From the end of spring, throughout the summer, and during the beginning of autumn, Andrés went to the beach every day if the weather was good. He was a civil servant, finished work early, and lived a kilometer away. There was another beach that was closer to him, but he preferred the nudist one. Because, in addition to liking the beach a lot, he had an exhibitionist streak. He liked being naked in front of other men. He was married, but for a long time, he had made it clear that he liked men and their cocks. Because he wasn't looking to fuck any of them, he wanted them to fuck him, and sometimes it wasn't just a desire, it was a need.

His wife was a nurse, with rotating shifts, and it was almost never possible for her to accompany him. Besides, she didn't like the beach much, and even less going to a nudist one. It had already become a habit to arrive home from work, put on shorts, flip-flops, pack a towel and sunscreen in a backpack, and head to his beach.

As he was a regular, he knew the usual crowd. The other beaches are usually more crowded, but the nudist ones are less so, and the attendees are almost always the same, people who like to sunbathe and swim naked. But that day, he saw that there was one person he was sure he had never seen before, and he liked him immensely, and he couldn't resist extending his towel nearby, about two meters away. Additionally, when he went to get in the water, he walked the distance and got in front of him. The other man was absorbed in his thoughts and didn't even notice his presence. When he returned to his towel, he lay down on his stomach, but with his head in his direction. From some gestures he observed little by little and from some calls he made and heard, he speculated that the man was probably a heterosexual, and he started to consider him as unattainable and consoled himself with enjoying his image. He didn't dare try to start any conversation, and at the end of the afternoon, a few minutes after seeing him leave, he also went home.

The next day, he arrived at the beach without expecting to find him, but to his surprise, the man was there, more or less in the same spot, reading a book. Of course, he lay down where he had the day before, about two meters away from him. He immediately went to the shore and, in front of him, started to wet his body with his hands and even did some stretching exercises, which included spreading his legs wide and leaning forward, towards the sea, obviously opening up and showing his anus, which was already noticeable as used, because it was more of a slit than a hole and had slightly thickened edges, not only from the cocks he had taken but also from the games he played when he was alone at home, inserting dildos, zucchinis, balls, or anything that could satisfy or at least calm his need to be fucked, his need for a man.

This time, the man did notice his presence; it was impossible not to notice with all he was doing in front of him. ...