After 12 weeks of hard training, I graduated from boot camp in San Diego. I’m in a holding status awaiting orders for my first training school. So, that means I check in every morning and usually have the rest of the day to myself. I use that opportunity to go to the beach and get some color on my body. My fit 5’10” and 160# frame needs some sun and the beach is a perfect getaway. I slip into a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers with my speedos underneath. I figured out the bus schedule to get me to the beach and back. I pile my clothes on my towel and swim in the surf. Returning to the towel to let the sun dry and bake my hairy body.
I was at a bus stop not far from the beach I frequent on a Friday afternoon. I was sitting on the bench waiting for the bus when this guy walks up. I glanced over at him, noticing he’s built about the same as me with a shaggy mop of sandy blond hair. He was dressed in a tank top, shorts and sandals. I nodded to him and he did the same back. We sat on opposite sides of the bench, minding our own business.
“Military?” He asked.
“Yeah.” I replied.
“Where you stationed?”
“Naval training center, waiting orders.”
“Cool. You wanna wrestle?”
That one stunned me, it came out of the blue. I hesitated a bit, but said, “sure. When and where?”
“The beach.” He said, standing.
“Okay.” I said, standing to follow.
We stood and walked back to the beach. We arrived at the beach just before sundown. I could hear the roar of the Pacific hitting the beach. The beach was deserted when we got to the bottom. He turned to me and peeled off his shirt, shorts and sandals. He was wearing a blue speedo. I did the same and we faced each other, me in my black speedo, eyeing each other’s bodies. He had a slender build, smooth chest, well defined pecs and abs and a thin ‘happy trail’ of light brown hair disappearing into his shorts. It matched the shaggy mop on his head. I also had a well defined chest and gut, from 12 weeks of push-ups and running, but hair on my chest and a thicker trail of dark brown hair.
We crouched to a wrestler’s stance and slowly circled each other. When we were close enough, we clasped hands in a test of strength. We pushed and shoved each other in the still warm sand. Our eyes were locked on each other as we strained against each other. He suddenly broke free and lunged at me. Taken by surprise, he tackled me and took us to the sand. I wrapped my arms around him as we hit the sand. I quickly locked my hairy legs around his not so hairy ones and tried to roll us over. He spread his legs and I struggled to either unseat him or roll him over. Our bodies were rubbing and grinding together. The bulges in our speedos were growing the more we struggled. I was relieved to feel his cock grow thick and hard next to my hardening cock. I managed to plant my feet and bridge. This unbalanced him and he toppled to one side. I rolled with him and took the top position.
He used the momentum in his favor and rolled us again. Two can play that game and we rolled back and forth across the sand. Our cocks were fully erect and poking out of the waistband of our speedos. I could feel his bare cock head rubbing against my hairy belly. He released me and pushed away. I rolled to my feet, ready for another attack. He stood, stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his speedos and pushed them off. Tossing them aside, he stood before me nude with his hands on his hips, his throbbing 6” cock bobbing from a thick nest of light brown hair. I quickly pushed off my speedos and took a similar stance, my 5” boner sprouting from a wild patch of dark brown pubes.
I charged this time and tried for a bearhug. He twisted his body and caught me in a vice like headlock. I had little choice but to retaliate in kind. As we struggled across the sand, we both got excellent views of our throbbing cocks. I couldn’t resist the temptation and reached across and grabbed his hard tool. I had only stroked once or twice before he grabbed my cock and jacked me off. We danced around some more, squeezing each other necks and jacking each other off when our legs tangled and we toppled to the sand. We landed in a heap of arms, legs and cocks. I struggled to roll him over and lock my legs with his, but he was quicker. He pounced on top of me and locked our legs together. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against mine. I thought I would blow my load right there, but concentrated on fighting. I managed to roll us over and pin him to the sand. I ground my hard dick into his and felt my hairy balls press against his. We rolled and ground our throbbing cocks together. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer, but tried to make him cum first. I knew I had him when I heard his breath start to get shorter and I could feel his balls tighten. I knew his climax was near. His body tensed suddenly, he gasped and his cock exploded in a geyser of hot creamy goo. Load after load erupted from his cock and coated our bellies. I wasn’t far behind him. His cock was still spewing when mine erupted in a massive load of cum. It had been building for a while. We humped and ground our cocks together until we were limp and dry. I rolled off of him and lay beside him with one of my legs across his. I don’t know how long we lay there, but when we stirred it was nearly dark. I got to my feet and reached down to help him up.
