Tim

Tim never regretted his life; he looked back on his youth with fondness
but never once wished to go back. Sure, those were the glory days, the
days of the bathhouses, multiple tricks, and hard-ons that lasted all
night. But life was still good for Tim. He’d been successful in business,
he was retired now, at age 52 and living on the beaches of Monterrey. He
was over his tramping self and enjoying the fruits of his youth.

Every afternoon, a group of 6 or 7 surfers would stop by for an hour or
two of good waves. Most people along the beach chased the young men
off, but Tim really didn’t mind them using his beach. Afterall, he thought,
we’re all young once and far be it for him to ruin their fun. They were
harmless, they didn’t dirty up his beach, and, well, let’s face it, they had
fabulous bodies!

Tim only occasionally went outside when the young men were out there,
but mainly it was to enjoy the sun or to pick up trash floating in from the
ocean. On other days, he’d bring a sand chair out and sit in the shallow
surf to watch the adept surfers do their thing. Sure, Tim fantasized about
the guys, but that was always as far as it went. He’d never entertained
the thought of approaching the presumably straight boys, and really,
even if they were gay, they were just too young for Tim. They were in
their late teens or early twenties, and Tim could have been any one of
their fathers. Nonetheless, Tim would sit in the surf, close his eyes and
remember his own youth. The days when old men looked at his body
and fantasized having a piece of his ass.

Tim wore loose gym shorts; he liked the way the surf made his dick
dance in the current. From one side, to the other and back again. It
usually took about 15 minutes for him to get hard unless the water was
painfully chilly. Today, the temperature was just right, so Tim sat back,
watched the sun glisten off the young men’s bodies and smiled to
himself. Eventually, Tim fell asleep in the warmth of the sun, dick still
dangling out of his shorts.

Tim started to dream, he dreamt that someone was sucking his cock. A
young muscular man whose face Tim could not see was bobbing his
head over Tim’s bulging dick. Tim shifted in his chair, slumping down a
little, letting his legs flop to the sides. As all dreams go, this young man
sucked dick like no man before him, Tim could even feel his temperature
rise. Now half-asleep in somewhat of an orgasmic haze, Tim’s hips
gently moved with the motion of the young man’s blowjob action. Tim’s
load started to surge and in his dream he started to blow jism into the
young man’s mouth. The man removed his mouth and jerked Tim’s
spurting dick better than Tim ever did for himself! Every ounce of energy
Tim had shot out of Tim’s pulsating cock and his head rolled gently to
the side. Smiling, Tim lazily opened his eyes and was surprised to find
his load floating in front of him. Sitting up now, Tim watched as a young
man, surfboard under one arm slowly trotted away.

No way, Tim thought. I’m just still asleep. Then the youth turned slightly
and hollered over his shoulder, "Thanks for letting us use the beach!"

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