Nothing New under the Sun by Alex Carbine
Day One
I was quite thrilled when I heard that there was a nudist beach near where I was staying. I had booked three weeks in a small Hotel on the coast of South Devon, recommended to me by one of my customers. He had said it was picturesque and had many wonderful views if I enjoyed walking. The afternoon I arrived at the Hotel I had driven through narrow lanes with passing places and caught glimpses of the rolling countryside through gateways and the occasional gap in the tall hedges. Driving over the tops of hills I could see Church spires pointed accusingly to the heavens from clumps of houses. The Hotel itself was very 'Olde Worlde' and used to be a row of cottages, was called The Patriarch and was known locally as 'Pat's'. It was the local bar and had six rooms, which were more like apartments, each with its own front door so the occupant could come and go as he or she pleased. Talking in the bar once I had unpacked I was being told by the owner what the area offered, and that was when he told me about the nudist beach. He must have sensed my immediate interest as he looked either way up and down the bar before he told me about it in detail. He told me how to get there easily, a path nearby led you to steps which took you down the small cliffside to the enclosed natural bay. When I reached the sandy beach I could turn left and go to the mixed area, or turn right and go to the predominately male only area. All along the beach there were caves in the cliff that had been washed out by the sea over centuries. Some had been used for smuggling. I told him I would take a walk out to see for myself and then finished my drink and returned to my room.
My holiday had already taken an upturn, and I noticed when I looked at myself in the full length mirror in my room as I changed that my cock was half hard with impending excitement. I pulled my foreskin back over my purple dickhead a couple of times and felt the familiar stiffening, but decided not to wank but to change into my sunbathing gear. I selected a nice thin white nylon thong from my underwear drawer, a short pair of shorts and a tee shirt, finishing the outfit with an american baseball style cap and trainers. I let myself out my front door and followed my hosts instructions to the beach, carrying my sunshade, a folding chair, and a small chill box with a couple of bottles of water, all supplied by the Hotel.
A ten minute walk brought me to the foot of the steps. At no time had I been able to see the bay as the steps went down a gully set into the cliff. All I could see was a little bit of clear sand and the sea. Emerging from the gully I decided to turn left and look out the sights down that end of the beach. A notice proclaimed that the whole area was a Naturist Beach, that it was an area of outstanding beauty so take your rubbish home, and that the wearing of clothes was strictly voluntary. It was posted by the local District Council. I took off my thong and started to walk. It felt strange walking along the beach with nothing round my balls and cock, and I could feel the weak breeze cooling the sweat between my cheeks. Without looking down I knew that I was beginning to show my excitement. I could hardly see anyone on the beach but as I walked along I realized that the cliff base was honeycombed with caves and the sunworshippers were there, some with windbreaks stuck in the sand to give more privacy. I altered my path so as to get alittle closer to them. As I walked I looked mainly forward but my eyes behind my sunglasses were probing the caves and could see clearly the singles and couples who were lying there. I walked to the end of the beach and then back to the steps which I reached with trembling legs. Several of the couples had been openly fucking and some of the singles, both women and men, had been lazily wanking in the afternoon sun. One woman, who was lying on her back on a towel, raised her knees as I approached and proceeded to wank off with a vibrator as I passed, her knees apart and her hand pushing the pink plastic in and out of her cunt. I stopped and watched, for by this time I had realized this was an exhibitionists' beach, and she used her other hand to frig her clit as she pumped the dildo in and out. As she came she gave out a series of loud grunts, but nobody near seemed to care. I had a cock like a flagpole but by this time I did not feel at all self-conscious. When she had cum I moved on.
