Bunche Beach, John Morris Road, San Carlos Bay, Ft. Myers, Florida
Maurice was
nervous. He had never been to a gay beach before. But he had exactly 2 hours
while his wife and kids were at the movies and they thought he was lying down
with a headache. He guessed he should
feel guilty but instead it was just nervous.
He had been preparing for this for weeks. His dark brown pubes were trimmed and his sizable balls were shaved. In addition to his Florida tan he had been tanning at a salon to minimize any lines.
To complete the look he had purchased a “tan through” swim suit. The tiny suit’s high legs and the pattern of gold, tan, yellow and green palm leaves drew the eye to his prominent package. The not so subtle design also hid the fact that you could actually see through the sheer knit material. To hide the swim suit until he got to the beach he had put on a loose pair of gym shorts and a tank top. But that didn’t hide his broad shoulders, narrow hips, round firm ass, or his strong legs. He knew he looked good but he didn’t want to look too “gay.” At least not until he was ready.
When he arrived he parked along the street and then began the walk to the beach. It was then that he went from nervous to something near to sheer terror.
He thought “This was just plain goofy. What if someone he knew saw him?” There were lots of people on the beach and he knew that he would have to walk something like a half-mile to find the "gay beach". He had put on a “Cubs” ball cap and dark sunglasses but at six foot three and 205 lbs. he was not exactly invisible. None the less, he had come this far and wanted this that badly. He wasn’t going to turn around now.
He clutched his beach towel and his little cooler that contained three beers, suntan lotion, four rubbers and a small bottle of lube, and trudged off down the sidewalk towards the shore.
When he got to the narrow beach he turned left. By some unwritten concession the gays had conceded the best part of the beach to the straights and the families. To the left the beach became narrower and he could see rocks in the water that with the current would make the water dangerous for swimming. He was relieved to quickly leave behind all the happy little families playing and sunning and in less than five minutes into his walk the crowd had thinned out.
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He had been preparing for this for weeks. His dark brown pubes were trimmed and his sizable balls were shaved. In addition to his Florida tan he had been tanning at a salon to minimize any lines.
To complete the look he had purchased a “tan through” swim suit. The tiny suit’s high legs and the pattern of gold, tan, yellow and green palm leaves drew the eye to his prominent package. The not so subtle design also hid the fact that you could actually see through the sheer knit material. To hide the swim suit until he got to the beach he had put on a loose pair of gym shorts and a tank top. But that didn’t hide his broad shoulders, narrow hips, round firm ass, or his strong legs. He knew he looked good but he didn’t want to look too “gay.” At least not until he was ready.
When he arrived he parked along the street and then began the walk to the beach. It was then that he went from nervous to something near to sheer terror.
He thought “This was just plain goofy. What if someone he knew saw him?” There were lots of people on the beach and he knew that he would have to walk something like a half-mile to find the "gay beach". He had put on a “Cubs” ball cap and dark sunglasses but at six foot three and 205 lbs. he was not exactly invisible. None the less, he had come this far and wanted this that badly. He wasn’t going to turn around now.
He clutched his beach towel and his little cooler that contained three beers, suntan lotion, four rubbers and a small bottle of lube, and trudged off down the sidewalk towards the shore.
When he got to the narrow beach he turned left. By some unwritten concession the gays had conceded the best part of the beach to the straights and the families. To the left the beach became narrower and he could see rocks in the water that with the current would make the water dangerous for swimming. He was relieved to quickly leave behind all the happy little families playing and sunning and in less than five minutes into his walk the crowd had thinned out.
Under other
circumstances he might have brought his wife and boys down here to enjoy the beach. But now this time was his. He had given more than enough to his
family.
As he moved
southeast there was a tree that had fallen across the narrow beach so that he
had to wade into the water to get around and beyond it. As he picked his way past the tree he was afraid
that he was in the wrong place. But there, just a hundred yards away he
saw several men on beach towels.
Just men!
Men in
Speedo's!
Hot men!
Men with dark
tans!
Men who looked
up as Maurice came down the narrow beach.
Maurice was too nervous to get too close, so while still 20 feet away from the nearest person he spread out his towel and sat down. He sat for a moment then realized he is was still in his shorts and tank top. That wasn't exatly the image of himself that he had imagined on a gay beach. So without lifting his butt more than an inch off of the beach towel he squirmed out of his shorts and shirt.
Maurice was too nervous to get too close, so while still 20 feet away from the nearest person he spread out his towel and sat down. He sat for a moment then realized he is was still in his shorts and tank top. That wasn't exatly the image of himself that he had imagined on a gay beach. So without lifting his butt more than an inch off of the beach towel he squirmed out of his shorts and shirt.
