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The weather had turned distinctly cooler, yet most leaves remained on the trees while the undergrowth between the path and sunning areas remained thick. The lower angle of the sun combined with the leaves to unfortunately create a lot of shade, since by this late in the season, sunlight was necessary to stay comfortably warm naked.
Today’s visit had been spontaneous, thick clouds clearing abruptly just around the time the sun would start shining on the edge of the grassy stretches between the path and cold water to at least start drying the now always present dew. Often, such conditions at this time of year led to the lake being quite empty, confirmed on arrival by only a couple of cars being parked under a lovely blue sky. With no one around, I took the opportunity to enjoy a joint, something rare when at the lake these days, after a storm simply erased the woods that had offered privacy when getting high several years ago.
This was newly acquired weed, part of the reason for visiting, adding as it does to the natural pleasures of being a naturist. Even before smoking half the joint, the effects were enticing. Possibly because normally about a half was what I would smoke with a friend in the past, plus it had been several weeks since last getting high this way. Good weed often makes me horny, getting stoned like this bringing back memories of enjoying visiting the lake with a bi friend, who would also get quite horny this way.
Stepping out the last bit of the roach on the ground, luckily the path to take was well worn into memory, because my mind was quite wonderfully fucked up. That no one was around was good, since my cock grew half hard underneath my jeans, with the friction caused by walking being quite tempting, to the point of letting my free hand move over my shaft more than occasionally while going along.
This was something never done alone, though some of walks in the past along this path with my friend definitely included her touching, much like how I would play with her smooth round ass, as she rarely wore underwear when going here. A couple of those times we had stopped to start kissing, leading to some fairly indiscreet if still deniable foreplay, such as fingering her uncovered pussy under her skirt or her hand rubbing openly over my erect cock. Whenever that happened, we would try to find an empty area, one where finger fucking her juicy pussy after putting on sun tan lotion was possible.
Seeing that the customary area was still mainly shaded, I took the short path between the blackberry bushes which separated the next area. This section has a semi-private one person alcove formed by the brambles, tall grass and a fallen trunk, along with a largish grass area. A pair of somewhat spread feet were visible. Also noticeable was a certain liquid sound. Walking by discretely to reach a sunny spot, I briefly turned my head, curious about the other visitor.
Or visitors, as it turned out, seeing two naked men, roughly my age and shape, though without my end of season seamless tan. Being stoned and already more than half aroused sharpened my curiosity, creating a certain sense of freedom today. Spreading out my blanket facing them, I looked over to get a better view of a hard cock being sucked. The man on his back turned his head, his interest in me equal to my interest in him. My cock began truly swelling, the pleasure growing as it did, along with swirling fantasies.
Unsure of the best way to undress, this being the potential start of a daring encounter, I decided that there was no reason to pretend about not getting turned on. This situation was already quite different from the last time, easily 15 years ago, I saw a naked blowjob, also around this type of year. That time, I just kept walking into another section, not wanting to disturb them.
Unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, exposing my bush as I was not wearing underwear, was followed by unbuttoning the shirt. Taking off boots and socks was straightforward, observing the other man turn around to look, hand wrapped around a glistening cock. At that point, I slid a hand inside my jeans, touching myself and moving the jeans down. Using that hand to change the direction of my rigid shaft, bringing it out and feeling the air along the now freed length.
Holding my erect length like this in front of men was not unfamiliar, occurring quite regularly during jack off sessions when in high school, involving one, two or even three other horny classmates. Back then, we looked at porn mags, orgasming without touching each other. Though honestly, once we were hard, we did not pay much attention to the pictures, because seeing a turned on person while masturbating is always too tempting to resist. Doubly so orgasming together, openly looking at each other as the cum pumped in fantastic spurts.
Now naked in the warmish air, cock jutting, laying on the blanket, quite surprised at myself, starting to moan, seeing the blowjob resume right in front of me. Though his istanbul travesti eyelids fluttered, the laying man was obviously enjoying the sight of my jacking as he was sucked. From the way that both blankets were arranged, they were not likely a pair in the sense of a couple. A thought that appealed in a direct way, wondering what sort of games might we play together, not particularly concerned about anyone seeing at this point.
