I was comfortably ensconced in one of the driftwood condos that line the trail above the high water mark.

I had arrived an hour or more before and carried my gear down the steep trail from the parking area to the beach. As soon as I hit the sand at the bottom of the trail I stripped and packed my shirt and shorts into the folded chair. I made my way north following the trail that weaves in and out between the driftwood condos checking out the occupants that had arrived before me. Most of the occupied condos were inhabited by single men but some by pairs or threesomes. I didn’t observe any m/f couples or any action but it was early.

A ten minute walk put me in front of my favorite condo. Its not substantially different from any other but I like the topography of the beach in front of it. It was vacant so I moved in. I made some minor but necessary repairs to the condo before kicking off my shoes and setting up my umbrella and chair. The day was not particularly hot but the sun was bright and the breeze light.

Now I lounged in the chair and waited to see what entertainment the afternoon would provide. I cracked open a beer and idly stroked my cock to keep it semi erect as an invitation to the other nude men that cruised the trail in front of me.

From time to time I cruised up and down the trail all the while stroking to maintain my semi erect state. Made a couple of trips down to the edge of the water for the benefit of the clothed fishermen wading in the shallows. More of the condos contained more than one man now. The action was starting to pick up.

30 yards to the north I noticed a man standing next to a condo. He was obviously watching the occupants of the condo, action I couldn’t see from my condo. I walked down and stood next to him. Inside the condo 2 men were entangled in a hot 69 session. My new friend and I were soon vigorously stroking ourselves and watching each other as well as the men in the condo. Other men strolled by to catch a glimpse of the action. Some paused momentarily for a better look, at them and at us. I didn’t want to cum yet so after 5 minutes more or less I left my new friend and went back to my condo to settle down a bit.

10 minutes passed before my friend turned away from the action and strolled toward my condo. As he passed I noticed his hard-on was flagging a bit. I asked if he had gotten off, he smiled shyly but shook his head no. I watched as he continued by. He was 10 yards south when he turned back to me and paused.

He came back, stood just outside of my condo and mumbled something I couldn’t understand. “Excuse me? I couldn’t hear what you said.” He repeated, “Can I masturbate you?” “Sure, come on in.”

He walked through the entrance and sat on the sand between my legs. He very gently touched my cock. He explored me with his fingers rather than seriously masturbating me. He ran his fingers lightly over my cock head, my shaft, my balls. He gently probed at my slit with a finger. He lightly stroked my thighs and groin all the while intently studying my now fully erect cock. It wasn’t exciting enough to get me off but his fingers felt really good. He asked what I put on my cock to make it feel “like this”, I told him it was the sunscreen, thats a bad place to get a sunburn.

I looked down at his rigid cock, it was drooling. A puddle of pre-cum had formed on his thigh. I had immediately interpreted his original question to mean “can we jack off each other” and thought that maybe he’d let me suck his cock as part of the deal. I made eye contact with him then pointedly stared down at his dripping tool, “Do you want some help with that?” He nodded. “Can I suck it?” He shook his head no. I reached down and took hold of his stiff cock.

I’ve always found mutual masturbation a difficult endeavor. The angles always feel awkward to me. I was much less gentle with him than he was being with me. I took a firm grip and seriously stroked him, I fondled his tight sack with my free hand. He groaned and leaned back releasing my cock. I slipped out of my chair and knelt in the sand next to him to get a better grip.

Again I offered to suck his cock and again he declined. I shifted to a two handed grip on his cock and picked up the pace. In seconds I stopped stroking him, I didn’t need to any more, he was literally fucking my fists. His body stiffened and he groaned and the cum poured from him. It flooded over my hands. He flopped back into the sand and lay there eyes closed and panting as I gave him a few more gentler tugs and a soft squeeze to milk the last few drops of cum from his still hard cock. He opened his eyes and looked up at me, I licked his cum from my fingers and the backs of my hands. He looked startled.

He lay there for a minute before rising. He mumbled a thank you and walked straight out to the water to rinse off. I finished cleaning my hands. Wasn’t as good as it would have been if he had let me blow him but it was good. I would have cleaned him too if I thought he would have allowed me too. I hate to waste good cum….

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Exciting but frustrating!

Be challenging to see that puddle of precum and not be able to suck it.

But it is funny the "rules" some guys make for themselves. "If it is just masturbation with a guy it is not cheating" or "if a guy blows me but I don't blow him I am not gay"

And though that would have been frustrating it was still more fun than all alone in front of your computer!

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