After I posted my previous blog, it was kind of premature - like a premature cumming! -. Well, today the weatherman said - slightly chilly, about 16 Celsius, clear skies, slight wind. Well, a bit nippy once I got there, but nothing that could stop an ardent, dedicated, lonely 70-year old wanker from engaging his favorite pastime, alone, for many kilometers. Unlike other times, the "hot zone" of unashamed, uninhibited male sex with mostly strangers, for all to see - empty, not a soul. So I was the only one enjoying myself and nature, one on one - buck naked, sand a bit chilly, pine needles massaging my bare feet - all alone in the the whole universe. After I reached the beach - the same emptiness - you could walk up and down, as far as the eye could see - not a soul.
You have to experience it - shaking, swinging, rubbing your dick for many kilometers with no one but the incredible sky and the endless sea. Yes, finally I gave it a two-hands salute, thanking it for all the wonderful experiences...

My favorite pastime again, two weeks before the year is over! Shaking, squeezing, walking, wanking buck naked at the end December along the familiar, yet every time different treks in the pine thicket. Yes, the usual generous portion of Johnson & Johnson baby oil, yes, warming up and waking up "the old sparky" (!) You could say the weather was chilly about maybe 16 DEG Celsius, the wind - kind of OK inside the thicket. Open spaces - yeah, the chill speaks. Sand - a bit cool for bare feet, still pleasant to walk on. Then the usual 5-kilometers (give or take) warmup in total silence. Again, gentle wind, occasional bird and rabbit. The road is about 2 kilometers away but you feel you are alone with nature and your smooth, naked body. So, you can walk, shake, squeeze, wank, as usual with not a soul in sight. I reach one of my usual stops, backpack and everything else gets on the ground.
Then the usual walk along the ridge, hands busy with "tiny shameless dick" (!), twisting it, squeezing it in every possible direction,never CUMMING to an end, getting closer and closer.
Finally I am reaching the usual hot spots of action - yes, guys having consensual sex with total strangers - nothing, as if a bomb went off. A few guys - some buck naked like me, some fully dressed - shoes, socks,shirts - the works. I could never figure it out. As far as I am concerned, I enjoy being totally naked, so that I can communicate with Nature in the most natural way.
After a few breaks - yes, tossing everything aside and walking and wanking, enjoying the beautiful sea in the distance, I am finally reaching the beach. Well this time it is totally deserted, sea is choppy, wind blowing tiny sand in every possible hole. After another break, I am heading back to the thicket. Yessss! This time got lucky. My sharp eye notices a totally naked guy from about 20 or so meters. His hands were unmistakably busy with MY FAVORITE pastime. I watching him from a distance, rubbing and squeezing my "joystick". He then turned towards me so I could better see what he was doing, as if I have not already figured it out. I am standing still, except for my busy hands. I am watching for the usual waive signal - "approach". This time - no hand signal, but I am detecting a flicker of a tongue. Good beginning. So, still rubbing and squeezing, I gradually approach. The guy packed a good sized dick, hard enough. I get down to business - you know the usual. Then while I was rubbing him, he placed a finger in my ass - Oh, my god! Plain fantastic, though a big painful.
We ended up with a a huge load upon one another, for a great end of the year.
Looking forward to new adventures and new jerk-off buddies on the Playa Naturista for the New Year!

After a short hiatus, I finally made it to my favorite nude beach a week ago. Fabulous weather, about 22 DEG Celsius. My apology to you guys in the colder climates, I feel sorry for you! The Mediterranean coast of Southern Spain has plenty of sunshine and is just great for strolling and shaking and stroking (!) butt naked year round. You know how the routine goes - park car, toss some clothes inside, then walk to the pine thicket. By the time I tossed my trunks and everything else in the backpack, my dick was already jumping and shaking with excitement. The sensation of walking barefooted in the still warm sand, covered with pine needles, and the autumn sun caressing my smooth skin from top to down, front and back cannot be described, you have to experience it, and if you care to join me, even better! A few years ago my body was covered in "fur" which gave me one set of sensations. Now that I am completely nude and no hair, it is a lot more erotic - again, you must experience it. I find it extremely arousing with my bare arm touching my chest, and going slowly down to my totally smooth dick. Add on top of that a generous serving of Johnson & Johnson baby oil, then a good solid, slow rubbing everywhere, of course, paying special attention to my favorite joystick. Yeah, rubbing back and forth, left and right - takes a lot of effort not to blow my load right then and there. Then the usual walk along the familiar, yet every time different treks takes place. Up and down, left and right. Soon the houses are behind me, there are plenty of vehicles on the nearby road, does anyone pay attention? Too bad, no spectators as usual!
