My
mate Steve is a git ! I tell you this guy could bullshit
for England and walk away with the gold medal every time.
But his is a good friend and we have had some great times
together. You can read some of our adventures in my
stories now within this website. Well, anyway …
Steve and I decided, or should I say Steve decided and I
simply agreed, that we would go camping for a week in
Cornwall. It was a few summer ago now and we were lucky
enough to choose a week when the country was hit be a
heatwave. Neither of us could drive then so we made the
long journey down to Newquay by coach – three coaches having
to change at Cheltenham and Exeter.
It was a long journey and all the way Steve kept going on
about there being a nudist beach in Cornwall.
“Yeah,” I scoffed, “Boobs Bay !” (Those
who are familiar with Cornwall’s northern coast will know
there is actually a cove by the name of Boobes Bay but a
nudist beach it is not.)
“I reckon we should check it out.”
And if he thought I would wave my bits and pieces about on
some sandy beach along with a load of perverts and willy-watchers
he had another think coming.
We pitched our tent on a small site run by a farmer making
some real money out of the tourists alongside his income from
beef cattle and the odd scant crop.
“Do you know where the nudist beach is ?” Steve
asked.
“Nudist beach ? There’ll nay be one of them in
Cornwall my young friend. Fancy a bit if titty do ye
?”
To say that Steve went into a decline of anti-climax is a fair
statement.
“I told you so,” I sniggered.
“But that’s the only reason we came here.”
“Oh dear, what a shame never mind.”
He looked sad.
“I guess you’ll have to have a wank instead.”
“I was going to have one of those anyway !”
I laughed. He probably was. Well I was.
That first morning after a good night’s sleep, I didn’t
have a wank myself and I don’t think Steve did either – I
didn’t hear any rustling inside his sleeping bag, we took
ourselves off to the main shopping street of Newquay where we
hired a couple of surf boards. Cornwall is famous for
it’s Atlantic breakers but it’s hardly Malibu and we were
townies rather than bronzed beach boys. But still.
On the beach we managed to paddle the boards out and could
belly them in great. But when we tried to stand up we
just made spectacles of ourselves.
“Hey look at her,” Steve said punching me in the
arm. “I bet she’s look good on Boobs Bay.”
“Yeah but what about that one ?” I pointed to a granny old
enough to remember the coronation of Queen Victoria.
“True I don’t fancy your one much.”
“Or look at that one,” I directed him to regard the
fattest woman on the beach. “She’s crush your nuts
for you.”
“I doubt I’m long enough to find a way in through all that
gut.”
“Got a small dick have you ?”
Thing is I knew the size of Steve’s dick, I’d seen it
loads and loads of times. We used to go along to our
local leisure centre together, play squash and have a sauna.
Of course in the sauna we would be stark naked. Steve
didn’t have a small dick, true he wasn’t a donkey but at
an estimated six inches he was quite similar to me.
Steve lunged at me and tried to push my head under the water.
I retaliated by pulling his legs and toppling him, we both
fell into a heap while the surfboards drifted away.
“Steve you are the biggest git I know !”
“Never mind the git have I the biggest dick you know ?”
“Nobody could have one big enough for her,” I
redirected him to the gross lump of lard we had previously
observed on the beach.
“How about a skinny dip ?” Steve said.
“Give over there’s thousand on the beach and hundreds
round about us here in the water.”
“OK then , how about a moony on the surfboard, we belly in
with our bums in the air. Go on I dare you !”
“Don’t be daft.”
“Go in it’ll be a laugh.”
It was a laugh and pulled a few cheers from fellow surfers as
we lay flat on our stomachs, shorts pulled down to our thighs
and rode the wave.
We lazed about on the beach all afternoon, went back in the
water, had an ice cream, eyed some of the talent, joked at
some of the less talented bodies and soaked up the sun.
With the early evening we made our way into another pub
where we drank the night away, chatted about all kind of
things – I chatted while Steve bullshitted – and generally
put the world to right.
Look at Steve’s picture at the start of this story,
doesn’t he have a sneaky cunning look in his eye ? So
he was a great mate but he was also a big git. He had
come to Cornwall with the ambition of going nude on a beach
and he wasn’t about to let the lack of a nudist beach get in
his way. Git !
We were camping a little outside the town at a place called
Constantine Bay, a long sandy expanse backed by
undulating dunes of grass and sand behind which was the farm
where we had pitched our tent. It was a great spot and a
short walk to the beach, problem was this was a beach that did
not have any surf. We hadn’t used our local beach that
day because of the mild waves but Steve declared it would be
perfect for our midnight skinny dip.
(By the way, you have realised I hope that this is a TRUE
story. )
I dithered about at our small camp, trying to delay the
inevitable in the hope that nobody else would be on the beach
when we streaked into the water. I quite fancied the
idea of a nude swim with my friend but was only content so
long as it remained a strict duo.
At twelve-fifteen Steve would wait no longer and we headed off
out of the field, down the lane and into the dunes. The
moon was shining and there was quite a lot of light about,
hardly a dark night.
We stopped at the edge of the dunes, right where they merged
into the broad sandy beach and began to undress. Neither
of us was wearing all that much, trainers, shorts and a
tee-shirt. Trainers kicked away, shirts up and over our
heads – I paused before dropping my shorts. Something
Steve did not do ! He flung his down to the ground and
quickly stepped out of them.
“Come along Nigel, there’s an old woman back there with a
pair of binoculars who’s waiting on you.”
