This is a true recollection, from my earliest sexual jaunts with men. I think we all remember, to great detail, those first formative experiences. After the pleasurable first time with John, my freshman wrestler buddy, I started to seek out other experiences with men. For those of you newly reading my true stories, I grew up in So Fla and went to big local college. These days I'm a 6 ft 175 lb muscular, masculine, handsome 59 year old athletic professional living in NYC. In my teens/twenties I weighed about 135 lb on a six foot frame, wiry/skinny runner/tennis player/swimmer. I remember I used to wear tight Calvin Klein jeans, size 28 waist. This was the 80's, when cowboy boots, snakeskin belts, and a silk shirt would complete the outfit, ready to go to discos and dance to Donna Summer, ELO, Gloria Gaynor. the Weather Girls, Bowie, ... seems like a million years ago. During runs I'd wear these small nylon shorts with built-in underwear. I'd use those at the beach as well. I'd heard that there was a nude beach in Key Biscayne, a short drive from the university, and decided to screw up my courage and go check it out. The Bear Cut was the name. I don't know why guys who write stories for Nifty need to keep their locations secret- especially if it's in a big city. What's to hide?
I decided to go one Saturday. I was pretty intimidated about going naked in front of a bunch of strangers but I was up for whatever might happen. Getting to the beach required parking the car in a wooded area, then walking through trees for a couple of hundred yards before arriving at the white-sand area, which was divided by stone jettys. I noted a lot of men walking around in the trees, and got a few stares and one man groped his crotch as I passed by, but I'll save that cruising stuff for later stories. It was a beautiful, classic South Florida day- bright sun, fluffy white clouds, a bit of a breeze but warm 85-90 degree weather. Once I hit the sand, my eyes just about popped out of my head: there were lots of men, all shapes and ages, all darkly tanned, laying naked on towels, chatting in groups, floating in the calm waves, a few of them embracing and kissing. My dick went hard immediately, and I was embarrassed to see a wet spot forming in the front of my light-blue nylon running shorts. I couldn't help myself- it was the first time I ever saw overt gay activity out in the open, men unashamedly displaying their tanned, muscular bodies with dicks waving in the breeze. I decided to walk a bit, get a good look around before settling into a spot. I finally found a small area surrounded by big stones, and being away from the big crowd I decided to drop my towel and stretch out. I kept my shorts on, lay on my stomach, and then tried to look as inconspicuous as possible. My dick finally calmed down a bit and I ran down to the water and dove in. The water was smooth and warm, almost oily in consistency, getting cooler around my legs and feet. Looking down was like staring into pale blue-green glass, and I could see my toes and small fish swarming around. No one was paying me much attention, so I felt safe pulling my shorts off, and looping them around my left wrist. The silky water flowed around my dick and balls, tickling my pubes and the hair in my butt crack. I couldn't believe how good it felt- floating in this beautiful water, watching a pelican flying along at a distance, skimming the waves. I let go and floated face down, arms spread wide, opening my eyes to the salty stinging but immaculately clean ocean water. Then, I turned and floated on my back. It was fuckin' heavenly. After 15 minutes of this, I became aware of someone close by. I looked over, and there was this really handsome man about 10 feet away. He was latin, in his late 20's, with thick glossy hair falling in soft curls around his ears and neck, deep dark tanned face with thick eyebrows which almost met in a middle unibrow, a straight narrow nose, and full red lips. He resembled Antonio Sabato, who was a fashion model in the 90's but with Greg Louganis' body. What I could see of his thick, corded neck and mounded shoulder muscles suggested a very fit athlete well acquainted with the gym. Startled by the sudden appearance of this gorgeous dude, I got surprised by a stray wave which hit my face, driving into my nose and mouth. I stood up, coughing a little. He gave a little laugh and said "hey, nice day for a swim, try not to drown!" I chuckled back, feeling a bit awkward and shy. I had no idea how to talk to a guy, as I'd only dated women up until then. He came floating closer. We started talking about the water, the weather, the various boats that were anchored off shore, just light conversation. He introduced himself as Freddie. I began to move towards a shallower sand bar area as we talked, and I saw him glancing down towards my crotch, "trying to get a good look at my junk," I figured. Each time a wave came by, he seemed to be floating closer and closer, until we were practically touching. My inexperience showed as I hesitated to understand his unspoken attraction to me. He stood up, giving me a good view of his body: yes, he was muscular with big, meaty pecs, 6 pack abs, almost completely smooth except for a small thin tangle of coarse hair snaking from his navel down into his white speedo which was partly transparent and hinted at the presence of a long cock laying at a downward angle over a nice set of round balls. Then, he said, "I think skinny dipping is a great idea," and he slipped off his bathing suit, and pulled it over his head letting it settle around his neck like a small white scarf. As we continued talking and he kept getting closer and closer to me, until another stray wave hit us both and he reached out and grabbed my arm. His hand was big, a bit rough, and strong. I flushed at the sudden contact but was warmed and glad he'd done so. I reached over and touched his shoulder. Before I knew it, we were hugging each other, and I was running my hands over his round deltoids, triceps and smooth meaty pecs. Because we were in a shallow area, about 3 feet of water, we were both crouching down, and one of my knees was between his thighs as I felt his knee nuzzling against my balls and achingly hard cock.
