This is an adult gay story if you aren’t an adult or “gay” isn’t your thing, you’d better look for something else to entertain you.🔞 Cheers, Blake
Hi guys, I’m Seb.
Let’s start at the very beginning.
That’s about three years before these events happened. I was a researcher at ECHO, the Ebsom Climate Change Observatory . That’s where I met Kirk when he joined our team. Both in our early thirties, we quickly became friends, buddies, really, and it wasn’t long before “fuck buddies” turned out to be a more appropriate term to describe our friendship. It was an -on and off- kind of thing: during those three years we both had partners at some point, and when that happened, the other would step aside. But our friendship never wavered, perhaps because in addition to enjoying each other’s company, we often spent time away together for our research studies.
That early spring we were travelling to Aberglide to attend an international conference for which we had each prepared a presentation. Since the conference would last four days, we had decided to make the most of it and turn it into a vacation, renting a cabin in the Blackwater Bay area for a few days, before the conference began.
It was late when the train had dropped us off at Blackwater Town station. The cabin owner was waiting for us: Rita, a friendly white haired lady with a strong coastal accent. She drove us to the cabin: a wooden affair with two bedrooms, a kitchen-living room area, and a bathroom; nestled in the forest on the outskirts of the town. We always chose two bedrooms; in fact, we had never slept in the same bed, not even the ones we had sex in. I think we both thought sleeping together would be weird, it would transform our status as “friends with benefits” into something we weren’t. Like rubberstamping something that didn’t exist. Also, as it had happened in the past, one, or both of us might meet someone, perhaps, although unlikely, someone not up for a threesome!
Rita explained to us that we were the first visitors of the season, that the town was still very quiet but really pretty nonetheless, and that we’d been lucky with the weather forecast for the next few days. Before leaving, she pointed to a key hanging by the door. “That’s for the shed, there are a couple of bikes for you, the beach is just gorgeous you must go!” She almost ordered, making the words gorgeous and must seem twice as long. On the landing she turned towards us “Have fun, guys!”, she almost shouted with a big smile and a somewhat knowing expression, before closing the door behind her. We both had the impression that fun wasn’t referring to us enjoying the town’s beauty, much less the upcoming conference.
We were both tired, just the time to unpack, brush our teeth, and then we went each to our room. I lay down under the covers, naked. My hand reached for my cock: knowing that Kirk was in the bed just behind that thin wall made me hard, and the thought that he could be also touching himself made me harder still. But I must have fallen asleep because nothing came of it, literally. I woke the next morning rested and ready to explore what Blackwater Bay had to offer.
We showered, took our bikes, and headed into town. Rita was right: it was really quiet. We had breakfast on the terrace of a café just off the small high street, then had a stroll around the town admiring the charming pastel-coloured houses with their white woodwork and steep roofs. We picked up some groceries and returned to the cabin for a quick lunch.
In the early afternoon, we got back on our bikes and cycled along the coastal road that run through the forest. We passed several deserted parking lots until we reached the one we were looking for, also deserted, with a sign pointing to the nudist section of the beach. We followed the sign that led us to the edge of the small cliff that marked the drop from the inland to the beach . The most incredible scene unfolded before our eyes: the pink sandy beach below us stretched for miles in both directions. To the north, about 30 miles away, we could make out the faint outline of Aberglide’s skyscrapers . The beach was just so empty, only a few enormous black boulders interrupted occasionally that pink expanse. The sand extended into the sea for several yards, but then was suddenly replaced by the flat mass of a vast underwater black rocky bed.
“I don’t want to sound too clever, but I think that’s where the bay gets its name,” I said to Kirk. He looked at me with the kind of “No shit Sherlock” expression he’s very good at and without answering pulled me closer for a selfie. We took the path that led to the beach and headed to an area where small tree-lined outcrops jutted out from the main cliff, creating ideal alcoves for shade and perhaps a little privacy. We leaned our bikes against the rocks, spread out our beach towels, and began undressing.
I don’t know why, but part of me felt unexpectedly shy about taking off my clothes in front of Kirk. Maybe it was because it had been a few months since we’d last seen each other naked: the previous fall. He started with his shorts and briefs, removing both in one fell swoop. His resting uncut cock was already commanding attention. Then he lifted his shirt. His skin was much paler than I remembered, after the long winter months. The short blondish hair, from his chest all the way down to the pubes, almost made him glow in the sun. His body was lean but firm, the muscles flexing beneath his skin, but not in an in your face ostentatious, kind of way.
