Water cascades cool over my skin in the naturist camp showers. Thirty degrees outside, but this chill hits perfect after the long drive. Alone at first. I face the wall. Fingers tease my nipples. Pinch them hard. They stiffen, poke out. My cock twitches. Follows suit. Proud above my bush. Creamy skin, dark pubes, tanned shaft. Tri-color tease.
Hands slide down. Right grips my dick. Left cups balls. They work in sync. Shaft swells to full glory. Memory hits from last night. Left index dips back. Spreads cheeks. Finds my hole. Presses. It yields. Welcomes the intruder. Eyes shut. Focus sharpens. Heart pounds. Breath quickens.
The Awakening
Finger probes. Hits the prostate bump. Caresses it. Pure fire. Cock demands more. Right hand pumps faster. Left finger dances inside. World fades. Only pulse and gasps. Five minutes tops. Boom. Cum jets high. Splats the wall at belly height. Tastes so good earlier. Salty reward.
Eyes open. Horror. Man to my left. Watched it all. German accent: ‘Sorry, it was too beautiful. Couldn’t miss the climax.’ Shock surges. At home, we strip casual. But respect boundaries. Here? Naked freedom.
He calms me. ‘This place? Total chill. Couples fuck openly. Groups too. No kids around? No fuss. Just warned you.’ Relief floods. I eye him. Shorter. Older maybe. Raven hair. Brown eyes. Neat mustache. Dazzling white teeth against tan. Angel smile. Built solid. No roid-rage bulk. Cut cock. Rare at my age.
‘You Turkish?’ I blurt. ‘Yeah,’ he grins. ‘Parents from there. Born in Germany ’68. German at heart. Dodging Turkish army.’ Fair. I scrape cum off wall. Lick it clean. Habit from solo wanks.
‘You like the taste?’ Gulp. ‘Yeah. Bac just passed. Sex newbie.’ ‘I’m only three years up. Still learning.’ He showers as families arrive. I watch. His cock plumps from my show. Muscles flex natural. Dry off. He invites: ‘Drink?’ Hell yes. Fahri. Means ‘striker’ in Turkish. Fiery but smart. Moral bends with need.
The Act and the Secret
Terrace. He orders beer. I fizz water. ‘Turk boozing shocks?’ ‘Nah, young ones break free. Imams? Fuck ’em.’ Minds match. Ours click. We toast. His hand on my thigh. Spark to my taint. Mine covers his. Pure bliss. Cocks stir. Towel hides ours. Thighs press. Fingers knead. Talk bullshit: waves, breeze.
‘Eyeball or my place?’ No brainer. Chalets close. His tiny. Solo stay. Beer straight from bottle. His cock throbs. Black bush frames purple head. Darker shaft. I touch. Silky. ‘Sorry, had to feel it.’ ‘She loves strange hands.’ ‘Wanna taste. Can’t reach mine.’ Kneel. Soft at first. Mouth claims. Hardens fast. Right hand base. Left balls. Knead ’em.
His breath hitches. I amp it. He pulls up. Bed. Side by side. Sixty-nine heaven. Tongue laps shaft. Circles piss slit. Sucks pre-cum. Gland swells huge. His hands roam. Balls. Taint. Hole. I tense. Finger slips in. Prostate hit. Wave crashes. Cock pops free. He squeezes base. Stalls my edge. Balls tight.
On back. Legs wide. Tongue rims my ass. Saliva slick. Probes. Hand jerks foreskin. Other back to fingers. ‘Two now. Hurt, say stop.’ ‘Want you inside.’ No pain. Mouth on my cock. Fingers fuck. Prostate milked. Storm builds. Sucks hard. I erupt. Howls rip out. He nurses soft. Tongue swirls last drops.
‘Kept some.’ Kiss. Cum shared. His spit twists the flavor. Spice it up. Tongues duel. Two loads in an hour. Replete. Crash in his arms. Secret bliss. Forbidden fire. No regrets. Just hunger for more.