And, if you think walking and chewing gum is difficult, try walking, shaking your dick left and right, squeezing your balls, stroking, changing hands every now and then, and then you will know difficult! Again, the trick is to shake it, stroke it, squeeze, going to the edge but never reaching "the point of no return". And then, doing this barefooted, totally naked, for about 5 kilometers. The only thing that is missing are spectators, or a companion.
Finally I reach one of the hills with a magnificent view of the sea. This time I toss the backpack aside, and have a long walk along the hill, facing the sea, hands busy working my already swollen dick. The slight winds cools me a bit, I take a few breaks, changing hands and the action goes on.
I pass through the usual hot spots of uninhibited sex between strangers - not a soul, after all it was late November. Once I approach the dune, separating the pine thicket from the sea, I notice a few middle aged guys, some butt naked like me, some with trunks on. Would I prefer seeing a bunch of well-built, well hung muscular guys swinging their dicks in the air? By all means! Sometimes yes, I am watching them fascinated, sometimes, not so.
The beach is absolutely deserted, you can see for kilometers in both direction, just a few lonely walkers, and yes, some wankers. After a short break, I continue my walk, the sea water cooling off my feet, hands busy stroking for another 3-4 kilometers. An occasional middle aged couple passes me by, back and front, talking in some strange language, not even looking at me, not that my "tiny" dick is interesting to look at! At least noone is looking scornfully at me, or yelling me how immoral it is to walk on the nude beach and stroke it for all to see!
Finally, I am getting lucky. Two well built, middle ages guys who have been watching me from a distance approach and hug me, their smooth dicks, about my size, unmistakably up in the air. We exchange a few glances, then do some dick-docking, sucking one another, squeezing nipples, exchange a few "dickshakes" and cum all over one another... I am getting hot all over again, just writing about this experience, if you can believe it.
Muchas gracias, amigos! Hasta luego, until next time!

Another fabulous, gorgeous day on my favorite Playa Naturista! This time, just a regular totally nude walk as usual - what else is new? Gentle waves, dick swinging left and right. My wife topless, gorgeous tits swaying. She is 57 but has the ripe body of 40-something - long narrow hips, tits - just the right size and pinky, with tits alone she can put any 30-something gal to shame. Despite having plain fantastic body, she has never tossed her bikini on the nude beach and that is fine by me. So, we find a place close to the dunes and this time, unlike other times, plenty of good looking women - you know, smooth pussies, nice bushes, landing strips, you name it. All this bounty carried by long, slender legs. Titties - some big, some just about right, pink, brown - an endless parade for the eyes. So, I am having the waves gently lift my smooth dick and balls by the beach, I am enjoying the panorama and getting hard. A few meters from us there was a middle aged guy, probably late forties, maybe early fifties - well, built, though not the excessive muscular type. He is minding his own business and my eyes simply cannot leave his magnificent dick! Hanging loosely, it was easily two time bigger than my erect, and girth - same. I am talking massive dick, just hanging peacefully - I could wrap my hands around it and there would be still some left! My wife surely noticed him and I could see her occasionally glancing at his direction, but never said a word.
So, getting harder I made it to the dunes, left hand casually, slowly stroking, right hand squeezing balls, then changing - as usual. My wife was reading something, and again, the sun is caressing my totally bare body, my hands massaging my smooth dick, feet enjoying the hot sand. A few years ago I was hairy like a teddy bear. Once I discovered the pleasure of my smooth body - caressed by the sun and yes, when my hands are playing - no coming back. So, I walked again some familiar, yet new treks to to the pine thicket.The usual crowd - middle aged and elder guys walking around naked, some idly stroking, some just walking, some waiting and stroking. Yes, they were waiting for the casual, or maybe per-arranged "encounter of the third kind!" I have always wondered - have these guys been gay all of their lives, or were they straight and later on became gay? I know that until a few years ago I enjoyed women and pussy and only recently I discovered that I am becoming bi-, even though my fascination with big dicks has been a lifelong one. There were also a few threesomes - younger. well built guys stroking one another, sucking and yes, having sex in the open with passion and fun, and, enthusiastically waving at onlookers to come closer and participate.
