Gay Erotic Stories

The other stories I have posted so far are all true stories from some time ago, all memorable events and defining moments in my life as a gay man. This is another true story, but this time right up to date in September 2016 and I just wanted to write about it. I had a couple of days off last week and it was unusually hot for mid-September in South East England. There is a gay naturist beach near me, I hadn’t been for a while and I decided to go. It is quite a walk from the car park, through the tourist and “textile” part of the beach, through an area with some naturist couples and on to the furthest point which is exclusively gay men. I have had some fun there in the past and met some nice men. I am still in good shape, I felt good about myself and I was looking forward to the day. I could see about 20 men, mostly single but also three couples, all “mature” but that suits me because I have always liked older men and, at 53, I still do! I found a comfortable spot and stripped off, enjoying the sun on my naked body. It wasn’t long before men started cruising me. One particular man was older than me, probably about 65. He was slightly balding with grey chest hair and carrying a few extra pounds. I liked him and, as we chatted, my cock started to harden slightly. He spotted this and started to play with his own cock. We chatted some more and then he said “I would love to suck that”. “I would love you to, but not just yet” I replied. I had only been on the beach a few minutes and I wanted to take my time. Also, I was aware that there have been complaints about “inappropriate behaviour” on the beach. He walked back to his place in the dunes. Over the next hour, two more men asked me for sex but I politely declined. He was the one I wanted, but I was slightly nervous too. I decided to walk up the beach and find him again. When I did, he was with another man of about the same age, attractive but not particularly friendly. My friend stood up to talk to me and started playing with himself again. I gestured to him to walk with me and we walked a few yards together. “Do you play on your own or together?” I asked. “Usually together, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him”. I explained that I liked him but that I didn’t want to do anything on the beach for fear of being seen. We went back to his partner, who still wasn’t friendly, and we swapped phone numbers. “We are having some friends over for a BBQ later in the week” he said, “and it would be lovely if you could join us”. I texted him when I got home and he replied with the time and place. “It is a naturist BBQ, hope that’s OK” he said. I arrived at the house and my friend greeted me in a pair of shorts. He led me through to a lovely secluded garden where he took his shorts off and invited me to do the same. Soon the party was in full swing with nine naked men enjoying good food and wine. A great time was had by all, but that will be another story …