It was a cold and windy day on the coast of Maine in 1982. The waves from a storm still at sea were crashing over the rocks, sending a bone chilling spray of salt water into the air. Even sitting on the enclosed porch of my seaside camp sipping a hot chocolate, I could feel the cold that is Maine in November.

I had come down late this year to shutter the cabin, long after everyone but the natives had left the shore. Too much of my time had been wasted this year in an ugly divorce. I still had feelings for my now ex. After all, she was the mother of my two young sons. yet, something was missing from our relationship. Over the years, mere friendship had replaced the love we once had. As for passion, that had long burned out. I had thought about having an affair, but never found the woman to excite me more than I could with my own hand. Not that I couldn't have my choice of women. At 32, my body had retained much of the strength and looks of my early twenties thanks to my diet and exercise. My face was a little leathery from all the years on the rugged coast, but I had plenty of fire in the furnace. There just wasn't the spark I needed.

My solitary contemplation was interrupted by the sight of a figure darting across the rocks protecting the shore. It appeared to be a young male, maybe about 16 - 19 years old. He wore a blue windbreaker to protect himself against the salty wind, but he was being a fool about the waves. You don't tempt Fate messing with the angry rollers beating on the wet rocks. A fall into that cold ocean water will sap your strength quickly, and the undertow will suck you out to sea. They will be lucky to ever find your body.

I opened the porch door to yell at the foolish kid. Before I could say a word, I saw a huge wave bearing down on him. The crash of the wave sent water spraying at least twelve feet into the air, and the wave still had enough strength to surge over the rock he was standing on. He disappeared from view. There was no time to call 911. If I couldn't rescue him within a minute, he would be gone. I closed the distance between us in a flash.

I saw him wedged into a depression between two rocks. Actually, this was the only thing that saved him from being swept to a certain death. He was lying face down with his face in the salty tidal pool. I grabbed his blue windbreaker, and pulled him out of the water and back onto the rock. A quick glance seaward showed another large wave almost on top of us. I covered his still body, and tried to get a hold on the slippery rocks. A small indentation allowed me to wedge my foot into it as an anchor. The wave crashed almost on top of us, and the water surged over us. The sucking action of the retreating wave almost dislodged me, but I made it through. I picked the kid up, and made a hasty retreat before the next onslaught.

I made for the cabin. The wind was practically freezing my soaked sweatsuit to my body. I had to get inside to the warmth of the potbelly stove for both our sakes. I dumped the limp body on the floor by the stove. This was not the time for modesty. I quickly stripped all my wet clothes off. Turning to my guest, I saw a blue tinge on his lips, a sign of approaching hypothermia. I rolled him over on his back, and unzipped the blue windbreaker. I tossed it aside along with his shirt, his pants, and even his soaked underwear. He was breathing, but shivering. I started to rub his arms and then his legs to get the circulation going. I glanced to the side thinking of calling 911 when I remembered the phone had already been disconnected for the summer. As I did so, I caught a glimpse of the two of us in the mirrored door. Here I was, a naked 32 year old man, astride a naked teenager. Despite the gravity of the situation, I felt an unfamiliar stirring in my groin at the sight. I shook the thought out of my head, and went back to massaging the teen's cold legs.

As I rubbed vigorously, I could not help but to notice his dick bouncing back and forth. He was well endowed for his age, even soft. I looked up and saw his eyes were open watching me stare at his dick. I muttered, "Damn fool, you almost killed both of us out on those rocks." I noticed his shivering had stopped, but I continued my massaging of his leg, I gradually brought my rubbing hands higher up his leg until I was actually brushing the back of my hand across his dick and balls. His cock began to swell and rise from his body. It was at this time, I noticed my own dick was rock hard and jutting out at an obscene angle.

I reached over to the couch to grab the afghan off the back to cover him. Doing so raised my torso up over him so that my raging hardon was just a short distance from his young lips. Without warning, he dipped his head wrapping his cold lips around the head of my cock. A surge of electricity shot through me as I felt his tongue swirl around the head. I groaned and sank downward, propelling all of my shaft through his mouth and down his throat. He was a pro, not a sputter escaped his lips as my pubes pressed into his nostrils. I pulled up to the warming sensation of his tongue dragging across the underside vein of my cock. His hands reached around to grasp my naked ass as he pulled me back into him. Guided by his hands on my ass, I began to pump my cock in and out of his mouth in a steady rhythm. Once I no longer needed his hands on my ass to guide me, he reached down between us with one hand and played with my balls. His other hand was brought up to caress my face. He pushed two fingers against my lips to gain access to my mouth. I greedily sucked first two, then three fingers into my mouth. He jammed them in and out like he was fucking my mouth. When I responded positively, he pushed me up. Swinging around, he repositioned himself to present his steely rod to my lips as he continued to suck me closer to orgasm.

