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The Cove After eleven years of working the Monday through Friday nine-to-five grind, Brendon finally landed himself a job where he had a weekday off and he loved it. Weekends off were fine, but it seemed Brendon just couldn’t get anything done that needed doing – be it because some offices were closed on weekends or friends came over causing him to change his plans. Having that weekday to himself meant no interruptions and time to himself, and if the weather cooperated, that meant an empty beach at his favourite spot just north of Big Sur. The beach was a popular spot for locals, but the tourists stayed away because getting to the beach meant a climb down a steep trail from the Pacific Coast Highway. At the north end of the beach there was a small, sandy cove that you could get to by climbing over some rocks (provided the surf wasn’t too high). The cove was somewhat hidden from the rest of the beach – about fifty feet wide and 50 feet deep with a row of high bushes in back. This cove was a popular spot for nude sunbathing, but Brendon never got a chance to hit the cove on weekends because he was always with friends who were too shy to “get nekkid” on the beach, as Brendon put it. That weekday off meant that he could both sunbathe naked and, 99% of the time, alone. Brendon’s usual weekday off was Monday and for the first five Mondays off in a row it was foggy and cold in Carmel, where Brendon had a small apartment. Fog in Carmel was a sure-fire guarantee that is was even foggier down the coast. So, when Brendon arose from bed early on that Monday morning in May and found the sun shining through his window, he threw on his shorts, packed a few beers and a sandwich in the cooler, hopped in his car and sped down Highway One to the beach. When he arrived Brendon noticed the wind was blowing pretty stiff and there was a chill in the air, which was all the better as it kept even more people off the beach. The cove, luckily, was usually protected from the wind and that was the case that day. Brendon climbed down the trail, headed north on the beach, scrambled over the rocks and was glad to find the cove deserted. He laid out his towel, stripped off his clothes, opened a beer and lay down. After about an hour, Brendon dozed off. He had slept a good hour and a half, when he suddenly woke up feeling a little too much sun on his back. Brendon rolled over, noticing that he had a neighbour sitting about six feet away staring out into the surf. From his looks, the new arrival was definitely military – most likely stationed at the Defence Language Institute in Monterey. The kid appeared to be about nineteen or twenty, had a Marines tattoo and haircut, and was sitting on his jacket with his clothes piled up next to him. Apparently, he hadn’t planned to come down to the beach as he had no towel, sunglasses, or any other beach gear. Brendon smiled at the young soldier and said hi. The kid nodded and smiled back without saying a word. Brendon thought to himself that the kid was probably the shy type- and the way he was sitting (knees pulled up, legs together, arms at ankles obviously hiding his manhood) seemed to prove it out. Brendon put his head back down on the beach towel and closed his eyes. About a half hour later Brendon awoke again feeling thirsty. He reached in his cooler and popped open a beer. The kid looked over. Brendon turned to the kid and said, “Want one? I have plenty.” The kid said, “Sure! Thanks- I wasn’t planning on stopping here but a friend told me about this place and the weather seemed nice enough so I came down. I was getting pretty thirsty. My name’s Dan.” “Glad to meet you. I’m Brendon. Come over and join me- my towel’s plenty big and the beer is cold,” replied Brendon. Dan slowly got up, covering his package with his hands while walking over to Brendon’s towel. “First time on a nude beach?” asked Brendon. Dan said yes and Brendon told him not to worry and that no one else would probably be down that day. Brendon tossed the kid some suntan lotion and a cold one. “Better put that on or you’ll be sorry,” he said to Dan. The kid said thanks and popped open the beer. Dan set the beer in the sand and started to put the sunscreen on his arms. Brendon looked over and noticed what Dan was covering up when he walked over. Dan had seven inches of rock-hard cock with a huge set of balls dangling low in the mid-day heat. The head of his bright red shaft was pierced with a thick gold hoop. Dan was still trying to hide his stiff one, but being on the same towel as Brendon, it was pretty difficult to conceal something that bright red and big. Dan noticed Brendon taking a quick look and within seconds his face was as red as his cock. Dan said, “I don’t know why I got so hard, but it won’t go away. I’m sorry.” Brendon replied, “That’s okay. You’re not the first person to get a hard-on at a nude beach and you won’t be the last. It’s a pretty common occurrence with first-timers and no one really notices or cares.” The kid smiled at Brendon and started to laugh nervously. After about five minutes, Dan seemed to relax a bit and he finally stretched out his legs and sat back, leaning on his elbows. His piece of man-meat, however, remained rock-hard. They sat for a while not saying a word, slowly sipping their beers when Brendon turned to Dan and said, “That’s some piercing you