He took my hand and got to his feet. He held my hand and led us to the water. We waded into the still warm water and washed the cum, sweat and sand from our bodies. After wading back out we used my towel to dry each other. Once dry, he leaned in and grabbed my limp cock and began to stroke. I grabbed his and did the same as he leaned into me. Our lips brushed, parted and meshed together. I felt his tongue slide past mine as mine slid past his. Jacking with one hand, the other on each other asses and our tongues wrestling between us we were soon hard and horny again.
He lay back on the sand and pulled me with him. I hovered over his rock hard dick and turned my body to straddle his face. As I leaned down and swallowed his cock, his lips sucked my hard tool in his mouth. I felt his nose bury into my hairy balls as his pubes tickled my chin. We lay there in a hot 69, slurping each other’s hard cocks to yet another mutual orgasm. We came at the same time and swallowed every drop of each other’s creamy goo. We sucked each other limp and dry.
As we dressed, he stuck out his hand.
“Name’s Jake, by the way.” He said.
“Joe.” I said, taking his hand in a firm grip. “Good fight. Let’s do it again.”
Farjust7328 (0)
30/5/2014 22:52Nice story! ;)
moremuscle (0)
03/2/2014 23:06Great story man... love the beach scene.
aceknee (1)
03/2/2014 20:58was very good til the 69 part. No offense, but that position is a turn off, in my opinion
joeran (3)
29/1/2014 01:36After 12 weeks of hard training, I graduated from boot camp in San Diego. I’m in a holding status awaiting orders for my first training school. So, that means I check in every morning and usually have the rest of the day to myself. I use that opportunity to go to the beach and get some color on my body. My fit 5’10” and 160# frame needs some sun and the beach is a perfect getaway. I slip into a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers with my speedos underneath. I figured out the bus schedule to get me to the beach and back. I pile my clothes on my towel and swim in the surf. Returning to the towel to let the sun dry and bake my hairy body.
I was at a bus stop not far from the beach I frequent on a Friday afternoon. I was sitting on the bench waiting for the bus when this guy walks up. I glanced over at him, noticing he’s built about the same as me with a shaggy mop of sandy blond hair. He was dressed in a tank top, shorts and sandals. I nodded to him and he did the same back. We sat on opposite sides of the bench, minding our own business.
“Military?” He asked.
“Yeah.” I replied.
“Where you stationed?”
“Naval training center, waiting orders.”
“Cool. You wanna wrestle?”
That one stunned me, it came out of the blue. I hesitated a bit, but said, “sure. When and where?”
“The beach.” He said, standing.
“Okay.” I said, standing to follow.
We stood and walked back to the beach. We arrived at the beach just before sundown. I could hear the roar of the Pacific hitting the beach. The beach was deserted when we got to the bottom. He turned to me and peeled off his shirt, shorts and sandals. He was wearing a blue speedo. I did the same and we faced each other, me in my black speedo, eyeing each other’s bodies. He had a slender build, smooth chest, well defined pecs and abs and a thin ‘happy trail’ of light brown hair disappearing into his shorts. It matched the shaggy mop on his head. I also had a well defined chest and gut, from 12 weeks of push-ups and running, but hair on my chest and a thicker trail of dark brown hair.
