Gay Erotic Stories

At home were three older sisters who enjoyed playing matchmaker. If that wasn't a good enough reason for taking off in my VW bus every weekend, a beautiful and secluded beach in La Jolla beckoned The weather was always great and there was always room to set up a volleyball net or whatever. But that wasn't all that was remarkable: the beach attracted college-age guys who enjoyed sunbathing in the nude. I was in awe of my first exposure to nude guys. Every hour brought a new hunk to swoon over. One look at a gorgeous guy with a gorgeous ass sent my heart racing. It took me two hours to realize the guy lying closest to me returned my interest. I was a bit overwhelmed. "I've got some suntan oil here somewhere," he said, reaching for a canvas bag. "You'd better put some on your back before you burn." "The sun isn't that bright," I remember saying. "You can still burn," he said, and motioned for me to move over beside him on his towel. The first touch of his hand got me aroused. A full-fledged boner I had to hide. He moved over me to sit on the backs of my legs and I didn't feel his dick. Which meant he had a boner. After a bit, he kneeled between my legs and spread them. I never felt such a powerful sensation before in my life, as I did when he began spreading oil over my buns. The longer he played with my buns the more the sensation grew deep inside me until I came . I did, I came against his towel. I switched towels when he went after a cooling off swim. When he returned, he said it was time for him to leave, he had to get back to school. He was a student at UCSD. So, I was sure I'd see him again. And I did back there on the beach a couple of weeks later. But none of the fantasies I entertained about getting fucked by him out there ever came to pass. He took me to UCSD for a tour and we ended up in his dorm room. But that's another story.