How I Met Philip

My long awaited vacation had begun at last. Walking out of my employer's building I began to daydream about enjoying a long weekend. Early the next day I awoke well rested.

There was no one special in my life these days. Stephanie had gone the day I told her that I was not sure if I wanted to marry her. Before storming out, she bitched that I had wasted four years of her life. The breakup had been too recent to even think about having another woman. Besides that I was becoming more and more bi curious.

I almost couldn't wait to be at the island enjoying it's beaches, but that's not news to anyone who knows me. Basking in the sun, listening to the breakers roll onto the shore and just watching people have always been favorite ways to pass a vacation day. Arriving on Martha's Vineyard late on Friday morning, I settled into the hotel room that I would have till Monday.

The notion of going nude on the beach had come to me a few months ago when the snow was piled high at the corners of the driveway at my suburban home on the mainland. Located in the north west corner of the island is a nude bathing beach called Moshups.

The plans were set in motion. A rented blue 7 speed Giant brand bicycle from the shop near my Vineyard Haven hotel room would be all the transport I would require. Besides I have always enjoyed cycling. A long look at a map enabled me to memorize a route to the beach. It was still well before noon when I hit the road peddling with beach towel in my back pack and rolled straw mat hooked by cords to the bike frame. An hour should be plenty of time.

As soon as I arrived I locked the bike around a street sign pole and walked onto the beach. Several couples and singles were lying in the sun or bathing in the surf. Immediately I stripped naked and stuffed my shorts, t shirt and gray velcro fasten sandals into the backpack.

The scenery there was breathtaking. Several yards inland from the surf line is the high cliff called Gay Head. The terrain atop the cliff is covered in wild grass. Tracts of beach are covered in small rock making it uncomfortable to walk.

Off to my right perhaps a hundred feet when I first saw him, a handsome stranger came walking toward where I sat. I watched his approach. He stood perhaps five foot eight, had light brown hair, and a medium build. His large, fat cock hung captivatingly before my eyes.

"Nice day isn't it?" he said.

"Yes," I replied.

"Do you mind some company?"

"Not at all," I answered gesturing to my straw mat.

We lay side by side making small talk, learning a little about each other. Philip had mentioned vacationing here with his family years before though they did not venture far from Vineyard Haven. Now thirty, he had begun bathing nude only recently. He had been a young teen when he realized that he's gay, but kept it quiet for years. He talked about the bars and the night life giving me the impression that he had been around the block. I didn't care about that so long as he was HIV negative.

Laying there for a few minutes chatting with him led to much more. Suddenly feeling his hand moving gently on my ass made me smile. My cock gradually stirred and stiffened in wild anticipation until it pointed toward my face. He reached for my raging hardon stroking it gently in his loosely closed hand. The idea of hot sex outside had never occurred to me till now. But now as I lay with this stranger I wanted to take him.

It was time to play. Lying face down atop his lap, my lips touched his now throbbing sex sliding and swirling my tongue along the boner. After a few seconds I began to suck hard taking the moistened, tasty man meat deep into my throat. At the same moment I was getting a nice blow job. Philip lay face up, his head bobbing on my throbbing sex.

Playing led to intercourse. He rolled me onto my side. My hole, widened by hours of play with my dildo, easily took his throbbing member. For a few minutes I wanted him not to stop, not to pull it out. Pumping me at times rapidly, and at times slowly rubbing the walls of my ass brought me to ecstasy. The smacking of pelvis against ass cheeks drove me wild.

Neither of us cared as we fucked each other that eyes might be on us while we were having our afternoon delight. Orgies apparently were a common occurrence at this beach.

Finished and quite satisfied we started chatting again. I mentioned my home town. He turned out to be living in the same state, though not the same zip code.

"We're the same age."

"Yeah," he answered running his fingers along my thigh as he spoke.

Was he thinking what I was thinking?

"Where are you staying?"

"Vineyard Haven," I answered and gave him the name of my hotel.

His face seemed to light up.

"We're in the same hotel."

I just hit pay dirt. This gorgeous hunk would be available for the next couple of days.

Coming home to the mainland I realized that I might never see Philip again. In any case I would always have those three days in his company.

I had been home for just a day and was outside enjoying fresh air when my cell phone rang.

"Hello," I said, "who's this?"

"This is Philip from Martha's Vineyard."

"I was just thinking about you."

"You never gave me your address."

Now that I think of it, I had not given him my cell phone number either. He must have looked at the back of the phone. Anyway after a long, friendly chat I was more than happy to tell him where I live and provide directions.