AS usual, such "open-air shows" attracted a few onlookers, looking and stroking, so never missing a good show, I approached, stroking, squeezing and getting harder and harder. At the end two guys played with my dick, had a giant splash on them - they laughed, and ended jerking them off to the last drop.
And this is where it got really interesting - completely drained, I slowly strolled back to the beach where I had left my wife. And there was the big-dick, slowly, deliberately stroking his even bigger dick, eyes, never leaving my wife. He was joined by another guy and as soon as I approached, they both shot huge loads in the air.
Once I landed on the towel, "big-dick" came back and lied next to us. My wife winked in his direction, gave me a conspiratorial smile - like "I know what you have been up to" and again, not a word.

This week - twice my pilgrimage to my favorite nude beach. You know, the usual routine - strip EVERYTHING, skin smooth, dick even smoother, baby oil - special attention to my favorite joystick to warm it. Did Tuesday and Friday. As usual - up and down the endless dune, along familiar, yet every time newer treks. up and down the hills. Not a soul - if you don't count the birds. People in the nearby pueblo going around their daily lives, and I am walking up and down, pine needles and warm sand in my feet, sun caressing my smooth, oiled body, hands on dick - left, right, squeeze, shake. stroke - 5 kilometers in total silence, dick is getting bigger. Bringing it to the edge, then back. Again, not a soul to witness my heroic climbing up and down, dick in hand, backpack on back. I finally reach one last hill with the Mediterranean a stone throw away, its greenish-bluish waters close, yet about a kilometer away through the pine and palm thicket. Amazing how hot is the sand below my bare feet and what a difference a few trees make with the shade, I hit pretty much all the hot places, where usually buck naked guys swing their dicks around, stop, get them ready, walk, wait and then again for that mysterious encounter with end unknown - circle jerk, a few blowjobs, passionate sex with total strangers - once done, ¡hasta la vista! and everybody goes away drained and happy. Or, maybe all of the above? Tuesday morning - the hot places, thickets of pine forest - empty, again, not a soul.
Beach - unusually empty, just a few shall we say. "permanents" - a muscular middle aged guy, probably German or Scandinavian with a massive steel ring on his dick and his companion - up and down. I have seen these guys many times, so you can't miss them, especially the guy with the massive shiny steel ring. It looks scary and to put it on and then remove it, you probably need special metalworking skills and tools.
Water as usual feels like a salty soup, once inside, you can't get out. Then, lying in the shallow water by the beach and the water gently caressing my smooth dick and balls, lifting them every once in a while. And it is great - water is washing your dick and balls, left hand strokes, right squeezes, on and on. Tuesday dragged on, a few other guys were stroking in plain view - some standing, some walking, some facing one another. So, I got finally lucky, some strange guy milked me really quick dry, I tried to return the favor, as much I tried and strained - nothing. My hand felt sore. This is what usually happens with other guys - when they give me a handjob, I finish off really quickly. When I try, despite my "significant" experience, happens very rarely.
Well, today was more or less the same - up and down, whole body head to toe soaking up the heat, and again, the hot spots - empty. The usual splashing, playing in the water and feeling great under the sun. Then, I saw some action and my mind jumped into overdrive. There were two couples just getting some sunshine, buck naked. The middle aged woman had absolutely fantastic, tight brown tits - every man's wet dream. Her husband was asleep and I watched her go up the dune and talk to another guy. I am convinced he got lucky since as soon as they finished talking, he took off to the thicket. She walked back to her husband, like a real sex queen - swinging tits and hips like somebody who has been around and seen it all. Then she walked with her husband/partner to the same spot and again, I would to think he also got lucky "downstairs"! There were several guys watching and stroking from a distance.
Then another, young couple also went the dune and again, I am convinced the guy also got lucky.
