A Spring Adventure

The breach was completely deserted when I arrived. The spring sun was shining from an intense blue sky and I felt good being alone. I needed some peace and quiet.


I placed my things beside the towel, slipped off my swimming trunks, laid down and relaxed, keen on getting some sun. Enjoying the warmth of the spring sun caressing my body, I must have dosed off, relaxing in the warmth of the sun, because I woke up with a gigantic hard-on, feeling so horny that I would have to cool down or jack myself off.

How long I had dosed off, I don't know, because I hadn't brought my watch, but I was rather drowsy from the time in the sun. At that exact moment I notice a silhouette walking along the beach in my direction. With a reflex of prudence I turned over, lying on my stomach, hiding my hard-on, which insisted on my attention, as I tried to forget it and focus on the silhouette coming closer by the minute. Trying to ignore with throbbing cock, hidden away in my swimming trunks, I began to fantasize about the silhouette as it neared my spot on the otherwise empty beach. It was hard to see any definitive features, but the silhouette's outline indicated that it was a male, big and tanned with curly hair. The silhouette had a relaxed walk, and he seemed to be enjoying the small waves reaching the edge of the beach, where he walked.

When the silhouette arrived at the spot, where I was lying, he turned towards me, walked to my spot and laid down in the sand next to me, letting his fluorescent green swimming trunks slide slowly down over his crotch and his long muscular legs until he was completely naked! He stretched out in the warm sand and yawned, offering me a total view of his firm body.

"Como esta? Muy bien?"

Well... my Spanish being a bit weak at the moment, I gave him the thumbs up, letting him know that everything was shipshape. As he closed his eyes and pretended to dose off, he gave me a chance to really examine the hot male basking in the warm sand next to me. And he was hot as hell: his curly jet-black hair, three days worth of stubbles, a beautiful hairy chest from where the curly black hairs winded down his muscular stomach towards his crotch where his cock, which seemed to be semi erect - as far as I could determine from my current position - was lying gently against his right thigh!

The view and the closeness of this hot male troubled me enormously, as I felt my own cock swell and grow beneath me, aching for some much needed attention.

Without warning he opened his eyes and met my gaze, and he emerald green eyes sank into mine without as much as a hesitation or a blink. I have seldom seen anyone more inviting than the unknown Spanish guy lying naked with a growing hard-on next to me.

Without saying a word he invited me to follow him into the waves of the Atlantic Ocean. Again my Danish upbringing reminded me that it wasn't a good idea to be walking around butt naked on a public beach in the northern part of Spain, even if we seemed to be the only ones there at the moment, so I grabbed my swimming trunks, pulled them on and tried desperately to organize my hardened cock in such a way that it wouldn't be too obvious that the naked guy was turning me on. But little did it help; by now my cock was rock hard and throbbing against the thin fabric of the swimming trunks, and my prudence and my obvious failure of hiding my hard-on made the unknown guy laugh out loud. His laugh revealed a perfect set of shining white teeth and an honest laugh, making me feel totally idiotic, and without a second thought I slipped off the swimming trunks again and followed him to the edge of the salty water.

Barely had I reach the edge of the water, before my newfound Adonis splotched water all over me before he dived into the big bleu, leaving me alone, feeling wet and a bit disappointed. He soon returned to the surface and we spend a nice moment playing around in the water, spraying each other with water, brushing each other's bodies every so slightly, scuffling and playing. I was sure he was tried his best to be gentle and I could feel his cock brush against my thighs even so often.

After a pleasant moment in the water we went back to my towel, and before I could lie down, he grabbed my hand and led me away from the open beach and towards the sand dunes. My heart began to pound in my chest.

Quiet rapidly he had found us a hollow spot in one of the larger dunes and we lay down, side by side, on my towel. The sun was even warmer here because the mild breeze couldn't reach us in the hollow, and we were totally protected from prying eyes. Though I didn't see anyone at the beach beside us; perhaps it was still too early in the season?