This scene played into the sort of stereotype that had always appealed to me, men having anonymous sex with other men, letting their cocks rule. Something more than hinted at concerning certain sections of other nude beaches that were considered to be for gay men. Over the years, certain men brought up the subject, sometimes privately, though always with a degree of plausible deniability even with what sometimes seemed to be real interest. Women also had their stories, generally shared when a man talked about the subject, but without needing to worry as if they had been involved, often bemused and sometimes not really approving.
A lack of approval going beyond simply not wanting to deal with people having sex in public. There also appeared to a certain disapproval regarding just how freely the men were having sex. Along with an awareness that the men did not care about female opinion at all in this setting. Considering the lack of women around now kind of proved the point, in a way undoubtedly due to the fact of my being stoned watching a man going down on another led to dirty thoughts tempting an erect cock.
Or more reasonably, how exquisite it felt playing like this was tempting my willing mind like a beckoning spell. Seeing how the cock sucker was also playing with himself added to the excitement, both of them lost in bliss in front of a naked stranger now sharing their interests, just as aroused as themselves. When the cock sucker shifted position, the view was incredible. Laying stretched out on his side, sexy cock towards me, head turned to show off how he was going down on the other man, both able to see me jacking off.
Nothing is hidden about a naked man who is truly turned on, as all three of us certainly were. The temptation to join in just grew more seductive, making it easy to move quite close, reaching out to stroke the cock sucker’s leg, slowly sliding upwards along his thigh, both teasing and seeing if he was interested. Not that there was much doubt, but it seemed polite along with being a way to increase his interest.
When I felt a hand touch my hip, it was nice to realize that the other man had no problem with my presence either. The sensations of touching and being touched grew better as I shifted position to allow both of them easier access. The moans of the cock sucker when my hand reached his sack matched mine as the other man began playing with my bush, teasing me in the best way imaginable, wanting to have him touch my willing cock.
Now fully giving in to the reality that this sort of encounter can happen, becoming unconcerned about being seen. What had happened from the moment I saw them to now was predictable, demonstrating why nudists tend to frown on open sex. Once turned on, stopping can become positively impossible. Or worse, actively indulged, with the number of participants growing easily as inhibitions disappeared, people letting desire predictably influence their decisions.
The space remained constricted but did allow some privacy to be retained, enough to tempt me to consider further involvement. Sitting on a bent leg, the other stretched to the side parallel to the laying man, still playing with myself looking at a man getting head as my other hand started to drift upwards, taking a final intimate step to what had become inevitable.
Running my fingertips over the soft taut skin made me moan something about how wonderful his cock felt. The hand playing with my bush started caressing the hair underneath my sack, and soon the hair further back. That a stranger had uncovered one of my favorite pleasures added perfectly to starting to play with a gorgeous sexy cock, seeing the reaction reflected in the way his cock sucking became more sloppily explicit, his gaze centered on my cock.
Leading to me getting on my knees, the fingers playing with my hair continuing their magic. His attention remained fixed on my rod as it became available, moving a bit to make me enter paradise as he began to go down on me. I reached down to begin playing with the slippery rigid shaft of the other man. Stoned as I was, it took a moment to realize I was holding two cocks as the waves of bliss continued to grow larger with a stranger giving me head, taking my length far into the same place another stranger’s cock had just been.
In such a haze of pleasure, thinking becomes difficult, barely able to determine what is going on, such as realizing that my ass was being touched too. “Fuck yes, fuck yes” I sighed, gripping each cock tightly right under the cock head ridge. My eyes closed when the sensations increased again, knowing instinctively that my istanbul travestileri cock was being sucked with the other one, my stroking of his cock merging into the blow job to create fantastic delight sharing a man’s mouth. Being outdoors added to the natural satisfaction we were experiencing, beyond any inhibitions.
