Ocean Park – Part 1I was back on my neighborhood after an assignment in New York. Returning home from such a relatively long period of time meant satisfying two immediate cravings: local food and a visit to the beach. I took care of the first one on night of my arrival. The next morning, I looked out the window and saw how radiant the sun was on a clear blue sky. The day was so gorgeous that I decided to take the day off and indulge myself. So I put on my long board trunks, a white t-shit and sunglasses; then, I grabbed my beach chair and back pack, and walked 10 minutes across the city from my apartment heading to Ocean Park beach. Upon arrival, I took an appreciative look at the sprawling beach and I inhaled deeply until my lungs filled up with the salty air. After enjoying the gorgeous view for a minute or two, I took off my t-shirt and sandals and continued walking. I felt the hot, grainy sand under my feet and the sun warmth caressing my skin. It felt so good to finally be strolling along the beach. I soon began surveying the surroundings. I traversed the sand looking for that magical spot where to land my chair. I passed by a couple of older, yet interesting and handsome-looking guys lying next to each other close to the entrance of the beach, but they appeared to be much into themselves and I certainly didn’t want to be an intruder.But then, I saw him. He was a few dozen feet further. At first glance, he seemed about my age, but a bit pale to be a local. He sported a red Brazilian boy-short style trunk bathing suit, and was lying face down on a long beach towel while talking on his cell phone. His head was pretty much shaven and although I could not see much of his face, he definitely appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties, well into my range. I immediately noticed his southern US accent. It appeared like he had not been there long, because his skin still only had light hue of pink. Looking at his torso, back, legs and arms, they seemed pretty nice. He didn’t look ripped, massive or lanky; his body was fit and well-proportioned. I could see he had a spray bottle of Banana Boat 75 next to him, but it seemed like he already had it well spread on his back. That was unfortunate since I could have offered myself to help him spread it over his back. That would have been a very easy opener. Eventually, my eyes eventually centered kaçak iddaa on his small, yet firm and round butt. Now, that’s a piece I’d gladly munch on right now… mmm, I remembered thinking. All this assessment took about a split second or two, as I walked by. My dark sunglasses helped to keep my gaze concealed and I continued walking barely turning my neck.Finally, I located the perfect spot for my chair; not too close to my neighbors, but not too far from the action either.A handful of couples were s**ttered around the long stretch of sand, including a superhot, brunette with amazingly beautiful bronze skin and athletic body about a hundred feet to the East lying face down in a very sexy and tiny, green, two-piece bikini. However, her corpulent male companion was zealously watchful next of her. And by the way he looked at me when I was peeking on their direction, he didn’t seemed like he was the sharing type.So I decided to finally take out a bottle of water and open my magazine. As I opened the magazine and passed the pages, I furtively shot another glance at the sexy-looking guy with red trunks, but he had fallen asleep. Not seeing as much action as I expected, I laid back, hugged by the sweet, salty breeze, and I began relaxing and reading my magazine.After what I thought was half an hour, I was really enjoying the beach and the beautiful weather. I was a bit sleepy and my brain was definitely getting numb by the pampering scenery. That is when I felt a sudden urge to make things happen. Unable to contained such urges, I was I stood up and began walking to where the dude with the red trunks was.I think it was the reflection or the angle of the sun on my face, but I could not discern his face. However, I could tell that he was smiling at me and that he was well aware of my nearing presence. Once standing next to his laying spot, we looked awkwardly at each other, but neither of said anything. So I knelt down, took his suntan lotion bottle, poured some of it his on my hands and began rubbing and caressing his back. Not that he needed to apply more, but I felt like I wanted to do it. So I did. Neither spoke, but I sensed how pleased he was by my gesture. Slowly, my massage transitioned more and more to his lower back. Eventually, my hands at his lower back bordered the elastics of his bathing suit waist. I thought about continue. kaçak bahis I really wanted to. It was tempting since his red-clad buns were very