Summer 2021, I decide to let off steam. Head to Port-Galland Beach in Ain, on the banks of the Ain (a well-known and renowned place) near Lyon, where all the two-bit bobo Lyonnais go to get their asses tanned, thinking they're irresistible. Oh, the poor things, they leave their overpriced apartments to play liberated naturists, but just end up fingering their noodle while staring at their reflections in the water - pathetic, right? Anyway, beach bag in hand, I head off first thing in the morning for a run, ten kilometers to admire this postcard setting for hipsters in need of thrills. At 11 a.m., I pick up my things from the car, the sun is beating down, and I go down to this supposedly naughty beach, famous for its naked guys and wild sex. The path is cool, I finally arrive, heart beating like a jackhammer. A few guys hang around among the rocks, their dicks hanging out, scanning me up and down with the looks of hungry old perverts. I, still in my shorts, stand out among these naked asses. I explore the beach to the very end, behind some slippery rocks, and there, damn, the shock: three guys in the middle of a hardcore orgy under a makeshift shelter. A guy on all fours, ass gaping, gets fucked by a guy whose pelvis slaps like a machine gun, while another files his throat, drool running down his chin. Their bodies glisten with sweat, the fucker's dangling balls slap against the impaled guy's red buttocks, and the grunts resonate like in a cheap X-rated film. They watch me for two seconds, then resume their anal rodeo without a word. I leave quickly, my brain in a mess—this is too much for me, damn it, I'd fantasized, but this is a live porn show that reeks of piss and testosterone! On the main beach, my tension cools down. The guys from the beginning, with their limp cocks and flabby bellies, seem almost cute in comparison. I find a secluded spot, hidden behind a rock. A few guys pass by, checking it out, their cocks swinging like pendulums, but I don't care. Until a young guy, 25 years old at most, shows up. "Can I sit here?" he asks me, looking innocent. I nod, a tight smile, my heart pounding. He slowly undresses, showing off his virile body, black hair running down his chest to his thick, sagging cock, his full balls swinging with every step. He goes for a swim, comes back soaked, the water trickles down his abs, his cock gleams in the sun. I'm hard as a donkey, I fold my legs to hide my hard-on. He catches on, smiles, and starts jerking off slowly, his hand sliding over his swelling shaft, the red head poking out beneath his fingers. Fuck, I'm sweating, frozen. I stand up, stiff cock half hidden, and dive into the cold water to calm my boiling balls.As I leave, he teases me: "Cold water doesn't suit you, does it?" I blush, he laughs, and the eye contact starts again. His cock is half limp, the hairs stuck together by the water, but I'm back at it. He comes closer, sits on a rock, his cock 20 cm from my face, his balls placed like an offering. He says nothing, then says: "I love seeing your cock all stiff, can I touch it?" No time to reply, his hand brushes my head, and bam! I explode like a geyser, five jets of hot cum squirting on my chest, my face, his hand dripping with thick, white sperm. He's still stupid, and so am I. "I expected better," he says, half mocking, half disappointed, before rinsing his hand in the water. I dive i ...

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