet to be defined. Closer than they want to admit and so silence follows the laughter and bad jokes, but they walk on, never considering a retreat as they move deeper into this forbidden world with desire taking over their minds with fantasy becoming the order of the day..
They've come too far for libidinous boys to turn back. They've all heard about Black's Beach and they know it's mostly men for men's sake, but even one naked girl keeps them honest to their friends, even when it's the stares of men that gives rise to the idea of an early discharge. None is fooled by the other's claims that they are there for the girls. In this part of Black's Beach the girls stay away.
The tall lean boy with freckled shoulders and wheat colored hair is the first to become erect by virtue of what's in his mind's eye. His companions cast weary glances at his excitement, wanting to hide their own, but both have risen beyond any claims of flaccidity might be considered. Each of the other two is happy that he didn't throw out the first bone. They walk on, refusing to give up their quest, sensing they are very very close. It became more difficult to swallow, as the cliffs closed in on the beach. It brought them closer to their admirers but all three of them recognize that this was the place they had been told about.
The dark haired boy with the even darker eyes is the next to present his invitation to all but the faint of heart. His erection pulses in the breeze and men sit up and take notice, watching their passing, most attentive to the two erected boys. And then there were three and the biggest boy in more ways than one succumbs to the excitement that fondled his crotch. He was immediately attracting ardent admirers with watering mouths, moving in for a closer viewing of a fine wide body boy.
Even his buddies can't help but take notice of his thick ready presentation. He was outstanding in that respect. They walk on, nervous about how to get where they are going without being tackled by what seems like too many men.
"Fuck!" the darkest boy said. "That's a fucking lethal weapon, Doug," and he leaned to get a clear view as his cock spit up a drop of thrills the sight of Doug's dick gave him.
"Tell me about it. ou could do some serious damage with that package," he bragged, forgetting his own pointed comment that swung between his legs.
"I can only hope someone... some babe, wants my major love muscle," he said, stroking gently as his way of hiding some of the evidence as good men took notice, standing up to follow the trio.
Then there is awkward laughter, more jostling and pushing, as they chase each other through the sand, hoping for a reprieve, while getting none. The physical activity only serves to make them more needy and it is apparent to all the observers along the way as they move deeper into the no man's land of hungry desire. No one wants to commit himself first no mater how ready they are.
The laughter masks the awareness of the eyes that hold them tightly. Cocks throb as their bodies brush more firmly together with all pretense abandoned. The mission becomes clear. The laughter is now about their inability to mask the nature of their desire from one another. The irony being, they are all there for the same reason and all they need is to stop walking to reach their goal.
More dodging and running as they push themselves deeper into the forbidden zone to be out of the view of those only there for the sun. If only there was a subtle way to let someone know they were ready, willing, and able to engage in some form of combat that required their bayonets to be plunged deep into other men's bodies until they shook and shivered whle emptying their souls.
They are now on the far side of Black's, where the lifeguards dare not go, but where raw recruits often stray. The cliffs range high above the beach, hiding it from prying eyes. There are rocks strewn about that protect one from over exposure. The boys see it all and sense the danger and its exhilarating. This is the place they've heard about. The suits are no longer employed as barriers to the attention their aching pricks are here for.
They run through the rocks and playfully tease one another's stiff dicks with empty bathing suits, pretending to be bulls and bull fighters in a ring that has attracted strange men to come closer to watch the bulls in action before they fall victim to the picadors mouths and asses. It's the freckled boy that comes too close for comfort first, sliding in the sand and coating a buff boy in an all over tan with it. The first thing that's apparent is that buff boy isn't much older than he is, which doesn't bother him at all, compared to the many older admirers they've attracted.
Freckled boy attempts to pull his lanky limbs off the sand as his new muscled acquaintance retards his progress by grabbing his wrist with an angry strong hand, yanking him back to earth and onto his towel where he has settled peacefully a dozen yards from the water's edge.
"You've fucked up my lotion," buff boy growls into freckled boy's frightened face, only then did buff boy notice the quality of freckled boys erection, but the words had already gone. Like most deadly weapons, it's pointing straight at him in a most inviting way. Buff boy can hardly take his eyes off the needy member to look at the clean scrubbed face.