The male beach was more interesting to me. I often go to male-only saunas mostly for the relaxation but also because of the 'fun' that can go on if the right people or there. As I walked along the bottom of the cliff I was surprised at the number of men there. I suppose it was holiday time but it still came as a surprise that so many were not at work. Most moved their heads as I walked slowly by. I could feel their eyes first looking at me generally then looking at my cock as it flopped from side to side as I walked. I am uncircumcised, and my cock is naturally four inches when limp, gaining another four when hard. I could feel it jutting out lazily from me, the end knocking my legs as I walked, my balls hanging free with the heat. In my turn I also was looking at their cocks and mentally gauging their manhood. I have never known whether it is a blessing or a curse to have eight thick inches. I know that smaller cocks give me just as much pleasure, and there are some really big cocks that have given me pain, and I also know that what I have gets me a great deal of instant interest from others in the saunas, but nature makes us make decisions, and one of them is willy comparison. It really makes no difference in the end, but it is something every male does. It was with this thought in mind as I walked along the beach that I came to an abrupt halt. Lying on a towel, on his front, with his dick pointing towards his feet between his legs was a young guy with a golden tan. There were no white marks on his bum or anywhere. And his cock... It was a show stopper! Impulse took over and I turned, walked past him and into the mouth of a cave where I set up my towel, with the chair as a head support, and lay down. I had purposefully gone down on my hands and knees to spread out my towel, and he had had a good view of my arse, my balls and my cock as he lay on his front with his chin on his hands. I lay back against the chair, half sitting up, with a good view of him infront of me, just 10 or 12 feet away down the beach. I drew my knees up and scratched my balls. He had a clear view of me. I pulled the peak of the baseball hat down and pretended to settle, whilst watching him through my sunglasses under the peak of my hat. A minute went by and then he moved. He turned onto his side and drew his legs up, with his back turned a bit towards the sea. He could see me and I could see him. His cock was semi-stiff. Mine started to get that way. Again I scratched my balls. I could see his head move slightly as I moved my hand. He was watching me. I pulled the foreskin back on my dick and gave the head a little wank. I was beginning to stiffen quickly now. He moved his hand down to his shaft and stroked his thickening cock. Contact had been made. I dropped my knees so my cock stood up and started to wank lazily. He watched for a few seconds then rolled over onto his back, still holding his cock. I was now looking down his body from head to foot and his cock stood proud as he moved his right fist up and down its length. And what a length. It must have been 10 inches long and over 2 inches thick. I remember thinking that in metric he would be about 25cms by 5cm and smiled to myself. Either way it was a beautiful cock, and he knew it. He pumped it about a dozen times slowly and then let go and rolled back onto his side, his head back so he could see me clearly. I moved the chair out from behind me and lay flat as he had done, my cock throbbingly stiff in my hand. I also gave about a dozen wanks, my loose foreskin making my knobhead play hide and seek with the sun. My eyes were closed but I sensed a moving shadow across my face and body. As I opened my eyes a warm mouth closed over the end of my cock. He was kneeling beside me giving me his mouth to fuck. I put both my hands under my buttocks and let him do the rest. He grasped my stalk with one hand and his head bobbed up and down. I could feel his tongue curl round under the edge of my helmet and then it was seeking out the piss slit. His lips dragged sensuously up and down my shaft. My foreskin had now been pulled back completely and the 'g' string stretched and relaxed rhythmically as the circle made by his thumb and index finger massaged the base of my cock, pulling and releasing the skin up my shaft. It felt as though his mouth was alive with slippery snakes. Then I felt his other hand between my legs, making for my anus. I raised my knees a little and one of his fingers stroked round the outside of my crinkly hole. He maintained the pressure on my cock as he gently started to work the finger into me. He must have had suntan oil on his hand as I did not see him use anything but it slipped in easily. He slowly rode my cock whilst he finger fucked my arse at a faster rate, and all the while I lay on my back, eyes closed, luxuriating in the warmth of the sun and the sensuality of it all. I could feel myself approaching the edge of my orgasm. My ring started to grip on his finger as his mouth sucked at my cock, and he must have felt my closeness. My cock felt cooler as he said, "Do you want to cum?" I was carried away by the whole thing and just nodded. My cock became warm and wet again as he set to, to make me cum.
His head moved with more urgency and he took me deep into the back of his throat, swallowing as he did it to constrict the passage my cock found itself in. His finger in my arse became two fingers, and he went deeper and deeper. I could feel myself getting higher and higher on that wonderful plateau of orgasm. I gave a couple a spasm of pre-cum and then felt the river start to flow. He continued his love attack as I spurted into his mouth. His fingers massaged the innermost base of my cock and I pumped again and again, feeling myself go dry but still pumping in reaction to his mouth and fingers. My back had arched upward, my hands supporting the cheeks of my arse on my elbows as I tried to give him the maximum amount of my cock to suck. His nose was going right down into my pubic hair. A hand was pinching one of my nipples, the other hand now slowly working in and out of my arse. He slowed down and I collapsed. I just lay there fighting to get my breath back and did nothing but pant for about a minute until again my face was covered by a shadow. I opened my eyes and looked up to see him standing over me with his feet either side of my waist, wanking his big cock fast. He was silhouetted against the sun, his hand sliding up and down the length of his monster, from base to over the tip. His balls swung as he wanked, banging back and forth between his open legs, until his other hand took hold of the sack and squeezed them. He was really going at it, and I could see his speed suddenly change as he went into overdrive. His legs stiffened and his head went back. He pointed the end of his rod down at me as he wanked and his spunk splattered over my chest and face. I had this wonderful view of the end of his cock pumping clods of sticky white straight at me. I opened my mouth and a lump flew in. I could see and feel it hitting my chest, neck and again over one of my eyes. It even went up my nose. I scraped it out of my eye and licked my fingers, then licked round my lips. He had fallen to his knees with his cock in his hand over my chest and I leaned forward and licked the end of his knob clean. He also was gasping for breath and he nodded to me as he was speechless. "That was good, wasn't it?" I said. Again a nod and a gasped "Yes." I started to smear his cum over my chest with my right hand as I wanked him with my left, just to squeeze out the last drops. He pushed my hand away gasping "Too much!" and then flopped down onto his side in the sand next to me, our heads facing each other. "You on holiday?" he asked. "Yeah! Came today." "Sure did," he said and started to laugh. It was infectious and two minutes later found us with tears in our eyes, heaving for breath again. Conversation later told me he was not a local but lived about 30 minutes away by car, in one of the larger towns in the area. As we chatted he asked what I was doing for dinner. I had not considered an evening meal, and agreed to join him at a restaurant of his choice, my treat. Well, it was the least I could do.