I couldn't believe how outrageous this was- that a man like Freddie was paying attention to me at a time when I was still trying to figure out how to escape my nerdy high school persona. Though people complimented me on my looks all the time, I felt like a skinny ugly duckling, yet here was this masculine latin stud paying all this attention to me, aggressively but calmly seducing me. I was ready to play along, the rush of hormones and blood to my head added to my heart pounding like a machine in my chest and my breath coming fast and deep.
I got closer to him, I wanted to taste his skin and run my lips over his shoulder and neck. He reached down, grabbing my cock in his big paw and giving a gentle squeeze. I did the same to him- shocked that he was so large, a good inch longer than me at 8 inches of uncircumsized, tanned meat with a big round head bulging through his foreskin and thick smooth shaft. He had a small patch of dark pubes and his balls were shaved- a new idea I had never thought of, which I filed away in my mind for later contemplation. I just couldn't get enough of the view. He stood up and I followed him to slightly deeper water, coming about to the level of our waists. We were about the same height. He pulled me in and his lips grazed mine, almost tickling, and he ran the slippery tip of his tongue along my mouth. I couldn't catch my breath. I grabbed his cock, stroking light and fast the way I do to myself. Freddie moaned deep and then floated backwards, winding his thick muscular hairless thighs around my waist. This brought his cock about half a foot from my face. I grabbed it, pulled it vertical and let it flop/splash back against his lower belly. Freddie just kept floating on his back, eyes closed. I studied his amazing torso with my fingers and hands, the velvety hairless tanned skin peculiar to latin men, his perfect chest with large darker nipples tightened into wrinkled nubs by the physical arousal, his muscular arms and the small patches of thick dark hair in his armpits.
As I kept stroking his cock, Freddie started to wriggle his hips and use his muscular thighs to grasp me tighter by the waist. My cock was like a piece of steel, pointing up and he started to push himself against it, wedging it between his hard glutes. I could see all of his most intimate anatomy: the hard tanned cock, the large hairless scrotum tightening over his big balls, and the slightly hairy taint below. With the fingers of my left hand, I began to probe between his asscheeks, wanting to feel his little bud, imagining it to be the most vulnerable and private part of his big muscular manly body. as my index and middle fingers touched him there, he let out a big breath of air and moaned almost like he was warming up to sing opera. I found that very endearing and unexpected. As I continued to probe back there and stroke his cock, Freddie reached behind him and took my erection in his powerful hand, stroking and pointing it towards his anus. I got the hint and started to hump against him. I felt my dickhead squeezed, which made me give a stronger push, and suddenly I was aware it was half buried in him, enveloped by a hot tightness that made me gasp. I let go of his cock and grabbed him by the hips with both hands, hard, pulling him onto me. A couple more pushes and my 7 inch sword was thrust in to the hilt, his smooth tight balls bouncing against my pubic bush, his legs and thighs locked around me while the dreamy expression on his face changed to a wide eyed, open mouthed silent scream of pleasure. The waves were small and gentle, and their motion caused me to rock rhythmically into him, my legs spread in a wide stance to keep us as stable as possible. As far as Freddie was concerned, he was literally floating in mind and body, looking into my eyes intently and urging me on with little moans, his hands reaching above his head. He was really into letting go and me being in control. I kept up the gentle, insistent humping for about 15 minutes when suddenly I started to feel the itchy, tickly electricity and tightening pulsations in my cock and balls that indicated impending orgasm. With that, I grabbed him even harder and started to drive into him really fast, pistoning against him with an urgency I could not control. Freddie sensed the change, reaching down to grab his cock with his right hand, stroking that foreskin up and down over his dark plum glans in a fast blur, the splashing water and our quiet moans the only sound I was aware of. I saw/ felt/ heard as he started to orgasm, his torso contracting and his abs thrown into sharp relief as a stream of thick white ejaculate sprayed onto his upper abs , floating in the salty water to stick in globs onto the black hairs of his treasure trail and pubes. That was it: I spasmed into him, pumping my load into his hot tight chute in an orgasm that left me lost in time and space, everything seemed to go dark except for Freddie's face and eyes, his teeth glowing white against his tanned skin. I have no idea how much time passed, it could have been a minute or an hour. I pulled him up to me, my cock slipping out, and we grabbed each other very hard in an open mouthed, tongue sucking kiss. We seemed to be feeding on each others' mouths. We stayed that way and, as consciousness slowly returned, we separated from each other and with big smiles we turned toward the shore, 50 yards away. There, to no one's surprise, a group of 7-10 guys were looking at us, and as we walk/swam back they erupted with clapping and good-natured laughter.
We stepped onto the sand and the crowd dispersed. I was so embarrassed, but Freddie actually had a kind of proud, knowing expression on his face. I was beat- I basically dropped onto my sun-baked towel face down, and after making a little indentation in the sand to accommodate my cock, I fell into a brief sleep. Freddie stayed by me, and when we started to talk about what happened, he mentioned that he had spotted me right away, knew what he wanted, and had oiled his ass with "Bain de Soleil " suntan cream....No wonder my cock slid in so easily! Eventually the time came to pack up and leave, and we exchanged numbers. I met him a few times after that, and he introduced me to rimming- I'll never forget the first time he turned me over and stuck his tongue in my ass I felt a flush of heat sweep over my body that left me breathless.
I want to add that this happened around 1979, when I was about 18, and it was pre-AIDS awareness. He was one of the last men I ever had unprotected sex with. I've tried searching for him on facebook and google, but haven't found a trace. I wish I could tell him the story of how my life turned out and how my memory of him hasn't faded in the least.
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