Finally, I saw a note and pen appear under the wall. "Too busy in here, and I'm dying to be sucked, if your the guy who left the message. Will you meet me in the back parking lot, at my truck ? We would have nothing but privacy, I promise", he had written.
Although I was sure I knew which truck, I wrote back to him, "I'd love to get all over that cock of yours, and yes, I'll meet you at your truck. What does it look like ? "
I was right on target, for he quickly responded with, " it's a green semi bob-tail in the rear parking lot. Give me a couple of minutes head start, I'll meet you there". I told him I would.
Once he was gone, I hiked up my pants, washed my hands at the sink, and headed out the door myself. As I came out the back door to the parking lot, I could see him sitting up in the cab, behind the wheel but turned towards the passenger's door. I went to the truck, jumped up on the high running board, and as I was at window level he had the window coming down. He had his pants to his knees, and his fist was working his cock, little bits of pre-cum were glistening on the huge head of his cock.
"I need this baby sucked, and sucked bad, will you take it on", he asked, with a smile on his lips.
"If you'll open this damn door I'll show you what a sucking good job I can do for you", I responded.
I heard the click of the lock release and I swung myself up into the cab. We saw no one out in the parking lot, but he said, "no one can see us from ground level, but if you'll feel safer back in the sleeper, I can pull the curtains, and these pants off as well".
I didn't hesitate, I moved right into the little bunk he had in the sleeper, and he followed right behind me. His pants, shorts, and shoes were quickly discarded. He propped himself up with a pillow behind his head against the wall, his legs just off the edge of the bunk, spread wide and waiting.
I started to move in between his legs on my knees, but he suddenly said, "will you take off your pants and shorts too....I'd like to see your cock, maybe stroke it too". Silly question!
I stood before him and slowly, teasingly, undid my pants, slid them down and off my legs. When I straightened back up, my throbbing, wet 8 1/2" cock was standing at full attention.
"Oh my God", was all he said, "what a great cock you have there". His trembling hand went out to encircle it, and as I went to my knees between his legs, he bent enough so he was able to not loose hold of it.
I figured enough time had been 'wasted', so I bent my face forward and slipped my hot tongue across the head of his 'golf ball' cock, then slowly up and down the sides of his cock. A soft moan escaped from his lips, his eyes were closed, his hips were shaking in anticipation.
I didn't know if I could get my lips around the whole of that huge cocks head, but I was damm sure going to try. I licked it a few more times, spit on it a bit....then opened my mouth as widely as I could. I must have been better than I thought, hungrier then I realized, for my lips were stretching around that great head, and slowly it was being sucked into my hungry mouth. He could only moan a bit louder, as he muttered, " I didn't know if you could get it in.....oh....oh...yes...yes ".
Once past the head I had to rest for a second before I could continue. Thank goodness I did not have a cold and stuffed up nose, for I was able to inhale a great amount of air through my nose, then I was ready to proceed.
I took the plunge (so to speak) and slowly, but surely; by stretching my mouth, relaxing my throat, running my tongue all around his cock shaft....I was, inch by inch, getting every juicy bit of that cock to disappear into my hungry mouth. I was able to look up and see his face as I worked his meat deeper....his eyes were like saucers, his face was gleaming, he was really moaning. I suddenly felt his cock hairs rubbing my nose....I had every sweet inch.
I had to simply rest now, took in air through my nose once more, then I started to lift my head back up the length of this great cock...but not releasing the head of it at all. As i resumed the downward plunge it became easier to handle it, so with an easy encouraging pressure on his ass cheeks, I soon conveyed to him that I wanted him to 'fuck my hot sucking mouth'. He quickly understood what I was indicating, for his hips started their bucking, mouth-fucking motion to my sucking mouth on him. He would ease it back, then slip it in.....back, in, back, in, until he was really getting into it with a passion now.
I was also aware that his hand was still wrapped around my throbbing prick, his one finger was rubbing my pre-cum back and forth across my cock head. His hand rubbing, his cock fucking....I was on fire, as was he.