As my cock was taken deep into a welcoming mouth, I bent over, guiding a stranger’s cock towards my face. The sight was incredibly erotic, being closer than the cocks I used to watch, catching an enticing scent that had to be how his cock smelled. My mouth had become quite wet, something I knew he would love when sliding lips over his cock head. This was not a very comfortable arrangement for the longer term, but right now, it was spectacular, all three of us getting head together. Especially the way a wettened finger had started circling and lightly press against my hole while getting and giving head.
Straightening, right on the edge of having various muscles cramps, I let the cock sucker keep sucking two cocks at once, feeling a finger quite deep in my pulsing tight tunnel. Totally entranced, keeping orgasm under control as two men used me, I looked around, mainly due to thinking significant time had undoubtedly passed while getting off like this.
Between being stoned and so turned on, it was impossible to know how long we had been enjoying ourselves. Remembering in a fuzzy way that it had been long enough for multiple blow jobs, all of which had felt wonderfully timeless when occurring. This being a practical reason for preferring a raft in the middle of the lake when having sex, no need to worry about anyone seeing.
Glancing around, what I noticed was quite unexpected. A man was sitting right at the edge of the path, able to see us while being somewhat hidden from view. At the moment, I was the only one facing his direction, explaining why he had had enough time to open his shorts and start stroking his dick. This was not the first time seeing three hard cocks, though never imagining something like this back in high school.
He looked at me with the same sort of expression that must have been on my face – the look of a totally turned on slut. I had been the one he could see best, possibly from around the time I started sucking cock. When the mouth left my length to return to the cock beneath, I made sure he could me stroking a spit covered rod, looking at his own sexy extended cock. He understood the meaning, but the way he moved forward was a bit awkward, definitely not wanting to stand and expose himself. Suggesting that he too was essentially someone who could not resist seeing three strangers have sex, likely imagining getting involved as soon as he began touching himself.
When quite close, he reached out to tentatively touch the leg of the cock sucker, that being closer than any part of my body. Doing it much the same way I had, and to no surprise, the original cock sucker had no problem, turning his head enough to see that another man had joined in.
We all moved a bit, the laying man sliding further out of the alcove, making his cock accessible to me. At the same time, the cock sucker rolled and sat up, taking the new stranger’s cock gently in hand to guide it into his mouth, his third horny cock of the day. Not that I was jealous starting to go down on the other man, whose length was pure velvet from a cock sucker’s spit. It was a gloriously dirty thrill to see him sucking another hot cock while he looked at me going down on the man that had recently been in his mouth.
This had become the sort of unrestrained group sex that had filled my youthful fantasies, especially when stoned, being totally free with other men, surrendering to pure lust.
Feeling the new man’s hand over mine, allowing him to play with the hot cock of the man going down on him was easy. My now free fingers began playing in his exposed dark haired curled bush, something we shared, as the original two men were shaved. Doing much the same to him as had been done to me earlier, caressing the soft hair under his balls and around his ass, knowing that he would find it heavenly while getting head from a talented stranger.
What I did not expect was that he would be able to lean over his cock sucker to take my jutting rod into a soft welcoming mouth. Now, a second stranger swallowed me, matching the number of cocks I had sucked. Thinking distantly that any man doing that was probably not the sort of irritating voyeur that bothers women. Further, he was no longer a voyeur but a welcome and willing participant in a foursome, leading to the thought this might not have all been completely coincidental.
Though still without a smart phone or interest in any sort of social media myself, obviously arrangements of various types can be made online. On the other hand, such things happened by ‘chance’ among men long before the Internet. I had been more than open to such a possibility being so stoned, and the pair was already having sex before I arrived. A fourth man joining in was predictable enough, travesti istanbul even if he wasn’t naked like us, as the erotic power of open public sex overwhelmed him too.
