I have been a nudist all my life. I love the sensual freedom of being naked, especially when there are other male nudists about.
I used to spend all day at Lady Bay and other nudist beaches when I was younger. The sun on my skin. My cock and balls hanging free.
The freedom of swimming naked in the sea. Perving on other men. And a quick suck and fuck in the bushes.
Since I hit my 60s, I'd rather stay out of the sun. Now, I prefer slow and sexy play with a horny man in a comfortable bed.
Laid-back sex with a male nudist
I found exactly what I wanted on Geoffrey's web site. An attractive and uninhibited male nudist close to my age. Friendly and smart, funny and horny. And keen to play with a mature and sexually active man like me.
It wasn't difficult to imagine it was me in those horny massage and body play reviews from his other clients.
I called to ask a few questions. The sound of his cultivated, deep and very sexy voice turned me on. My cock was rigid all the way through our conversation.
I booked a date for hours of shared pleasure, paid money to his account, looked his address up on the map he emailed.
A naked, friendly welcome
Geoffrey was naked when we met at his front door. And he didn't try to hide his obvious excitement and enthusiasm to welcome me inside.
He's a sexy, sensual man. Good-looking with such kissable lips. A masculine body with hair in all the best places. Tall with long, muscular legs. A cheeky, firm and fuckable bum. And a long, thick, cut cock.
His friendly smile and the anticipation of enjoying his body gave me an instant erection.
As I undressed, we chatted about the weather, the drive from Sydney. How lucky he was to live in such a restful place. So many trees and the fresh air.
He suggested his erotic massage to begin. I asked if I could look at all the pictures he has on his walls first. I had my eye on one already: a cute guy bent over with his bum cheeks parted.
Perving on him and his porn gallery
I asked if it was a picture of him. Geoffrey said not but I wasn't convinced. So I got him to bend over his massage table and spread his cheeks, posing for me like the guy in the photo.
I carefully inspected his bum comparing it with the picture on the wall. I couldn't resist licking my finger and slipping it up inside his juicy hole.
It was a real treat to be with a handsome, naked man who was so enthusiastic about posing and exposing himself in all the ways I wanted to see.
We looked at the rest of his pictures, imitating more of their poses. Not only the ones where I had Geoffrey bent forward, my fingers probing his hole. Those were my favourites and we laughed about that.
And he knelt on the floor to suck my cock like another guy in one of the photos. It was some time before I was convinced he'd got the pose just right.
He knows how to massage a man
Finally, I was ready for his massage, which was every bit as good as he'd described. I watched in the mirrors as he moved around the table.
I played with his cock when he was in reach, stroked his bum. But mostly I let him release the tension in my muscles.
Once he'd massaged my back, bum and legs I was completely relaxed. He invited me to lie on his bed to continue the massage and give us more room.
He wanted to lie on top of me but I had other ideas.
The sight of a man's bum drives me wild. I wanted him face down, on his stomach, legs well-spread, like he was waiting to be fucked. How could I resist?
I reached for a condom and some oil from the side table and slathered it all over his bum, up his crack, slipped a finger inside.
Then I lowered myself onto his back, sliding my shaft up and down between his cheeks, until I felt my cock head press against his hole and gently slip inside.
What an incredible feeling to have my hard cock pumping inside him. I fucked him slowly in time with the sensuous music. Savouring every pleasurable inch of his hot arse muscles working the length of my cock.
I loved hearing his muffled groans and moans. The way he lifted his bum to meet my gentle downward thrusts. His obvious pleasure with being penetrated.
Only so far and no further
After I came the first time, I was ready for us to talk. I had planned to find out more about him but he has this easy way about him that invites confidences. I was soon telling him things I'd never told anyone else.
Our conversation flowed naturally and freely. We talked and laughed. Caressed, kissed and hugged one another.
And when he bent over to tease my cock back to full hardness, I admired his wet hole winking at me in the mirror beside the bed. I gave him a two finger salute to show my appreciation of the view.
We discussed books we'd enjoyed. He told me that he'd read a story by Roald Dahl about a fictional technique called "only so far and no further": taking a man to the brink of ejaculation over and over but not letting him go over the edge.
He said he'd demonstrate on me. So, every now and then, we'd be in the middle of an intense discussion. Then he'd start massaging my erection until I was almost on the edge. Then he'd abruptly stop and we'd continue our conversation.
What a way to win an argument
Or he'd slip another condom onto my cock and lower himself onto my lap, pulsing his muscles and playing with himself, so I could feel every stroke of his hands as his muscles clenched along my shaft. While still talking to me at the same time.
I laughingly complained that it was an unfair way to win an argument. He asked if he should stop. No fucking way, I told him, gripping his hips.
Geoffrey is the master wanker
I don't know how long his demonstration lasted. One moment his hands were stroking my cock or he was sucking and licking it. Or playing with my balls.
The next he was sitting on my lap (we must have gone through a packet of condoms that afternoon). Caressing my body everywhere but ignoring my cock and balls altogether. Or moving just out of reach, fingering his arse and stroking his cock while I watched with delighted fascination.
He even spoke to me in his soft and sexy voice, telling me what he planned to do with me next. Describing the most intimate, naughty details of his wicked plan to tease me further.
The cat that got the cream
He had me in such a state of arousal that when he finally let me cum - and he was in total control - I couldn't think straight. His hands sliding up and down, milking my cock so firmly, so sensuously.
When I blew my load, time stood still. My body froze as my cock erupted. Lost in some kind of tantric ecstasy, I climaxed the second time.
When I was finally able to open my eyes, I was delighted to see how much cum I'd splashed across his chest, still dripping from his nipples. And that wicked look in his eyes, like a cat who knew he'd got the cream.
The freedom of sexual play with a male nudist
Before I booked my first session, I thought three hours would be more than enough time to enjoy being naked with Geoffrey. As it turned out, I stayed a few extra hours, so I was glad I'd brought cash with me.
In Geoffrey's erotic studio, I've found a horny nudist who's made to enjoy sex with a man like me. Now I've sent this review I don't have to imagine how much sexual pleasure he's going to give me.
I can look back to the best sex I've ever had with another man. Or look forward to our next afternoon of "only so far and no further".
Sex with you, Geoffrey, was totally arousing and hot, sensual and thrilling. I was amazed by your knowledge of how to stimulate my body, all your sexual talents. That way you kept adding layers to my excitement until I climaxed blew my mind.