He was really moaning and shaking now... " oh sweet Jesus....oh..yes, yes...oh what a load I'm going to feed you....suck it...suck it.... I think...I think....yes....I'm gonna.....ahhhhhhhh ".
His hips had been a blur of movement, but now he could only grab the back of my head and hang on. That huge cock was being buried deep, the golf ball head seemed to swell even bigger, and then the explosion began. What big wads of cumm came bursting out to fill my mouth, almost quicker than I could swollow. Gob after hot gobs of cumm I drank hungrily, as he could only moan and shake. And I kept that sweet, cumm pumping prick buried deep, until at last he simply collapsed on the bunk on his back, as he allowed me to suck every last drop from his softening cock. Finally, there was no more to be had, but I eased it back out of my mouth slowly, licked it all over once more, then I sat on the bunk.
"Boy, your message did say you wanted cumm, wow" he said. "Did you really mean that I didn't have to return 'the favor'?"
I assured him he didn't have to, the pleasure was all mine. "And besides" I said, " I'm not the one who left the message anyhow".
That surprised him, and he smiled and said, "well damm, I'm sure the lucky one then".
"Not as lucky as I was", I responded. "How often do you get here" I asked?
We ended up exchanging phone numbers, and e-mail addresses so we could keep in touch. We had many more 'times' together, and..... he soon had me show him how to suck a cock....he wanted to learn.....and what a 'fast learner' he became.
Oh, by the way, just a foot note here, but guess who I ran into, at 3 pm, in the mall men's room when I went back in after he left in his truck ? Ah, but that's another tale for another time.
Can you relate?
Baker Beach
For those of you who aren't familiar with Baker Beach, let me describe it to you. It sits at the base of the cliffs which make up both sides of the Golden Gate into which flows the waters of San Francisco, just to the west (that is, the ocean side) of the Golden Gate Bridge. Baker Beach is a strip of sand at least half a mile long, but never more than a hundred feet deep. One end is the family beach, easily accessible from a paved parking lot. The other end, closer to the Golden Gate Bridge, and separated from the family beach by several piles of rocks, which are difficult to pass over or around at high tide, is clothing-optional. The clothing-optional beach is accessible by climbing down the cliffs on several steep paths. The clothing-optional beach is also the "family" beach, so to speak.
At the base of the cliffs are piles of stone (most of which used to be part of the cliffs). Behind them are nooks and crannies of sand. The largest of these have been smoothed out, the smaller stones cleared, driftwood set in place to hold in the sand-what else do gays do when they move into some place new but redecorate?
For some reason the sun frequently shines on Baker Beach (and the other pocket beaches along that coast) while it's foggy in the rest of SF. The sunny was shining on January 2nd, the day this happened...
My current boyfriend and I got to Baker Beach around noon. We claimed our nook for the day by laying out a blanket, unpacking soda, food, suntan lotion, and books, then got undressed. When I took off my clothes I was COMPLETELY nude, since I'd shaved myself from the neck down just that morning. Actually, it was more of a trim, since I keep the important parts of my body shaved all of the time.
After a while of sunning ourselves, and eating lunch, I decided to wander up the beach, to check out the sights and to see what mischief I might get myself into
. I snapped on a fanny pack, slipped a bottle of water into the holder at the side, put on my shades, kissed my boyfriend "good bye" and headed off.
I caught the eyes of a few guys (and the occasional girl) who are probably not used to seeing a totally smooth body. Nobody caught MY eye until I waded around a pile of rocks and saw the top half of a cute dude eyeing me from between two boulders. At first glance, he looked to be only around twelve years old, jail bait. Then I looked again-and he was well worth a second glance, or a third, and noticed he had sideburns and a light fu manchu moustache curling around his lips and down almost to the tip of his chin. His hair was light brown and bushy, sort of like Paul of the old Beatles (make that YOUNG Beatles). I LOVE guys with hair like that.
A wave slightly higher than the rest crashed onto shore, giving me an excuse to move closer to the rocks behind which stood my target. I stood there for a moment or two, watching the waves three-quarters on, and watching HIM out of the corner of my eye. I noticed that he was checking out my shaved chest and crotch. He rubbed his chest a couple of times, when he thought I wasn't looking. He even appeared to be plucking at a few hairs between his tits. That gave me the opening I was looking for, so I took it...
