Wills Jack Off Journal

By Will Anderson

Published on May 25, 2003

Bisexual

Chapter 27 - Memorable Day at the Beach

This particular beach has two separate and distinct sections - one is a very popular and picturesque public county beach, and the other a private nude beach, where you pay to park, then hike down a steep trail to the sand. It's about a mile long and maybe 70 yards wide, with dozens of driftwood enclosures up against the cliffs that have been built by beach-goers over the years. The nude beach is fairly well-known among gays and local sun lovers, but is trickey to find. And it can also be can be a very hot spot for sex. I had a very erotic experience there about 10 years ago. The following account happened just the way I describe it.

I had been cruising around the nude beach naked, with only a towel around my neck, my baseball cap, togs and sunglasses, with my half-hardon swinging in the breeze. In almost 20 minutes I hadn't connected or made eye contact with anyone. So I retired to one of the empty "forts" - a circular enclosure built of driftwood logs piled maybe 3' high that afforded some degree of privacy. After settling in I opened my cooler and extracted a cold beer. I laid down on my blanket naked and started masturbating, while shooting candid photos of myself beating off to enjoy later. In the warm summer breeze, I stroked very myself slowly, but held off cumming. I eventually dozed off into half-sleep basking in the afternoon sun, spread-eagle and stark naked on my blanket, my hand still wrapped around my cock. I love jacking off like this outdoors.

After maybe 10 minutes of this nice revery, I had a vague sensation of the very gentle touch of a soft hand on my thigh, which then slowly moved up to my semi-erect penis and around my balls. I opened my eyes to half-slits, and slowly became conscious of a visitor. I squinted, and found a young gay guy, maybe 25, kneeling beside me gently fondling my cock. I awoke, lifted my head up, and softly told him that I really liked what he was doing. He was blonde and very attractive.

He then introduced himself (Brad as I recall), while rubbing me slowly up-and-down, and smiling as my erection grew in his hand. He, too, was naked sporting his own stiff hardon. When he had me fully erect again, he bent over and placed my now-rigid penis in his mouth, and started giving me a nice slow sensual blow job, while he masturbated himself. It was like a wonderful dream.........and I didn't have to do a thing except lay back and enjoy it. In no time I was getting close to ejaculation and I told him so, so he backed off a little. He'd been jacking himself off the whole time he had been sucking me. Then he shifted onto his knees between my spread legs, and jacked himself off a little faster. Pretty soon he arched and moaned loudly, and squirted a huge spurts of his warm, fresh cum all over my stomach, legs, and coating my cock and balls. I could feel his hot sperm as it hit my skin. God, how I fondly recall shooting big loads like that when I was in my twenties.

He then surprised me by then by leaning over, and slowly licking all of his own semen off my entire body with his tongue. It was an incredibly erotic act!! After a few minutes of that, he leaned down, dribbled the entire mouthful of cum from his mouth onto his hand and my cock, then started masturbating me using his sperm as jack off lube. I love the slurpy sound produced by a hand sliding up and down like that. After awhile, I watched his semen turn into a thick white paste as his handjob strokes quickened.

It took me less than a minute for my orgasm to erupt. I shot my two-day load of semen straight up in the air with unusually strong spurts. He seemed to be quite turned on by the spectacle, watching intently and urging me on as my sperm shot up and out of my penis and down onto his pumping hand, my pubic hair, balls, stomach, etc. It was definitely one of the more powerful ejaculations I'd had for some time. To say the least, I was quite proud of myself for such a spectacular performance.

Then, as quickly as he had appeared, he rose to his feet, wiped his hand on my towel, turned around, and walked away down the beach with a very brief, "Thanks".

True story.

Next: Chapter 28


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