The feeling of his manhood filling my mouth, the feeling of his hand on the back of my head, I loved it, and I wanted more.I had always heard stories ...f a nude “Gay” beach and I asked him if he had heard about it. “Oh, yes, it’s there but it’s even better at night though” he said. My urges and lust felt overwhelming. My sexual world expanding. My desires needing to be explored and satisfied.Walking down the beach, in the dark, I was so nervous. It was different than being with my first guy,. That trip had almost cost her the ultimate sacrifice; she vowed never to drop acid or any other narcotic again. Apart from cannabis, she had stuck to it since. The feeling of unworldliness was just like the initial hit of the acid, when colours and shape take on whole new meanings and dimension as a kaleidoscope distorted pattern.Three twenty two poked his nose around the edge of the opening. A tan band of fur followed his black nose. Then, hesitantly, the rest of his black and tan body left. I reached her back and got hold of her wonderful butts they were soft like pillows, oh no, softer than pillows. I licked and kissed and sucked them. Oh I went crazy! I don’t remember what else I did with those milky bums then I reached above and unclasped her bra hooks and rolled her on her back again removing the bra from her body, I stared at amazement at the beautifully placed and shaped breasts on her and they were not too large or too small. They were just of the perfect size and her light. I pushed myself through morning with the thought of my midday cig break, but it was hardly a relief once it came, slumped out back behind the store in the sticky heat, dumpsters festering beside me. I felt sick and dizzy, and the cigarette was like a cheap knock-off of nepenthe, just barely enough to dull the urge to slit my throat with my “Hello, my name is” pin. I felt anxious and uneasy and uncomfortable, like there was an itch stuck underneath my skin that wouldn’t go away. I kind of felt.