My second time: Mazarrón beaches

My second time was quite different (as I mentioned in my previous story, all these stories are real).

It was summer, I had just finished my selectivity and was euphoric, I was about to start my university life in a couple of months and, like all young people, I was taking my life by storm (thanks, Jaime).

But I was bored to death. You see, every summer my parents and I went to the same apartment in the same beach in Mazarrón, Murcia... When you're a kid, these things are cool, because you like routines and the security of always going to the same place with the same people, the same sand and the same endless days... But when you're 18, what you want is something else... So I spent my days walking on the beach with nothing much to do, except looking sideways at the bodies in swimsuits and getting really horny and fantasizing....

Until one day, while walking, I ran into a guy... he was very normal, thin, short hair, tanned by the sun.... the thing is that when we crossed paths, he kept staring at me, I casually looked him in the eye (normally I notice the package first, haha), and I was surprised by the intensity with which he was scrutinizing me, although I didn't give it importance.

We both kept walking for a while (or so I thought), I turned around to see what kind of ass he had (another thing I notice a lot, haha), and I was stunned to see that he had stopped and was staring at me fixedly (probably he was also looking at my ass and waiting for me to turn around...). I also stopped. I didn't know what to do. Suddenly my heart started racing and I didn't know how to react... I panicked when I realized he was approaching me.... I was frozen, I didn't know how to react... And what happened is that he passed by my side, rubbing against me, and went back the way he came, but this time, every now and then, he would turn around to look at me. I understood that he wanted me to follow him, and I, almost like a zombie, saw myself possessed by a force that I couldn't control and that forced me to follow him....

When he saw that, indeed, I was walking about five steps behind, I saw him smile, and after a while walking like that, in a rather silly way (it seemed like we were playing cat and mouse), we arrived at a more isolated area where there were fewer people and a kind of dune area between the sea, the road and an old abandoned campsite. At that moment, he turned abruptly, stopped walking along the shore and entered that kind of dunes that served, fundamentally, so that no one could see us from the beach... You can imagine, right?

And I didn't know what to do. I still remembered the bad experience of my first time, but I was also super horny and hot (summer, hormones...). So I didn't think much about it and went after him, again, like a good obedient boy.

And I found him behind a mound. The truth is that the guy had a bit of a monkey face, but he reminded me of a friend of mine from school a...