"I can take care of that, you know," I offered conversationally.
"Take care of what?" he asked, almost guiltily.
"That bit of hair," I replied. "May I?" I asked, as I started walking around the rock which still protected my quarry.
The guy looked confused, then said, "Um, sure." I don't think he knew what he was agreeing to.
I almost sprung a woody as I stepped around the rock and saw HIM completely. He was tall, maybe six-foot-two, and thin. He WAS young, maybe twenty-two or three (I'm only thirty, but to me twenty-two looks young). And he was VERY thin, he couldn't have weighed over one forty, despite being so tall.
As I surmised, he was almost hairless, a small patch of light brown hair between his tits, a small bit around his belly, and a brief treasure trail leading down to an oversized cock, which peered out from a surprising large forest of pubic hair. His cock was amazing; even soft it had to be seven inches long. I didn't know if he was a "show-er" or a "grower"; if he was a grower then he'd be hung like a horse. The mop of hair completed the picture of an adorable-looking young man.
I moved closer, and he stepped back, further into his lair. I unzipped my fanny pack and reached in for a disposable razor. I was a Boy Scout-I'm always prepared.
"You carry razors WITH you?" he exclaimed.
"Yes," I said. "I never know when I'll run into someone who missed a spot shaving." I plucked at his sparse chest hairs. Moving my hand lower, I pulled at a couple of hairs surround his belly and added, "Or two."
I took a step forward and said, "Now hold still." With that I put my left arm behind him, and against his back, holding him firmly. I held the razor in my right hand. With quick, sure strokes I ran the razor between his tits, removing a patch of hair which I could easily have covered with the palm of one hand.
His mouth opened wide in surprise as I stood back to admire my work. I looked down and noticed his cock was twitching a little, which I took to be a good sign.
"Ready for me to do the rest?" I asked, as though it was perfectly normal for a complete stranger to walk up to you on a nude beach and start removing the hair which it had taken all of your life to grow. "Now, get down on your hands and knees on that blanket," I ordered. To this day I'll never know why, but without another word, the guy turned and got down on his hands and knees, as commanded.
As I knelt behind him, ready to shave what little hair ran along his ass crack, I asked, "Are you alone?"
The guy said, looking back at me over his shoulder, "Actually, my boyfriend's having stomach problems. We probably shouldn't have come to the beach, but it was such a nice day. He went off to the bathroom. Maybe you passed him on the way here? He was wearing an orange Princeton shirt."
I remembered seeing the guy, shortly after I left my own picnic site, thinking that it would be fun to spend some time with him. Judging from where we now were, and the distance back to the parking lot and restrooms, and the usual line there, that I had a good twenty minutes or more to finish up what I had planned. "Well, won't HE be surprised when he gets back," I remarked cheerfully. "Now rest yourself on your elbows."
I got down on my own knees and rested on hand on the guy's lower back. "Spread your knees a little." He did. Maybe he was a natural boy. Maybe I'm a natural master. "That bears thinking about," I thought.
I ran the razor blade down one side of the guy's ass crack, and he sort of shuddered. I felt some movement beneath where my hand was, and suspected my guy was getting turned on. Another few strokes and that side was done. I started working on the other side. I used my free hand to hold the guy's crack open (and a very fuckable crack it was, I might add), working my way lower and lower, trying to get as much of his perineum as I could from that side.
I run a finger along the guy's crack, making sure I hadn't missed any hairs. I could almost feel his lips parting, inviting me to explore further. Reluctantly I did not pursue the opportunity; I had work to do! I slapped the guy's butt and said, "Turn over onto your back." The guy hesitated, so I slapped again, "Hurry up. I haven't got all day. There are other customers waiting."
That cracked us both up. It also relaxed the guy enough that he rolled over onto his back. The reason for his hesitation was as I suspected, the remains of a hard-on were just leaving him. I almost drooled on him as I learned that he WAS a grower!