His car was prompt at 'Pats' and by 8 o'clock we were seated in a nice Pub ordering good, wholesome fare. As we ate our conversation grew less self conscious and more intimate. His name was Derek, he was thirty two years old, divorced (due to his bi-sexuality), no children, he worked from home using his computer link to his office, and he sold specialist cleaning materials to retailers. He knew his way round a wine list and we had two good bottles of wine. Truthfully he only had a glass from each as he was driving and I enjoyed the rest, and why not, I was on holiday! After the meal we went back to his house for a coffee, a detached house in an up-market neighborhood.
As we sipped fresh coffee from a cafetiere, relaxing in plush furnished sofas in his lounge, he suddenly said, "That was good this afternoon, wasn't it?" "Yeah. Unexpected, but very good." I replied. "What made you stop next to me?" he asked. "Your tan, your age, your nice little bum." I answered. He looked at me over the top of his coffee cup. There was a short pause and then I said, "And your cock." "You don't think it is too big? My wife said it hurt her. In the end we stopped having sex, because of it." I shook my head. "That was why I started looking elsewhere for it. A guy gave me a suck in a toilet and I just seemed to go on from there." "What do you like to do?" I asked. "I like sucking and being sucked, and mutual wanking ... but." his voice trailed away as his eyes went down to his cup. "But you have never tried fucking?" I said. His face lifted and our eyes met. "Yeah" he said. "Because you think you cock is too large." I said. "Yeah" he said. "What about taking it yourself?" I asked. "I have never been able to talk about it like this before. I have always been a bit frightened. Does it hurt?" We looked at each other. "Do you want to fuck me?" I asked. "Would you be able to take me?" he asked. I smiled and said, "Now we shall just have to see, won't we?" "I know all about it." he said, "And I have all the gear." "What gear?" I asked. "Well you know, enemas, lubricants, johnnies." I gave a chuckle. "I haven't heard them called that in ages. It's all safe sex and condoms now, isn't it?" "Oh and I have other things as well," he said a little shyly. "OK, what else?" "I'll show you," he said and went into his bedroom, returning with a black carrier bag. I looked into the bag, and then spilled the contents out onto the sofa. There was a collection of different shaped and sized dildos and butt plugs. I was speechless. "We don't have to use them if you don't want, only... it's what I use on my own." he said. I took hold of his hand and clasped it. "You must come and see MY collection of these," I said. He looked as if a weight had been taken off his shoulders. "I was so worried you would walk out, or laugh or something." he said. I sorted through them then asked, "Which is your favorite?" He picked up a black butt plug that was about five inches long and was ribbed, about two inches across narrowing to an inch and three quarters at it's neck, where the ring muscle clamps it in. I picked out a pink one that was about the same, and a purple plug that was slightly larger and said, "We will start with yours, then this one, and then work up to this..then you can fuck me, no bother." He just sat there for a moment as what I said sank in, then joined me as I took all my clothes off.
Upstairs we went into the bathroom. He had a cupboard with carefully racked enemas gear. I sat on the toilet and Derek held my prick and balls to one side and between us the enemas tube was inserted up my arse. He squeezed the bag slowly and I felt my insides stretching. I held on for as long as I could, about 15 seconds, and then released into the toilet bowl. After that it was into the shower and back down to the lounge. Derek followed a close second, applying his own enema before showering. I felt quite invigorated, and smelled of his shower gel. He came down with some towels which he put on the floor, spreading a couple where we were infront of the fireplace. It was a gas imitation log fire, which he lit. It looked very realistic and added to the atmosphere. He switched out the main lights and switched on the tables lamps. Then he turn on his television.
