The full story of a night at the gulf
Posted by dolby1000 on August 13, 2024 at 14:40:45
The second night, when I had on my newer Levis, it got a bit interesting. I was strolling around the shore and had not gotten wet yet, when a guy came up to me. There was alcohol on his breath, so I wondered what he wanted. He offered me a fictional $1,000,000 to swim out to the buoy and return. Since it was a moonless night, one could not even see a buoy, much less determine if one had swum out there or not. He claimed to be an ex-lifeguard who was more than a bit afraid to swim in the gulf at night due to the blackness. I told him even in the daytime I wasn’t a strong enough swimmer to do that.
He went on for a few more minutes lamenting the dangers of night swimming, increasing and decreasing the fictional amounts to take a dark swim. I finally offered that I would go out beyond where the waves were breaking and walk about chest deep, knowing that the beach was shallow and although the waves were many, they really weren’t very high. I had been swimming often so the sea, while always being cautious, didn’t really scare me.
Really, he asked, you would go in the black water that high? He dug around in his pockets and to my surprise, produced 5 20s. Now, I was not naïve enough to think that this guy was going to give me $100. I pretty well knew that as soon as I got into the water, he would scramble away. It didn’t matter much as I had planned on soaking my sketchers (they were on their final swim), my gray socks, my newer dark blue Levis, my green boxer briefs and my gray vans t-shirt. I was getting excited and a bit hard with the thoughts of soaking everything, regardless of the money.
I went to walk into the surf, and he stopped me, aren’t you going to take off your clothes, it’s dark, no one will see you, at least to your underwear?
Nope, I replied, a deal is a deal, and I slowly walked into the surf and kept going until everything was soaked. We could barely see each other, and I was easy enough to see that I had cleared the breakers. I relished my soaking condition for a few minutes, loving the way the waves went through my pants. I was getting even harder in my briefs, a sensation I was enjoying very much. Before he could leave, I exited the water and returned to standing next to him. To my surprise, he handed me the money, saying that I was braver than him. I advised him it did not take much bravery, just be willing to get wet.
He noticed I kept adjusting myself as the warm water and the waves and standing there soaked was keeping my dick nice and erect. He asked if I had an issue down there. I explained that wet clothes in warm water was a fetish of mine and being in the water had produced the effect. He seemed interested.
I noticed he was wearing tan pants, dockers I think, with a white tank top and sandals on his feet. I pointed at the ocean and challenged him to go ahead, I would follow. He said he had not gotten wet in his clothes in a long time. I explained he was well past due then, as I adjusted myself again. I could tell my dick had exited my underwear and was deriving please pressing against my blue jeans.
We walked out, to just past the breakers, him holding my hand for steadiness. When the waves reached his crotch, he let out a whoop of surprise. You’re right, he said, this is warm and it does feel good.
I made the first move, accidentally (on purpose) moving my hand over his pants as we tried to steady ourselves. He had gotten as hard as I was. He grabbed my hand and pulled it back over his dick, explaining how good it felt. I know, I replied, I feel the same way. As the waves rolled over our waists, keeping us soaked, we gave each other a pretty good hand job. Being dark, no one noticed us.
I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down bit, giving him free access to my wet underwear. I am a wet underwear person, and I loved it when he touched me through my soaking wet underwear which was sticking to my dick. He unbuttoned too and I saw he had on nearly identical boxer briefs like mine. I played with him some more and as is not unusual when 2 guys are touching one another, we both came within seconds of each other. I speak for myself when I say it was one of the hardest cums I’ve had in a long, long while. We buttoned up and returned to the beach.
I thanked him for the $$ and he thanked me for reminding him how exciting it is to get one’s clothes wet.
I will never see him again, but I will remember the gigantic cum session we shared.
- Re: The full story of a night at the gulf wetlevisboy 08:50:13 8/14/2024
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