Jones Beach
By
LaloGS
By
LaloGS
This story takes place back in the early 60s, so pardon the bareback sex.
Jones Beach was a long hot ride by train on the Long Island Railroad, then by bus to the beach. To get back to Manhattan, you had to be careful to leave the sun and surf in time to catch the last bus, to make the last train. In any case, it was all new to me on my first trip out there. I started early in the morning one Saturday during the peak beach season, because I’d heard through the grapevine it was a cheap version of Fire Island at the East end of the beach. Being always horny, I thought I might work on my tan and find a little action at the same time.
The bus finally dropped me and a hundred others, mostly families, off at the ramshackle old bath house. Inside, there were cubicles for changing out of street clothes, into swim wear, and back again. I found a cubicle, and stripped off my jeans and t-shirt. I stuffed them into my bag, and pulled on my swim trunks. I opened the door, and peeked out into the dim narrow hall. I noticed several men doing the same thing, that is, peeking up and down the hall. The guy nearest me was young, about my age, and looked Italian to me. I’m a dyed in the wool Midwesterner, tall and lanky with a shock of dishwater blond hair that hangs in my eyes most of the time. The Italian guy was shorter than me, but dark with angelic curly black hair. He smiled at me. I smiled back at him. He pulled his head into his cubicle, and motioned me to join him. I did.
When I stepped into the cubicle, he was standing there with nothing on but a towel held strategically in front of him. I could see from the tent, he was as horned up as I was. I pulled the door closed behind me, and he dropped the towel. I dropped to my knees, and admired his dark curlies with a nice six or seven inches of hard cock emerging from them. I sucked him down my throat, and he grabbed my head, and started humping my face. He seemed in a hurry. It was quick and dirty, and he came almost immediately. He told me to leave, because he had to get out onto the sand where his wife was waiting. I stood up, a hardon tenting my trunks, and stepped out into the hall.
A middle aged guy with a bit of a paunch motioned to me, and I followed him to his cubicle. He was wearing a towel wrapped around his waist, which he dropped as soon as I pulled the door shut. He bent over, and pulled his cheeks apart showing me he had a lubed up hole just waiting to be dicked. I obliged him, by pushing my elastic banded trunks down around my knees, and shoving my horny cock into him to the balls, He groaned, and I fucked him for several minutes until he came on the bench he was leaning over. I didn’t want to cum yet, so after he shot, I pulled out and asked him to clean my cock off with his tongue and towel. He thanked me and I pulled up my trunks and left.
I walked along the hall, and could hear sex taking place all around me. There didn’t seem to be anyone in charge of the place, so the men were having a great time doing what they wanted. I listened at one door where somebody was getting shafted royally, grunting like a pig with every thrust. It got me hard again, and I saw a good looking younger guy watching me from his doorway. I ambled over to him, and he reached out and groped my cock and balls. After stepping back into his cubicle, I followed him and saw he was wearing a pair of white cotton briefs. He had a pretty good sized dick at full mast in them, and I asked him if he wanted a blowjob. He whispered he was hoping to get fucked. I pulled my trunks down again, and he dropped his briefs and stepped out of them for me. He hadn’t lubed himself, but had a tube of lotion. I worked some into his hole, then slipped a couple of fingers in deep. He moaned a little, and pushed his butt back against my hand. Hot to trot. I pulled my fingers out, and slipped my eight inches into him little at a time until he had it all.
The fuck went on for several minutes, and he finally straightened up from his bent position, and tried to turn his head enough for me to kiss him on the mouth. We tongued the sweat off each other’s necks, and I felt him start to shudder as I thrust in and out of his hole with passion. He shot a rope of cum up from his stiff cock, and it landed on my shoulder. I thrust another shot out of him and this one strung itself across the bridge of my nose. A third heavy stream landed on his shoulder, and I licked it off while letting him finish his load. I pulled out without having cum. We kissed for a minute, and he cleaned his cum off my face and shoulder, then I left, wondering if I was ever going to get out into the sunshine and sea air.