Then the kicker - while these couples were walking up and down, and the guys probably got lucky, I noticed a middle aged guy, about my size, as smooth as me, stroking on the dune and not even pretending to hide. I approached him, naturally dick in hand. He had a direct line of sight to a couple about 20 meters away. On a few occasions he waived at the girl, who was watching him with interest - like "why don't you come over?" I could see her smile and she pointed to her husband/boyfriend/partner - "well, no". There were several other guys beside me, watching her and stroking.
Love this beach! You can walk around, stroke as you like it, people pay no attention or smile at you - pure natural fun!

My usual, long awaited pilgrimage! Smooth body and dick, car parked, the long trek along the familiar, yet every time different trails in the pine wood over the sandy dune. About a hundred meters away from the pueblo, everything goes away as usual - trunks, flip-flops, nothing between me and the sun. The usual portion of baby oil, rubbing my dick as usual, making it even smoother and nicer to handle. Body is in total contact with the sun and nature - gentle wind in my head, bringing some solace from the sun, birds chirping and cicadas making noises, sun caressing my totally nude body (as usual, no hair left - I am quite hairy, but I enjoy my smooth body even better), bare feet in the hot sand, covered with pine needles. An experience worth re-living over and again. Again, a long trek - about 5 km, walking, wanking, stroking, squeezing, changing hands. And again, not a soul in sight to enjoy me shaking and stroking. Would be nice if someone came along!
So, huffing, puffing I cross over a few hills of the dune with the sea glimmering in the distance. So, I reach the hot action zone - where the real action happens. You know, guys walking around, some buck naked and smooth like me, some hairy, some packing quite impressive dicks - both hanging loose and some up in the air. Yes, random strangers stroking one another, giving and receiving blow jobs, and yes, having shameless sex in the open. Usually there is a nice crowd of spectators, stroking, wanking, slowly, rapidly and plain enjoying the free XXX show. And, as soon as the action is over, sometimes lasting good 15 minutes, these strangers leave in their own ways. What is really fascinating is that the "actors and the players" are totally in the action, they are just normal, no shame at all.
Well, this time - nothing, nobody - just like when I was going up and down the dune hills.
I am reaching the rainbow colored LGBTQ flag on a small hill that somewhat separates straight from gay couples, although you could see quite a few naked chicks, either by themselves, or with a male - walking, chatting, swinging tits and shapely legs - genuine eye candies!
I have had a life long fascination with dicks and well built guys, although only recently started having real contacts - you know, stroking, blowing, this kind of stuff. Yet, I still enjoy looking at a pretty woman, naked or not. In my opinion, as someone who admires and enjoys the natural beauty of women, think as unique pieces of art, and not necessarily as sex objects, for a woman to be hot, sexy in her 20s, 30s, 40s, is not a big deal - but having a great figure and sex appeal in her 50s and 60s - that is an entirely different story. Most of the women on this beach are in their 50s and 60s and yes, they do invite desires!
So, I splashed in the warm waters, the gentle waves caressing my dick and balls, the sun sending heat, my hand slowly stroking my modest dick. A few other guys were doing more or less the same and the efforts of two of my neighbors on the sand were very visible in the air. In a quick moment we all headed to the nearby bush. These guys were much younger than me with bigger, better dicks. Somehow I ended grabbing the dick of the closer guy and it felt good in my hand - nice and hard with good veins. So, I am walking, one of my hands is stroking my dick, the other one - holding and stroking his. We reach a shadow place and I get busy with the two guys. One guy came very quickly, with several big splashes. The second one, the one I was holding and directing by his dick, he had really hard time. My hands are strong, and I had to change them a few times, to the point that I almost gave up on him. I have jerked off well enough a few dicks in this place and never had a problem. Tried squeezing his balls gently, they were too small. Two of them and some would have made one of mine. So, finally he came with a few tiny drops.

