Hesitantly, I pulled my boxers down and off, then hastily dropped them across my lap. It was the first time I had been naked inpublic, and surrounded by equally nude guys and girls, I wasn't sure I wouldn't get a hard-on. But I didn't. Odd that; I didn't quite understand it.

The beach spread out on either side of me. I'd ridden over from Applecross on my cousin's motorcycle, through Fremantle and on along the coastal road, dressed just in shorts and a singlet, the hot wind from the Indian Ocean not even cooling my exposed flesh. And thinking of that....

I reached in the saddle-bag and pulled out a tube of factor 25, poured some into the palms of my hands, rubbed them together and started applying it to my chest and shoulders, then as much as I could reach of my back, then my calves and thighs. Then. Hell, how did I do this? But only a few yards away a girl was standing with her back to me, rubbing cream over her naked ass, her legs spread and a little bush of fair hair showing between them. I stood up, and creamed the cheeks of my ass, then quickly rubbed some over my lower belly and cock, and before my cock could swell any more, trotted down to the edge of the water, to try to cool off a little.

I walked along the waterline, looking out of the corners of my eyes at the bodies lying right there, where the water as it came in could wash the feet and legs of the sunbathers. It was the first time I had ever seen so many naked women - well, actually the first time I had seen any naked women - and I couldn't help staring - though I hoped not too obviously.

Somehow, I wasn't as excited as I'd expected. I paused just by one blonde girl in her teens. She was lying, her legs spread wide apart, and as the little waves came in over the hot sand they ran up between her thighs to a water-dark patch of hair, which parted to show the lips of...

Yet my cock didn't stir. Very strange. I began to think I must be gay. I was certainly spending more time looking at the guys than the girls. I'd found that when I'd looked at the porn mags I kept under my bed at home in England - the pumping asses of the guys busily fucking the girls, the shape of them, the size of the cocks... I'd even found myself wondering what it was like to be the girl who was sucking on the guys' cocks.

I walked on. And there, at last, was a girl whose body did turn me on. She was lying face down and hand in hand with - well, I guessed with her lover. He was big, with a plump, hairy ass, and probably older than her. She was clearly Asian - small, with jet black hair cut short and curling round the base of her neck. Her body was slim, long, golden brown, the knobs of the spine clearly visible, and ending just above a beautiful, small, firm, plump ass above two slim thighs - with none of the soft plumpness of so many girls' bodies. She'd just been swimming, because little sparkling drops of water still stood on her skin. As I watched, one gently trickled down the inside of her buttock into the crack.

I walked quickly deeper into the water - but it was so warm that my hard-on actually grew. I stayed up to my shoulders, just bobbing gently with the waves, and carefully not looking at anyone or anything, and eventually it went down. But God, I needed a wank.

Still careful not to look at anyone, I waded towards the beach. But as I left the water I stubbed my toe on a large shell, and swore aloud. And, right there in front of me, that luscious girl lifted her head, grinned at me, and turned over onto her back. Her cock flopped over one thigh, and drops of water and damp sand stood silver on her flat, hairless, golden chest. She was a guy!

I tried desperately to think of anything other than what I'de seen as I walked up to the dunes at the back of the beach. Only when I sat down in a secluded gulley masked by a few bushes did I allow myself to remember... and within half a minute my cock was as hard as it had ever been in my life. I closed my eyes and groaned, stroking myself gently, then harder, as I remembered that beautiful, short but thick cock, that smooooooth body...

In a moment I was going to come. In a moment...

Then I heard a cough. I opened my eyes. Though he was silhouetted against the cloudless sky, I knew it was him. He took a step forward.

'Now there's a waste!' he said.

I hastily covered what I could with my hands, which since I was still rock-hard wasn't very much.

'It's O.K.. guy,' said the boy, and sat down beside me, putting the little carrier bag he was carrying down on the sand.

He put an arm around my shoulder; I smelt the musk of his sweat and felt the warmth of his side against my own. He put his left hand on my thigh and ran it gently down, then picked up my hand and pulled it away.

'That's just fine,' he said; 'no need to hide it.'

He stroked my cock gently - it was the first time anybody else had ever touched it. His hand felt soft, yet strong, hard- palmed, masculine... He slipped it down and cupped my balls. I looked down at his own cock. It was short, but thick, the foreskin drawn half back over the head, and a single drop of whiteish liquid standing out at the end.

'You can touch if you want,' said the boy.

It was warm, and at first soft, in my hand; then as I explored it with my fingers, it grew harder. I pulled the skin back over the head, which shone juicily in the sun, pink and luscious like a fruit - almost good enough to eat. I giggled.