A little further along, a guy in the nude with a kid on his lap was sitting on the bench in his cubicle, and motioned me to come in and join them. I shook my head no, and continued down the hall and turned the corner. A guy in what I took to be in his mid thirties was standing there leaning against a door jam with one of the biggest cocks I’d ever seen that wasn’t hard. He was nude, and his dark patch of chest and pubic hair nicely augmented his tan body, and muscular build. He looked me up and down and I looked him up and down, and he straightened up and pushed a cubicle door open and motioned me to come in with a toss of his head. I followed him, and pushed the door shut.
He was a take charge kind of guy, and pushed me up against the door and shoved his tongue down my throat. His hand was groping my cock and balls while he was pinching my tits with his free hand. My cock rose up, and I groped for his and found it rising to the occasion as well. After a minute of this silent groping and kissing, he started pushing my trunks to the floor, and hissed at me to take them off, because he wanted to fuck me. His cock was at full mast, and reminded me of one of those new double tall beer cans just out in the market. His cock head felt like a good sized peach in my hand, oozing precum like a fountain. I leaned down and sucked the slick stuff off the hot skin, and lapped at it for a moment.
Since I hadn’t lubed myself up I didn’t think I could take this monster cock up my ass, but the guy was insistent, and soon had himself slicked up with something oily he squeezed out of a tube. He wasted little time bending me over, and putting his big tool to work digging into my hole. I threw my head back, and felt him push in deep. I moaned, and he started to thrust into me. I loved the full tightness his big thick cock gave me, and soon enough I was pushing back against him begging for it all. When he came, he tried to jack me to cum with him, but I didn’t want to, and put my hand on his to stop him.
I explained I’d only been there for a few minutes, and wasn’t ready to cum yet. He shrugged and pulled his deflating cock out of my cum dripping hole, and then pushed my head down over the bench, and started rimming his load out of my butt. I almost came right then but with effort, and squeezing my nuts tight, put it off until he had all he wanted out of me.
I decided to rest for a while after he let me go, and headed out through the maze of cubicles to the beach. I spread my towel a few feet from a man and a woman sunbathing in the nude on theirs. The man shaded his eyes and looked at me as I spread my towel. He asked me if their nudity bothered me. I said no, and then laid down on the towel, and pulled my trunks off. I laid back and closed my eyes against the glare and rested my arm over my face. It wasn’t too long after I got comfortable before I felt rather than saw, a shadow fall across me. I raised my arm, and squinted at the silhouette standing over me. I thought it was the nude guy with the chick. I turned my head, and saw the woman sitting up on their towel watching the guy looking at me.
“Nice dick,” he said. I sat up. In that position, I could see he was pulling on his dick, making it hard.
“Yeah,” I said, laying a hand over mine. I felt a little embarrassed out in the open like that with people walking by and seeing everything.
“Mind if I have a taste?”
“What?” My arm was back up shading my eyes.
“Let me blow you.” I looked over at the woman.
“It’s alright, she likes to watch.” I looked down the beach where a family with several kids were eating lunch.
“Come with me. There’s a place behind the dunes where we can be more private if you embarrass easily.” He offered me his hand and I let him pull me up off the towel. He was strong, well built, and tanned all over. As he led the way through the beach plum, to a stand of trees beyond the dune line, I began to see other men standing here and there, mostly groping themselves or totally nude, and stroking off. Their stares followed the two of us until he pulled me into a shaded area under the branches of the trees, and dropped to his knees in the sand. His cock was standing tall, and he started to stroke himself as he lightly began to lick and suck at mine. After a bit of this he spit into the sand, and smiled up at me. “Gritty,” he said.
After he was satisfied he’d gotten the grit off, he started sucking me in earnest, and I couldn’t resist his hot sucking mouth. I grabbed his head, and started to face fuck him. I was lost in the moment, until I opened my eyes, and saw several men had gathered around to watch, and play with each other’s cocks. But I also saw the sucker’s woman friend standing there watching and fingering her cunt. For some reason all the attention we were getting made the blowjob hotter, and I felt my cum begin to boil up the shaft of my cock. I grunted, and started spewing my hot spunk into his sucking mouth.
When I finished, he stood up, and motioned to the woman who dropped down on all fours in front of him, and he dropped behind her, and shoved his cock into her cunt and fucked her like mad until he came. She was not finished yet, so he turned her over, and laid her on her back, and started sucking her pussy until she screamed and obviously had a climax.
