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It Began at the Beach

It was a great day at the beach. The temp was in the high eighties with little or no wind and the surf was high enough there were tons of people body surfing. I was up on the boardwalk looking at all of this when I noticed a young guy about nineteen near me looking at the same thing I was. Guys and gals in very seductive bathing suits frolicking in the sand below us. There was a beach volley ball game in progress and the bodies on the participants were to die for.

I moved a few feet closer to the young guy and said something to the effect of

Some of the bodies down there are unbelievable.

He was almost drooling looking at them and replied

You said it. Look at that one in the pale green suit. Her tits are the size of cantaloupes.

He was dead right. Big tits and small tight ass and from where we were she looked very pretty. At least we could see a smile on her that would light up a room.

The game was getting fierce with elbows flying in every direction. One of the gals dove to get the ball and the top of her suit was dragged down by the sand and when she stood both of her breasts was uncovered. She casually rearranged her suit but not before every guy on the beach near the game had a good look. The guy alongside of me almost jumped off the boardwalk to be down among them.

Holy shit did you see that? he asked.

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Rob and Dan

Dinner was over the patio table was cleared the dishes washed and Marty and Billy were sprawled on the couch watching television. Rob was having a last swim and Dr. Dan Baxter sat in a chair staring out the patio door. Staring in fact at Rob Sheridan attorney friend and the focus of many an erotic dream. The muscular body powered its way through the water to the far end of the pool turned and headed back. He climbed out water rolling off his sculpted torso beading in the light nest of mahogany hair on his chest running in rivulets down the strong legs. He wiped off the water with a towel and stretched out on a lounger turning his face up to the sun.

Billy started yawning and Marty sent him to bed. I ll be there in a minute and we ll go to sleep. And I do mean sleep. Damn horn dog he added in a low voice.

Dan was aware of his son s words but the focus of his attention was still on Rob. He jumped when Marty poked him in the arm.

Wipe your chin Dad. You re drooling.

Dan cleared his throat. I was just thinking.

Uh-huh. Thinking he s a good-looking nice and available man? You two get along. I ve even seen him gazing longingly at you if I m not mistaken. What more could you ask for? Show me how it s done Dad. Make your move.

Marty really. I don t know him that well and I doubt he was gazing longingly. If only.

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Hofner at the Coffee Shop

I first saw Hoffner at the coffee shop sitting with his Sunday Morning group of friends. They always had a great time laughing and teasing each other. I wished I had a close group of friends that would meet like this. He always smiled whenever I saw him beautiful smile. After a while he started saying hi and then I we exchanged names. He was around 60 years old but still strong and in shape for his age. He had powerful thighs nice blond-ish grey down covering them and he always wore jean shorts tight and short not these stupid shorts that looked like pants. He had a great bulge nice round balls big and full. I could barely breath looking at them. He was slightly balding in a good way pale blue eyes and a face that smiled broadly with a thick white moustache. I found more and more I couldn t stop staring at him and his mammoth bulge. I would fantasize while talking to him about getting on my knees and slowly peeling down his shorts and softly chewing on his delicious balls through the cotton of his briefs. It made me wet thinking about it. One day I came to the coffee shop and he was there all alone. I sat down across from him and we started chatting about fishing. It was really hot and all he had on was a white t-shirt and his ever present jean shorts tight against his bristling manhood. His short has faint traces of sweat and it clung to his nipples and silvery chest hair it was so hot I could barely think and found myself repeatedly staring at his balls. I Read the rest of this entry »