GAY
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Romance on the Beach
I
had been in Southern California for about a year when
it finally dawned on me that I was gay (some of us
are slow starters - I was 23 at the time) and from
that point on I was climbing the walls. I wanted a
guy - especially the cute, curly haired guys I would
see at the beach - terribly, but I didn't have the
nerve to approach them. I would walk the beach in
Venice (the area that is gay and used to even be nude)
and in a certain area off Ocean Park that used to
be heavily gay.
The
walks would fuel my imagination and besides, I also
enjoyed the exercise and fresh air. -- It was in the
early summer that year that I took a walk just after
dusk. I started in Venice and was walking north at
it got continually darker - for once I wasn't obsessed
with my newly discovered sexuality. A dog follow ed
me part of the way and I was having fun throwing a
stick for him out into the ocean. He finally loped
away and I was pretty much on my own - it was a bit
chilly that night and the beach was almost deserted.
When I got to Ocean Park, I sat down on the beach
for a while, just staring out on the ocean - something
that always had a calming effect on me. Then I noticed,
a ways out, that something was swimming around in
the waves. I couldn't quite make it out and I was
excited because I thought it might be a dolphin, something
I always wanted to see. -- I moved up to the water
line to see better. Then I got really excited. It
was a young man, and he was naked, frolicking around
in the surf. It took me about 10 seconds to decide
what to do and then, before I could change my mind
I stripped off my clothes and dove into the water,
swimming in his direction.
I'm
a good swimmer and waves were not high, so I didn't
have much trouble finding him. When I popped up near
him he was at first taken aback, but I turned on my
biggest smile and yelled "Hello!" He smiled
and waved back, and we started to drift towards each
other. I told him I thought I was the only person
crazy enough to swim nude in the twilight (this is
before all the scares about pollution in that area,
you understand) and he told me he did it all the time.
He loves to swim nude, he said, and the only way he
can do it without hassles from the police is to go
at night.
The
water, by the way, seemed warm and luxurious - much
warmer than the air. And so we just lazily swam around
for a while, telling each other about ourselves. When
he would take little dives I could see that he had
a trim, beautiful tanned body, made strong and taunt
from all the swimming. WE laughed a lot, sometimes
splashing each other all in fun. I wanted him so bad
- just even to hold him close - that I at times did
not know what to say. But he seemed content just to
swim and float in silence between spurts of conversation.
We were drifting toward shore when little started
to come in.
I
quietly swam between him and the open ocean and let
one of the waves knock me into him. He laughed and
I put me arm around his chest as if to steady myself.
Just the feel of his smooth skin almost made me come
- it was the first time I had felt a man's muscles
like that. I started to let go and he pushed down
on my head, dunking me in fun. I swam underneath him
and toppled him. This time I actually touched his ass
and for me, the feeling was like falling off a cliff.
I was his, he could do anything with me, if only he
wanted to. And he did... We started to frolic in the
water, jsut at the point where we could barely touch
ocean bottom, so it was easy to knock each other off
balance. I had a raging hard on, harder than I had
ever been in my life, but I was so entranced by him
that I didn't care if he noticed. Finally, he got
around me and grabed me from behind, wrapping his
arms around my chest and pulling me close. I stopped
resisting and when he pulled me to him, tight, I knew
that he had a hard on, too. For what seemed forever,
we just stood there, our heads above water, our bodies
close. Little waves would pass over us, but we didn't
move.
He
started to rub his hands across my chest, giving me
a little massage. I dropped my head down, completely
enveloped by the pleasure. Then I reached around to
pull him even closer and to feel his back muscles.
He turned me around and hugged me close, letting his
hands fall down to my ass. We kissed, the first time
I had ever kissed a man that way, and he slipped his
tongue into my mouth. I had been with girls, but it
was never like this. This was electric. We were both
rubbing our hands all over now and he reached around
to put his tongue in my ear. I don't think I will
ever have a moment that erotic again in my life.
Finally,
he whispered that we might want to get out of the
ocean and warm up at his apartment. I asked where
he lived and since I lived closer, I suggested we
go there. We went up on the beach and it took me 5
or six minutes to find my clothes (he had wisely put
his under a lifeguard station so he had no trouble.
WE laughed a lot about all this - there were other
people on the beach and they just giggled at the sight
of me frantically looking for my clothes. When no
one was around, he dried me off with his towel and
stole a kiss. Luckily I found my clothes before someone
else came along ---- We made love that night and I
can't say that it was perfect. I was still too new
to all this and more than a little conflicted. But
he was gentle and the sex was like nothing I had ever
had before. I saw him a few more times before he fell
in love with a violinist he met at UCLA, where he
was a public health student. I didn't regret it, I
didn't really love him, but he will always be special
to me. I wonder where he is now?
THE END
