A friend recently asked me if I had ever tried water sports. I did not have to think about it for long.
Water sports...mmmmmm...I have only ever had two experiences, but enjoyed both. Sadly never met anyone so into it as to pursue it further, which is not to say that I would not welcome some more experience.
The first time was with a uni mate, John, with whom I shared some of my wilder sexual experiences in the late 1960s and early 1970s. Since then he has lived in Geneva and Berlin working as a lawyer for a private bank, making lots of money and exploring the diversity of sexual experiences, and music, art, theatre and opera, available in Berlin. We have never managed to catch-up on one of my trips to Europe, but have a couple of times when he visited Australia to see his parents, now greatly aged.
It happened one summer when we were in our mid-20s. My parents had a beach house at a remote beach in Victoria. They seldom used the house and I often enjoyed it with the company of friends, not always sexual mates, but often. That year John had begun working for a law firm and had had a hard year. I promised him a week out of the city at the beach with total relaxation and fun on the agenda. During the week the village was even less populated than usual and as the house and garden was very private we had no worries about wearing clothes or being seen by anyone.
We talked about our sexual experiences and fantasies, which included my exhibitionist fun, some experience with spanking, some light S&M, and CBT, and my interest in more public exposure/exhibitionist fun, and water sports. I think John might still be the person who knows more about what I have done than anyone else. We had, and still have, no embarrassment when talking with each other about our sex lives. John was the first person to take me to a Gay sauna, and who encouraged my exhibitionist interests there and in public places. Daring each other to do something became a game. I well remember the first time John dared me to let a guy fuck me in the steamroom in front of everyone else there, and the time we both showered in a beach changeroom and stroked ourselves up so we could show off our erections to the other guys there. [That nearly got us into trouble, as one old man complained to us.] And, a particularly horny episode at a beach where we sucked each other off in the dunes while a bunch of older guys watched.
I think it was during that week that John introduced me to the pleasures of a butt plug. We had already explored dildos. But most exciting was our experiment with water sport.
Late each afternoon, just after the greatest heat of the day we would put our speedos and running shoes on and go for a jog down to the beach. There was no pool at the house so to cool off we had to go to the beach. Usualy we took the most direct route and were in the water within ten minutes, but sometimes we went further to a very isloated beach. If no-one was on the beach we could swim naked, which both of us preferred.
At this beach there was a car park and seldom used toilet/change block. It was of the very old-fashioned kind, walls and no roof, with a toilet cubicle, a shower spigot on the wall and a bench, and a cement trough on the floor along a 6 foot length of wall. When we had spent a day swimming at this beach, usually naked, we would shower there before going home. A few times we shared the shower and got horny enough to indulge in some sucking and fucking fun. I well remember John face down, legs on each side of the bench, offering me his bum. I accepted and fucked him as hard as I could, but worried about someone coming in. As he said, no one ever used that change block, and if they did, surely I would enjoy being caught!!
That afternoon we ran down to the distant beach, but before we reached the sand, John made a diversion into the toilet. He told me to follow him and when we were inside to sit in the urinal trough with my back against the wall and my legs spread. John stood between my legs and pulled his cock out and began to piss on my chest and stomach and them my crotch. My cock quickly hardened and I began to stroke myself. `Go on, take it out, jerk with my piss.' I needed no further encouragement and was soon stroking my cock as John pissed on me. When he had finished and I had not shot my load, we ran down to the beach, pulled our shoes and speedos off and ran into the water. Hard cocks on show. Our fucking that night was memorable!!
The next day I got my own back and made John lie down on the lawn and hosed him down while he pissed over himself. But it was a one-off experience for us at the time.
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