Now what?
It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it. Hell that's all you thought about for the last four days. In fact the idea of going somewhere where he could meet gay men was an all-consuming idea that nagged at him more and more every day. The older he got the more he knew he had to make it happen. And he knew it had to happen soon.
It wasn't that he hadn't thought about it. Hell that's all you thought about for the last four days. In fact the idea of going somewhere where he could meet gay men was an all-consuming idea that nagged at him more and more every day. The older he got the more he knew he had to make it happen. And he knew it had to happen soon.
His mouth was
dry with anticipation so he dug out a beer and chugged it down.
Nothing was happening.
Would someone come up to him? He got out the suntan lotion and
slathered it on. This only served to make him hornier - if that was
possible. As his hands spread the oil over his skin his dick began to
swell within the confines of the tiny bikini.
This was crazy. What if someone saw that he was getting hard? Hell – what if they didn’t? That was why he was here wasn’t it?
This was crazy. What if someone saw that he was getting hard? Hell – what if they didn’t? That was why he was here wasn’t it?
He wanted to
reach beneath the waist band of his suit and smear the lotion on his cock and
balls but knew that he would get rock hard if he did. None-the-less he
looked around to make sure no one was watching and lifted the edge of his suit
to look at his cock. The sheer fabric cast a spotty shade on his swelling member.
As he watched he could see it twitch and throb and shift and grow. Damn! He had to stop or get up and get in the water or do something.
There was no time to just sit there. He was either going to be rejected completely and feel like a fool or have the time of his life but he wasn't going to just sit there on the towel.
He got up and moved towards the other men. He was very aware of himself. He felt virtually naked. And in fact he was virtually was. Certainly the tiny swim suit was keeping him legal but the fact that it covered such a small percentage of his tall, lean frame made it more of a focal point rather than a cover-up. Maurice’s balls were barely captured by the straining fabric and his 8 inch cock was pointing firmly up and to the left and its head was pulling the waist band away from his flat belly. His broad shoulders, firm pecks and flat belly now formed a V that pointed down to his swollen package. Despite how he knew he looked in the mirror he now worried that his salt-and-pepper hair made him look older.
He walked past four or five men lying in the sun. Most of them wore Speedo's. Everyone was covered in oil. Everyone had a dark tan and everyone was beautiful.
Maurice may not have realized it but their heads swiveled and their eyes, hidden by sunglasses, tracked the newest addition to the group.
As Maurice passed the men lying on their beach towels he saw ahead a group of four or five men standing together smoking cigaretts and talking.
This was it, he would walk up to them and endure their ridicule and scorn or perhaps, just maybe, something else. Something wonderful! He had to do it. He didn’t know what to say to them. They would know he was an idiot and out of his realm. But it was now or never. Even if he nothing happened he felt amazing. Nervous but amazing. Even if no one else thought that he was sexy – he did. And that was very hot to him. So steeling himself against rejection he walked up to them.
As he approached the group stopped talking to blatantly check him out from head to toe with a long pause to simply stare at his package.
Maurice didn't know what to say. Anything would be stupid. Should he just say “Hello”or maybe “Nice day”or maybe “This is a real nice part the beach” (it wasn't.) Instead much to Maurice's relief someone in the group said hello to him. Maurice’s mouth was dry again but he managed to blurt out an awkward “Hello.” in return.
And then the one who had said hello said “I like your swimsuit.”
That made his cock jump. He had been afraid that he might not even be able to get it up. But as the one who said he liked his swimsuit came closer he could feel his cock swell.
His new friend moved closer. He was shorter than
Maurice with short dark hair and a pearly white smile. His smooth darkly
tanned skin was stretched over well-defined muscles. As he move forward
he came so close that Maurice could smell the coconut in the oil that shone on
his dark skin. As soon as he came close enough to touch him he reached
out and touched the narrow band of fabric on Maurice’s hip.There was no time to just sit there. He was either going to be rejected completely and feel like a fool or have the time of his life but he wasn't going to just sit there on the towel.
He got up and moved towards the other men. He was very aware of himself. He felt virtually naked. And in fact he was virtually was. Certainly the tiny swim suit was keeping him legal but the fact that it covered such a small percentage of his tall, lean frame made it more of a focal point rather than a cover-up. Maurice’s balls were barely captured by the straining fabric and his 8 inch cock was pointing firmly up and to the left and its head was pulling the waist band away from his flat belly. His broad shoulders, firm pecks and flat belly now formed a V that pointed down to his swollen package. Despite how he knew he looked in the mirror he now worried that his salt-and-pepper hair made him look older.