got there. Did it hurt when you had it done?” Dan kept looking out at the surf and replied, “A bunch of guys in my unit got them done when we just got out of basic about a year ago. It hurt like a son of a bitch for about a month, but I barely notice it now. It was sort of a ‘prove you’re a man and take the pain’ thing. Two of the guys got infections and got in deep shit with our CO, but they kept it quiet about the rest of us.” Brendon laughed and propped himself up on his elbows, still lying on his back. Dan put his head down, taking in the sun on his well-defined pectorals. His hard-on went down a bit, settling into his black thatch of pubic hair. Brendon, however, suddenly found he couldn’t take his eyes off that engorged hunk of man-flesh. Slowly Brendon’s own prick started to wake up, swelling into the air to its full eight inches. His dark-brown ball sack tightened up and his thick shaft started to redden. Brendon had an enormous head on his meat and soon it started to pulse slightly. Brendon sat quietly and continued to stare at Dan’s member. After a few minutes, Dan raised his head to take another sip of beer. He looked over and Brendon and his eyes widened. “Is that for me?” asked Dan. Brendon smiled, looked Dan in the eyes and said, “Looking at your cock seemed to get me a little excited! I hope you’re not bothered or anything.” Dan’s prick filled up again, getting fully erect. “Not bothered at all…but the question remains - is that for me?” repeated Dan. Brendon looked around to make sure no one else was coming up the beach to the cove. Not a person was in sight. “If you want,” replied Brendon. The young soldier got up to his knees, leaning slightly over Brendon’s massive cock. “I always wanted to do this,” said Dan as he lowered his head down and grabbed Brendon’s meat, sticking it as far into his mouth as he could. Brendon moaned in pleasure as the hot Marine slowly worked his mouth up and down Brendon’s member, flicking his tongue against the head on each up-stroke. Brendon reached between Dan’s legs and gently stroked his balls and shaft. They went at it this way for a while when Brendon asked Dan if they could go sixty-nine. Brendon was dying to feel that cock piercing in his mouth and taste the saltiness of the soldier’s hot meat. Dan immediately complied with the request and Brendon took Dan’s cock fully into his mouth until his sweaty pubes tickled his nose. As Brendon sucked away, Dan reached around Brendon and started to finger his puckered hole. Brendon did the same, noticing how soft the flesh running from Dan’s balls to his asshole was. He could feel the gold hoop against the back of his tongue as he started to taste a trickle of pre-cum drip from Dan’s piss hole. Dan’s asshole started to moisten and twitch. Dan pulled Brendon’s man-meat out of his mouth and flatly stated, “Give it to me in the ass.” Brendon kept a condom in his backpack (you never know when a situation will arise). He reached in the front pocket, ripped open the package with his teeth and handed the condom to Dan. Much to Brendon’s surprise Dan put the condom in his mouth at rolled it down over Brendon’s stiff eight inches gently with his teeth. Dan then lied on his back and put his legs up around Brendon’s shoulders. Brendon slowly eased is rod into Dan’s moist pucker, amazed at how tight but soft his rectum was. Brendon slowly began to slip his cock in and out. Dan moaned out, “FASTER! HARDER! PUMP ME HARD!” and Brendon complied. Soon the sound of Brendon’s thighs slapping hard against Dan’s firm ass echoed in the cove. Dan grunted loudly in pleasure, crying out, “Cum in my mouth when you’re ready!” Brendon felt his nuts tighten and his big head throb, so he pulled out of Dan’s man pussy, yanked off the condom and squatted over Dan’s face, pointing his massive erection towards his mouth. A long stream of creamy, hot spunk shot into Dan’s open lips and he swallowed it all hungrily. Brendon was exhausted but not finished yet. “Now put your fat cock inside my ass,” he said, looking down at Dan. Brendon straddled Dan and slipped a rubber over his meat, feeling the cold metal of the gold hoop in Dan’s cockhead ease into his hungry ass. Brendon forced his body down hard on Dan’s shaft, taking it all the way into his firm behind. He pumped up and down furiously as Dan moaned in pleasure, “You take it like a real Marine!” Brendon pulled out just in time to rip off the condom and take Dan’s full load inside his mouth. He then kissed Dan hard on the lips, forcing Dan to taste his own cum as Brendon moved his tongue around Dan’s mouth. Brendon rolled off Dan and collapsed on his towel. Brendon then looked behind him, only to see four other Marines standing at the back of the cove in front of the bushes. All of them were bare-ass naked, each with a golden hoop pierced in the head of his rock-hard shaft. They all had their soldier-boy meat firmly in hand, and cum was dripping from all their piss holes. “Meet the unit,” Dan said with a shit-eating grin. “We’ll be back here whenever you call. Next time its Todd’s turn,” stated Dan while pointing at the muscular blonde with the fat, six-inch down-curving hunk of meat. Dan went over to his jacket, pulled out a piece of paper and wrote down his pager number. “Just page me the day before,” he laughed as he handed the paper to Brendon.
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