My usual, long awaited pilgrimage! Smooth body and dick, car parked, the long trek along the familiar, yet every time different trails in the pine wood over the sandy dune. About a hundred meters away from the pueblo, everything goes away as usual - trunks, flip-flops, nothing between me and the sun. The usual portion of baby oil, rubbing my dick as usual, making it even smoother and nicer to handle. Body is in total contact with the sun and nature - gentle wind in my head, bringing some solace from the sun, birds chirping and cicadas making noises, sun caressing my totally nude body (as usual, no hair left - I am quite hairy, but I enjoy my smooth body even better), bare feet in the hot sand, covered with pine needles. An experience worth re-living over and again. Again, a long trek - about 5 km, walking, wanking, stroking, squeezing, changing hands. And again, not a soul in sight to enjoy me shaking and stroking. Would be nice if someone came along!
So, huffing, puffing I cross over a few hills of the dune with the sea glimmering in the distance. So, I reach the hot action zone - where the real action happens. You know, guys walking around, some buck naked and smooth like me, some hairy, some packing quite impressive dicks - both hanging loose and some up in the air. Yes, random strangers stroking one another, giving and receiving blow jobs, and yes, having shameless sex in the open. Usually there is a nice crowd of spectators, stroking, wanking, slowly, rapidly and plain enjoying the free XXX show. And, as soon as the action is over, sometimes lasting good 15 minutes, these strangers leave in their own ways. What is really fascinating is that the "actors and the players" are totally in the action, they are just normal, no shame at all.
Well, this time - nothing, nobody - just like when I was going up and down the dune hills.
I am reaching the rainbow colored LGBTQ flag on a small hill that somewhat separates straight from gay couples, although you could see quite a few naked chicks, either by themselves, or with a male - walking, chatting, swinging tits and shapely legs - genuine eye candies!
I have had a life long fascination with dicks and well built guys, although only recently started having real contacts - you know, stroking, blowing, this kind of stuff. Yet, I still enjoy looking at a pretty woman, naked or not. In my opinion, as someone who admires and enjoys the natural beauty of women, think as unique pieces of art, and not necessarily as sex objects, for a woman to be hot, sexy in her 20s, 30s, 40s, is not a big deal - but having a great figure and sex appeal in her 50s and 60s - that is an entirely different story. Most of the women on this beach are in their 50s and 60s and yes, they do invite desires!
So, I splashed in the warm waters, the gentle waves caressing my dick and balls, the sun sending heat, my hand slowly stroking my modest dick. A few other guys were doing more or less the same and the efforts of two of my neighbors on the sand were very visible in the air. In a quick moment we all headed to the nearby bush. These guys were much younger than me with bigger, better dicks. Somehow I ended grabbing the dick of the closer guy and it felt good in my hand - nice and hard with good veins. So, I am walking, one of my hands is stroking my dick, the other one - holding and stroking his. We reach a shadow place and I get busy with the two guys. One guy came very quickly, with several big splashes. The second one, the one I was holding and directing by his dick, he had really hard time. My hands are strong, and I had to change them a few times, to the point that I almost gave up on him. I have jerked off well enough a few dicks in this place and never had a problem. Tried squeezing his balls gently, they were too small. Two of them and some would have made one of mine. So, finally he came with a few tiny drops.

Another fabulous Friday! At the beginning - the usual - smooth body, not a single hair to stop the generous splashing of baby oil, later. Yeah, first, walk to one of the familiar trails. Then, toss everything, yes everything as usual, including flipflops. Then a cock ring on my tiny dock and another one to keep the balls from swinging. With the warm sand and pine needles caressing my bare feet - if you have not experienced it, you are missing a lot. Next, the usual splash of baby oil paying special attention to warm up my tiny, shameless and shameful dick, as it needs some help to wake up. Then as usual - up and down the familiar, yet always new trails, rubbing, squeezing, walking, stroking, wanking, changing hands, squeezing balls and then again - for just about 5 kilometers. As usual, not a soul, just the hot sun caressing me, occasional gentle wind and a total silence - except for the occasional bird and a million cicadas, hiding in the pine trees. I was desperately wishing for some lost soul to join me, watch me, help me - nothing, nobody! What a shame!
Did I mention that the sun is packing some real nice heat, like about 32 Celsius? Good thing there was a gentle wind blowing.
Slowly, gradually reached the zone of hot action where you usually see naked guys, swinging dicks big and small, guys well endowed - you know where (!) that yes, make me envious, guys with great muscles - double envy (!). Yes, guys looking for sex off the beaten path and sometimes, with plenty of spectators. This time - nothing - guess it was too hot for the habitual thrill seekers.