He had a rack of video boxes beside the fire place and he selected a tape from one. "Something special" he said, "I think its fantastic." As we sat and watched it was clearly a gay video, and within minutes the main characters were sucking each other. We sat on the floor and watched, gently pulling our cocks, not to wank as such, but just for the sensual pleasure the mild stimulation gave. "This is where it starts," he said, and on the screen one of the characters was greasing up a butt plug for the other to take. It was just like Derek's favorite, black and ribbed. I got hold of his butt plug and lubed it from the sachets in the bag. On the screen one guy was lying on his back with his legs in the air whilst the other inserted the plug. Derek had got onto his hands and knees, facing the TV. I came round behind him and got down on my hands and knees as well. He was wanking his cock as he watched the video. I parted his bum cheeks and ran my tongue up and down his crack from behind his ample balls to his brown crinkly ring. "Shit," he said, "That's ace!" I continued to lick his ring and then pushed my tongue into him. His hand continued to milk his cock slowly as he knelt watching the TV. I lubed one of my fingers and inserted it into him. He pushed back onto my hand. I finger fucked him a few times then got two fingers in. On the screen the other guy was getting his plug inserted. I took hold of Derek's favorite and as the guy on the TV got his, inserted Derek's with a slow corkscrew movement. His head went back on his shoulders and he grunted a couple of times. The plug started to go in then just would not. I pulled it out and lubed it some more. Derek dropped his head and relaxed his sphincter muscle. This time it went in without a hitch, going all the way up to the 'T' bar on the end. He went back to watching the video and I gently tugged at the plug, not moving it too much, just out a little and then back against his ring firmly. Each time he stayed still as I pulled it out, but pushed against me as I pushed it back up. "You OK?" I asked. "Great" he said, "What about you?" "I'm next," I said and put the pink and purple plugs down infront of him with a lube sachet. I reached into the bag and took out a couple of condoms, which I quickly stroked down the plugs - they were not my plugs and you have to play safe! He took the pink one, squeezed the sachet into his hand and lubed the plug. "How do you like it?" he asked. I lay on my back and lifted my legs so that my knees were near my shoulders and my hands supported my calves. I was totally open to him. There infront of him was my prick and balls and my arsehole. He leaned down and licked my hole. "I've never done this before, but now I know what it feels like.." and he took another few licks. His hand went to my cock and he started to pump it, then he changed his grip and with lubricated thumb and two fingers started to wank the purple head. The middle finger from his other hand entered me at the same time. "Ah shit! That's good." I told him as he continued to wank and fuck me. Slowly my cock hardened in his fingers until he was able to hold my shaft properly, his lubed up hand sliding up and down my pole as his finger went in and out of my arsehole. Then that finger was gone. I relaxed my ring as much as I could whilst he lubed the pink plug and then I could feel it, cold, at the entrance. With little in and out movements he worked it into me. As he reached the widest part he gave it a bit of a turn and then it zipped in of its own accord. "One down, one to go," I said. He continued to wank my hardon and after half a minute he took hold of the plug's 'T' bar and pulled it out. Again I relaxed as he lubed up the bigger, purple butt plug. I felt him squeeze the contents of another sachet into my open hole, and then the tip of the purple monster was starting to enter. I reached a hand between my legs to feel it as it went into my bum, a finger either side of it on my ring. He twisted it slowly one way then the other, all the while maintaining pressure on it so that it could only go one way, in. I could feel my muscle stretching as it slowly eased me more and more open, and I heard him exclaim disbelief as I took it over the wide bit and it started to sink in to the hilt. I could feel it pushing in and Derek said in confirmation to my thoughts, "Wow! That's seven inches long. I never thought it could be taken in by anyone." "Hah!" I said, "I have one like it at home, but I don't use it often." Derek stood up and put a hand round to his bottom, making sure that his plug was still in and up firm. I stood up and bent over, pushing mine to make sure as well. "Have you ever sat down with one in?" I asked, "It really pushes it home." Derek put one of the towels on the arm of an armchair and then straddled it. Slowly he sat down on the arm, putting more and more weight slowly onto the plug stuck up his arse. I could tell by the way he moved gingerly that he was feeling every bit of it. When all his weight was on the arm, he leaned back a bit and started to wank his semi- stiff cock. He looked as though he was on another planet, he was well gone. "Whoa! Hold on a moment. Don't go too far, I want some of that." Derek stopped at my words and came back down to earth. I bent over, put a foot on the sofa and took hold of my plug. The first tug did not move it, but the second got it going. A little gut push by me and it plopped out. I sat it on its end on a side table, then got down on all fours. Derek knelt infront of me and I pulled his plug out, gently milking his cock to get it ready to fuck me. He stood up and wiped his prick with a small towel, and I rolled a condom down its thickening length. It was sort of flat along its top surface and was like the shape of a boat hull under, with the ridge of the pipe running like a keel. The foreskin had neatly been removed and his purple head was tinged with red from all the wanking and excitement. He ripped the corner off another sachet and moved round behind me, dropping to his knees. I felt the end of his dick nudging at the door to my guts, and then he was slithering in. "All the way, don't be afraid," I said, and he continued to feed his length into me. It was great. I love being fucked, and the preparation with the plugs allowed me to take his monster cock with ease. He began to shaft in and out and I could feel the rim of his knobhead scraping up and down the inside of my shute. I reached between my legs, tickled the bottom of his ballsack, then got hold of his swinging balls, pulling him right into me. His hands gripped my waist and buttocks as he gained leverage to pump me. His thrusts started to become