I was blond and pretty and had skin as smooth as a girl’s and they lusted for me the way straight guys go crazy over a sexy woman. They wanted my eight and a half inch cock as much as straight guys want huge tits on a woman. They wanted my arsehole like those guys crave a juicy cunt.

There are grass pathways above the dunes and I walked further than usual on another blazing sunny day, just wearing cap, shorts and trainers and carrying my rolled up towel.

I saw the smoke first and then came to a camp fire with a group of guys sitting round in the nude. This part of the dunes was closer to the sea, but still screened from people on the beach, and two guys were drying themselves after skinny dipping. They had a little stove and an improvised barbecue over their fire on which they were cooking bacon and sausages.

Nudity seemed to be the unwritten rule in the dunes so I discarded my shorts and sat down on my towel. Again I was easily the youngest there but there were some men in their thirties I guessed.

‘Just in time for tucker,’ said one which seemed friendly enough. Looking round I saw Marc and Brent. I hadn’t seen them at first.

‘This is Adam,’ Marc told everyone.

A guy with lots of tattoos and a pierced nipple asked me who’d been caning me and I blushed deeply. He must have seen the marks on my butt before I sat down. The same man asked me if I was still at school and after a time he came to sit next to me.

A sausage and bacon sandwich was passed to me and despite the butterflies in my tummy it smelt appetizing in the open air and I suddenly felt hungry. I wasn’t feeling nearly as nervous as when I’d been with Marc and Brent and when the tattooed bloke put his hand on my thigh I didn’t recoil.

As I finished the sandwich a couple of others came to sit near me and it was obvious I was attracting attention either because I was a newcomer or because I was young.

The tattooed guy’s hand moved from my thigh to my cock which was just beginning to come to life. The other men who’d shuffled nearer reached out to tease my nipples or stroke my legs.

When I got an erection it was full on and rock hard because of what they were doing. I felt good that they were all looking towards me and admiring me like they were my fan club or something. The tattooed guy wanking me had a way of gripping my cock really hard and pumping it up and down so I was just on the cusp between pain and pleasure.

Then it became more about what they demanded.

One of the others, who’d been feeling me all over, stood up and waved his cock near my mouth like he was asking if I’d suck him off. At least he was asking. His cock looked incredibly red and angry and hard to deny. I licked his shaft up and down a few times and dribbled spit along its length then began to suck him properly while tattoos carried on wanking me. He was jerking me off so hard I knew I’d cum if he didn’t stop this second so I sort of half pulled away.

He kept his fist round my cock as if marking his claim.

My mouth was soon drinking semen again as the standing figure ejaculated but half way through he pulled out and deliberately showered my face and hair in warm globs of cum.

At that moment someone shouted, ‘Cops!’ and I’ve never seen so many people disperse so quickly. I managed to get my shorts on before anyone appeared but was still tying the laces on my trainers.