This is a short story, anecdote, or memoir in a series about coming of age in Salt Lake City during the 1960s and 1970s. This is a fiction that is part of a series about my personal memories and experiences of coming out as a gay man in the 1960s and 1970s.
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Bare Ass Beach - SLC-04
Heading west of downtown Salt Lake City on North Temple Street is the promise of greater things and hope for the future. The road becomes Interstate 80 and goes through northern Nevada and northern California ending eventually in San Francisco. But in the 1960s and 1970s the Utah Department of Transportation did everything in its power to discourage locals from trying to escape beyond what we called "The Zion Curtain" -- a reference to the stifling control the Mormon church had over most aspects of living peacefully in the state.
I-80 was paved with ancient cement full of pot holes and mismatching asphalt patches. Just driving west of the City was risking the suspension and tires of your car. But for the not so faint hearted the reward for driving fifteen miles west of town on an impossible road was the promise of Bear Ass Beach: a place on the south west shore of The Great Salt Lake where gay men could sun bathe and frolic in the nude. It was also a destination that guaranteed lots of indiscriminate sex for those so inclined.
There was no sign, no services, and sometimes there were no roads to this free-for-all promised land. You had to be taken there your first time so you could understand exactly where you turned off I-80 to a frontage road to another turn off to the correct unpaved road through the deep sands of the lake. One wrong turn and you'd end up stuck spinning your wheels. But after your first visit you were an expert on following faint trails that really weren't roads, but firm enough to support a short off-road trip to rolling sand dunes where you could throw out a large blanket and sun bathe naked all day, if you so desired. You just needed to remember to take plenty of water, ice, and sun screen.
I had the perfect vehicle for cruising Bare Ass Beach, a rusty 1959 Ford 150 pickup. It was high enough to handle the road hazards and not get stuck. I could also opt to sun bathe in the bed of the truck unobserved by the voyeurs who just liked to watch people do what we like to do when we're naked and in a big bunch. As far as sex was concerned, weekends were crowded, which created sort of a paralyzing effect on everyone who would usually have no problem enjoying an anonymous hookup for a nasty session of hot monkey sex -- or even just a quick blow job. Although, plenty of beach goers did hook up on weekends. But Saturdays and Sundays attracted the "social" set, mostly queens, both young and old, who had something to criticize about everyone's behavior because they, themselves, had very little going for them. This is a harsh observation to make. But it is also true.
The best times for clandestine hookups were Monday through Friday from 12:00 noon to sunset. Although there were fewer people to hook up with, almost everyone was there for the same reason. Sex.
I usually made it out to "the beach" on Wednesdays. And my truck was easily recognized by the many men I'd met and hooked up with. It served as sort of a homing beacon for men I knew who wanted a blow job or quick fuck. And if you were into it, my truck usually signaled that you could join in for some great group sex. Plus, I always had plenty of cold beer.
One of my first experiences at "the beach" was one that tended to be repeated frequently over the years while the beach was free and open. I'd drive out to the edge of the sand dunes, throw out a large blanket, anchor it with an ice chest, some rocks I could find and a giant beach umbrella. I'd sit in a low slung beach chair in the shade, sipping lemonade, and I'd wait. Men of all ages in cars would drive by slowly checking me out. I made sure I was naked and that my dick hung impressively between my open legs. It wouldn't take long before an agreeable looking person between 18 to 80 years-old would show up to say hello and check me out. If we clicked, the guy would park his car at an angle to my truck so as to make a bit of a privacy barrier and we'd go on from there.
I had sort of a fuck buddy named John, a good friend who was available to hang out and help me violate new flesh. We didn't fuck each other very often, but we enjoyed cruising together and helping other men realize their fantasies. One dat we arrived at the beach about 11:00 am and set up shop. We were relaxing in the shade of the umbrella when I noticed a van in the distance picking its way towards us. About fifteen minutes later a guy in his early 40s pulled up to check us out. After the usual small talk he asked us if we had any water. It was an excuse for him to get out of his van and get closer. We offered him a bottle of water. He jumped out of his van and joined us on the party blanket. He was naked. He had a trim beard, dark short hair, and was sinewy rather than muscled. He had a good build, he just was't typically gym beefy. He squatted next to John showing off his dick and balls that were about the same length, six or more inches soft. He was cut. And he had a serious dark tan from hanging out at the beach.