more urgent and faster, until he was really shafting his length in and out of me. I dropped onto my elbows, arched my back and stuck my bum into the air for him and he fucked it as hard as he could. I knew he was cumming when I felt his cock swell, becoming even thicker. His strokes became slower and more deliberate, going as deep as they could, and holding in there slightly before withdrawing, then with a shout he started to gush into the rubber teat. I could feel the hotness of his cum as he twitched and shoved his rubber cased cock inside me. His hands pulled at my pelvis to dig him in deeper, and each time he was all the way in I felt the head twitch and the pipe underneath swell as another portion of cum was delivered from his balls, along his cock and into my arse. Then he was slumped over my back and I felt him slip out of me. He lay on me whilst he got his breath back, his mouth close to my ear. "That.was.fucking.fantastic." he panted, "Let me get my breath back and then I can try it for myself." He got up off me and flopped into the sofa, his cock slowly subsiding. I reached over and pulled the condom off his knob. The teat was full and there was spunk all the way along his cock and on his pubes. His massive prick had hardly left any room for his milk. Even so the rubber contained more than usual spunk. He watched me as I held it up and squeezed the teat between my fingers, feeling the slippery surface, then stared in disbelief as I put the open end in my mouth and squeezed the contents out like a tube of toothpaste. "Can't waste it," I said with a smile, and stuck my tongue out to show him the white coating he had just produced.
I stayed the night there with him, sleeping together in his king sized bed, with him curled round behind me, and an arm on my stomach. I remember feeling his regular warm breaths on the back of my neck as I drifted off to sleep. The next morning I woke to the smell of freshly frying bacon and toast. He had prepared a full breakfast for the both of us. I walked in to the kitchen/diner with nothing on but a smile. I had found a toothbrush in its new packaging, unopened, and had used it myself. Derek was only wearing a 'T' shirt and his dick arched lazily away from his body. He looked round when he heard me, "I was just going to wake you. Breakfast's ready. Do you like tea or coffee?" The fresh cafetiere of coffee on the table decided me. We spent a lazy morning together, enjoying each other's company without any sexual overtones, and then Derek had to go out, so I returned to 'Pats' and slept for part of the afternoon, looking forward to meeting Derek again in a couple of days.
Day Three
After the excesses of meeting Derek I thought I would go back down onto the beach to sunbathe. I negotiated the steps down the cliff path and turned right, passing the sign where I removed my swim trunks and then walking along the fine, dry, light-colored sand. I had not gone far when I started to pass the others who had come down earlier. There were sun umbrellas, wind breaks, multi- colored beach towels, and everyone had a chill box containing food and drink. Some were already seeking shade in the caves, or were using them as storerooms, stretching out infront of them to 'take the rays'. I had not been able to do any sunbathing previously and my body was quite light compared to these sun-worshippers. I made a mental note to buy some tanning milk next time I shopped, and at least tone my color down a little.
As I progressed down the beach I could hear the strains of a radio and rounding a small headland on the beach came to a small inlet in the cliff where a party was in progress. There were over a dozen young men with ages ranging from twentyish to over forty. A bar-b-q was already lit and a pile of empty beer cans was starting to grow in a rolled down black plastic bin-sack. They were playing volley ball, and as I stopped to watch. They were all fairly muscular, and obviously knew each other well. Their bodies were evenly tanned and there was plenty of laughter as the good humor of their comments shouted at and to each other was received and given. They were all naked and I watched their cocks wag and jump as they played to keep the ball in the air and going to and fro over the net. Suddenly one mis-vollied the ball and it cut to one side, soaring over my head. I immediately dropped my things and ran after it as it made for the sea, stopping it at the water's edge. Two of the other guys came up to me to collect it and offered me a beer if I wanted one. We went back to the group and I was introduced to them, "OK you bunch, this is Alex. Alex you can find out peoples' names as you want. We all play amateur rugby together, and this is our third year on holiday together." A can of beer was put in my hand and I was given a one arm bear hug round my shoulders by the speaker. " Oh, I couldn't intrude," I stammered but was brought up sharp by one guy who held out his hand to shake and said, "You're welcome mate." Then he looked round at his friends and said, "We're always looking for new bodies, aren't we mates?" A cheer went up from all of them as they raised their cans to toast the speaker. He pulled me to the bar- b-q and said, "What do you fancy?" There were steaks, pork chops and sausages all freshly cooked and to one side off the main heat. "Alright if I have a sausage?" I asked. "Alex wants a sausage," my new friend yelled expansively to the others. This brought about more cheering and laughter. "There's plenty of them here, you know" yelled one of them back, and they all fell about laughing. I had the strangest feeling that I was the centre of a joke that I did not know. Still, they were happy and good natured so I just grinned and joined in. The game broke up and they all started to crowd round the barby. Paper plates were produced and filled to overflowing with various cooked meats and then the lads sat round and started to eat. I was not very hungry having had a late breakfast, but joined in to be polite, having a sausage and a chop. The beers went down and more were pushed round. It became a very merry, happy, good natured party. I determined that they were all members of their local rugby team, that a couple could not come, that they had come here for three years running, that they loved the freedom of the place, and, that they were all gay! It showed in the way they reacted to each other. They were more than a team, they were an entity in themselves. They thought and reacted similarly and in response to each other. I had seen similar bonding in the SAS. What took me by surprise was they way they integrated me so quickly into their group. It was a very pleasant experience.