'That's better. Just relax and go with it. Your first time with another guy?'

I nodded.

'I thought so. The way you looked at me. I'm Loi, by the way.'

'Bill,' I said.

He kissed me on the cheek. 'Well, Bill, your education begins here!' He gently pushed me so that I fell on the sand, and bent over with his head towards my thighs. I shut my eyes - and then felt something amazing: a sort of gently, soft caressing of my cock, almost as though someone was...

I opened my eyes and looked down. Loi's dark head was between my thighs, and - yes - his lips were around my cock. I almost came, just seeing it! Then I felt his fingers around my balls, stroking, and then a gentle stroke between the cheeks of my ass. I groaned. Loi lifted his head.

'Good?' he asked

I nodded.

He wriggled round so that his cock was almost in my face, then began sucking again.

I rested my head on one smooth thigh. His cock was right in front of me. I stroked it with a finger. My, that head looked juicy and sweet. I closed my eyes and...

It didn't really taste of anything; it tasted, I suppose, of Loi. But it felt wonderful: hard, yet smooth, the muscles strong under the skin which moved over them as I sucked on him. Prompted by what he was doing to me, I felt his balls, then reached back and probed with an index finger until I found his asshole. To my amazement, first closed and firm, it opened beneath my finger, and I found I could slip it right inside - in fact, I could slip two fingers inside. I began to move them in and out as I sucked.

'Boy, you learn fast!' said Loi. 'Want to learn something more?'

I nodded.

'Lie back, then,' he said.

As I did so, he reached into the bag he had put on the sand, and took out a small, square packet, tearing it open with his teeth. I'd seen a condom before, of course - I'd even tried one on; but never used one. He handed it to me and I unfolded it down the length of my cock, still slippery from Loi's spit. He took a tube and squeezed some lube into the palm of his hand, then gently rubbed some over the condom. Then he handed it to me.

'You want to do my ass?' he said, and turning knelt with his back to me, his head on his hands on the sand, revealing the little wrinkled pink hole my finger had found earlier.

I put some lube in my hand and took some up on my fingers. My finger slid into him again like silk. I worked the lube in and around, and spread more on the outside of the hole itself. It looked as pink and inviting as his cock, so that I wanted to kiss it. I stroked it gently with the tip of my finger, and as I inched in again it closed on my knuckle like a vice, and Loi giggled, pulled away and turned.

'Down, boy!' he said.

I lay back. He threw a leg across me, adjusted the tip of my cock to his asshole.

He was so smooth that I went into him almost without feeling it - just a slight resistance as the head of my cock entered him. He sank until his balls met the fuzz of my pubic bush, and sat still for a while. Then I felt the muscles of his ass contract around me, almost like a hand closing, and he began very slowly to rise and fall. His eyes were closed, his teeth shut about his lower lip. I began to gasp, spat on my hand and reached for his cock. It was harder than ever, plump and firm. I stroked in rhythm to his rising and falling.

Almost everything I'd read about fucking had been violent - I never thought it could be so slow and gentle, so like... like what? Like the slowest, most leisurely jack-off you ever knew. So slow that the tide in me rose almost imperceptibly, like a heavy swell. He came first: I felt his balls tense in the palm of my hand, then in the palm of my other hand I felt the thick vein in his cock fill, and the thick yellow cum spurted from him - the first jet going right over my left shoulder and falling on the sand, the rest onto the skin of my chest and belly. He reached down, still rising and falling, and began to rub it in very gently, around and on my nipples.

That did for me. I seemed to come for about half an hour. He sat still, feeling, I guess, the spurting within him. He grinned, reached behind him, and held the rim of the condom as he lifted himself off me.

He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. 'There you go,' he said. 'Enjoy?'

Embarrassed, I found my eyes were full of tears.

He grinned again, and licked them away.

'Good,' he said. 'Now I better be getting back to Bob, or he'll be up here after me.'

'Christ!' I said; 'will he...'

'Oh, don't worry,' Loi said, 'he wouldn't have minded. In fact he'd have liked to watch!'

He stood up, took a tissue and wiped his cock, then threw a couple down to me. He had shrunk a little, but not all that much.

He grinned again.

'Listen, see you again, Bill, I hope...'

It wouldn't be my fault if he did. I jacked off twice that night, just thinking of him. Next morning I set off early for Swanbourne. Would he be there? I threw off my boxers, and walked along the sand. Several guys caught my eye. I smiled at them. If Loi wasn't there....

And was he?

That's another story.