"You guys lovers?" he asked staring at John's crotch. John was a good looking guy with an athletic body. He was about 5'8" tall. His head was covered in soft brown curls and he sported a respectable seven uncut inches between his legs.
"Not exactly," answered John. "We're just good friends," he added.
"Friends, huh?" pried the stranger. "Friends that fuck?"
I was impressed by this guy's ability to get right to the point. He didn't seem to be interested in me, but he couldn't keep his eyes of off John's dick.
"Sometimes," answered John. "Not always. What are you into?" he asked.
"Into?" replied the guy. "I guess you could say that I'm into sucking cock. You? You into getting your cock sucked?" he asked John. I could tell this guy wasn't exactly into this older guy. I was, but that didn't matter. However, John was getting turned on by this guy's attention. He was relaxed and his dick was as flaccid a warm dick can be, but there was just the slightest rise in it. He was just a little bit turned on.
"In fact, I'm into sucking beautiful cocks like the one you have dangling in your lap. How about you? You interested?" He changed from a squatting position to kneeling on one knee and reached out to fondle John's tool.
"I'm not so sure. I'm kind of spent from earlier," lied John. His dick was giving him away as it slowly grew filling with blood.
"This seems to be giving you away, " he said reaching out with his right hand and gently pulling on it. I grinned broadly at John making sure he knew that I knew he'd been caught. John just rolled his eyes at me.
"Yeah, John," I joined in. "Cocks don't lie." And I giggled at him.
"How about letting me have a little taste," pushed the stranger whose own cock was beginning to chub up. He bent down while still holding on to John's cock and slurped it up into his mouth. John unfolded his legs and leaned back on his arms. He glared at me, but I didn't take him seriously. He could have refused the guy's advances at any time and just said, "No thank you." He didn't.
I was actually glad John was succumbing to the moves of this older guy. I thought he was sort of hot in a trailer trash sort of way. At least he didn't sound like a queen. He was masculine. He had a deep voice. And his cock was promising to display as a hefty piece of meat.
No one asked me to join, but I reached over and wiped the precum dripping from the stranger's cock. It tasted just fine. And since the guy didn't move my hand away I dove in and started sucking on his expanding meat. His response was positive. In no time he was rock hard and I found myself almost choking on an impressive eight-plus inches. And for a thin guy he was exceptionally thick and fat where it counts.
As far as thick and fat dicks were concerned, the stranger had his work cut out for him. He may have had an inch more in length than John, but John's pud was a fucking monster when he got hard. His dick protruded fat from a soft fuzzy nest of light brown pubic hair. Most people got tired fast trying to suck him off. He enjoyed it, but not many men could deep throat him and get him to dump a load with just their oral skills. As a result, John was inclined to be a top and getting his satisfaction by fucking the hell out of his dates. I liked to fuck and get fucked, but I didn't like to be left walking bowlegged afterward. Hence, John and I were good fuck buddies, just not with each other.
The guy needed to take a break from working on John's cock. It was easy to see his jaws were sore. John took the opportunity to sit up and wrestle the guy on to his stomach. I was a bit disappointed not to have his cock to enjoy, but I didn't complain. John got on the guy's back and pressed his big fat tool between the older man's butt cheeks. The older man didn't say anything. He just remained motionless.
"Do you like to get rimmed," asked John. "My friend here is expert and eating ass. Would you like that?" John didn't wait for an answer. He just signaled me to check out his ass. He slid up a bit letting me spread the guy's ass cheeks. I was worried. There was no telling what I would find once I got in close. Fortunately, he was clean. He smelled of deodorant soap. I dove in and went to work as John gave our victim a deep shoulder massage. After a decent rimming I reached for the coconut tanning oil and poured some in his crack. I slowly worked a couple of fingers into him. He didn't complain. So, I swapped my fingers for the head of my cock, gently pressing against the entrance of his back door.
