I have just had the most amazing sexual experience of my life. I can still barely believe it happened. It was as if my wildest sexual fantasy had come true. I never imagined that it ever would, and I’ve been a daze ever since. A very happy daze I might add.

It was another beautiful fall day at the beach, warm, with just a gentle wind off the ocean to soften the heat of the sun. I had arrived early, before midday, and walked a mile down the beach to where the low sandstone cliffs ended and the dunes began, spreading my towel on the warm sand in front of a small cluster of smooth rocks. This was a favorite spot of mine, well away from the crowds near the beach access, but not too near the further dunes and all the cruising that went on there. No one would bother me here, but it was a good spot to people watch, as folks came and went along the beach, some just walking for exercise, others in search of entertainment, as you find on nearly every nude beach. I was too shy to venture into the dunes, but I liked to watch the comings and goings of those who came along.

I was sitting with my back to one of the rocks, reading my book, when I first saw this guy walking along the beach, maybe a quarter of a mile away. I peered over the top of my sunglasses, and though he was too far away for me to make out any details, I could see enough to interest me. I could see that he was an older man, and fairly stocky, without being fat. As he got closer I could see that he had a moderate all over tan, and a lot of body hair too. He was approaching on a line that would take him within a few feet of me, so it seemed probable that he was interested in things other than just a walk, as the beach was two hundred yards wide. I removed my sunglasses, and pretended to read my book, whilst trying to watch out of the corner of my eye. As he came within thirty feet I casually looked up, and as they say, my heart skipped a beat. I smiled as I took in the sight, but before I could speak he smiled back, raised his hand and greeted me.

"Howdy! Beautiful day!" he exclaimed, stopping within a few feet of me.

"Sure is," I replied, and wanted to add, "all the more for seeing you! I think there’ll be a lot of folks down here this weekend."

"Oh, I think so. I hope so."

"You look like you’re a regular, with that tan."

"Well," he responded, "I’m a reg’lar nudist, if that’s what you mean. I guess I get down here fairly often, but we spend a lot of time up at the Ranch. You know the Ranch?"

"Oh, yes," I replied, "but I haven’t been up there."

I knew that he was referring to the nudist camp up in the foothills an hour or so away. I wondered about the we. "Don’t you have to be a member to go there?"

"Well, I guess so, but you can go as a guest. Me an’ my wife have a cabin there adjoining the property."

So that was the we, I thought. But we carried on talking, and he seemed in no rush to leave. I sat and took in the view. And, my, what a view! He was, I judged, in his late sixties, or maybe seventy, and stood a little under six feet tall and weighed, I estimated, around 200 pounds. He had a handsome, rugged face, with broad features, large ears and blue eyes. He had a floppy blue hat upon his head, and though I could see a fringe of short almost white hair, I felt that he hadn’t much hair on his head to speak of. His body was thick and muscular, still strong looking, with something of a broad belly, but hardly a paunch, and was very generously covered in hair, white at the neck, gray across his chest and shoulders, and darker on his belly and legs. His cock, whilst not above average in length, was the thickest I’d ever seen, almost "beer can thick" as the expression goes, with a large head under a big foreskin. This was matched with a set of balls the size of a small grapefruit, nestling in a grizzled hairy crotch. You might imagine the thoughts that were going through my head, as I tried to keep my mind on what I was saying as we chatted.

I felt my cock begin to stir, and realized with a slight embarrassment, that he had seen this and noticed, before I managed to change my position to cover it. Then I noticed that his cock had also begun to stir, and was filling out as he talked. I could barely tear my eyes from it, as it slowly lengthened until it was hanging down a good five inches, though he carried on talking as if completely unaware of this.

"I don’t have another towel, but you are welcome to pull up a rock." I offered. "My name’s Will."

"Tom," he replied, extending a large callused hand. I felt the electricity through the firm handshake. I wondered if he did. "I think I’ll just sit on the sand if you don’t mind. It’s softer on my old butt," he added, smiling.

He declined the offer of my towel and sat down facing me, about six feet away, leaning back against another rock and casually adjusting his cock and balls with his hand so that they were comfortably in front of his legs, and in full view. I tried not to look, as I tried to avoid getting a full on erection. We chatted easily for several minutes. He told me that he was a retired highway patrol officer, and when he wasn’t up at the Ranch he and his wife liked to travel around in their RV and visit as many nudist resorts and beaches as they could.

"I like this beach," he said, "Sometimes you can see folks putting on a show in the dunes over yonder."

"Wow! I’m sure they do, but I’ve never had the nerve to go and look. What do you do, just stand and look?"

"Why sure. That’s what they want. I wouldn’t stay where I wasn’t wanted."

"Are these gay or hetero shows?"

"Well, of course there’s both, but I prefer to watch the guys and gals."

"Wow! It sounds interesting, but I’m not sure I could do that. Don’t you get an erection?"

"Well of course. That’s what they want, too. There’s often a few folks standing round watching. You can jack off if you want, there’s no problem. Sometimes you get couples watching and the women will start sucking the guys."

By now, listening to Tom talking like that, I had an erection that was hard to hide. His cock was also getting harder I could see. "I’m sorry, but I’m a bit embarrassed. You talking about that is making me feel horny."

"That’s O.K. There’s no-one else around. That’s a fine sight to see!"

He moved position and adjusted his balls and cock, which by now was almost fully erect. It was a real beauty, about seven inches long and as thick as a cucumber. He slowly pulled back the foreskin to reveal a great purple head.

"Jeez, what a cock!" I exclaimed. "That’s a beauty."

"Well, you’re a pretty fine sight yourself. That must be eight inches long. I’d like to see that in action."

"It’s not that long. Do you like to play around with guys?" I asked.

"I guess I’m bi," he replied. "I like both. Preferably at the same time," he added with a twinkle in his eye. I love my wife, but I like younger guys in good shape. Like yourself," he grinned. "How about you?"

"I like both too, but I’m not attracted to the "gay" scene, and I only like older guys. Some older guys. Like you," I teased. "Does your wife know about this?," I asked him.

"She does. She’s sitting up at the other end of the beach, by the motorhome. She knows I’m a horny old devil, but she knows I’m careful. I’ll tell you, I’m nearly seventy years old, and I’ve seen something of life, but I reckon that life’s to be enjoyed as long as you don’t harm others and you’re careful, and I’m going to enjoy the years I’ve got left! I have three grown kids and six grandkids, and I love ‘em all. My first wife - the mother of my kids - and I, got divorced fifteen years ago, and I married Jenny, my present wife, about ten years ago. She’s twenty years younger than me. We’d lived together for three years before we got married. I met her at the Ranch, and in those days, things were a little wilder, we were both younger, and there was no Aids. So we used to go to some pretty good parties."

(CONTINUED)