Holiday Beach Stud
A story for adults aged over 18 only.
The holiday in Portugal's Algarve was proving to be everything I had hoped for - unbroken sunshine, turquoise blue seas, beautiful shorelines and deeply, deeply relaxing. On this day I had decided to go for a cliff top walk to a nearby resort some 5km away, taking in the breathtaking views of the coast. I walked for about three quarters of an hour along the craggy clifftop, sometimes a casual stroll, at other times a difficult scramble over rocks with precious little between me and the beach below. I guessed I was about half way to my destination and, since midday was approaching I sat down beneath some trees about 20 yards away from the cliff to have some lunch. It was hot, around 30 degrees I estimated. I was wearing a light t-shirt, blue nylon football shorts and a pair of trainers. My whole body was bathed in a light sweat and it felt good to find a little of the fast receding shade in which to rest. I had a drink and began eating some of the food I had brought with me.
My attention was caught by a young man who had paused on the clifftop and was looking down to the beach below. I had passed a few people on my walk that morning but, for the most part, it was very quiet. The stranger wore only a pair of shiny light blue shorts and canvass shoes. His broad, tanned shoulders glistened in the relentless sunshine and some of his jet black hair protruded from beneath his white cap. He took a couple of nervous steps forward and, as he slowly descended I realised there must have been something which vaguely passed for a pathway to the beach below. Just before he disappeared he turned to navigate the winding pathway and I caught a glimpse of his nicely defined, tanned and smooth chest. I didn't see his face because his head was down concentrating on his tricky descent, but just this glimpse of his naked torso caused my cock to twitch in my shorts. The heat had made me real horny on this holiday but right now I was a little too tired to think seriously about developing this stirring into a full blown erection and pleasuring myself in the sun. My thoughts returned to my lunch and the stirring of my hot, slightly sweaty cock subsided.
After a few minutes I got back to my feet and returned to the clifftop trail. As I approached the edge I spotted the narrow path which a succession of feet had carved into the sandstone cliff. It was about 100 feet down to the beach and it looked to be a difficult walk. The beach below was a small cove perhaps about 150 feet across with beautiful golden sand which sloped gently into the sea. The cliffs lining the cove on three sides and the depth of the sea at each of the two front edges was such that the beach could only be reached by sea or from the pathway before me. Seclusion and tranquility was almost guaranteed. The guy who had navigated the cliffside descent had already reached the bottom and was laying out a towel on which to lie. I felt quite envious that he had this isolated beauty spot all to himself but decided to move on. I wanted to get to my destination and find a nice beach bar where I could enjoy a cool beer.
The next part of the walk was every bit as enjoyable as the first part. Each turn in the pathway brought with it a new view of this spectacular coastline - small sandy beaches littered with huge rocks, many of which had holes or arches carved out of them by the sea, circular `wells' leading from the cliff top straight down to the beach below, again carved out by the sea and, in the distance, my destination resort getting nearer all the time. As I approached yet another small cove I paused as I had so often done that day to take in what lay beneath me. I was stunned by what I saw. Lying on the beach below lay a naked guy taking in the sun and, apparently, quite unconscious of my presence. He had a gorgeous body. Even from this distance I knew that the black hair adorning his broad, tanned chest was curly and wiry, indeed it was indistinguishable from that on his stomach which blended seemlessly with the thick mound of hair over his cock. And what a cock - flaccid and lying on his muscular right thigh it looked to be about five inches long and fairly thick. From my position though I couldn't tell if he was cut or not or see anything of his balls. This guy certainly looked cute - short black hair with a nice tanned face, partly obscured by his dark sunglasses. He was certainly a guy who was taking care of himself but who had not overdeveloped his physique. I was mesmerised by his chest, powerful bronzed thighs and long cock and I just couldn't keep my eyes off his prick. My own cock was now sliding up the top of my inner thigh and my nylon shorts were tenting before me prominently. I felt vaguely embarrassed in case someone came along and saw me but the desire to pleasure myself to this spectacle was overwhelming. My hand reached for my now semi erect cock and stroked it gently through the nylon material. As I did so the stud on the beach below me sat up suddenly. "Shit" I thought to myself, "he's spotted me"! I dropped to my haunches, trying vainly to be more obscure but there was nowhere to hide unless I retreated from the cliff top completely. However I was immediately relieved to see that the sole purpose for his sudden movement was to reach for the sun lotion which lay beside his ankle.