"I'm sorry," he claimed, taking every inch of his new friend in as he spoke, and giving up his attempt at gathering himself together in favor of staying close to buff boy.
"Wait while I rinse the sand off. Shake out my towel. You can put the lotion on me, when I get back."
"Yes, sir," freckled boy said, staring at the tight buns that walked away from him, and his dick did a dance he was powerless to control.
He looked to see the other two boys, deserting him to run among the rocks nearer the cliffs, where middle aged men stood around near deep shadows that could hide anything from prying eyes, and all eyes were on Doug's thick erection.
"Put it on me," buff boy ordered, taking a second look at the erect boy's dick.
"It always that stiff?"
"Yes, sir," was the reply as the long slender fingers started to rub lotion into the powerful shoulders. "Seems like it is these days. Just spent four months in boot camp. No way to work it out."
"Shake it up first, asshole and put it on even. It took me fifteen minutes to get it right. Take your time."
"Yes, sir," freckled boy said, fearful that he might be struck for his nervous confusion over where to put his hands first and yearning to put them where they'll do buff boy the most good.
He shook vigorously and started to apply the white cream to the steamy hard flesh. His heart thumped mercilessly as his chest ever so delicately brushed against the Adonis he adorned with lotion, and buff boy leaned back, just enough, and now freckled boy's hardon brushed the hot flesh of the solid boy's back. Buff boy sighed in reply to having made contact with this stranger's handsome dick and so he leans back so he can press more firmly against the hot soldier's privates.
They both came up for air, taking deep breaths. One's proximity to the other making breathing far more of a challenge than it should have been, even when hard cocks were at hand on good men.
"Do my chest," buff boy suggested in a soft conciliatory voice. "Please, do my chest, I mean. You've got good hands."
Freckled boy hated to give up his position on buff boy's back, and as he stood there came different orders.
"No! Do it from back there. You were doing good. Don't stop what you were doing. Reach around me, please," and the conciliatory tone took hold as freckle boy returned to the position he loved, letting his cock slide freely on the boy's skin. He settled in behind him, letting his entire body press tightly on his skin as he reached for his chest with both hands.
He swooned while feeling the muscles in buff boy's chest. As he rubbed the lotion into him they became pressed more firmly together. Freckled boy's face moved beside buff boys, and they rubbed together as the freckled boy held tight to the chest he no longer rubbed but still held. It was filling with a lot more air now and they both started to sweat at the same time. Their lips touched and tongues lingered together in long lasting licks and the heat was suddenly oppressive as the air was sucked from both of them.
"Lower," buff boy said, as the freckled boy let his head rest on the one strong shoulder with just one kiss having him ready for the battle.
He reached down to the flat stomach, holding on with only one hand now, as the other explored further than he had ever gone before. He felt the trimmed pubes and still reached for more as buff boy leaned back hard on him, until the slender fingers could grip the hot cock that throbbed in anticipation of the arrival of the helpful hot hand that freckled boy played close to his vest, or in this case, his back.
"Oh, fuck!" freckled boy said, and his body twitched against buff boy's back with a jerk and premature resolution to a age old problem.
He lost his head and humped his erection vigorously on the strong smooth flesh of his new best friend. He moaned and groaned and held the tight chest with one hand and buff boy's cock in the other as he fucked the boy's back, spewing out months of pent-up lust in the bargain. He was powerless to stop and so gave in to the lustful fucking he gave, coating the object of his affection with his precipitous love.
"Fuck!" Freckled boy said, unable to stop the orgasm or push his body off the heavenly host he now loved. "Fuck! I'm sorry. I couldn't... I mean I.... Fuck!" He gasped the words as he still slid himself in the goo, making a mess of the lotion he had only just applied.
"It's okay," buff boy said. "I've never had anyone do my back before. You make it worth the wait."
"I've never done one before. Not a guy," freckled boy confessed, knowing he'd thought of doing such a thing for a long time, and not ot a girl.
"I was never with anyone that got off like that before, and that's cool. I mean, you're totally cool."
"I am?"