Before I had time to think of what was going to happen, I felt his hands on my thighs. He began to dry my wet body and remove the sand which clung to my skin with his smooth hands. His touch was smooth and gentle all over my aching body. He was very skilled leading to believe that he was either a physiotherapist or a professional masseur. Needless to point out that hi caresses affected my cock - it sometimes seem to lead a life of its own - and it quickly rose to the occasion, beginning to leak precum.

I was getting hotter by the minute. And then he totally surprised me by leaning forward and beginning to cases me with his curly hair. His curls floated down my belly reaching my cock and then my nuts. It was totally wild... I was so horny by then; I grabbed my cock and smeared the precum all over his handsome face. He seemed to like it as he kept caressing me and giving me small lick with the tip of his tongue, giving me a titillating feeling all over.

Gently he began to b nipple me, starting at my aching nuts and slowly making his way towards the head of my swollen cock; his lips remained only half opened when he reached the head. Wow, what a sensation! This was the beginning of one of the best blowjobs I have ever had. He really knew what he was doing! And moreover he loved it. Several times I was on the brink of shooting my load, when he eased off ever so slightly, without letting go of my cock and balls.

Obviously, it was too good to be true, because the curly haired guy had other ideas in his head.

Suddenly, without any warning, he let go of my hard cock, leaving it exposed to the harsh sunlight. It glistened wet and slippery of his saliva. And then he grabbed both of our cocks in his hand, robbing them together, finding a slow rhythm, very slow indeed, that we both enjoyed. His cock was thicker and longer than mine, even though it wasn't fully erect yet. The closeness between us and the feeling of his cock against mine, the touch of his gentle hand robbing back and forth, his fingers slowing down and playing with the precum from our cocks, and his other hand playing hide and seek with our balls, was really getting to me.

God he was handsome, kneeling in the sun with both our cocks in his hand, the sun playing in his curls, giving them a different color everything the light shifted. Not a single second did his green eyes detached themselves from mine.

Little by little, with an infinite gentleness, he accelerated the jacking pace, and it was clear that he wanted us to come at the same time. I grabbed his tight as checks with both my hands and saw his excitement rose; he speeded out the pace another notch and used both hands on our cocks. His breath accelerated as did mine, he began to pant, and I followed his pace and growing pleasure. In an explosion we both came almost at the same time, big goblets of his white sticky cum hit my chest and chin, and mine hit his belly, running slowly down towards his cock.

After the last shot of man juice he fell laid down next to me, totally satisfied.

I must have dosed off again because when I woke up, he was gone without a trace. I looked everywhere for him, but he had vanished.

Every morning the rest of my stay I went to the breach, but he didn't return. There was no sight of him. Nada!

In the Wagon of the Gendarmes

Stopping at a picnic area along the motorway I just had time to notice the number plate of the car whose bumper had kissed mine through the heavy rain. And what a strange coincidence it was to see that the car, or wagon which it turned out to be, belonged to the gendarmes who were also present at the picnic area.

Rapidly I ran over to the wagon and explained to the gendarme in the driver seat that he had hit my car, the rain drumming the roof of the wagon and me. The gendarme invited me inside and talk, opening the back door of the wagon. The interior of the wagon was equipped as a small on the road office where the gendarme had entered by the sliding door, leading from the driver seat to the back. Sitting in front of the portable computer he asked for my driver's licence and social security number, so that he could report the incident.

It was in June, and despite the warm rain, the atmosphere in the back of the wagon was somewhat suffocating and warm. The gendarme seemed to be suffering from the heat because his blue shirt clung to his chest, revealing two hard nipples underneath, and a faint patch of fresh sweat was beginning to show at his armpits. He wasn't bad looking, this gendarme, in his early thirties, with his brow hair in a characteristic army like haircut, a thin goatee enhancing his full lips. I didn't remain insensible to the looks he gave me nor to his wide, persisting smile.