Several of the guys stroking off around us, started to shoot their loads on her writhing nude body, covering her tits and belly with their ropes of hot cum. I wandered back to the beach, and laid down on my towel on my stomach, and soon dozed off. Sometime later, I felt a hand stroke across my buns, And turned over to see who it was. It was the guy who had fucked me in the cubicle. He was wearing a bathing suit now, but I could see he was sporting wood.
“You up for another fuck buddy? This beach makes me horny as hell.” I sat up, and looked around. The couple on the next towel were gone, although their stuff was still there. I was sort of dazed from all the sexual activity, and the hot sun. I squinted at him, and noticed for the first time he was wearing a wedding band.
“You’re married?” I knew married guys sometimes like to get blow jobs from men, but it had never occurred to me they might like to fuck a guy in the ass.
“What of it? The wife and kids are playing in the surf. I told her I had to go to the toilet. Let’s go. I don’t have a lot of time you know.” The thought of his big stiff cock riding up my hole again, made me start to get hard. I pulled on my trunks, and picked up my towel and followed a few steps behind him. Once inside the maze of the changing halls, he led me to the first empty one he could find, and pushed me through the door. He had me bent over, and started to rim me again before I had time to even let my eyes adjust to the dim light. My trunks were down around my ankles, and he was making sloppy wet love to my hole with his tongue.
“I forgot to bring my lotion with me. Spit is going to have to do for lube.” He stood up behind me, and I felt his hard cock slide up my ass crack a time or two before he took it in hand, and placed the head a my opening. With a hard thrust, he popped through, and I felt his beer can cock slide deep as it could go in one long motion. I groaned with his fullness in me again, and pushed back into his lap. He fucked me for several long strokes, whispering in my ear how tight my cunt was. Finally, he started to breathe heavily, and picked up his speed, thrusting and his thighs slapping against my ass in urgent rhythm. With a grunt, he stiffened his legs, and his big cock lifted me off the sandy concrete floor, and he came. I felt him shoot several hot loads into me before he slowly began to relax. He finally let out a long held breath, and slipped out of my hole.
“Man,” He huffed. “If I could fuck my wife like that once in a while, I wouldn’t need to do this with guys. She just doesn’t like my dick in her ass is all, and I do love a tight hole wrapped around my stiff dick.” He was wiping his limp cock with a piece of newspaper someone had left in the cubicle, and then he was gone. I sat on the bench, and wondered how long I could afford to stay before heading back to Manhattan. I must have drifted off after a bit, because the next I knew, it was getting dark.
I ran out onto the beach, and saw my stuff was gone. There were a few people still around, mostly guys obviously looking to hook up. Son of a bitch, I thought. I’m stuck now. I had my return bus and train tickets in my bag, not to mention my clothes and thirty four dollars. How the fuck was I going to get home. I sat down in the sand and mulled over my predicament, until a guy walked up to me and asked if I was OK.
“Somebody took my stuff. I don’t have a way to get back to Manhattan tonight.” He sat down beside me.
“Well, I live in Queens. Maybe we can work something out.” I looked at him. He wasn’t very good looking, but obviously gay.
“What did you have in mind?” He laid a palm on my bare leg.
“I’ve got my car, and I’m here with my friend. He’s around somewhere. We can go find him, and head back to the city.”
“Sounds good. I figured I’d be sleeping on the sand tonight. Thanks man. Anything I can do for you. . .” He chuckled.
“I’m sure we’ll think of something.” He stood up, and motioned for me to come with him. I got up and brushed sand off my legs, just as the sun began to dip below the horizon.
We walked around for a few minutes before he found his friend behind the dunes sucking off some older guy. We waited, watching until the old guy shot his load, and they parted company. Dave, my rescuer introduced me to Bill, his friend and quickly explained what had happened to me. We three walked back to the now nearly empty parking lot and got into their car. Bill drove, and Dave and I both got into the back seat.
We were still wearing our trunks, so there was a lot of skin exposed for touching. Bill started the engine, and headed out onto the highway, while Dave and I got down to what I knew would be our deal. He soon had my sandy trunks on the floor of the car, and was bent over my dick sucking me like a vacuum . He was good, and my tried dick was soon getting engorged with blood as he sucked. He pulled up off my hardening cock, and smacked his lips and leaned over the front seat where he told Bill he was going to let me fuck him.
