Confessions of a Clandestine Cruiser, part 2
by Scotnat
I was strolling along my favourite nudist beach towards the all-male end. I was already nude, as I had stripped off as soon as I got there. I like walking in the nude, especially if there's a bit of a breeze blowing. (I also like wearing the kilt when there's a breeze blowing, but that's another story!)
There were various men lying on the sand or strolling around, some of them totally alone, some in small groups. As I approached, an elderly man whom I hadn't seen before broke away from one of those groups and came towards me with a smile. As he came close he said "Hello" and without any hesitation reached out and took hold of my cock! I was a little taken aback as I had never been greeted like that before; but I liked it! When in Rome do as everyone else does is a good rule, so I reached out in my turn and grasped his cock gently. We stood there for a few minutes getting to know each other and holding each other's cocks all the time. Mine got hard quite soon, his not so much.
Eventually he led me over to the back of the beach where the dunes are and invited me to lie down beside him. I spread my towel beside his and lay down. No sooner was I there but he leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth! He tasted of whisky; I wondered if it took Dutch courage for him to behave like that, but I wasn't complaining. He explained that he liked a tot of whisky to help him relax, and offered my a dram* from his hip flask. I accepted a mouthful, although I wouldn't normally drink during the day.
He continued fondling my cock as we lay there talking. I stroked his sides, which he seemed to like, then round to his bum. He pulled me closer and on to my side so that he could feel round to mine. We rubbed our bodies together and stroked each other's bottoms for a while. Our cocks demanded more attention and we eventually masturbated each other to an excellent climax, jizz going all over both our bodies.
After we had cleaned up we talked some more. He asked if I went there regularly, and said he did too, but only started recently since his wife died. He told me that he'd never had any temptation regarding other men while she was alive. Now however he liked the company and the sex. He asked if I'd ever taken it up the bum; when I said no, he said hesitantly, "I've been fucked. I quite liked it, but I prefer what we've just done."
I found out that he lived quite near me and we noted each other's phone numbers, but in fact we never made contact and I never saw him again. He was over 80, so perhaps he went to join his beloved wife soon after that. I wonder what he told her when he got there!
*dram : Scottish term for a tot of whisky (which btw does not have an e' if it's Scotch; whiskey' is the Irish term.)
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Lying on top of the dunes one day, when hardly anyone else seemed to be around, I noticed a man approaching with two collie dogs on leads. He stopped a few feet away from me and threw a stick for the dogs several times. As I watched I noticed suddenly that his flies were unbuttoned and gaping wide open. That was obviously an invitation, so I responded by playing with my cock for a bit.
Eventually he smiled and came over to sit down beside me. The dogs lay down nearby and stayed very quiet. "Are you looking for some fun?" I asked and he said yes. His wife was shopping in the nearby town while he walked the dogs. I got the impression that his wife didn't put out very often.
I reached into the open flies of his jeans and found smooth satiny underwear -- not at all what I was expecting. "What kind of pants are they?" I asked. "It's a thong," he said. "Have you ever tried one?" I had to admit that I had not. "It's a nice feeling," he said as he played with my cock.
This was long before thongs became fashionable, even for women, so it was quite unusual. I would have loved to see (and feel!) what his bum looked like in a thong, but in fact he never undid his belt or let alone dropped his jeans, although he did undo the top button to make it easier for me to fish his cock out from inside his thong.
We lay there quite companionably stroking until eventually we both came. It was enjoyable, pleasant, but nothing special. As soon as it was over he put his cock away, buttoned up his flies, said "Thanks, I enjoyed that," stood up and walked away with his dogs. Another guy that I only ever met once.
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