She should be so lucky.
Now I’ve told you that I have seen my friend Steve naked
before, loads of times on our many sauna visits, and so I have
a pretty good idea what his cock looks like. Yes it was
dark but not so dark that I could not detect something a bit
different. He was semi-hard. OK, he didn’t have an
erection but he wasn’t limp either. Nice one Steve.
I dropped my shorts and stood naked with him. Steve
slapped my back and we ran the twenty or so yards to the high
tide of the water’s edge. Our feet splashed and our
progress slowed as the water rose higher changing our sprint
into a slow wade.
Bloody hell it was cold ! The water was
considerably cooler than it had been in the heat of the day.
So much so that I was content to wade rather than dive forward
and immerse my whole body. As it touched my balls I drew
a sharp breath.
“Steve this is effin cold !”
“Good isn’t it ?”
“If you are a masochist.”
“I am !”
“No you’re not you are a GIT !”
“I know.”
We fooled about, splashing and acting like a couple of kids.
I kind of got used to the cold and was enjoying being naked.
The odd flash in the right light and I swear Steve’s dick
was growing.
“You’re getting a hard on !”
“I know, I’ll have to do something about that in a bit.”
“You mean …”
He ginned and his white teeth flashed in the moonlight.
“You cool about that ?”
“Cool ?”
“You gonna have a wank with me ?”
Yeah I was cool, I’d love a wank with my friend. And
as a result things were developing somewhat in the stiffness
within the relevant department.
I didn’t answer his question, I didn’t need to he knew my
answer sure enough.
“In or out of the water ?”
“In the water.”
Steve waded to stand next to me and together we walked out to
sea a few more paces. The water was about half way up
our chests and gently lapping up and down.
“You ready ?”
Steve placed a hand on my now solid dick. I wasn’t
expecting that.
“Nice one Nigel,” he said. “You swell up
nicely when aroused.”
My heart thumped and my throat would not allow any words to
speak. Instead other parts of my body began to react and
I just became bigger and harder than I have ever been before.
Steve took a firm hold with a fist made about my throbbing
shaft.
“Now that’s what I call the real skin in skinny
dipping.”
This was great and I knew just how to make great greater.
I felt down and took Steve in my own hand, hell he was every
bit as hard as I was. He had a nice thick cock and as I
gently moved my hand up and down in the water I could feel his
foreskin stretching back and up again with each stroke.
“So are we going to wank each other ?” Steve said.
“Better thank wanking ourselves don’t you think ?”
“I most certainly do.”
“A skinny dipping wank in the Atlantic Ocean,” Steve
grinned. “Go on Nigel you take me off then I’ll do
the same for you.”
He let go of my cock leaving me free to work on his own.
Of course I could not see anything but my sense of touch was
heightened. I knew it would not take much to bring my
friend off, had he been planning this ? Planning it all day ?
Planning it before we set off for Cornwall ? Planning at
the outset of the idea to go camping ? I
didn’t care, I was just glad that it had been planned
somehow and was happening.
Down to business.
I squeezed Steve’s dick firmly and began a rhythmic beat,
more effort was needed to move through the water than I would
have anticipated but I was easily able to overcome it. I
closed my eyes and imagined what was happening down there
beneath the surface of the water.
Steve placed both of his hands on my shoulders to steady
himself and pushed his dick towards me, encouraging me to wank
him harder. I moved up a gear and began to pump quite
furiously. Fuck it felt good for me and by the sighs he
was starting emit it was feeling good for him.
Faster and faster until he emitted a squeal and ejaculated
forth into the sea. It was impossible to see anything
but I could feel his cum surging up the length of his shaft
and the temperature of the water about us rose as hot jizz
warmed all about it.
“Thanks Nigel. Now let me see if I can do the same for
you.”
I was more than ready. I spread my legs apart, just a
space of a couple of feet between them and braced myself for
action. Electricity coursed through my veins as Steve
took hold of me again. My cock twitched and I’m sure
let go a drop of precum out into the ocean.
Steve held me very tight and dragged down with force until his
fist hit the base of my cock and rested deep in my pubic hair.
I have a tight foreskin which still covers the head of my dick
even when fully erect. It takes something special to be able
to drag it back. This was something special and I felt I
was being exposed more than I had ever achieved before.
Oh it felt good.
Then the upward stroke dragging that foreskin up and back to
cover the head. Another drop of precum, I’m sure of
it.
Then everything repeated and repeated. My heart was
beating loud and hard and in time with the throbbing between
my legs.
“Faster Steve,’ I urged.
Steve obliged.
His hand was beating so fast I could not count the strokes.
Don’t stop Steve what ever you do ! My balls tightened
and I felt a great surge coming from them. I would soon
cum, I knew it.
I suppose I could spin the story out a bit, give you an
account of all kinds of things, add in a few thousand words or
erotic description but as I told you earlier this is a true
story and so in order to remain faithful to events I must
relate them as the actually happened.
Steve was beating away quite forcefully, he was a muscular guy
and I felt as if the strength of his whole body was being
concentrated into what he was doing.
Steve’s a bulshitter but I’m not so you can trust me to be
telling the truth when I set down here that Steve was giving
me the best wank I have ever had. Up the lava rose until
it finally forced its way out of my hot and quivering cock.
Steve kept going and milked the very last drop.
Fantastic !
“That was great,” I said. “Thanks.
Pity we both came so quickly though.”
Steven smiled. “We’re here for the week aren’t we
?”