His open shorts without underwear made it easy to have my hand go further inside to start running over his crack. A mouth began kissing my nipple, making it erect. The rhythm between my hand gripping his cock and the teeth lightly playing with my nipple merged, a finger still in my ass, cock pumping into another stranger’s skilled mouth.
Only slowly did I realize that two men were now orally satisfying my cock, or that my hand was gripping a slippery just sucked cock, hazily thinking that it was the second or third. The finger in my ass felt fantastic, so I started to do the same to the other kneeling man, feeling how his soft tunnel contracted and loosened as I went deeper. His expression kneeling below me made obvious that he was loving what was being done.
The largest part of the intense thrill for me was not being in public, but instead having addictively hot sex with three strangers. Especially how straightforwardly we were getting each other off, needing no words as we shared ourselves fully. Sinking into the mindless satisfaction of group sex, not really able to track what was going on, beyond any long ago fantasies of how good anonymous male only sex could be.
Getting off in public like this had never been a fantasy, however doing it became a fantastic thrill. Something as true now as the first time fucking in the lake here, that bi friend and I letting the sun, weed, and ice cold gin and tonics lead us on. That experience had been luxuriously slow and completely unanticipated, everything flowing effortlessly. We floated together skin touching in the warm water, smoking and kissing gently, drinking and caressing and fondling, until we began to merge, her large labia welcoming my cock head, her legs open and nipples floating gorgeously above the glittering surface as we fucked.
Today was different, fully male in its overwhelmingly addictive speed, cocks thoroughly in charge from the start. Feeling the mouth leave my nipple, a hand pushed my arm up, followed by a tongue starting to run over my armpit. Like the nipple kissing, this was an incredible sensation, something rarely done by any of the women I have had sex with. The fact that multiple mouths were involved played a major role in how extraordinary it felt as his tongue went along my neck, his hand now caressing my hair, with two mouths sharing my erect length.
He subtly guided my head down and to the side where his teeth were just starting to nip along sensitive skin, my lips parting in anticipation of what a stranger wanted from me. Our kiss was intensely sensual from the first contact, tongues touching and teasing, my hand stroking his head as the kiss deepened and became ever more passionate.
In contrast to my bi friend’s style, the gentlest kisser of my experience, this was an unrestrained matching of strength. Looking down as our tongues danced and teased explained why our kissing had become so intensely irresistible, as each cock was fully enveloped in a stranger’s mouth. Our pressing lips were equally strong, tongues touching in similar fashion, for me meeting an unexpected equal, yet another surprise on a day full of them.
During our extended kissing, he orgasmed. The kissing became extraordinarily good while he pumped a man’s mouth full of hot cum. Concentrating on what was happening to me, recognizing the cock sucking style of the fourth man was possible, meaning that the original laying man had been brought into heaven by the original cock sucker. As the fourth man’s mouth slowly withdrew from my own length, moving far enough back that my finger no longer was inside his ass, the kiss continued above him.
A kiss that grew insistent, tongue sliding past mine, roaming inside my mouth as my cock was enveloped in wonderful warm wetness. I love kissing, even as this went far beyond a straightforward kiss, with two mouths taking advantage of the pure horniness they created.
The texture of his mouth around my cock was unlike any experienced before, having an exquisite silky smoothness that felt perfect while surrendering completely to the sensation. My thoughts slowly caught up to the reality that this is what an already used mouth offers, another man’s cum adding an additional level of pleasure to everything else.
This being something never really experienced, creating a new awareness of just how irresistibly slutty men can become with each other. At this point, even trying to concentrate, barely keep track of just how many ways I was being pleasured by two mouths, a finger starting to fuck entrancingly deeper as my length was swallowed to my balls, feeling fingers playing with and twisting my still slick nipple.
It was not the talents of any of the strangers that were unimagined, though it remains true the best blow job in the world is the one you are getting right then. My bi friend is equally skilled, saying that oral sex is not a matter of male or female, but simply individual ability. Several of her fantasies involved glory holes and multiple cocks using her. Today provided a certain understanding of just how hot that would be for each man she went down on after the first was finished.
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