Chapter Ten
Down to the Beach.
When they left Peter and Paul they went to the Food Hall which, as Gordon the Manager had said, was serving lunch -- not fast food but salads and pasta dishes. Word had obviously gone round the staff that they were the Mr. H's nephew and friend as all the staff served them with more respect than was due. They had a light but filling lunch and had a good look at the clientèle, and what they were wearing. It being a nice warm day many were just in swimwear, but others were in shorts and t shirts so the boys did not feel overdressed. After lunch they looked round the shops and then went back to their van.
Both Andy and Jon were feeling tired after their excitement at the hands of the two Ps, and they wanted to admire their new 'haircuts' as well as having a shower just to clean up a bit. In the shower they washed each other down, then rinsed and towelled themselves before looking in the bedroom drawers to see just what they had been given to wear. Each had a selection of beachwear tops and trunks, and they both decided to wear the briefest of thongs that was shaped like a raindrop, containing their jewels, but only just. With an open necked shirt, a baseball hat and some crème to guard against sunburn they looked and felt great. They found beach towels and bags, and set off to the beach to see what was what there.
They found it was not far before they came to a gate with a notice warning that the area they were entering was a 'Nudist Beach' and the notice had lots of small print with all sorts of regulations about behaviour, etc. Inside the fencing they could see off to the right a low roofed, brick building and a sign pointing that way marked 'Toilets, Changing, Showers and Rest Rooms', so they went to investigate. They found it to be an extremely light and clean building of some size. There was an area for Ladies and another for Gents with lockers for security of valuables. They stripped down to nothing and put their clothing in a locker, pinning the key to one of the beach bags. Venturing into the building they found the Toilets, with a urinal wall and cubicals, and through a door were the rest rooms, a dozen 12ft x 8ft rooms with a hip high bed, a chair and a table. On the table was a bowl, and Jon found to his surprise that the bowl contained condoms and small packets of lubricant. The boys were not left in any doubt what happened here.
They made their way back to the entrance and out onto the beach. The sand was as fine as Jon had ever walked across, and he was glad he was wearing trainers as it was hot. They could see people further along the sea line towards the dunes at the end and when they came closer found it was a couple of families -- mothers and fathers, two five year old boys and their three older sisters. The dads gave the lads a friendly wave as they passed by. As they went further they could see others had set up wind breaks amongst the dunes. They continued along the edge of the sea, looking up into the dunes. Most were laying down sunbathing, but there was one who was standing, facing the sea and into the light wind, his hands on his hips. Andy nudged Jon and the two veered up the beach to have a look at him. He had a light tan and short hair. He appeared to be about thirty years old, but the boys were interested in his cock, as it was about 10 inches long and as stiff as a poker. And there he was, standing with his hands on his hips, without a care in the world. He gave the boys a nod and a smile, before laying back down on his beach bed, stalk still prominently pointing skyward.
The boys found a hollow in the dunes and lay out their towels before running down into the water for a cooling splash and a swim. The cold water shrank their balls to nothing after a few minutes, and their splashing fight ended in a standing embrace and kiss. The boys had both never felt so carefree and happy. Returning to their towels they lay and kissed naked, fondling each other in the warm sun. It was only when the sun became shade that they realised someone was standing over them. They moved apart onto their backs and shaded their eyes to see who it was.
"Hallo, my name is Roland," said their visitor, who then squatted on his heels so they did not have to look into the sun. It was the hands-on-hips guy from earlier, wearing a small sun hat. They did not attempt to cover their erections, Jon just lazily scratched his balls. "Hi there. I'm Jon and this is Andy. We're staying up in a Van." "With your parents?" asked Roland with a smile. "No, on our own," answered Andy, scratching his left tit. They watched as Roland felt down between his legs and pulled his foreskin back over his glans revealing a fair sized cock head. "I'm here on my own as well," he said, and sat back on the sand, supporting himself with his hands in the sand behind him. "I've been here a week and have another week to go. How long are you here for?" he asked, all the while his cock slowly rising up from between his legs. "As long as we want really," answered Jon, "probably three weeks or so. It depends on if my Uncle needs me back at his house." Roland looked from one boy to the other noting that their hard-ons were jumping in time to their heartbeats, the exposed purple heads just beading with pre-cum. "If I were your Uncle I would want you back as soon as possible." Roland's cock was now at full erection. He turned and lay on his right side, his left hand taking hold of his stalk, his right hand supporting his head off the sand. "If you were my Uncle I would go," said Andy, who, as the nearest to him, reached over and cupped Roland's balls. Roland laughed and lay on his back. Andy crawled on hands and knees over and straddled Roland's hip, their cocks rubbing against each other. Roland reached up to his sun hat and unzipped a pocket in the side of it, producing three packets of lubricant. By this time Jon was by their side and took one of the packet. He tore the corner off and applied some to Andy's bum hole, then some more to Roland's cock, feeling just how long and thick it really was. Andy then pulled his bum cheeks apart and, with Jon guiding it in, slowly lowered himself on to the waiting cock. Roland lay there, his hands behind his head, loving every moment. Jon watched as his friends' ring was forced open, to accommodate the purple head, and then became entranced as the hard rod slowly disappeared out of view, until Andy's bottom rested on Roland's legs with only Roland's balls showing. "Good thing we limbered up before Lunch Jon," joked Andy as he began to raise and lower his body on the invader.
Jon then moved round to be kneeling over Roland's head and started to wank himself slowly with Roland watching. After a minute Roland's left hand came from behind his head to feel the underneath of Jon's balls and his hole. Then he pulled Jon to him and took Jon's cock in his mouth. Seemingly, it was just what Jon wanted as he began to mouth fuck Roland with some force. Andy pumped up and down on Roland's straining cock, and before long, Jon pumped his load into Roland's mouth which prompted Roland to cum deep in Andy's bum. Andy kept going until Roland motioned for him to stop, whereupon Andy moved, and, dripping spunk onto Roland's chest, he wanked himself until he shot several ropes of cum over Roland's face and into his open mouth, whilst kissing Jon on the lips. They then collapsed in a heap on top of Roland, all three hugging each other, passing cum from one mouth to another.
They then became aware of four men standing over them wanking furiously. They had been watching Roland and the boys from various points in the dunes and now they emptied their balls over the group as a finale. Then they made various comments like 'good show' and 'great fuck' before disappearing from whence they came.
"Bloody good thing we can go for a wash," said Andy, scooping a lump of spunk off his chest and sucking his fingers clean. "Last one in is a sissy," called Jon getting up and running for the sea. "That's not fair," lisped Andy, "You know you always win!"
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