"I'll need to rinse your cum off me and we'll do it face to face. Don't go anywhere," buff boy said, standing and turning so that his slick dick was just even with the thin lips of freckled boy's face. "You owe me one, you know. I might not cum that much but I'll do something to make it worth your while."
"Yes, sir. It wouldn't take much. I won't go anywhere," freckled boy said, breathing hot air on the dick he couldn't get his eyes off of.
Freckled boy turned to find his friends as buff boy headed for the ocean. Dark haired boy had settled on a nearby rock. He was leaning back on it with a middle aged guy kneeling in-between his legs with his navy buddies dick down his throat.
He looked for Doug, who was a few more yards up the beach with a somewhat older guy bent over a big rock. He was practicing parking his car in the other fellow's garage with three other guys strewn about, watching this anal ordeal. "Okay, you can suck it now," buff boy said, standing up close as freckled boy turned around.
All of a sudden he launched his mouth at the hard dick he was faced with, diving deep without taking time to consider the undertaking.
"God damn! I'm already circumcised. Man, you need some practice," buff boy complained, holding the sides of freckled boy's face, easing him back off the suddenly soar dick. "Damn, you got to watch your teeth. Who taught you to suck cock anyway?"
"Sorry, I just saw what he was doing. That's not what you want?"
"Well, yeah, if someone that looks like you could do that, but it takes practice to swallow one. Just do the head. You got me all hot now. It'll only take a minute. You, okay? I mean if you aren't ready to suck one... just say so, but I sure could use that sweet mouth of yours on me right now."
"Sure, I just never.... I want to do it right is all. I want you to like me," freckled boy said with sincerity behind his admiring blue eyes and worried words.
"That's not hard to do. You're refreshingly new. Lie on the towel," buff boy ordered. "I'll show you how its done. Just remember, it's never as good with anyone as it is with your teacher."
Once freckled boy settled down, buff boy lay beside him, so they were face to face with the other's business end. Buff boy swallowed the soft white dick, licking and sucking gently until the arousal started. Freckled boy tried to follow his lead but a hard dick was a bit harder to suck, but he stayed near the head and did his best, not anxious to eat anything he wasn't certain about, but willing to try.
Once buff boy started to hump his mouth, the finish wasn't far away. Even his teeth didn't dissuade his cup from running over in the end. The excitement of a fresh scrubbed boy stumbling into his life got him going in a way that he no longer found in most men he liked. This was a treat and he had just begun to cum, when freckled boy came with him, almost surprising himself when he got so excited so fast after already having cum.
After the double discharge, buff boy turned around so that he could come face to face with the new boy he had loved. Now he wanted to hold him.
"What's your name?" Freckled boy asked, while wanting more.
"I'm Ben. Who are you?"
"Pvt. Samuel P Garnett."
"Well, Samuel P, you're quite a guy."
"I am?"
"Yes, you are," Ben said, pulling Samuel's body in close to his, and they wrapped their arms around one another, causing Sam to swoon yet again.
Ben could feel Sam's heart thumping against his chest. He kissed him and let him feel his body. It was a good body he worked hard to get and he liked it when guys touched him. He particularly liked it when Samuel touched him. There was an innocence to the lad that he liked. His heart pounded right back and he once more found it hard to breath.
"Hey, Sammy, I'm going with Frank," the dark haired boy said, standing over them and looking at his friend. "I'll see you back at base tomorrow. He's got a place in town and movies and booze."
"Cool! Where's Doug?" Samuel asked.
"He's fucking some guys over there. I thought I was horny," he laughed. "See you on base."
"Okay," Samuel said, pressing his face back into Ben's chest.
"You want to go back to base tonight?" Ben asked.
"Fuck no," Samuel said. "I don't ever want to go back."
"Good! You can come home with me. I mean if you want."
"I want," Samuel said, lifting his face up to look into Ben's. Ben held his chin, kissing him and kissing him again. In another minute they were both right back where they started, wanting more and not knowing what it was about the other that had him feeling so fresh and alive.
It was a strange way to meet someone really nice and not what you expect when you go to Black's Beach looking for relief. Pvt. Samuel Garnett found more than he ever bargained for and he was never sorry he took the trip to find himself and Ben.
You just never know what's around the next corner.
They are still together today and never talk about going to Black's Beach.
The End