In The Dunes

In my early twenties I lived in a beach town in the Northeast. We had a lot of bonfires on the beach. The best ones were right before and right after the big summer crowds moved through. Summers were fun but when it was just the locals there was always a very chill , laid back vibe that I loved.

I was dating girls at the time, but becoming more and more aware of my interest in dudes. That night I was talking and flirting with a girl I had just met there. We were drinking beer, dancing and laughing and I thought it was going well until this absolute stud came over and started hanging with us.

He was older than us, I don’t know by how much. He was the guy that everyone was sneaking glances at - tall and built, clearly an athlete -with broad shoulders, well defined pecs and incredible biceps. His chest was hairy, which set him apart from most of the dudes there that were smooth or shaved. It wasn’t wild, but it was thick across his chest, and lightened to a distracting dark trail that ran down into his board shorts. He had hairy arms and legs, and the sexiest dark tufts peeking out from his armpits.

My first feelings were territorial - I thought he came over to talk to the girl I was trying to hook up with. Judging by the way she looked at him, he would’ve been successful. He sat next to us and effortlessly joined our conversation. It was impossible to stay on the defensive. He was a really sweet guy, open and engaging with a big smile. Before long any jealousy was forgotten and we were all talking and laughing like we had been friends for years. We enjoyed the warm night and cold beer.

We had been hanging for a while when inevitably , nature called. The girl had wondered off for a while but we had just kept on talking and joking. It was established practice that the guys walked off a distance up into some tall dunes to take a leak, so I told him that’s where I was going. He said he had to go to. That gave me a little thrill - it turned my on a little although I wasn’t sure I really knew it at the moment. We staggered off through the sand.

He was in front of me, and I had gotten a little mesmerized with some wisps of hair that crept up over the back waistband of his bathing suit. He was leading me further back into the dunes than I usually went. He stopped and I stopped right next to him, shoulder to shoulder. We were both pulling our swim suits down with our shoulders touching when our eyes looked up at each other. Without any conscious thought whatsoever , my eyes flicked down and I saw his big , beautiful cock coming out thick sexy nest of hair. My eyes flicked back up and he was smiling, then he looked down at me. I’m not hairy, but I have a pretty nice package myself.

When I looked back down at him, his hand was moving up and down, and twisting around the head of his cock. I could see the skin of his cock pulling , and stretching. When I saw a small clear bubble of precum my breath caught and I realized that I was now jerking myself at the same time. He reached a hand up, and ran it softly up my stomach , it was warm. He pressed my chest, his thumb turning delicate circles around my nipple. I reached my other hand up and felt his soft chest hair, I ran my fingers through it. There wasn’t much room between us but he steeped a little closer anyway. My eyes kept moving to his pits, they were driving me crazy. He leaned in and whispered “smell them” . My cock twitched hard in my hand. I leaned in closer , brought my face to his chest. He lifted the had that was on my chest and put it behind his head and I breathed him in. I could feel his chest hairs on my face as his full manly smell filled me. He let go of himself, and gently took the back of my head and drew me in closer. I wasn’t thinking. I was inhaling, consuming , being enveloped. I was inches away from nutting and precum was flowing around furiously besting hand.

He let go of my neck but I kept my face there, I couldn’t move away if I tried. I slipped my tongue out , desperate to taste his manliness and he inhaled sharply. Suddenly he pushed my hand off my own cock and grabbed both of our together. The warmth and the friction as he stroked us together, while I breathed in his essence was too much. I started to cum. My cock was on top of his and when I looked down I was coming on his cock and shooting onto his belly. Me legs were shaking. He let me slip out , and then he was jerking furiously, my cum lining up his cock, We were both staring down watching between us when he started to cum. I aimed him at me wanting to feel his warmth on my belly and on my own cock. Might sound weird but after a few minutes catching our breath, we started laughing and joking again. No awkwardness whatsoever.

That fall was one of awakening for me, and we had a lot of adventures together. He taught me an awful lot about what things turn me on.