It's possible the stranger was relieved to know it was me wiping the head of my dick up and down against his asshole. I made good time sliding up inside him, making certain that he was enjoying the experience. After ten or twelve deep thrust into his hot ass I slowly pulled out giving John the opportunity to penetrate him in my place. The switch off was so quick he didn't really notice what we were doing . . . until it was too late.
"Jesus fucking christ!" he cried out, "What the fuck are you guys doing to me?" There was serious alarm in his voice. Once John was firmly planted deep in the guy's ass he held himself in place keeping the him pinned down on the blanket. They stayed motionless for a minute as the stranger tried to relax as much as possible.
John knew when the guy was ready to continue. He was sensitive to that sort of thing and had a lot of experience. He reached around the older man holding tight in a body hug and gently forced him to lie on his side. I got in place to sixty-nine with the guy and had to force my cock into his mouth. Once I clamped down on his dick he began to trust us. I returned to deep throating him as best I could while on my side. He made some choking noises and I pulled a little out of his mouth. I'm really not into rough sex, even though I often find myself engaging in it.
John started slowly setting the rhythm for deep fucking the guy. Our little trio didn't last long. It only took a couple of minutes for the guy to start coating my throat with volleys of cum. His spasms were like dominoes falling one after another inspiring John to blast heavily deep inside the guy's guts. I was't ready to orgasm, so I just pulled my cock out of his mouth. I thought about maybe sticking my tongue down his throat, but decided not to push the issue. It was John this stranger was really interested in. He hadn't been that interested in me.
We stayed in a little pile, sweating like pigs in heat under the umbrella. After we had all caught our breath we pulled ourselves apart. I retrieved three cans of beer from the cooler and returned to my beach chair, tossing one to John and rolling the third can to our newly plucked fuck who was on his back still breathing heavily.
"My name's Bill and this here is my friend Captain America," I announced, quoting a famous line from one of our favorite movies. "Perhaps you've heard of us?"
After such an intimate session of hot sex the guy answered, "Glad to meet you Bill. My name's Mark." My little joke obviously went over like a lead balloon. Mark turned to John and said, "Great meeting you, Captain."
"John," he replied. `My name's John." And that's all John was interested in saying.
Mark had sort of a furtive look on his face. He wanted to say something, but maybe did't know what. Finally he confessed, "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen," addressing John. "I'm serious. I don't know if I can walk after that."
John smiled and waved his floppy cock at Mark. "Any time, I guess. Whenever you need to practice stuffing stuff up your butt I'll be happy to help you out."
Mark did't quite get John's sense of humor. But we opened up, offering him another beer, and engaging in a little chit chat. Mark told us he had two kids, both of them boys. He was divorced, and didn't get out much. This was his day off and usually his only chance to get lucky. There was something about him that I really liked. I know John was't interested in him. He wasn't John's type which is usually anything blonde, young and with a big dick. But I liked older guys. As I mentioned, Mark had a sort of a trailer trash mystique going for him. And I really liked the fact he was sinewy instead of big gym muscles. I also hadn't shot my load and I really wanted to fuck him. It was his thin pencil mustache that cinched it for me. He looked like the stereotype of a dirty old man, a child molester, a guy who worked at traveling carnivals seducing young boys with candy and the promise of playing with puppies. Sick, I know. And he really wasn't a criminal or into young kids, but that was my fantasy about him. He was also sort of a man's man -- alpha masculine -- and I really liked fucking men who acted like men.
More cars had shown up and they all had done their best to watch the little show we put on for them. Mark was interested in checking out the action. He thanked us for the beers and started to leave. I jumped up and got my wallet out of my truck, handing him my "business" card, which only had my name, phone number and home address printed on it. "Check us out again, sometime. We like to suck cock, too."
After Mark left John started in on me. "You falling in love with senior citizens these days," he chided.
"Why not? You seemed to enjoy fucking him," I said.