After briefly brushing the sand from his chest and back the stranger then began to apply the lotion to his hairy torso. I could see how his skin glistened as the creamy liquid spread and how the hair on his chest became matted. I imagined applying it over his chest with my own hands and my cock twitched to full erection as a result. The whole length of my shaft was tingling with anticipation and I knew that I was so turned on by this guy and the heat beating down upon me that a couple of minutes pumping my six inches of pulsating cockmeat would see me shoot my load. I took off my shirt and continued stroking my prick through the silky nylon material, enjoying the feel of my length and thickness through the gossamer thin material. A squeeze of my shaft just below the rolled back foreskin at the base of my bell end saw a stream of thick clear precum ooze from my slit, easily permeating the flimsy inner lining that was struggling to contain my boning prick and the outer material. A dark wet patch glistened on the already shiny nylon material as I resumed feathering my thick hard cock through my shorts. My other hand reached between my thighs and stroked my hairy balls. They felt full and heavy but taught through the material which was straining in this crouched position. I teased the area between my balls and ass before stroking my hot nylon clad hole. My heart beat quickened as my middle finger played over my ass. My shorts felt so good up tight against my hole and I grasped at the material around my upper thigh to pull them tighter still. The seam of my shorts now pressed hard up against my crack and the softness of my ass hole in particular. My fingers were now redundant - the feel of this silky material taught across the whole length of my crack and along my balls was all I needed. I had to get to grips with my cock now - I was so hot and horny that only my naked cock could satisfy me. I dropped to my knees and eased my shorts down beneath my balls, exposing my bulging shaft and wet, glistening mushroom head to the Portugese sunshine. My shorts remained tight beneath my lightly sweating balls but the pressure was off my ass so I probed the opening with my middle finger as my right hand began pumping my boning rod in earnest.
In all this I had lost track a little of what was going on beneath me. I looked down to the beach again. My stud was now kneeling on his beach towel, applying lotion to his broad shoulders and back. The stroking of my cock matched the swirling strokes of his hand as it spread the liquid across his tanned skin. He reached for the bottle once again, squeezed some into the palm of his hand and rubbed his hands together. With that one hand reached behind to his firm round ass cheeks and the other down to his flaccid hairy cock. My hand slowed as I watched this guy rubbing his creamed up hand over his long thick prick. I wanted to enjoy the sight as long as I could and I knew if I carried on beating my meat at the rate I was I would explode all too soon. Within moments it was obvious this guy was getting a lot of pleasure from what he was doing as his cock began to swell and stand out before him. Suddenly his hand stopped simply rubbing his cock and balls to apply the cream in his hand and gripped his semi erect shaft to begin a slow wanking action. The swelling between his legs accelerated in response and within seconds he was pleasuring what appeared to be at least an 8 inch prick, standing thick and proud above his hairy belly.
The stranger on the beach dropped to his ass and then dropped his back to the towel so that he was laying with his knees raised. He continued with a slow wanking action but as his other hand reached down to his balls his stroking became quite frantic. Either this guy was nervous about jacking off in a public place or he was just plain horny and in need of a `quickie'. Whichever it was it was evident from the bucking of his hips that he was already close to shooting his load. My hand picked up the pace. I was hot and as horny as fuck. Suddenly I didn't want this to last but to cum as close to my wanking partner on the beach below as possible. I squeezed the thick hard flesh between my fingers and lubed up the purple helmet and freely rolling foreskin in the process. The middle finger of my other hand continued to stroke my hot damp hole through the nylon of my shorts whilst my thumb pressed the silky material gathered behind my balls against my taught sac. I looked down at the guy below, concentrating on the hand that was pumping his thick prick. I imagined how it would taste in my mouth and licked my dry lips in anticipation. His mound looked so thick and black and as I thought of him face fucking me I could almost feel the soft but wiry hair playing across my face. Suddenly he arched his back, holding his hips off the towel as he continued to wank off his glorious prick. A long jet of hot white cream shot from his cockhead and landed on his chest. As it did I heard him grunt and almost instantly a second load of his cock cream shot from the cock arched above him and landed on his stomach. He kept on wanking hard and I could see the rest of his white jizz running down his tanned hand. As he released his wet, creamy cock his fingers ran up his stomach and the palm of his hand spread the small pool of slippery cum across his belly. His fingers continued up his chest and slowly rubbed the long streak of ball juice splattered up his pecs into each of his nipple. The sight of this finally tipped me over the edge. I leaned backwards, enjoying the straining of the muscles in my thighs and the familiar tightness in my balls. I pulled my foreskin down as hard and fast as I could. My foreskin felt sore but at the same time this slight pain increased the pleasure I was giving myself. I felt the first of my ejaculate well up inside me and I arched my back still further so that my shoulders now rested on the sand cliff top. My thighs ached but this too seemed to add to the feeling. I held my breath as a streak of cream shot from slit and landed just below my neck. I closed my eyes tight shut, sensing the tiny beads of sweat around my eyelids. Unseen, another wad of my man cream landed across my stomach followed by another just above my mound. I kept stroking my slippery shaft as the rest of my creamy load ran down the thick veined shaft and over my fingers. My eyes were bathed in sweat as the sun beat down upon me and the exertion of this hot wanking session reached its conclusion.
I opened my eyes and looked with satisfaction at the thick streaks and pearls of cum clinging firmly to my hairy torso and my creamy cockhead. My wanking partner below was standing knee deep in the sea washing his cum soaked body and I longed to join him, to bathe him in the cool sea water and caress his cock back to its pulsing, engorged glory. I wiped my body clean of my cock cream with my shirt and pulled up my shorts. The wetness of my thick, semi hard cock against the silky lining felt good and for a moment I was tempted to find some seclusion to enjoy another wank. However I decided to move on but resolved to return to this bay tomorrow.
Part two to follow.
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