Part 2 - more memories of the beach
My early gay experiences were all with men much older than me. And here I was , 20 years old sharing an otherwise deserted remote beach with two men older than my father both of whom were insatiable sexual athletes. They were both very assertive with me but it was Mark who really liked to dominate.
After that first afternoon when they had both fucked me and had me spend long languid hours worshipping them orally , I slept between them in their tent.
I awoke to find them both gone and the tent warming up fast in morning sunlight. I stepped out onto the pebbles , stretching and looking around. They were both swimming in the bay , far out from the shore and I waded in to join them.
Ah. He awakes ! Mark called out.
We swam and chatted, treading water in the clear water before returning to the beach. It was so exciting to see their naked bodies emerging from the sea - I was hard in seconds which made them laugh.
What’s the English word? Eager? Dieter said.
Desperate , I think, Mark said.
I blushed and felt a little of the shame and vulnerability I’d felt when I first met them.
They made coffee on a little stove and shared some fruit and bread. I couldn’t stop staring at both of them - these beautiful thick cocks swinging heavily, the dark hairy cleft of Dieters arse, Marks strong sinewy arms.
I didn’t know how to initiate the sex I desperately wanted. My anus felt a little tender but I longed for nothing more than to be held down and fucked by them again.
Mark started it , stretching out on a blanket and simply telling me to lick him.
I knelt between his legs and parted his firm ass. His anus was a dark brown pucker surrounded by soft hair and I kissed it gently and nuzzled between his cheeks .
I said lick it, he growled
I ran my tongue over him and swirled the tip into and against the rubbery resistance of his anal ring. He let out a sigh. He tasted of the sea and of , well,it’s a taste I think of as good sex. That unmistakable man taste. I pushed my tongue into him and felt him relax, bearing down into his ass a little to open. He was tight but slowly I opened his ass with my tongue, probing and slurping hungrily. After a while he rose onto all fours and urged me to get deeper. Lick me - taste me … ja… more…deeper.
I held his hips and started to tongue fuck him -an incredible feeling of both ownership and servitude as his anus dilated allowing me to penetrate him deeply.
I felt Dieters hands on my ass, spreading me and then planting a long wet kiss on my anus. He had some lube - oil - and began fingering me and opening my hole. I moaned and turned to look. I could see his fat cock standing upright flat shadings his belly.
Don’t stop! Mark grunted. Get your mouth back on my arse.
I obeyed and at the same time felt Dieter pushing a thick finger into me, working it in and out, slick with oil.
Nice and tight, he murmured , squeezing a second and then a third finger into me.
I reached under Mark and wrapped my hand around the immense girth of his rock hard cock, pulling it down and back. The head was massive - I couldn’t believe he’d got it into me yesterday it seemed impossible.
I lifted my head for a second. Marks anus was wet and slightly gaping. I’d never rimmed a man into this state before.
I said Don’t stop! He growled angrily.
I went back to work and suddenly felt Dieter pull his fingers out of my ass. I knew what was coming. That moment of anticipation and nervousness as the head of a large cock touches one there. Can I relax and open enough to take it?
Dieter was gentle , that first time that day at any rate. He eased his head in and I tried to breathe through it. I gasped and moaned and was ordered to ‘keep licking my arse or else’ by Mark.
Dieter began to slide deep into me , paused to let me adjust to his size , and then that intense feeling as he drew his length almost all the way out making every nerve ending in my anus thrum with pleasure.
He fucked me. Slowly at first then with more pace but still deep strokes.
I started wanking Mark in time with Dieters strokes, his cock plunging deep into my rectum.
My own cock felt ready to explode. I kept the same rhythm with my mouth , eagerly worshipping Marks wet open ass with my tongue working in , then pausing to suck hungrily at the taste of him, then withdrawing before starting again.
When Dieter reached around and gripped my hard on it took three or four strokes and I came , moaning and gasping but desperately keeping my mouth locked on marks ass.
I remember this fuck lasting for ages and I remember the change in Dieters breathing as he got close.
Ja. Fuck. Ja. Take. My. Cock. He moaned and I felt him swell and throb and he held my hips and came deep into me.
What came next was probably- to that point- the most intense fuck of my life.
