Down in the sand dunes - Sex Stories

Down in the sand dunes

Before my love of dressing en’femme I had already experienced the feelings and delights that another male could give me and that I could give to another male, so you will see that the ‘experience’ was there. Near to my home on the East coast of England was a long curving beach with dunes along it. From the WW II there were a lot of old concrete fortifications machine gun posts and the like and I used to spend hours and hours exploring them, just the mystery of them I suppose. Sometimes I’d have to work for ages digging away the sand and grasses that had partially blocked the entrance of some particular new site of exploration One sunny day just after my 16th birthday I was out exploring and almost hidden away at one end of the beach in the dunes I found the entrance to a large shelter. I don’t know why I hadn’t seen it before because it was only a few hundred yards from one of the car parks behind the beach. I crept inside and found that the old gun slits provided quite a lot of light inside. I looked around and found that there were three or four rooms inside and as I went from one room to the other my mind was filled with visions of what it must have been like to be in there guarding the coast. I eventually came to one of the rooms and in the corner I could see a small pile of paper. I went over wondering what it was and got a real surprise it was a pile of girlie magazines in almost pristine condition. I knelt down and in the sunlight shining thru the gun slit I ...

... started to leaf thru the pages of one magazine. These I found were not just girlie magazines but porno magazines and I was soon engrossed in looking at pics of girls sucking on hard big cocks and of them taking them in their pussy’s. Needless to say I got hard and was rubbing myself thru my shorts. But of course to rub myself thru the material wasn’t’ enough and I soon took my shorts off and knelt there knees apart with my rock hard cock in my hand. At this point I have to say that from my younger days I was rather well endowed (so I’d been told) and my 7” cock was soon slippery with my juices as I stroked up and down slowly enjoying the feeling and the sight of the pics in the magazines. I had just picked up a new magazine and was particularly engrossed as it was an all male magazine and I could see a pic of a hard cock sliding into a tight male hole, when a noise behind me made me jump. There standing in the doorway was a man, I guess in his early 40’s wearing just a pair of swimming trunks and carrying a rolled up towel in his hand. His other hand was massaging the front of his trunks where I could see a long hard swelling of his cock. No, I hadn’t realised that because the shelter was so closed to the car park that it was also a sort of meeting place for guys to have fun. As I had been surprised I almost spun round on my knees with my cock still in my hand so that although the guy had seen what I was doing he could then see clearer and he said , ‘Mmmmm that looks nice you’re ...