He walked past four or five men lying in the sun. Most of them wore Speedo's. Everyone was covered in oil. Everyone had a dark tan and everyone was beautiful.
Maurice may not have realized it but their heads swiveled and their eyes, hidden by sunglasses, tracked the newest addition to the group.
As Maurice passed the men lying on their beach towels he saw ahead a group of four or five men standing together smoking cigaretts and talking.
This was it, he would walk up to them and endure their ridicule and scorn or perhaps, just maybe, something else. Something wonderful! He had to do it. He didn’t know what to say to them. They would know he was an idiot and out of his realm. But it was now or never. Even if he nothing happened he felt amazing. Nervous but amazing. Even if no one else thought that he was sexy – he did. And that was very hot to him. So steeling himself against rejection he walked up to them.
As he approached the group stopped talking to blatantly check him out from head to toe with a long pause to simply stare at his package.
Maurice didn't know what to say. Anything would be stupid. Should he just say “Hello”or maybe “Nice day”or maybe “This is a real nice part the beach” (it wasn't.) Instead much to Maurice's relief someone in the group said hello to him. Maurice’s mouth was dry again but he managed to blurt out an awkward “Hello.” in return.
And then the one who had said hello said “I like your swimsuit.”
That made his cock jump. He had been afraid that he might not even be able to get it up. But as the one who said he liked his swimsuit came closer he could feel his cock swell.
His hand stayed on his hip as he lifted his head to look up at Maurice and said “Looks good on you.”
Time seemed to slow to almost a stop for Maurice. It all seemed amazingly exotic and yet somehow so natural. Maurice managed to squeak out in a half voice “It's a tan-through.” As Maurice said this he put his hand down to pull the waistband away from his belly and run his fingertips under the material so that his newfound friend could see how sheer the material was. His new friend leaned forward to get a peek down inside.
There was a lot to see inside. Maurice’s dick was now suddenly fully erect and as he tugged the waist band the head of his now throbbing cock peaked out over the top. In a smooth motion his friend slid his hand over the outside of the suit from Maurice’s hip down to cup his now rigid member.
His friend leaned in and said "I’m Joe. Let me show you some other things that are pretty neat here on the beach."
And with that Joe put one hand on the small of Maurice's back and began to guide him up into the woods.
They moved only a few yards into the woods where they were just out of sight from anyone who might be walking the beach.
Joe turned towards Maurice, pushed him gently against a tree and pulling his swim suit's waist band away from his body to allow the now dripping member to jump out toward Joe.
For a moment Maurice’s cock simply throbbed as it waved and pointed up at Joe. Joe stood holding the waistband out staring down but saying nothing.
Finally Joe said “God damn – that’s nice!” Then Joe knelt. As he moved to his knees he pulled Maurice’s suit down to his ankles with his left hand and took Marice's throbbing and swollen cock in his right. He stared for only moment and then gently began to bring his lips to the head.
Maurice couldn’t move. He looked down to watch but it was what he felt that filled his universe. Everything in him was now focused on cock. Joe’s wet lips moving over the head of his cock. His hot tongue searched the edges and stroked and gently probed Maurice's piss hole. Then like a deep wet tunnel he felt Joe's hungry mouth move down his shaft. Maurice had to move one hand back to the tree trunk to steady himself but he took his other hand to press Joe’s head gently deeper down on his shaft.
Hungrily with quiet slurping sounds Joe moved in and out, but each time moving further down the hard veined rod of throbbing flesh.
Finally Joe’s nose and lips were pounding into Maurice’s pubs and belly and the head of Maurice’s cock was popping back and forth into Joe’s throat.
Maurice knew he wasn’t going to last long but that was didn’t make any difference. The cum that was building up to shoot out of him had been building for years. This was his first real gay load. The load that was building up would shoot him into a new world. Right or wrong it was going to happen.
Joe could feel the buildup and dove deeper and faster on this red hot pulsing rod.
Then Maurice shot – and shot and shot. Joe swallowed and swallowed.
Time began to catch up for Maurice. What had seemed an hour had been only a few minutes and now Maurice was holding on to the tree because his knees could no longer hold him.
Joe rose and wiped his mouth and smiled. Maurice gave a half smile and weekly said thank you. Joe smiled bigger and gently kissed Maurice and said “You’re welcome.”
Maurice pulled up his swimsuit and then followed Joe back to the beach.
The moment was over but a new world had opened up for Maurice. He was now a gay man in a marriage with a woman. He would never be the same. He was a Late Breaking Gay.
BTW this is my first attempt at writing LBG (Late Breaking Gay) porn. I would greatly appreciate your comments.