Dieter pulled my head from between Marks ass and kissed me , his cock still pulsing inside me.
He eased out of me and he and Mark swapped places.
Dieters cock was wet and smeared but I was now a depraved hungry slut for these men. I eagerly slurped on it. Licking its length , making eye contact with Dieter, playing the role.
I could taste my ass, his cum and faintly the oil he’d used.
Even though I was hyper aroused I was also nervous. I knew what was about to happen - again - and was genuinely anxious i would be hurt by Marks monster cock which was throbbing , bigger than ever , the bulbous head of it dark and somehow angry looking. But I was incapable of doing anything but submit to him. So , as I say it was intense -and what followed was passionate and dirty anal sex. Once Dieter was satisfied I’d cleaned him - and to my amazement in those few minutes I felt his semi hard cock stir towards erection again - he moved behind me and helped Mark fuck me, spreading my cheeks impossibly wide and pouring more lube onto me.
Taking the head of mark was painful even now I had been fucked into a gape by Dieter. I moaned. I probably pleaded. My anus made shameful wet sounds. I even remember Dieter laughing at one point at one loud wet fart of cum as Mark momentarily withdrew.
But there was nothing that was going to stop Mark fucking me. I’ve had big guys before and after even a few that were bigger but that was later and plugs and beads were used to open me completely. This was just cock. A huge thick cock which after what felt like an age of painful half penetration finally slid into me and I felt Marks hips on my ass.
They spoke in German - who knows what was said but immediately after that first incredible churning penetration Mark completely withdrew.
Suck dirty boy. He ordered. Words locked in my head decades later.
I remember sobbing at the sudden emptiness. And taking him into my mouth. Before I could even process the thick taste of my rectum on him I felt Dieter plunge into me in one long stroke.
And that was the way of it for- well, I have no idea how long they fucked be like that, going back and forth. I know some will think it disgusting but I just submitted to this repeated cycle - it seemed to be their kink to force me to do repeated swaps from my violated anus to my mouth. Their stamina was just extraordinary.
My sluttishness and filthy submissiveness made them both almost manic. The expression ‘fucked senseless’ was made for this.
Mark came - I remember marvelling that his cock suddenly felt even bigger - and then he held me by my hips , buried in me.
More German was spoken and then I felt the most extraordinary warmth and fullness. He was pissing into me. At this stage I was yet again cleaning my own ass off Dieters cock , wanking him and with a soft moan he came on my face.
Mark and he were kissing , their cocks still in my mouth and completely overwhelmed anus.
Then the utter humiliation of squatting while they watched Marks pee squirt noisily out of me. Dieter laughing. A mix of German and English - the message being that I was a filthy fucker. I admit the humiliation was utterly delicious.
Then into the sea and the cool relief. I felt completely used. But also proud. My ass was distended and open but not damaged. My jaw ached. But I was rock hard again.
I remember a little later a sense of slight horror as I saw Mark was getting hard again.
They fucked me once more that day - the same way. Using me at both ends. They both came in my anus and the last to come was Dieter this time with me on top of him my mouth stuffed with Marks balls.
Dieter lifted me up and their mixed loads of come dripped and oozed out of me.
Ja. Push. Mark ordered - and I of course obeyed bearing down and pushing out, dropping a sticky mess onto Dieters cock which had just moments before been deep in me. More exquisite degradation.
I remember looking at it , knowing what was expected and eagerly, yes, genuinely hungrily, licking their cum and myself off Dieters softening cock, balls and belly.
I think we slept. And I know that later I sucked them both again at least once , I think probably twice.
And then later that day - or was it the next day?- I walked to the village with them - the strange sensation of being clothed again- to buy provisions.
In that time - no mobiles, emails or websites- goodbye to fellow travellers was always likely to be more or less final. I think I had an address for them - it’s stuck in my head that they were from Bonn - and perhaps I wrote to them. I certainly never heard back if I did.
And that’s the end of my memories of that beach. I know they unlocked something in me and I was basically a raging fuck beast that summer, getting off with men and women most of the days every where I went . I know their passion for what in porn is called ‘ass to mouth’ became a kink for me for some time - and I know for some that’s the wrong side of a line. So apologies if parts of this story offend.
Thanks for your comments.
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