I was blond and pretty and
had skin as smooth as a girl's and they lusted for me the way straight guys go
crazy over a sexy woman. They wanted my
eight and a half inch cock as much as straight guys want huge tits on a woman. They wanted my arsehole
like those guys crave a juicy cunt.
There are grass pathways
above the dunes and I walked further than usual on another blazing sunny day,
just wearing cap, shorts and trainers and carrying my rolled up towel.
I saw the smoke first and
then came to a camp fire with a group of guys sitting round in the nude. This part of the dunes was closer to the sea,
but still screened from people on the beach, and two guys were drying themselves
after skinny dipping. They had a little
stove and an improvised barbecue over their fire on which they were cooking
bacon and sausages.
Nudity seemed to be the
unwritten rule in the dunes so I discarded my shorts and sat down on my
towel. Again I was easily the youngest
there but there were some men in their thirties I guessed.
'Just in time for tucker,'
said one which seemed friendly enough. Looking round I saw Marc and Brent. I hadn't seen them at first.
'This is Adam,' Marc told
everyone.
A guy with lots of tattoos
and a pierced nipple asked me who'd been caning me and I blushed deeply. He must have seen the marks on my butt before
I sat down. The same man asked me if I
was still at school and after a time he came to sit next to me.
A sausage and bacon
sandwich was passed to me and despite the butterflies in my tummy it smelt
appetizing in the open air and I suddenly felt hungry. I wasn't feeling nearly as nervous as when
I'd been with Marc and Brent and when the tattooed bloke put his hand on my
thigh I didn't recoil.
As I finished the sandwich
a couple of others came to sit near me and it was obvious I was attracting
attention either because I was a newcomer or because I was young.
The tattooed guy's hand
moved from my thigh to my cock which was just beginning to come to life. The other men who'd shuffled nearer reached
out to tease my nipples or stroke my legs.
When I got an erection it
was full on and rock hard because of what they were doing. I felt good that they were all looking
towards me and admiring me like they were my fan club or something. The tattooed guy wanking me had a way of
gripping my cock really hard and pumping it up and down so I was just on the
cusp between pain and pleasure.
Then it became more about
what they demanded.
One of the others, who'd been
feeling me all over, stood up and waved his cock near my mouth like he was
asking if I'd suck him off. At least he
was asking. His cock looked incredibly
red and angry and hard to deny. I licked
his shaft up and down a few times and dribbled spit along its length then began
to suck him properly while tattoos carried on wanking me. He was jerking me off so hard I knew I'd cum
if he didn't stop this second so I sort of half pulled away.
He kept his fist round my
cock as if marking his claim.
My mouth was soon drinking
semen again as the standing figure ejaculated but half way through he pulled
out and deliberately showered my face and hair in warm globs of cum.
At that moment someone
shouted, 'Cops!' and I've never seen so many people disperse so quickly. I managed to get my shorts on before anyone
appeared but was still tying the laces on my trainers.