South Corsica beach. Late summer sun scorches the sand. I’m in my twenties, single, heart pounding as I veer right toward the naturist stretch. Miles of deserted paradise, hidden by rough paths. Bodies dot the distance—naked, oiled, exposed.
Sand drags at my feet. Sweat beads on my skin. I pass lone men, cocks dangling free, some thick, some shy behind shades. My gaze lingers. Pulse quickens. Bisexual urges stir—rare past tastes fuel this reckless pull.
The Fever
I drop my towel near the water. Legs shake. Peel off my swimsuit. Naked now. Cool air hits my skin, cock twitching under furtive stares. Neighbors glance? Distance blurs it. Fear mixes with thrill. I swim. Return. Boredom creeps as crowds thin.
Then he appears. Forties, fit, strolling nude along the shore. His cock—shaved smooth, heavy between toned thighs. He nods. I stretch out, legs splayed, offering my goods. Heart hammers. He pauses. Veers toward me.
Drops his towel ten meters off. Sits. Stares at the horizon. My eyes lock on that sleek shaft. Heat builds. I dive into waves, glance back—he watches. Crazy idea hits. I swim parallel, emerge at his spot. Water streams off me. Cock half-hard, I fight it. Walk away, ass arched, feeling his eyes burn.
He rises. Mirrors me. Swims out, surfaces near my towel. His cock thicker now, rising. Mine surges, rigid. I spread legs wide, erection blatant. He steps closer. ‘Bonjour,’ cheerful. Chats weather, views. Sits beside me. Hand slides under my thigh.
Frozen. Fingers creep up. Brush my balls, shaft. Cock throbs hard. We talk naturism. He strokes slow, firm. Grip tightens. I ache. Joke about no dunes. He laughs, points to tamarisk grove behind fence. ‘Come, I’ll show you.’ Trembling, I follow into shadows.
The Blaze
His arms wrap my waist. Cocks grind. We collapse on sand. Heat of his skin sears mine. Lips trace his chest. Fingers tease his smooth cock. Pulse races wild.
Mouth waters. Suck his balls deep, tongue swirling. Stroke slow. He groans. Breath hitches. Slide up. Peel foreskin. Glistening head. Salty pre-cum. Take him in. Warm, velvety shaft fills me.
Slow bobs. Tongue laps slit, circles crown. Down the vein, throat deep. His hips buck. Rhythm syncs. Hand pumps base, mouth owns the tip. Growls build. Tension coils.
He arches. First hot spurt floods my mouth—thick, bitter tang. More pulses, coating tongue. I swallow greedy, milking every drop. Lick clean. He slumps, spent.
Rises. Kisses fierce. Grabs my cock. Rough jerks. I explode, ropes splatter his abs. Waves crash distant. Skin still fever-hot. We share whispers, glow of release. Return to shore. Part ways. Hope burns—tamarisks wait someday.