Sex on the beach

Who is trying to sunbathe in tranquility, recreation at the beach or try sexual adventures of all kinds know that between ... Sabaudia and Latin America, there is a little-used stretch of beach, with beach and water clear enough. This stretch of beach , more precisely, between the harbor of Rio Martino (Latin) and the place called the Bufalara (Sabaudia), the presence of a herd of buffaloes, over a wide area facing the sea is quiet and little frequented.
The road parallel to the dune, which connected Rio Martino and Bufalara, was closed to vehicular traffic, because unsafe due to erosion of the coast and therefore, for this reason, call - way off. The road, a couple of miles long, overlooking the beach and flanks, along the path a 'protected area, scrub, part of the Circeo National Park.
The temperatures of these hot days, the afternoon breeze, had produced in me a desire to double. First, a refreshing bath and the second is an uncontrollable desire for transgression, I wanted sex. I decided, after having spent the morning hanging out shopping for the afternoon armed with a swimsuit, beach towel, creams, suntan oil, newspapers and books, putting on his sunglasses, walked to the car Bufalara.
It took me a little 'time to find parking, the beach was crowded with bathers Sabaudia side, while Latin side was clear.
In order to have more privacy and achieve the purpose for which I came, I knew I had stopped further along the road and try to move them away as possible from the crowd of bathers, who packed the beginning of the beach.
It was hot, I took the pole, gettatto the beach towel on the shoulder and put on the backpack I walked along the path of the road stopped.
The path was clear, there was no one who walked on the beach, after passing the initial area crowded, there were few people in the water or lying.
Continuing to walk, the first people I met. A middle-aged woman, still attractive, accompanied by a young man ... a man ... with a Panzuto swimsuit that shows off his dick swelling ... was an active hunter waiting for his prey.
The man looked at me from Panzuto piacione ... I saw the subject ... ... ... continued carelessly along the path looking down, trying to find a place on the beach not crowded and possibly a simple and easy path of descent. I found it and noticed that the stretch of beach was almost completely free, then begins the descent from the lustful eyes clouded and I rubbed my Panzuto ... ... and I continued the slight descent, arrived on the beach, I chose where to put the towel
beach ... once stretched, taken from his backpack cream, oil, paper and the book and based entirely on the cloth.
I was still in shorts, I took off my sandals and walked toward the shore, the water was warm and clear. Meanwhile Panzuto had given up ... the beach was not his hunting ground ... did not have the physique.
These predators prefer to stay on the path of the road cut, near the Mediterranean, where, once the prey captured (consenting), consume their own rite. There are two types of hunters, the hunter-active and passive, they are both predators.
Meanwhile, I, free visually by the presence of unwanted strangers, I began to ease. I deliberately stayed in shorts, I put the sunscreen. The sun was high, along the shore there was hardly anyone to walk, they were all lying in the sun or buildings you see in the distance, in the shade under the umbrellas. Taking into account that in order to enjoy the beauty of the place, unable to get in the car, it is advisable to carry weights, so many visitors to this beach does not have an umbrella.
Lying on the beach towel, with your buttocks up absentmindedly thumbed through the newspaper, was not the reading that I had brought to Bufalara.
As I continued in this exercise listlessly, with the corner of my eye I saw several people passing on the trail. They were mostly men, bare-chested in shorts or skimpy panties ... in many stopped, looked down ... pointed ones lying on towels or water ... and ... bolder ... someone to call the attention of potential prey had consented to ... hands on his genitals. Far from me I noticed, maybe a forty year old gym ... that suddenly, after having picked up the towel and the bag with his things ... he walked briskly toward the mound of sand from the beach that leads to the path. Looking up, I noticed the reason for this rapid maneuver on the part of the forties. Overlooking the street jutting out on the beach, bare-chested and in briefs there was a man of middle age after having received and noted that the prey, fell into the trap in a conscious way, is away, hiding from my view, to 'center of the stain.
Shortly thereafter, I knew the gym would later forties, I guess it was a rite already tested and that the two knew each other.
I do not know which of them was the passive or active, but they would meet soon and I figured, what would be thrilling successo.Testicoli swollen, turgid cocks who met with chapels shiny. Hands rubbed on the chest, buttocks ... nipples ... fingers holding hands palpating the testicles .. fingers wrapped themselves against increasingly swollen cocks ... sucking nipples ... hot mouths and warm cum milked cock that penetrated ... ... ... gently at first then violently in a buttery ass ... the two men were savagely fucked ... ... I enjoy without restraint ... I gave up reading, absorbed in these thoughts now, lying on his stomach, his head resting on hands, eyes closed, I had not realized that I was no longer alone. Opening his eyes, shifting belly up, turning his head first one way then the other, at a safe distance on my right, sitting on a towel, dressed as a boy was strong and apparently little tan, with an eye towards the sea, watching the horizon.
I knew it was only an appearance, the majority of visitors to this beach, especially those who decide to advancing in the most central part of it, that is the least busy to be looking for some adventure. In order to understand if the boy was there by mistake to take the sun or simply give or take something else ... I knew what to do ... I had to provoke him ... and see his reactions. Pretending not to see him, I got up slowly and began asking him away ... ... like the peacock to make the wheel.