"So why do you come here?" I asked one as we ate. "Sun, sea and sex. It's so free here. You can do what you like and nobody gives a damn." He had summed it up in a few precise words. It was exactly what this place had begun to offer for me as well. "What about you," he asked, "why are you here?" "A friend told me I would enjoy myself here, and I needed a break. I just packed a bag, booked a room and .. Here I am." The guy nodded in understanding. "Great innit?" he said. "We all look forward to this now for months in advance." "But I always thought rugby players were rough, tough and straight." "It's something that just happened," he said. "One day after a match our Captain just announced that he was gay. We were in the big communal bath in our clubhouse. He just stood up and said it. Then one of the others stood up and said he was as well. Then another. Over half the team came out that day. The strange thing was that to the rest of us it made not the slightest difference in the world. Some of us are married but most aren't. I'm not. The big thing happened when we all came together to practice before our next match. It was a mid-week evening and we were all in the changing rooms, before going into the gym. We were all rather quiet, but nothing was said about what had happened before. Then Davy over there stood on one of the benches and said what we all felt. We had been playing as a team for almost a couple of years, and we all enjoyed the company and contact of other men. He asked us why we just did not bring it all out into the open. The Captain said that anyone who wished to leave the team could, but otherwise he wanted to follow Davy's lead. What a picture we must have made. All standing in our jockstraps, looking at each other really for the first time in a different light. Simon, the Captain, went over to Davy, who was still up on the bench, and shook his hand. Then he pulled Davy's jock down and started to wank his cock. As it grew bigger, so did the rest of us. It ended up as the first orgy we had, and we have been a gay team ever since. Course, there are some outsiders who say things, but we never bite back. Most people don't care. And we are big enough, strong enough and good enough to defend ourselves against the odd macho team who want to queer bash. It's like, you know, an open secret. Truthfully I think that many of the players on other teams envy the fact that we have come out. We have just had the guts to do what they wish they could. We could have a second team, you know, judging by all the interest we receive for membership!" Unconsciously I had started to stiffen as he told me about his team. Jimmy, the guy I was talking to, looked down into my lap and smiled. "We could make you an honorary member," he said. I laughed at his pun and felt my 'member' get stiffer. Jimmy wiped his hands and then leaned over and gave my cock a wank. I lay back and let it stick up to the sky. Under his manipulation it grew thick and hard. What a beach this was! Jimmy lowered himself so he lay alongside me, leaning on one elbow, and asked if there was anything I did not like doing. I turned to him and looked straight into his eyes. "There's nothing under the sun that's new, and I love it all." We stared at each other for a second or two and then he gave a little nod and climbed to his feet. I lay on my side and watched him go over to a small knot of the team gathered at the barby. He must have been saying something about me as a couple shot glances in my direction. Whatever he said, the others nodded to it. He came back over to me. " You're welcome to stay if you want, and we would like you to join in the team sports.. if you know what I mean," he said. "I'm a fast learner," I replied, got to my feet, and followed him over to the others.
The bar-b-q continued to cook and supply food. The beer appeared to be never ending and cold. I asked if I could make a donation to the beer and food fund, but the offer was turned down. "The beer is down to 'Fats' over there," I was told. "He complained last year about our drink arrangements, so this year it's all down to him. Apparently he has done a deal with a local wholesaler. Anyway there's plenty of it, and lots more to come. Every morning we have come down here and the cave at the back has been replenished. I don't know how they're doing it but we think they must bring it in by boat, 'cos we don't believe they are carrying it down the cliff path. Same with the food. The chill boxes are filled ready for us each morning." I saw Fats later on and he insisted that I made no cash donation.
