A group of friends and I decided to go beach camping one weekend at an isolated but clean, quiet place with killer waves. Some of the lads and lasses going along were strangers to me, but we all were very high spirited and knew we’d get along just fine.

We started to settle in to the beach house for a good quality weeks worth of surfing, bonfires, and beer. The weather forecast was blue sky for the whole week, and we even spotted some dolphins off the coast so everyone was looking splendid.

Getting along with some of the lads and lasses, we all essentially settled and adapted well. We all knew each other somewhat, except a small few, but after a few rounds of beers we were all getting along like great mates.

One lad in particular kept talking to me about the cricket and other events in life at the time that were significant, and we definitely shined a good chat as we engulfed a few rounds of piss.

Fast forward to the next morning; it’s about 5:30am, perfect time to crash in for a wave. I Got off my ass and threw on some board shorts, grabbed my towel and board, and quickly tip toed my way through the soft sand dunes down to the beach.

The sun was starting to flare as the morning arrived. The beach was glittering like diamonds as the ocean breeze carried a nice salty smell through the air. Any surfer would tell you that this is their first cup of coffee to start off the day.

I made my way down, still slightly difficult to see ahead as the sun had only just started to come up, and I noticed a lad was out crashing waves already.

It was the same lad I spoke to last night.

He had just come in from a run and sprung himself out of the water. He had a solid firm body, packing 6 formed abdomen muscles; he walked straight and strong. Water obviously was soaking off his body as he made way to his gear. He really reminded me of myself. He made me horny, and although I didn’t know why, he still just somehow turned me on.

I jogged my way down towards him to throw down my towel and get ready for a ride. He came over and we started to talk about the water, the rip, and how it was all like the current and tide. I noticed as we conversed that his masculine body shined as the water spoiled him. His hair hung jagged and short as he had a stand up posture.

Suddenly he commented about my physique. He complimented my upper shoulders and chest, describing them the way I had described his body in my mind.

I was surprised and flattered; I told him I thought the exact same of him.

Then it hit me. As we were talking about our bodies he immediately lowered his head down and moaned shyly, “Really?”

It fucking turned me on.

I walked over closer to him as he kept his head lowered and just grabbed him by his cock through his board shorts; it was so hard.

He suddenly sprung on the spot in surprise and starred me directly in the eyes. I still recall the sun rising behind him as he starred at me whilst my hand held his cock firmly.

I twisted my hand around it and started to stroke it as it grew harder and harder in my hand, like it was trying to fight its way out