There was a light breeze that helped keep brine flies at bay and the temperature in the low 80s. After Mark left with his van there was a guy about 150 feet away from us who sat with his car door open. He sat with his feet outside of his car and played with himself hoping we'd pick up on it and pay him a visit. We were not moving. We were protected on almost three sides by big sand dunes and had a sort of a panoramic view of all the horned up men driving endlessly in their cars and trucks hoping to get lucky.
I looked at John and observed, "The trouble with these poor fuckers is that they just don't know how to advertise."
"You got that right," agreed John. "Speaking of advertising, I think I'll take a little walk around and see what's going on." He got up, put on his flip flops and sunglasses. "If I find a sewing circle of senior citizens do you want me to bring them back for you?" he snarked.
"Please do. But only if they all have big dicks and want to get fucked. No nelly queens, please."
Out of sheer rudeness I waved at the guy jacking off in his car. I'm usually more considerate and don't tease people. He waved back and increased the speed of his whacking off. I opened up another cold beer and settled in to watch the parade. I heard low voices not far away on the other side of my truck. I put on my sunglasses so I could stare in that direction without being caught. Depending upon the direction of the breeze the voices sounded close and then far away. I thought about fucking deep inside Mark's ass, wondering if I'd ever get the chance again. I started to snooze.
"Howdy!" said someone waking me up with a start. I looked around and was surprised by two middle age men with backpacks.
"Howdy, yourself," I answered. As my eyes focused I could see that even though the two men were middle age, maybe fifty or older, they were definitely worth checking out. They were both about 6'2", slender with nicely muscled bodies. At first I thought they were twins, but they weren't.
"Mind if we borrow some of your shade for a while," one of them asked.
"Sure. I can always make more," I countered.
Two very interesting gentlemen joined me under the long shade of the beach umbrella. Although middle age, they were in great shape. Completely tan from sunbathing nude, clean shaven, full heads of hair with lots of gray and white at their temples. If they weren't twins they were sure close. I was a bit embarrassed because I thought they to be in a lot better shape than I was in. They introduced themselves as Dave and Sam. Dave was circumcised. Sam had a nice gathering of foreskin coming to a point at the end of his dick. And they were both hung, or so it looked as though they might be. Both of their dicks fell nicely over their long ball sacks, and their balls were major low hangers.
"We've been on sort of safari checking out the wildlife. You're one of the few oasis' around here. Thanks for sharing your umbrella." said Sam, scratching his balls and making sure I noticed. I took an immediate interest in these guys.
"Have either of you got lucky this afternoon?" I asked bluntly.
"Lucky? No. It seems no one is willing to stay in one place to get to know them."
I offered them water or beer. They were happy to have cold water. They were engineers from the Thiokol, a rocket engine manufacturer for NASA up in Box Elder County at the north end of the state. These gentlemen were extremely friendly -- and polite. Rather than try and jump me they asked if I would be interested in a three-way with them. How could I say "No"?
They got comfortable on the blanket and positioned me between them. These guys were pros. They took turns sucking my dick and I tried to return the favor by taking them both in my mouth at the same time. They enjoyed sucking face and we spent a good amount of foreplay swapping spit while engaging in some gentle butt play. They took turns sticking their tongues down my throat. I worked hard to pleasure their hard dicks as best as I knew how. They seemed appreciative. Everything seemed to go in slow motion. Nothing was rushed. When Dave began to rim me with deep tongue action I maneuvered Sam in position so I could make a sloppy wet mess of his ass. This seemed to surprise them, and soon I was munching deep into Dave's butt as Sam devoured mine. Rather than jump each other and start fucking like rabbits, we formed a little daisy chain by simultaneously sucking on one another and making the most of it by massaging one another's prostates with our fingers. That almost got out of hand because it pushed all three of us to the edge of no return. But I didn't want our little love session to end. I pulled off of Sam's cock while leaving my fingers up his ass and announced, "I want you guys to take turns fucking me. Would that be OK?"
Hah! As if I had to ask.