As the afternoon wore on the team played more volley ball and later some beach cricket. Some snoozed, their bellies full of food and beer. Others cavorted like ten year olds, built sand castles, or joined in the beach games. It was idyllic. I had not had a day like it since I was a kid, taken to the seaside by my mum and dad. Then the shadows started to get longer as the sun got lower. Four hurricane lamps were lit in the caves behind the beach, and a fire was kindled of dry driftwood, carefully stacked at the back of the cave. As the tide wiped away the traces of the sand castles and the wicket, we all gathered into the big cave, around the fire. It was surprisingly warm in there, and it became obvious that there were some distinct relationships among the group. Some had paired or were sitting in threes, and I joined Jimmy, Simon and Davy who were chatting together. Simon and Davy were lying on the sand facing the fire, Davy in front with Simon lying behind him. I sat next to Jimmy. We were making conversation when Simon moved his arm over Davy and said something in his ear and started to gently pull at his cock. Davy half turned his head and they kissed. It was very tender, a soft, heartwarming moment between two people who were at ease with each other. I could see Davy's prick stiffening as he responded to Simon. Jimmy was partially turned towards me and I could see he was getting a lazy hard-on. My eyes went to Jimmy's, and we just looked at each other. I felt good, at ease. I smiled and opened my knees. His eyes went to my crotch. I was getting hard. Again our eyes met. Davy moved onto his back and I could see Simon's stiff prick as he continued to slowly wank his friend, who by this time had a really good boner. Jimmy stood up. His prick jutted out from his body at just above 90 degrees. He scratched his ball sack and then stood infront of me. His stiff cock was at eye height. I could clearly see the purple head surrounded by his uncut foreskin, which was partially rolled back. A clear bead of pre-cum was evident at the piss slit. I opened my mouth. He took a step forward. His cock slid into my face as I grasped it at the base, guiding it. He put his hands behind his buttocks and simply stood there, head back alittle, back arched some, whilst I sucked him slowly, using the head of his cock as a lollypop, then deep-throating as much as I could take, all the while wanking the base of his eight inches, and massaging his large balls. I was aware of others also getting it on with their mates, but only in the background. By the light of one of the hurricane lamps and the fire, my world became Simon and Davy and Jimmy's cock, sliding in and out of my mouth. Every now and then I could feel him pulse, and would then taste the saltiness of his pre-cum, which had started to dribble almost continuously. One of the other players came over and stood watching, sliding his hand up and down his length. I continued to blow Jimmy. He continued to watch, until he knelt next to me and buried his head in my crotch. I came up onto my knees, continuing to suck at Jimmy's prick, and the newcomer, I later found out this was 'Fats', slid in between my legs and took me into his mouth. He reached up and ran his fingers along the crack of Jimmy's arse. Jimmy had his legs apart to get to the right height for me. His hands pulled the cheeks of his arse apart and Fats middle finger started to massage the brown ring hidden between them. I could feel Jimmy starting to tense up, so I slowed down my ministrations, taking him out of my mouth and just wanking the base of his prick. Jimmy bent forward a little and Fats finger went in up to his first knuckle. Fats continued to suck me off, not missing a beat. As Fats finger fucked him, Jimmy's breathing became noisier. I reached down and felt Fats cock which was between my knees. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and looked at Fats cock. I now knew why they called him Fats. He had seven inches, but it must have been two and a half inched across, oval, cut and very hard. I moved to one side and Fats moved onto his knees. Jimmy bent over so that Fats could lick behind his balls and across his ring. I got down and started to wank Fats thick cock, licking it and taking the head into my mouth. It was enormous. There was no way I could do anything with it but wank and suck it. Jimmy sank down onto all fours, with Fats behind him. Fats worked his finger into Jimmy and started to fuck him again with it. I moved round and watched as his finger buried itself completely into Jimmy's bumhole. Fats asked me to get some lubricant and told me where it was. I went to the back of the cave by the chill boxes and found a carton containing sachets of lubricant and individual packets of condoms. I grabbed a handful of each and returned. With the aid of the lube, Fats was able to insert two fingers easily. Jimmy was past talking, well high on his own plateau of pleasure, pushing back against Fats fingers as he thrust into him. Time seemed to stand still and then Fats said to me, "OK, he's ready, in you go." At first I did not understand, then Fats nodded at Jimmy arse and said, "Use a condom." As Fats continued to finger fuck Jimmy, I rolled a condom down my stalk and then moved round behind Jimmy. Fats took his fingers out and gave me a few strokes, making sure the condom was rolled right down into my pubes. Jimmy was now in a position where his bum was high in the air and his face was right down on the ground, his hand either side of him as thought he were about to do a press-up. I shuffled up on my knees to his cheeks, and he widened his knees so that I could