So, I finally made it to the beach - unusually crowded, yes, with 32 Degrees air temperature and water about 24? No surprise! Forgot to mention that at the beginning of the beach, you can see mainly mixed couples or groups male and female. Guys are usually buck naked, women - topless or totally nude with all the female charms for everyone to enjoy. Yes, gorgeous tits, sculpted legs, you name it. Unlike most guys, I am immensely turned on and fascinated by a shapely female leg. You know, there is something beautiful when a sculpted foot slowly and easily transitions into a toned leg, making it a true piece of art. And, for some reason, yes as much as I enjoy looking at a smooth pussy, the bush that is covering it, I find even more exciting.
After the hot trek up and down, I splash in the warm waters, then lie in the shallow waters and the waves gently massage my dick and balls. I rub it occasionally back and forth and am feeling just great. Of course, if there is a naked woman approaching me from either direction, the rubbing and pulling becomes a bit more intensive if you know what I mean. Then my trained eye spotted a middle aged couple, probably from some North European nation. Both tall but when the man was kind of droopy with a body that probably once probably was great, the woman had the elegant gait of a model. Feet and legs - perfectly shaped, moving slowly and sensually in a perfect harmony. Looking from behind - nothing unusual, but up front - OMG! Yes, smooth pussy, nothing to hide it, flat belly and tits - out of this world. Straight, with round brown nipples - with her tits alone she could easily shame much younger women.
Sensing some hot action, I immediately got up, and the action came right on time. They started throwing some balls and so I stood watching them, my eyes never leaving her perfect body and yes, I was hypnotized by her tits - neither small, nor large, sculpted with passion by the gods and maybe additionally polished by an unknown plastic surgeon.
With her husband facing her, I had a perfect view of her toned body and yes, those tits just drove me nuts! Every time she threw a ball, they were swinging wildly in every possible direction, her eyes never leaving mine. So, here am I enjoying the incredible panorama of fantastic tits, flat belly and toned legs, thinking - "I hope you don't hit MY BALLS as they are no match to yours!"
Every time she threw a ball, my own balls shook just barely and my dick, hot from the sun and the caress of the sea water, starts slowly waking up, just real slow.
Then all of a sudden one of her balls ended just centimeters from my feet, and with a swift, fluid motion she approached and retrieved it, kneeling in front of me. She gave me a quick one-over, head to toe, with her light brown eyes stopping just a bit longer on my already semi-hard dick. She winked at me and graciously strolled back with the fluid walk of super model.
Then the ball ended a few more times in front of, and the last time - looking again approvingly, she arched an eyebrow and just barely tilted her head towards the dune - as if "I know what you are up to".
Yes, I walked sideways to the dune slowly, dick swinging in full view, her eyes never leaving me, my eyes fixed on her tits. She changed her position looking at me. Yes, the dune was kind of hiding me from view to a point but was watching my hands move slowly, changing, one at a time, with a big knowing smile on her face.
She must have timed it exactly, as just before I shot it, she walked quickly to the closest bush, pretending to pee and flashed me two thumbs at the right moment.

Again, my favorite pastime! Tossing everything, including flip-flops in the backpack, a generous serving of baby oil, of course with "special emphasis" (!) on my smooth dick. Not a single hair to stop the sunshine. And then, a long trek in the woods, about 9 kilometers of constant swinging, shaking, stroking, edging and never cuming to an end. Five steps - left hand, ten steps - right hand. You know the drill - one hand stroking - sometimes gently, sometimes stronger, another one squeezing those balls. The sun caresses my smooth body, the warm sand and pine needles feeling great on bare feet, and as usual, not a soul in sight. Just the gentle wind bringing some cool, crickets and bird chirping, total silence, except for the occasional car passing in the distance. Then, after a few more hours of swinging, stroking, squeezing, I reach a nice hill with a great view to the sea. Again, some serious stroking, some more baby oil.
After a few more hills up and down, I reach the "special area" where the real action takes place. Occasional totally naked, like me guys walking around, some with limp dicks, some with really impressive and scary toys. Yes, I am fascinated by big dicks like most of us, but man, these guys were enormous! You need two really large hands to stroke them and not enough of big mouth to handle them! As far as having them in other places, well, just the thought makes me shudder!