We crouched to a wrestler’s stance and slowly circled each other. When we were close enough, we clasped hands in a test of strength. We pushed and shoved each other in the still warm sand. Our eyes were locked on each other as we strained against each other. He suddenly broke free and lunged at me. Taken by surprise, he tackled me and took us to the sand. I wrapped my arms around him as we hit the sand. I quickly locked my hairy legs around his not so hairy ones and tried to roll us over. He spread his legs and I struggled to either unseat him or roll him over. Our bodies were rubbing and grinding together. The bulges in our speedos were growing the more we struggled. I was relieved to feel his cock grow thick and hard next to my hardening cock. I managed to plant my feet and bridge. This unbalanced him and he toppled to one side. I rolled with him and took the top position.
He used the momentum in his favor and rolled us again. Two can play that game and we rolled back and forth across the sand. Our cocks were fully erect and poking out of the waistband of our speedos. I could feel his bare cock head rubbing against my hairy belly. He released me and pushed away. I rolled to my feet, ready for another attack. He stood, stuck his thumbs in the waistband of his speedos and pushed them off. Tossing them aside, he stood before me nude with his hands on his hips, his throbbing 6” cock bobbing from a thick nest of light brown hair. I quickly pushed off my speedos and took a similar stance, my 5” boner sprouting from a wild patch of dark brown pubes.
I charged this time and tried for a bearhug. He twisted his body and caught me in a vice like headlock. I had little choice but to retaliate in kind. As we struggled across the sand, we both got excellent views of our throbbing cocks. I couldn’t resist the temptation and reached across and grabbed his hard tool. I had only stroked once or twice before he grabbed my cock and jacked me off. We danced around some more, squeezing each other necks and jacking each other off when our legs tangled and we toppled to the sand. We landed in a heap of arms, legs and cocks. I struggled to roll him over and lock my legs with his, but he was quicker. He pounced on top of me and locked our legs together. I could feel his hard cock throbbing against mine. I thought I would blow my load right there, but concentrated on fighting. I managed to roll us over and pin him to the sand. I ground my hard dick into his and felt my hairy balls press against his. We rolled and ground our throbbing cocks together. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer, but tried to make him cum first. I knew I had him when I heard his breath start to get shorter and I could feel his balls tighten. I knew his climax was near. His body tensed suddenly, he gasped and his cock exploded in a geyser of hot creamy goo. Load after load erupted from his cock and coated our bellies. I wasn’t far behind him. His cock was still spewing when mine erupted in a massive load of cum. It had been building for a while. We humped and ground our cocks together until we were limp and dry. I rolled off of him and lay beside him with one of my legs across his. I don’t know how long we lay there, but when we stirred it was nearly dark. I got to my feet and reached down to help him up.
He took my hand and got to his feet. He held my hand and led us to the water. We waded into the still warm water and washed the cum, sweat and sand from our bodies. After wading back out we used my towel to dry each other. Once dry, he leaned in and grabbed my limp cock and began to stroke. I grabbed his and did the same as he leaned into me. Our lips brushed, parted and meshed together. I felt his tongue slide past mine as mine slid past his. Jacking with one hand, the other on each other asses and our tongues wrestling between us we were soon hard and horny again.
He lay back on the sand and pulled me with him. I hovered over his rock hard dick and turned my body to straddle his face. As I leaned down and swallowed his cock, his lips sucked my hard tool in his mouth. I felt his nose bury into my hairy balls as his pubes tickled my chin. We lay there in a hot 69, slurping each other’s hard cocks to yet another mutual orgasm. We came at the same time and swallowed every drop of each other’s creamy goo. We sucked each other limp and dry.
As we dressed, he stuck out his hand.
“Name’s Jake, by the way.” He said.
“Joe.” I said, taking his hand in a firm grip. “Good fight. Let’s do it again.”
Oh yeah, definitely.” Jake replied.
“I’m here almost everyday.” I said.
“I’ll be watching for you.” Jake said.
rassler (4)
03/2/2014 16:22(em resposta à...)
Very hot! Thanks for posting.