Mature and bear type of gays are plenty but unfortunately not many younger guys hang around here. After a 20 minutes walk away from the public beach (...here no nudism allowed), you can finally be free and take off all your clothes. Few summer ago, I met a friendly Dutch on my way to the beach and had a nice conversation on the bus. He was around 45, married and definitely not my type but like all the other gay men going there, I needed to feel secure instead of being alone so I accepted his. " We shall hope that the Elders will be interested in your words." These formalities taken care of, Mak turned and loped toward the gate. Yapping dogs, and cries of 'Who are they?' and 'Where are they from?' greeted him. It seemed as though most of the village's toofew children were there, milling uncertainly just inside the palisade of pointed logs."Traders! They have come to trade with us. The leader is called Nurm. Thirty men, with about twenty laden donkeys." He recited the stranger's words. That was not the first time I had a boy my own age in my bedroom, so my Mother didn't find it suspicious and UI don't think I had any inkling where the visit was going to end up.In my bedroom, alone together, there was an awkward silence .... we looked into each others eyes .... I felt my cock stiffen, real hard. I had been in this situation before with a couple of other friends who tried to get into my pants on the pretext of looking at National Geographic Magazene photos of naked natives. But. So although it's a little crowded, it's crowded in a very pleasant way.I sat with Krista in my lap. Mo served as a seat cushion and seatbelt for Andi. Mouse was sitting on Mike's lap and Brad was holding onto Madison.The two other girls in our car, Midge and Carol, sat together and kept each other from getting bored. It wasn't long before the flimsy garments the ladies were wearing began to serve as belts or disappear altogether. There was a lot of touching and teasing. But we had all agreed.