Quickly, before he could change his mind, I got started. With a few deft strokes I removed the hair surround the guy's navel. The guy had no hair to speak of on his chest, other than the bit between his tits, which was already gone. The guy laughed and wiggled a bit as I worked, then apologized for being so ticklish. I told him I'd try to be careful, and pressed more firmly rather than with light, tickling strokes. Soon his belly was devoid of its scant covering.
I turned the razor, and with three quick strokes, the guy's treasure trail was gone. I then sat back to consider; the guy's bush was so thick I wouldn't be able to do it with just a razor, fun as that is. The guy looked at me, as if to say, "What's the story? Why'd you stop?"
I set the razor down and reached into my fanny pack. I pulled out a pair of electric clippers. That nearly blew the guy's mind. Well, if I'm going to call myself a barber, I should certainly have the tools of the trade!
I turned the razor on, and ran it along the top edge of the guy's pubes. That set him off; his cock was visibly growing before my eyes. I tried to ignore it, but it's kind of hard to ignore a baseball bat, especially when it threatens to poke out your eye! Well, not really, it just seemed that way; the thing had to be eleven inches long.
"Eleven and a half," the guy said. I guess he was used to people wondering. "My brother's is almost thirteen, but he's two years older." God if this kid was still growing! I had to admit is was one of the nicer cocks I had seen in a while, perfectly cylindrical, not too fat, maybe an inch and a quarter in diameter, nicely colored skin, cut-the way I like them-with a large but not oversized head. A real mouthful-or asshole-ful, if you're into that sort of thing.
I took hold of the guy's cock midway down the shaft, the better to hold it out of the way as I ran the clippers along the skin at its base, trying to clear off as much hair as I could before I got to work with the hand razor. I took the guy's balls in my hand and ran the clippers over them. His balls were surprising small, or maybe they just looked small in comparison to the club which protected them.
Having gotten as much as I could with the clippers, I shook them off. I then took out a small brush and cleaned off the few hairs which were still sticking to them. I stuck the clippers back into my pack, and picked up the razor.
I started scraping the razor along the skin which had just been covered thickly with hair. I soon had the are above the guy's cock completely smooth. I moved a little, and started scraping the razor down both sides of the
guys cock (well, actually I scraped it down the sides one at a time--English is SUCH a difficult language.)
I took a grip higher up on the guy's cock, above the hairline (a couple of inches of cock STILL poked out of my fist!) I ran the razor down all sides of the guy's cock, shaving the few hairs my clippers hadn't gotten. What a pretty sight! They cock before me could have been the model for your standard, long dildo.
"Almost done," I thought, as I attacked the guy's balls with my razor. Well, THAT didn't come out right! I took these most delicate balls of pleasure in one hand and started shaving. For having such a thick pubic bush, the guy's balls were notably NOT hairy.
I pulled down his balls, which brought a whimper of pleasure from my "victim." "Maybe he WOULD" like me to attack his balls," I thought. "Too bad this isn't the place, and I don't have time nor the proper equipment." I have lots of things in my fanny pack, but don't usually expect to do a CBT scene on a nude beach!
I scraped at the taut skin in my hand. When that part of the skin was smooth, I changed my grip, grasping the guy's ball sac just below his cock. That gave me a firm surface on which to shave the guy's balls, which I did. I ran my finger over the guy's sac, to see if I'd missed any spots. That brought another cry of pleasure from the guy beneath me. Maybe he just had sensitive balls. I ran the razor in a couple of places, not that they really needed it; I'm just a perfectionist when it comes to shaving.
I ran my fingers over the guy's smooth belly, then touched up a few spots. I'd already checked the guy's cock with my fingers. It was smooth; I'd done a good job in the first pass.
I blew off the razor, then put it into my fanny pack clean. I wouldn't use that razor again-you should NEVER use a razor on two people. In fact, when I got home I'd take off the clipper head and wash and boil it for a while-I don't take chances with any of my toys.
I reached into my pack and took out yet another brush. This one I used to brush off the clipping's from the guy's crotch. The tickle of the bristles set the guy off again, so after but a few passes, I considered myself done. I put the brush away in my fanny pack and zipped it up. The only tools I NOW planned to use on the guy's cock and balls I did NOT keep in my pack!
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