So, continuing my long walk and stroke, as usual I bump into guys - young and muscular with great bodies and dicks, making it out in the shadow of the pine forest, stroking each other and having sex in the open, passionately and shamelessly. And why would they be ashamed? Sex is normal, fun, especially in the open, away from society and prying eyes and to those who find it immoral - well, don't watch it! I would not mind seeing girls in the action, but this forest seems to be guys-only, too bad! The younger guys were all well built, great bodies, just the right amount of muscle, toned and yes, well hung, plenty of body hair. Looking at them, mostly local, Spanish guys enjoying one another and having fun.
Then there were a bunch of Northern European, middle aged guys, mostly smooth like myself, some muscular and impressive, some not so, again, stroking, shaking, having fun. I am immensely curious - are these "encounters of the third kind" random, or pre-arranged, all of the above?
Finally I made it to the sea. Perfect conditions - air temperature about 32 deg C.,water - about 23, slight waves. You get inside and nothing can drag you out. Then you lie on the wet sand, the waves gently caress and toss my dick here and there, you enjoy the panorama without a care in the world. People pass you, yes mostly guys, mostly toned and well built, dicks shaking in the air, some with cock rings, some without. There is the occasional gorgeous, usually middle aged woman, walking graciously in her glorious naked beauty, knowing that a lot of guys are watching her, and yes, knowing she could have anyone of them at her feet, just waving a pinkie.
Yes, my left hand is slowly and gently stroking my dick, nobody paying attention. Then, lying on my back in the sun, eyes closed, my stroking continues left hand caressing my smooth, hairless uncut dick, right hand gently squeezing my equally smooth and soft balls, feeling just incredible. A few other guys were also stroking more openly and standing, nobody paying any attention. Yes, guys walked away to the pine forest with truly impressive and enviable hardons!
I was about to leave, when got lucky. A short, thickset guy was watching me stroke, then approached me. As I have said before, this is the really exciting part! You stroke, squeeze, shake, shamelessly, you are not afraid of anyone seeing you, you are in full display! There are lots of guys swinging their dicks around, stroking, pretty much doing the same thing, some glancing at you, some pass you by. He had a good solid hardon, and unlike the office world, here guys exchange not handshakes, we exchange dick-shakes, silently, intently, with a purpose. Very quickly he got on his knees and started sucking me. Yes, he was a pro, as I was shaking violently, my feet did not hold me steady, I nearly collapsed and came all over him. Great experience. Tried to return the favor of the blowjob, wanted to finish him by hand, but he hurried away, probably "destination unknown for a real encounter!

You know, anytime when a girl holds a guy by his "joystick", the end result is more or less the same! The guy either cums inside her, or she helps him out. Like all other guys out there, I did enjoy immense cumming inside her, then relaxing and having some cuddling, caressing, you name it. Recently though, say about maybe 10 - 15 years ago, I started enjoying it the other way around - when she is in control, and she does whatever she pleases with me, sometimes finishing me quicker than I can write this, and sometimes tormenting me forever! Yes. I have to admit that girls do it a lot better than us, as somehow they know how to pull, squeeze, twist, turn, bring us slowly to the edge, then quickly bring us down, and then again and again, when we splash it to the point of no return.
And, there is something even more exciting - when a girl is working on my dick, even though I like to be in control, like most guys out there, I am glad to place my joy in her hands and let her have it.
You take a look at a girl, yes, you like the whole package (!), then you look at her large hands - "OMG, she is going to damage me seriously!" Then, when she grabs you like only she can, these big hands feel gentle and tender, so you both relax and stay tense. I am sure you have experienced it - gently, firmly pulling, twisting, one hand holds your balls, the other other working its way up and down your dick, then hands change, sometimes it is quicker, sometimes you are on cloud NINE, and the clock stops.
And, there are girls with tiny, almost childlike hands who have a strong grip, your dick looks big in her hand, then she works her magic and boom!
So, just like looking at a girl you never know if her big tits are a turn on, or a turn off, and if her small firm tits are really small, or just hidden, take it from me - never judge a book by the cover as you don't know what is awaiting you inside!