There was a smell of fresh male sweat in the small cabin, and I quickly realized why. Next to a bag full of used sports clothes stood a pair of worn out trainers each of them containing a previously white sock.

It was impossible for me to resist the temptation to inhale the lecherous smell from the trainers. I dropped my car keys on the floor of the wagon on purpose in order to bent over and smell the socks as I picked up my car keys. The trainers seemed to be huge as I closed in for a thorough inspection, at least a 13 or 13½.

I have to admit I am and have always been a size queen, and as the rule goes, big nose, big hands and big feet are an almost sure indication of a big – or even huge – cock. And these trainers were huge, indicating that the owner had something huge tucked away in his pants. Something that I would love to get my hands on...

I didn't think that the gendarme had seen me investigating the size of his trainers, but he caught me by surprise following my gaze. The sound of his masculine voice brought me back to the back of the wagon, forgetting all my lewd daydreams. His eyes held mine a moment before he eyed my crotch. My cowboy shorts couldn't hide my present state; my cock was hard against the fabric, trying to fight its way out of the confinement.

The situation was rather delicate, and I was not sure how to react, and then suddenly I realized that the gendarme was ostentatiously caressing the huge lump of hardening meat, lying down his left thigh. At the same time he apologized for sweating, but he was extremely hairy all over and it was rather warm in the back of the wagon. And I could only agree with him, as he started unbuttoning his blue shirt, slowly revealing his hard pecs and dark nipples.

He kept caressing the huge lump between his legs through the thin fabric, and the lump hardened and grew, slowly but surely. This was really happening; this muscular hunk was getting undressed in front of me. I was intoxicated to the smell and the sight.

The gendarme turned his chair a bit to the right giving me a full view of his hidden goods, tucked away in his pants. I could distinguish his huge cock and a pair of balls that seemed to belong to a horse and not a man. A small nod from him was all the invitation I needed. With a timid hand I began to loosen his belt, and he gave me room by spreading his legs further apart. Without hesitation I pulled his blue shirts out of his pants and grubbed his hairy chest with my free hand.

I made contact with a torso that was humid and hard. At the same time his cock kept on growing, swallowing to gargantuan dimensions and the outline of it underneath the think fabric was clearly visible. Finally I had opened the belt and began to unzip his pants. He rose, letting his pants fall down around his ankles. His cock was totally hard, leaving a small humid spot of precum on the front of his boxer shorts. I rapidly freed the trapped beast; the huge cock presented itself in all its might and glory, standing erect and reaching above his navel.

The growth of the hair was just as opulent in his crotch as it was on his chest. I gulped first one and then the other of his huge, hairy balls. My tongue left a trail of saliva as I made my inspection of his crotch. And then I turned my attention towards the head of the monumental piece of man meat. A large vein snaked its way down the shaft and I followed it from the head all the way down, until my nostrils encountered his ample pubic hair. With a lot of lust and an even part of determination I managed to swallow all of this gigantic cock, much to my own amazement as the amazement of the gendarme, who saw his manhood disappear down my narrow throat.

With all of his long and thick cock buried in my throat, the door of the wagon opened. I should have thought about it; I have never seen a gendarme on patrol on his own, and I guess I never will. Of course he was not alone, there were always two or more gendarmes patrolling together. I tried to ease of the huge cock filling my mouth and throat, but the gendarme, who was obviously enjoying all the intense attention, grabbed me by the ears and forced me back down over the swollen cock, preventing me from turning around and eyeing the newcomer.

The gendarme, who was viciously fucking my face, told his friend to join in, while the only thing I was able to do in my current situation was to swallow the huge cock I was so generously feed by the first gendarme. I identified some sounds behind me, indicating that the newcomer was quick to get undressed and take part in the action. He stood behind me, when my t-shirt literately exploded in two pieces between his strong hands. My shorts soon followed, leaving me butt naked in the back of the wagon with two horny gendarmes. Then his expert hands began to investigate my naked body. One of the hands soon found my prick, hard and longing for some attention. The hand rubbed my cock a few times before it disappeared again, leaving me wanting more.