I got on my back and spread my legs over my head. Sam held me in place while Dave kelt in front of me and pressed the head of his beautiful dick into my ass. He slipped into me so easily I wasn't quite sure if it was in. It was. He slowly fucked me with an easy rhythm pumping deep inside of me. Sam kneeled behind Dave and slipped his cock into Dave's willing hole. We fucked in that position for a long time without letting it get out of control. We broke apart and switched places with me plowing deeply into Dave's delicious hot and wet ass while Sam worked his cock as deep into me as he could. The overwhelming sensations of fucking and getting fucked at the same time never felt better.
I was lost in this heavy sexual trance when John's voice boomed, "I leave you alone for five minutes and you've already adopted a couple of strays!" He surprised all three of us, but we didn't bother to stop fucking.
Sam held himself up from my hips and without missing a stroke and stared at John's pendulous sweaty dick, "Want to join us? We've got enough holes for everyone." And from the movements of his cock inside me I could tell he was wiggling his butt. I was beyond caring and returned to concentrating on Sam's strokes pressing back and forth against my swollen prostate. But apparently the three of us fucking made quite an impression, because Sam stopped any movement as John knelt behind him and worked his ever expanding dick in Sam's ass.
"Fuck, yeah. That feels right," I heard John say. And Sam picked up where he left off drilling me deep. Who knows how long we all kept up this routine. It could have lasted all day as far as I was concerned, but a minute or so after accommodating John's long fat cock Sam began to shudder and then held himself deep in me, stiffened and dumped what felt like an impressive load. That started a chain reaction. His ass constricted convulsively as John pounded into him causing John to come. And as Sam held still inside me I easily allowed my self to completely lose control filling up Dave. The sounds of cars grinding across deep sand could be heard as we all remained in position waiting for our hardons to go down. And it took longer than usual until I was flaccid and could't keep my dick in Dave's ass.
We sort of fell away into a tangled mess panting heavily as we caught our breath. John extracted himself from the pile first, rolling over to lie on his back just within the margin of the shade. Sam rolled away from me in the opposite direction leaving me enough room to slide down next to Dave and nestle my head in his armpit. Sam lifted his head and looked around. The traffic had increased while we enjoyed our little meat pile. And the guy who had been sitting in his car jacking off was now standing against it pulling on his cock.
"Who's your friend over there," asked Sam.
"What friend? Where?" asked John a bit alarmed.
"That guy waving his dick at us," Sam answered.
John turned his head to see who Sam was talking about. "Oh, him. I dunno. Some loser who's been playing peeping Tom ever since we got here."
"How do you know he's a loser? He looks horny to me," replied Sam. And that's when Sam sat up and waved at the guy leaning against his car. The guy waved back. Sam waved again motioning for him to join us.
"Oh, god. Don't do that," complained John.
"Sam," I said, " let me introduce you to my best friend John. He's sort of picky."
"So I gathered. He seemed to pick my ass pretty good just now." Sam laughed.
"John, this is Sam and his partner Dave, they're engineers," I said teasing him.
John tried to ignore us and played o'possum as our voyeur got closer.
"Hey," waved Sam. "How you doin'? You looking to make new friends?" he shouted as the man got closer. Our "voyeur" as John would continue to call him was a lanky guy with dark red hair. He had sort of a goofy face, but he wasn't ugly. His face, shoulders and arms were covered in freckles. He was taller than six feet and the rest of him was very white, hairless, and turning red fast. He wasn't built to take much sun. He had a thick bush of red pubic hair and he was shy. I say he was shy only because he covered whatever he was packing hidden, cupped in is left hand. This was sort of odd, since his primary way of getting our attention was to jack off in our direction.
"Howdy, my name is Sam, this is Dave, that's John, and this is . . . " he stumbled a bit because I never told him my name.
"I, I . . I'm K. . .Kent," stuttered the stranger. Now that he'd got his courage up to join us he acted very timid. "You . . . y. . you guys are hot," he added.
"Hot as in too much sun?" Sam teased. Then Sam blurted out something that surprised us all. "You like to suck cock, Kent?" he asked.
Kent was just as surprised.