I closed my lips over his rod tasting the natural salt and the salt of the sea. I had never really had sex with another guy before this. In college, I had a couple of offers from my roommate, but never did more than jerk each other off. Now, being sucked and sucking this male seemed so natural. And the passion it awoke in me was beyond belief. I felt as horny as a teenager again. All I wanted to do was get my rocks off again and again until I was exhausted. I felt the wad knotting up in my stomach. I could feel every inch of its journey down my rod. When I blasted wad after wad into this kid's hungry gullet, it felt like the first time I had ever had sex. He didn't lose a drop of it, it all went straight into his belly.

Recovering from the excitement of the blast, I wanted to do as much for him as he had done for me. I sucked his dick down to the root. Unfortunately, I didn't have his talent and started coughing. He put his hand gently on the top of my head and soothed my feelings by telling me, "Aw, shit, that feels good. Just do what you can, it's terrific. Aw, I'm going to nut. Suck it, swallow it, eat my cum." His cum flowed out of the end of his dick in spurts. I swallowed each in turn. A little dribble of cum leaked out the corner of my mouth and onto my chin.

As soon as he finished blasting his ball juice into my mouth, he pushed me over onto my back. He leaned across me. His mouth came forward to lick the droplets of his own cum that had escaped from my mouth. He scooped them up, and smeared them on my lips. I opened my lips to accept him, but he just toyed with my lips. I again felt passion as he nipped and licked my face. Finally, he settled onto my lips and stuck his tongue into my mouth. I dueled tongue to tongue as he swashed across my teeth and gums to seek out any hidden cum. As we kissed, i smelt and tasted my own cum on him.

He reached down and grasped my slimey cock with one hand and started to jack me off as we kissed. I responded by getting hard again. A two for was a distant memory in my sex life. As my rod stiffened, he again shifted position to present me his asshole. All he said was "Lick it. make it wet." I pulled his cheeks apart, and darted my tongue into his puckered hole. There was no sweat, just the taste of sea salt. I lathered up the slit between his cheeks, and continued to toy with the brown eye. He was, meanwhile, slurping nosily on my dick. He was raining spit on my rod as I supped on his ass.

With a groan, he again shifted position. He squatted above my groin holding his ass cheeks apart. One look into his eyes and I knew what was expected of me. I gripped my burning log to line it up with his ass hole. The look on his face as his ass hole came in contact with the head of my dick was wonderful. As he slowly slid down the length, he exhaled in a long breath. Once he reached almost to the bottom, I removed my fist so he could ass swallow the last few inches. When his cheeks crushed into my pubes, he looked up to the ceiling and groaned again. He held the position for a moment as his insides slide aside to make room for me. Then he raised himself up, pulling my dick along his ass sleeve, and set back down. The sensations going through my mind were beyond belief.

After a couple of squats over my dick, he pulled off. I thought the action was over, but I was wrong. He scooted over to the nearby couch, laying his head and chest on the seat as he pulled apart his cheeks to offer me his creamy ass again. I moved behind him and sank my rod back into him. I gently pulled back and pushed in again. He groaned, "No, fuck me. Jam my ass like a bitch." I took my notes from him and started to pick up speed. The faster and harder I jammed my rod up his ass, the louder his grunts and groans. I started hammering him. As he twisted his neck back to look at me, I could see the animal he was becoming in his eyes. That fueled my desire even more. I fucked him so hard, the couch started to shift.

I yelled, "Oh, shit, I'm going to cum." His response was to push back as hard as possible against my groin and yell "Fuck me. Feed my ass. I want to feel you cum in me. Don't stop, oh, don't stop. I'm almost there." Suddenly, his ass clenched as he shot his load onto the couch and floor. Wave after gut wretching wave of orgasm shook his body. At the height of it, his ass clamped down on my dick like a vise. I was fully encased in his ass as my own orgasm hit. Each pump of cum into his ass was greeted with another groan. As his ass relaxed a little, I was able to pull back and ram my dick in his bowels to shoot more cum. The pressure forced a leakage of cum around my dick and dripping down his balls.

As the last spasm washed over us, we pulled apart and collapsed on the floor. His ass cheeks remained spread from the pounding I had given him. His ass hole was red and sore looking with a steady trickle of cum. He rolled over and planted another kiss on me. I reached up and pulled the blanket off the couch to cover us as we drifted off to sleep.

When I awoke, he was gone. I never even got his name. In his wake, he left a new passion in my life. I had found what I was missing from my life. I kept an eye out for him, but never saw him again. Even today, the sight of a blue windbreaker stirs passion in my groin. I have moved on in my new exploration of man to man sex. I have fucked and sucked young and old through the years, and even learned the pleasures of getting my own ass pummeled with a stiff rod now and then. I don't know if I can ever recreate that unbridled passion of the first time, but I am happy with my new sex life.

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You have posted a lot of stories - but this is the first one that really worked for me.

Very real with the taste of the salt water - the surprise at how much he loved doing it - event he line about offers from college room mates but never did more than jack off...

Thanks -

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