I had deliberately kept the shorts ... now it was time to take it off ... I was naked ... I was not in a slip ... more properly a thong ... With a slow operation and enough women ... always turning his back on the boy shorts unbuttoned ... slowly and always I dropped to my feet, accompanied by a hand ... I knew that the boy was watching ... I once fell to my feet ... I pulled down her back, sticking his ass ... ... made even more enhanced by the thong ... I picked up the shorts ... bent as he would a woman ... ... or deposited on the cloth near the backpack ... I took the suntan oil ... I lay belly up ... or careless of the presence of maschiotto ... ... before I started to lubricate your chest slowly ... slowly ... the arms ... ... legs ... slowly ... slowly ... your ass the ass. From the corner of my eye, and with the help of dark glasses I noticed that all this had not left indifferent moina ... as I thought the boy was already gone ... .. paranoia was horny ... did not you tossing and turning on the cloth is ... he stood up ... two steps ... sat ... get up ... it was very close to the shore ... then ... an attempt ... to me he had not the courage. Now I understood that the boy was not a wolf cub ... ... but a simple would never take the initiative ... the other thing now certain that it was not here to enjoy the sun ... but ... give or take his bulge on the low belly ... I guess that he was ready for a hearty ejaculation ... ... needed to donate his sperm.
... I had to take the initiative before the situation is changing in my favor.
I noticed that both in water and on shore there was no one ... this was the moment. I got off the canvas ... and slowly without looking towards the boy ... but watching his reaction to the body ... polished ... oil and gently swaying ... I went to the shore ... On the way to make more explicit the maneuver pretended to repair my ... the thong ... I lowered even more ... I rubbed my ass and I put my hand in the costume adjusting the position of the testicles and penis. The boy was standing ... .. now ... still impaled with eyes wide open ... and the costume more and more bloated. I made a quick run ... ... a somersault and walked away from the shore along the way ... ... ... I took off the costume and held it between his teeth. I continued to move away from the shore the water ... now I arrived at the shoulders ... .. I turned around and noticed that the boy was in the water ... .. even if at a certain distance. I had to continue with my rigamarole. The young man had not noticed that I was without costume ... I had to make it clear. I decided to take the lead again ... I went to him and did a somersault in order to bring up the bare buttocks and make them visible. I do not know how long I was under the water with his head ... but to my surprise ... when it resurfaced ... open your eyes ... I was confronted with the face of the boy ... who had courage and he did loose all of its reserves. It was done ... I left the hair from his eyes, removed the costume from the teeth ... and without giving a moment of reflection ... I avvinai to his body ... I reached the free ... stuck in the costume ... and I found myself holding a swollen and turgid dick. Hugged him passionately ... the boy ... Look for the small pain ... because you did not expect ... let out a little yelp. I took courage ... saw his mild reaction ... even the liberal commitment atra hand to hold the costume and clutching the foul and the first full and hard and the other is squeezed around the swollen testicles, massaging them gently. The boy was in ecstasy ... no response. I walked over to him and even more after having licked his earlobe ... I whispered to him to take off the costume ... we were more comfortable. He said it ... with a soft voice and shy person ... to be embarrassed ... as she took off the costume ... I plunged before him, holding his hands on her hips and eyes open ... ... spotted ... I grabbed his cock with one hand while the other remained anchored at his side ... I went ... I put it all into the mouth of mo '... a mouthpiece and began to work it with your tongue when it's nice to get you a saw blade turgid started caressing his balls, while the teasing the
chapel with basins and licks doing ricamini of saliva, then printed out a couple of basins at the base of the penis and licked my balls while you masturbate harder and harder with his tongue slowly up from root to tip, and gave him a basin along the glans He liked the feeling ... enjoy. With my hands I held his head under the water, clinging to its members .... while her hips were moving back and forth ... ... I was sweeping. I was running the air ... I should stop or continue ... ... I decided to go after, however, raised her head and quickly confiscated a little 'd' fresh air. I immersed myself ... faster ... not to lose the rhythm and the concentration of my partner I opened his mouth again as I can slowly swallowing his cock still hard and swollen and began to suck gently with lots of love facendotelo become bigger, Then I started sucking him a pump strong and doing the dimples on the cheeks, then I again took her head in her hands and starts fucking her mouth vigorously,
as long as a horny beast cum inside me screaming with lust and violent hot and filled with cum, I swallowed it all without problems, it made me sick. The boy's hands were not more pressure on my head ... I started to climb slowly ... my face was pressing on her belly ... tense ... the last shots in the throes of orgasm involuntary ... way up, I continued to lick her belly ... the pectoral re-emerged ... ... I held on to him ... tightening the legs to his waist ... his left hand resting on his shoulder ... the other one continued to squeeze and fondle his balls ... his mouth glued to her nipple hard. After having a little suck my nipples ... I sensed it was time to stop ... the boy ... it was empty ... it was satisfied ... I kissed him lightly on the neck ... I removed the legs from the hips ... it was time to go. As I picked the costume stuck under my feet, to my surprise ... the boy took the initiative ... ... ... I grabbed a hand came up to me ... if I printed a long, sensual kiss on the mouth ... I massaged his testicles and penis . It was his way to make me understand that he had appreciated the treatment that I liked ... ... ... now that his cock deflated and limp ... thanks. I realized ... there was no need to talk ... I wore the costume and walked away from him. The day was beautiful ... hot ... nice and full. I think the boy ... ... ... lonely ... quiet ... so embarrassed ... hot ... hot ... I will meet him again ... it's destiny.