"I mean, do you ever suck cock or like to have your cock sucked," Sam continued. Kent's hidden talents began to expand beyond what his cupped hand could hide. "That's my boy," said Sam grinning and playing with his own junk. "Show us what you got. We're not shy around here."
"B . . but everyone can see," said Kent with a bit of alarm in his voice.
"Not everyone," said Sam. "Just the guys brave enough to stop and get a real good look. There aren't many of those today," said Sam Smiling. Sam stood up and brought Kent in closer under the giant beach umbrella, sliding his hand down Kent's arm until he could get behind his hand and grab the poor guy's cock. Sam just had this way about him that was hard to decline. "Good man," he said. "It's a shame to hide this from us."
Kent's penis was semi hard and flopped to one side of his crotch. He was cut. He was the owner of a long curved dick with a very large head. Sam put his arm around him pulling him close, pressing their bodies together. He kept his other hand busy rubbing Kent's dick against his stomach. He knew how to get a guy excited.
Kent pressed his face into Sam's neck and sighed. "That feels so good." It was sort of obvious Kent hadn't received much physical attention. He was quickly developing a crush on this fine daddy figure. Sam motioned for Dave to join them. Dave stood up and positioned himself behind Kent and they hugged him in a warm sandwich. Dave slid his hands gently over Kent's arms and the sides of his legs. And Dave moved his mouth over the back of Kent's neck.
John glared at me as if he wasn't having any of this. He got up and pulled a beer from the cooler then sat on the running board of the truck in the ever changing shade and just watched as if we were all just an anthropoloattentiongy experiment. As for me, I was rather amused at the way Dave and Sam approached Kent. He was skittish, but horny. If he shot his wad too soon he would most likely lose interest and want to get in his car and leave. Dave and Sam acted like they were breaking in a young horse. They were patient, took their time and didn't rush into letting Kent get close to a climax.
Dave held his arms around Kent as Sam slid down the front of him to his knees. He pushed his face into his trembling crotch and began to lick him. He licked up and down Kent's raging hard cock stopping to swirl his tongue around the big head, probing the slit for precum. He looked up at Kent ad said, "Come here," pulling him down to his knees. "I want you to help me suck off my buddy."
Kent simply obeyed and when Sam pressed Dave's dick against their lips he opened his mouth without hesitation, alternately kissing each other and sucking on Dave's semi hard member. Dave's cock came to full attention very quickly. He started to face fuck Kent with short brutal strokes and suddenly shot volleys of hot cum into Kent's mouth. Sam held the back of Kent's head in place and forced him to gulp down Dave's cum. He pulled him of Dave's cock and mashed his mouth against Kent's making him share what was left of the load. Kent struggled a bit but relented and the two snowballed Dave's cum between them. Then Sam pulled Kent down onto the blanket and went to town trying to deep throat as much of Kent's long dick as he could. It didn't take long for Kent to lose control as he yelled, "Oh, god. Oh, god. That feels amazing. Oh god!" Dave knelt down and snowballed Kent's load with dave. The two were extra messy letting the thick yellowish cum drip down the sides of their mouths.
Everyone stopped for a necessary rest. I played host and got what bottled water was still available in the cooler, deferring to have a beer, myself. I looked around and John had scampered off to find some more strange. When it seemed things were getting a little awkward I proposed a toast, congratulating us all on getting to know one another. That sort of settled us and we napped until the next opportunity to recruit new members to our little group or just start fucking again.
That pretty much describes a typical outing to the dry and desolate Bear Ass Beach in its heyday. Some have asked me exactly where it is. Unfortunately, Salt Lake County and the State have the area fenced off. Deep trenches have been dug with back hoes preventing any kind of vehicle being able to cross onto that hallowed ground. But if you ever have the opportunity to drive the frontage road that follows I-15 to where the current version of Salt Air sits along the lake front, just look north of that road and you'll probably be able to make out old tire tracks and muddy ruts where nudists made forays out to the beach for many decades. I've met men who drove out there in the 1930s for pretty much the same need for adventure.