enter him easier. My lubricated knobhead slipped in easily and I slowly eased my shaft up his innards, working myself back and forwards as my shaft went in deeper and deeper. Jimmy was grunting, one of his hands went to his cock and he started to wank himself, his face now resting on the other arm on the sand. I realized that I was completely in him. He had taken all of my eight inches just like that! I eased myself carefully out until I was almost all out and then slowly back in again, all the way up. Jimmy was wanking himself quite fast. Fats was kneeling beside us and he encircled my cock with his thumb and index finger, feeling my cock as I shafted Jimmy. Jimmy told me to speed up. I started to fuck him seriously, moving at a speed which really got me going. I could feel the rim of my rubber coated cockhead as it scraped up and down his shit shute. Fats applied more lubricant and I was able to slip in and out easier and faster. Jimmy was wanking up a storm under me. I could feel his hard shaft moving as I fucked him, then his ring started to pinch round my cock and his shaft jerked in pulses. He was cumming and it triggered me off. A few more thrusts and I started to pump my juices into the rubber teat. Jimmy moaned as he felt the heat of my spunk in his gut. I felt as though I wasn't going to stop cumming, as I thrust time and again into his bum, each time my cock pulsing more spunk into him. Then the sensation became almost a hurt. My well had run dry and I slipped slowly out of him. Jimmy fell over onto his side, panting and wheezing. Fats took hold of my cock and milked the condom off me. He held it up to the hurricane light and I could see that I had come more than usual. I think he was impressed. Jimmy's face came out of his shadow and beamed at me. "Christ that was good. You can cum again!" "Not tonight," I said. Jimmy's hand went between his legs and he felt his enflamed arsehole, then scratched his ballsack. Fats had disappeared off somewhere. I looked at Davy and Simon. Simon was still lying behind Davy, but was into the final strokes. As Jimmy and I watched he gave several grunts as he came into his friend, his feet digging into the sand to give him that extra bit in as he pumped his load. Then he hugged his mate Davy, kissing behind his ear. When Davy moved I saw that Simon had not been using a condom. Fats was back and Davy got onto his hands and knees. Fats lay on his back and Davy knelt over him in the 69 position. As Fats licked out Davy's arsehole as it leaked Simon's spunk, Davy went down on Fats monster, his head bobbing up and down like a piston. Fats clasped Davy's buttocks and his face was buried in between Davy's cheeks as he licked and swallowed, then his head went back and he cried out as he came into Davy's mouth. Davy's head moved to one side and he wanked Fats. Fats cock spat wad after wad of white cum onto his stomach, Davy's face and hair. He just kept on shooting his load again and again, then he fell back onto his back, absolutely drained. Simon knelt beside his friend and the two of them embraced, then Simon licked Fats cum off Davy's face and hair. Davy cock still had more than a bit of stiffness in it. I got down on all fours and pulled my cheeks apart. Jimmy gave Davy a condom and a sachet of lube. In no time at all I was feeling the coldness of the lube on the end of Davy's well filled condom. I relaxed my ring and Davy pushed firmly but gently so that his purple head slipped inside. He stopped then for a moment, and again I concentrated on relaxing as I felt him slide the rest of him into me. I love the feeling of someone fucking my arse. I can feel everything. The ridge of the glans, the pipe underneath, distended veins, everything, as a cock slips in and out. Davy was not one to hand around and quickly got into a fast rhythm. I was aware of others around us, watching, and when I looked up I saw a ring of the others all standing there wanking as I was fucked. A couple moved closed to me and I put my head up so as to look down their cocks as they shot their spunk at me and my face. Then another came into view and pumped his load over me. I could feel others coming over my back and sides. Then I felt Davy's cock thickening inside me as a preamble to his orgasm. His stroke slowed slightly then became a deep insistent thrusting. I felt his cockhead and shaft pulse as he reached the top end of his stroke, as deep inside me as he could get, and then he was pulling out, to thrust back in again and shoot. The tip of his cock felt hotter than the rest as it moved. Then he was lying over my back, panting, and I knew that this fuck was at an end. As he got his breath back I pushed slightly and felt his subsiding cock slip out of my hole. His hand went to my bum and he gently rubbed my hole and the back of my balls. "Thanks mate, that was really great." Simon bent down and the two of them kissed again. Jimmy suggested a beer and I climbed creakily to my feet to follow him. I was covered on globs of spunk, but what the hell! You could hardly be self conscious after half a rugby team has cum over you, now could you? I got a beer down me and then we all went for a dip. Eventually our songs had to quieten as the group made their way up the cliff path. They went to the car park and I wearily made my way to my rooms in Pats. A hot shower for my aching muscles and some warm spray played over my sore ring and I was ready for my bed. The last thing I remember was the feeling of the crisp sheets as I cocooned myself in the bedclothes and then it was the morning of the next day.
I will recount more of my holiday as I have time to record it.
Alex Carbine.