He pulled his trunks off, and after some cramped maneuvering, he sat down on my spike, and began to hump my cock like he’d done it all before. I looked up and could see Bill watching us in he rearview mirror, and I could see his hand was pumping something in his lap. Cars passed us, and I looked over to see a kid watching us intently as his dad slowly accelerated past us on the highway.
I reached around Dave’s hips, and groped for his dick, and found a nice handful straining against my palm. I gripped it tight, and let him do the work. We must have driven thirty miles before he groaned and I felt his hard cock in my fist throb and cream the back of the seat. He seemed to deflate as he relaxed back against me, my still hard dick thrust up inside him.
“Fuck man that was hot!” He pulled off me as I started to deflate, and rummaged around until he found his trunks on the floor. He pulled them on over what were obviously tired legs, and then up over his limp and oozing dick. After a bit, he leaned over the front seat again, and asked Bill if he wanted a shot.
“Pull over at that McDonalds, and we’ll get something to eat, and switch places.” Bill did as he was told, and the three of us ordered big Mac Combos, and once through the drive through, parked on the back lot to eat our food. The guys told me they had been together since high school, which had been for eight years now, but that they didn’t really dig having sex together any more. They really liked going out together to see what they could find. Sometimes they shared their encounters, but often didn’t, since they both had different likes and dislikes. But it was clear the neither one disliked me. Bill was all horned up from watching Dave fuck himself on me, and couldn’t wait to get his turn.
After we dumped the trash through Ronald McDonald’s mouth, Bill climbed into the back with me while Dave took the wheel. We hit the now dark highway with the lights of the city winking at us through the windshield. In the back seat, Bill soon had my trunks off and on the floor with his. He had a pretty good sized cock, and it was hard as steel.
“I hope you like dick, because I like ass.” He nuzzled my neck, and then went down on my soft cock, sucking me up hard in no time. He worked a finger under me and was forcing it up my hole as he sucked me. After a few minutes of this activity, he began to push me into a more favorable position so he could play with my butt. He was giving me shivers with his fingers, and I realized he was working spit into me. After a while, he got up onto the seat behind me, and I felt his cock head nudge my opening.
“Ready guy,” I grunted yes, and he shoved it into me in one long stroke. After he was in, we stayed in that position letting us both adjust. After a while, he began to fuck me slow and deep. The road was packed with cars headed back to the Island after the day of sun and surf. I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to watch the passengers in the ther cars when they figured out what was happening in ours. And just enjoyed Bill fucking me. When he finally came, he was quick to pull out of me and asked me to clean him off with my mouth. I had done that a few time before for guys, so didn’t mind doing Bill as well. I mean, after all, these guys had saved me from sleeping on the beach.
As we got closer to Manhattan, Dave asked me where I wanted to go, and took me there. They dropped me right in front of my apartment building and stayed with me until I roused the super to let me into my place after having to explain why we were all in swimming trunks and had no keys to my apartment. I poured Bill and Dave each a stiff shot of whiskey, and we exchanged numbers, and made plans to hit Jones Beach again the next weekend if the weather was good.
They left, and I’d just stepped out of the shower, washing the cum and sand off my body when there was a tapping at my door. I wrapped a towel around my waist figuring it was my gay neighbor across the hall wanting to hear about the beach trip. When I peered through the spy hole, I saw it was the building Super back again. Maybe he had a spare key for me. I opened the door a crack, expecting him to hand me the key, but he was standing there, squeezing his dick in his pants.
“Hey man,” he whispered. “You up to taking care of this for me? The ol’ lady’s on the rag, and I got a pair of blue balls.”
“What the hey,” I stepped back, and let him into my little living room. I put him on the couch, and got on my knees between his legs. I reached for his zipper, and worked it down. He fished round inside his pants, and then pulled out a beautiful uncircumsized cock about seven inches long and thick as a wrist. I let him have just what he wanted . And then, he wanted it a second time. When he had pumped me full of all he had, he asked me if he could see me now and again, because he hadn’t had a good blowjob like that since he had left Puerto Rico, where he had a friend.
I slept like a baby after he left, and dreamed of Jones Beach.
The End