Subsequently, the idle hands reached my arse cheeks, caressing them gentle, before they were separated and a rough finger found my hole and began working on it. Without warning the finger made its way inside and began its own investigation, and just as I was beginning to enjoy it, another finger joined in, renewing the sharp pain. The piercing investigation of my arse continued, until the second gendarme had four fingers buried inside of me, stretching my sphincter to new dimensions. And all the time I was trying to enjoy the fingers invading my butt, sucking the huge cock and preparing myself for what would come next.

The newcomer asked the first gendarme, if there was any lubricant in the wagon. Unfortunately there wasn't, but they came up with a solution; they would use my cum as lubricant. The second gendarme kept widening my sphincter while he jacked me off vigorously. I was so horny and totally ready to be fucked by the two gendarmes. The first gendarme withdrew his cock from my mouth, forcing me to suck his balls, while he slit his hand around his cock gently removing all the precum oozing out of the slit mixed with my plentiful saliva and smeared it into my crack, easing the way for the second gendarme's fingers. That did it for me, and I came into the hand of the second gendarme, who made sure to gather all the cum in the palm of his hand, smearing it onto his cock before ramming it into my arse.

He pressed on the small of my back, forcing me onto the floor. As I felt the head making its way through my sphincter, a sharp pain went through my arse and my lower back. I could feel a cock of monstrous proportions entering my narrow crack, and the only thing I could think of was getting the hell out of there. But before I could scream, the first gendarme rammed his cock down my throat again, leaving me no choice but to swallow. The head of the donkey sized cock entering my arse just kept on pushing forward, forcing my sphincter to open even wider.

My attempt to escape the intruding piece of man meat made it easier for the second gendarme to push forward, as he grabbed me by the hips, giving me a few forceful thrusts, and then my sphincter gave way and allowed the cock to enter; the gendarme, who was about to fuck my brains out, trusted forward with all his mighty force and rammed the cock all the way to the hilt. And then he stopped for a few seconds, giving me just about enough time to adjust to the huge cock invading my arse. But before I knew it, both of the gendarmes trusted forward and buried their cocks in my arse and my throat at the same time.

I felt the huge cock in my arse advancing inch by inch, filling me. Then the advancement stopped, and I figured that I had taken all of it. To be sure, I fondled my balls and made my way towards my crack to fell the second gendarme's nuts. But I couldn't find his balls. What i found was the large piece of meat sticking out my arse, and I realized that several inches were still outside. The advance began again and it continued for a moment, until I finally felt the second gendarme's balls hitting my crack.

I had two huge cock buried within me; one in my mouth, and the other one in my arse. And they both wanted to set the pace. The gendarme fucking me, began a slow, hard fucking rhythm, which slowly quickened, giving me no time to adjust. I felt big drops of sweat dripping down onto my back. After a few minutes the almost excruciating pain finally gave way to an intense pleasure, especially when the gorged head moved past my prostate. The gendarme fucking me began moving faster and faster, until he unleashed huge jets of cum deep in my arse, filling my man hole. The smell of the hot cum pushed me over the edge, and I cum on the floor of the tiny wagon. The gendarme still fucking my face was just about to reach climax, when the gendarme behind me pulled back and let his somewhat limp cock drop out of my sore arse, before he joined his colleague, smearing his cock over in my face, waiting for the mouth fucker to shoot his load.

We didn't have to wait long. The gendarme withdrew his cock, gave it a few jerks and shot a gigantic load all over my face. I swallowed as much as I could of the richly flavored juice, being somewhat distracted by the second gendarme's cock being showed around my face and the large amount of fresh cum.

After a few moments in total silence, I got dressed, and before I left the back of the gendarmes' wagon and thanked the two hot gendarmes, who were obviously heteros, or at least pretended to be, for their services, and much to my surprise they invited me to come back, when I was in need of their services...