well-shaped and looked quite inviting, but then again, why the rush? I though. Why not savor the moment. Besides, the texture of his skin felt terrific on my hands. And his low moans told me I was on the right course after all. So I opted to use the rest of the lotion to spread it to the ribs and on the back of his legs. My lotion massage may have relaxed him too much; he looked like he was falling asleep. I admired his whole body again, but once again, I couldn’t help but to focus on his gorgeous small butt. I wondered if anyone would care if I dared to touch it. Just a quick one. I looked around, and curiously enough, the beach had turned a bit boggy, but I didn’t see anyone. So I placed my right hand flat on his right ass cheek and softly cupped it. An instant later, I was squeezing it. And a few seconds later, both of my hands were pleasurably fondling his ass through the fabric of his trunks. That is when I noticed he wasn’t completely asleep. He let out the most exquisite lingering moan. That led me to figure that we would probably be more comfortable if I knelt between his legs rather than on the side. So I swiftly parted his legs, to which he didn’t offer any resistance, and moved myself kneeling in between. Once there, what was initially my timid rubbing turned into jolly fondling of his but cheeks. So involved in my task, I mindlessly ventured my hands under the elastic legs of his trunks, and I finally learned the real feel of his fleshy ass. I tried looking at his face, but he was staring away with his face resting on his two hands. I could only see his smile, but his moaning and his slow and sensual body motions told me he was very receptive and enjoying my handling quite a bit.At some point, I felt that his trunks had become a nuisance. I looked around again I saw no one so I decided to grab his red bathing suit by the hips and drag it down, revealing his very pale, yet lovely ass. I marveled and almost salivated. The lovely tan lines made it look even more striking. I threw his trunks away and I applied more lotion on my hands and continued the massage. My desire and obsession to comfort his skin and flesh only grew. My manhood did too inside my long board trousers. My thumbs slowly güvenilir bahis began probing the enigmatic fold between his fleshy butt cheeks, but I knew I was bound to expose it. A few more strokes and both of my thumbs were already wedging and running along that gorgeous channel, allowing me to take sudden, short peeks into it. His low, but constant moan encouraged me. Unable to contain myself any longer, I took a good handful of each cheek on each hand and pried them open. His moan notably spiked up, as if he had been longing for my daring. He also raised head and arched back, seemingly as a reaction of pleasure.Then, I looked down, and there I saw his pinkish-brown butt hole, which deemed very tight, and I could almost tell it was pulsing. It seemed eager for contact. And I was willing to oblige so I dived my nose, burying my entire snout into the young ass crack. At the same time, my wicked tongue protruded and wasted no time to begin savoring his lovely, little hole.I felt the sweet breeze hitting the side of my face and torso, and my knees interred in the loose, golden sand as I tasted the ass crack skin and hole of this guy while I fondled his butt cheeks. I slowly ran my tongue up and down his butt fold followed by light biting of his ass cheeks. Then, I kissed and licked the aureole shade of his hole. He swiveled his hips in reaction to the fickering of my tongue. I couldn’t hold it any longer; I really wanted to taste him inside. So I stuffed his inviting anus with my stiffed tongue. It was very tight so I had to force a little bit. I swirled and twisted my tongue around as I pulled his cheeks apart with my hands. I also suckles his anus rim with my puckered lips around my tongue to drag out his inner flavors. He tasted so good. His body trembled. His lamenting moans had increased considerably. I inhaled in ecstasy, trying to absorb his essence as I applied more bites and kissed desperately his tender zone. I repeated my wicked tongue game several times. Then, I decided to just push my tongued up his butt hole repeated times, and soon I was tongue fucking him.He was breathing anxiously and his moans and squeals were quite audible. I was so excited and hard, I was considering unbuttoning my trousers to fuck his ass right then and there. Initially I was concerned that it was a public beach and we could get busted, but at that point I didn’t care. I was already munching his ass in plain view, even though I could not actually see anyone. And if there was, I was not hearing anyone complaining. So I began unbuttoning my pants.And that is when the ball hit me.