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The Professor's Cock

Yesterday, I wrote in my post:


"I like the idea that in less than an hour, I'll be naked at the beach and very likely soon after I will empty my balls while someone empties his into my ass."


When I got to the beach yesterday, I knew that this prophecy would not come true.


The setting was beautiful.


Gentle winds, nearly pristine sand, it was warm but not too hot. I was also alone, so I knew that I could scream the way I like to when a guy makes love to my ass without feeling embarrassed or watched.


Yes, the last part is essential for me. I'm a nudist, not an exhibitionist. I don't like people staring at my naked body at the beach, and I most certainly don't want someone to watch me getting fucked.


But, here was the problem.


While the beach was empty, so I could moan and scream and beg to be fucked as loud as I wanted to, still, the beach was empty.


What's the point of begging to be fucked if there is no cock around to deliver pleasure to my ass?


I was not even supposed to be at the beach yesterday.


Wednesday, I finish working at 3 PM. Up until not too long ago, I would go straight to the nude beach. But during this time of the year, the sun sets sat 4:45 PM. By the time I get there (it's 30+ minutes driving + 1-mile walk) I have less than an hour before it gets dark.


I wanted badly to go to the beach, not just for sex, but also to be naked. I miss it so much. Very soon, it will be too cold for that.


By noon my manager, the CEO, and all the other senior managers left the company to start the process of planning for 2020. They went to a different location to do that.


Technically speaking, I was the most senior person who was left behind to be in charge.


Realistically speaking, my pressing desire to shoot my load took charge of my mind, and by 2 PM, I went to the nude beach.


By 2:45 PM, I was naked, happy, but very much alone.

Then I saw one guy coming from the southern part. He reached the bottom exit (not my anus, that's the bottom's exit), and stood there for a while.


I could not tell how he looked like or who was he. He was too far away.