Right now I’m not getting laid and it’s making me nostalgic. I’m still in a shack in the country “working on my book” but various scenes from my sexual past keep creeping into my thoughts. The little beach town I’m visiting kind of reminds me of this place I visited one summer when I was 18.

I had just graduated high school. My friend’s parents had a pretty white house and they were away. So we came with our suitcases and of course lived like pigs, oiling ourselves up on the beach every day, drinking beers, then stumbling home drunk.

One day on the beach we met these two guys who were slightly older than us. We were both lying flat on our towels and they stooped over us, grinning and flirting. The one who seemed to be admiring me had a hairy chest and dark stubble. He had been in the water so I could see the outline of his cock through his swim trunks. I tried not to look at it.

His name was Tom. He kept rubbing his chin and asking me another question. They were all mundane questions. He wanted to know where I was from, where I went to high school and if I was going to college. But somehow, the way he was leering at me, each question had a perverted edge, like he was really asking if I wanted his cum in my mouth. And of course I did. So, feeling flattered and horny, we let these guys walk us home.

We all drank wine in the living room and soon Tom had his arm around me. “Where’s your bedroom?” he whispered.

I just smiled at him. I felt weak in his arms, weak from the sun. Then I looked over and my slutty friend was making out with the other guy. Her tits were popping out of her bikini top and he was licking them. It both turned me on and embarrassed me. I was young and pretty sexually inexperienced at that time. I just blushed.

So Tom picked me up and carried me into the other room. It was so hot, his strength and his confidence. He put my down on the bed and started kissing me aggressively, his tongue plunging deep in my mouth. His stubble hurt but I kissed him back, I wanted him bad.

Then he peeled off my bathing suit and spread my legs. He asked if I was a virgin and I shook my head. But I’m sure he could tell I hadn’t been with a lot of guys. He stuck a couple fingers inside me and jiggled them around. I could feel his erection on my leg. I knew he was getting my pussy ready for it.

“You’re so tight,” he said, pushing his fingers deeper inside me. Then he stroked his cock for a moment and pushed it inside me. It wasn’t a huge dick but it was a fat dick, the fattest dick I’d ever fucked. It hurt a little going in.

He fucked me slowly and soon I was really wet and trembling. Then he raised my legs up over my head and started pounding me hard. I liked feeling his balls smack against me. He stuck his fingers in my mouth and I sucked them. He loved that. He sprayed all over my tits.