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I arrived late in the afternoon, settled in and went to a bike. I took a small backpack with things with me and was already driving towards Monsena. I put my bike down at one bush and headed with a towel over my shoulder towards a place where there would be about about the beaches of any I had heard.

I descended to the rocks by the sea in a suitable search space. I saw more and more guys, I was wearing loose shorts. The guy on the rocks is mostly naked. I have noticed that some are shamelessly grouping, some are kissing, others are already lustfully licking.

For the most part, however, none of the guys who were themselves are the same to me. I didn't get too crowded either. So I moved on. I looked for a little more secluded place and found it.

A few guys were sunbathing in the late afternoon sun. I, too, got up, undressed, and lay down on a towel. I looked around a bit, watched.

Nothing encouraging or interesting. I lay on my back and let in the gentle rays of the sun. I thought a little about possible adventures,. Of course it swelled up a bit for me, but it faded a bit again.

Maybe it was about 15 minutes before a shadow fell over me. I opened my eyes and a 30-year-old guy with a darker complexion was squatting next to me. He was naked and I immediately saw dangling genitals and balls hanging in his scrotum between legs.

Anyway, it immediately caught my eye that it was clean shaved below. He smiled. It was clear that he also saw my slightly swollen limb, which was much harder a minute or so ago.

The guy had a nice and clean-shaven face. I was groomed myself. Nicely shaved below. Otherwise, I always am. The moment lasted a little longer. We looked at each other silently.

I stared between his legs. I felt mine move. I was scratched under the balls. His, too, twitched, moved, began to grow, swell.

When this was happening we looked each other but not in the eyes. We looked elsewhere. The swelling of the genitals continued.

His dark cock stood up, jerked, and tensed a little more. The head was half open. Mine also hardened. He put his hand on my hips. I stretched my hand between his legs touching the hanging balls.

I hugged them lightly, stroked them. He jerked. He grabbed me too. He squeezed it for me, pulled the foreskin down. I followed his movements and grabbed his carrot myself. We masturbated to each other.

All the more powerful but still somehow gentle and with feeling. I watched his balls sway beautifully and seductively. He squeezed it harder on me as I grabbed them and stretched them a little. He brought his body closer to me.

He was still in a squatting position and had a nice taut ass, I turned a little more to the side.

I spread my legs so that he too could grasp my full wealth. I stroked his balls and ran my index finger over the smooth skin under his balls and almost approached his anus.

His dick jerked harder this time. He sighed and said more in English with an Italian accent. I felt him.

He waved his hips. We continued with the excitement, which grew into a growing enthusiasm. We processed them harder. Then he suggested and hinted that we could retreat a little. I followed him behind one wall. It suited me that we weren’t too on display.

We continued there. She stood leaning against the wall, limping, clinging, until an incredibly strong kiss followed, which grew into licking and deep kissing. I don't even remember how or when we got down on the towels and started licking each other. We teased each other's full balls and worked hard cocks.

We lay on our hips and he willingly spread my legs and allowed me to go between my buttocks. I couldn’t help but start licking the lust center.

Everything continued with his extremely strong blowjob, sucking, handjob, We enjoyed ourselves more and more breathlessly. I teased him after the heart of the rectum. Even a little with your fingers. It all ended with redemptive orgasms. It was wild and relaxing.

He was later cooled by a jump into the sea.

I admit that in a good hour we repeated everything in his tent.