Literotic asexstories – Oz Beach Boy Reverse Gang Bang by MyBareTorso,MyBareTorso
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It was a pleasant summer’s night in Sydney, Australia. My heavily muscled body was covered up, but I was ready to play.
Horny as always, I was clad in a thin, loose-fitting, white button-up short-sleeved shirt, a pair of olive-green denim shorts, slides, and the straw cowboy hat I’d purchased from Prairie Man in Byron Bay. I was hot-to-trot and on the lookout for sexy fun.
With the stars sparkling in the night sky, I stared down from a large wooden lookout platform into the secluded but very familiar bay below. Almost like a canal, there is a very small sandy beach at the base of the bay, with a long stretch of rocks jutting out toward the ocean on either side. A walking track rings around the bay, and then leads off to one of Sydney’s popular beaches.
I’ve had many great sexual experiences at this secluded bay, and just recently enjoyed a little nude interaction on its water-splashed rocks with two very, very sexy Brazilian women [See Story: “Oz Beach Boy Nudes For Insta Girls”] that turned out to be even hotter than I’d expected.
Hot sexual experiences are a regular part of my seamy, sleazy day-to-day life. Though not clinically diagnosed, I’m a raging sex addict. I’m a 26-year-old narcissistic Aussie male exhibitionist who loves getting nude, preferably with women watching me.
I love to stay fit and healthy, and I spend hours training to get my body into intensely ripped and muscular shape, principally to attract as much female attention as possible.
I like to show off and put myself in potentially sexy situations whenever I can, particularly around Sydney’s many beaches and secluded coastal bays. I also frequently stroll around at night on busy weekends looking for action wherever I can find it.
I am constantly and intensely horny, and I’ve enjoyed a lot of extremely kinky hook-ups in my time. I enjoy being verbally ridiculed and objectified by women, and I definitely have a submissive side, which I frequently explore.
Being nighttime, the bay was obviously devoid of its usual sunbathers and swimmers, but from the wooden platform, I could discern a sizeable group of people down on one of the large rock platforms.
I could see candles burning, small lamps glowing, and cigarettes sparking in the darkness. I could distinctly hear the sound of glass clinking and the very obvious strains of laughter drifting across the secluded bay.
I strained to see through the darkness, but apart from being able to clearly discern figures moving around on the rock platform, I couldn’t tell whether they were men or women or a mix of both. I desperately strained my ears to catch the sounds from the bay.
After a few minutes, I became convinced that the laughter and chatter had a distinctly feminine quality to it. Perhaps optimistically, I told myself in hope that it was a group of women partying down in the bay.
With a hopeful smile, I pulled my cowboy hat low and tight on my forehead and straightened out my shirt. I turned, walked down the small set of wooden stairs off the lookout platform, and then moved quickly along the walking path and towards the secluded bay, not passing a single person along the way.
I eventually walked down the small set of concrete steps onto the sand of the small beach, which was partially lit up by the string of street lights that ran along the walking path. I then cut over onto the long, more darkened platform of huge, flat rock that made up one side of the bay, moving carefully in the evening half-light.
The sound of loud, raucous, enthusiastic female laughter became more and more clear as I got closer and closer to the group of people on the rocks. I listened hard for male voices, but heard nothing.
I could also hear music playing at an acceptable level through the darkness enshrouding the rock platform. This group of partyers obviously didn’t want to draw the attention of the wealthy residents in the palatial houses that looked down on the bay from the hills above.
As I got closer to the group of people, the glow of the candles and lamps finally made them easier to make out. I peered curiously through the half-darkness into the billowing light, and I was now certain that I’d actually happened upon a group of women. I couldn’t believe my luck, and I was ecstatic.
Groups of women are great when it comes to sexy fun, but groups of drunken women are even better. They’re usually looser, wilder, and more uninhibited, which certainly helps when it comes to naughty activity. I smiled to myself. It looked like I may have found the sexy situation I was looking for…but this ended up being much, much more than that.
Finally close enough to see properly in the light of the flickering candles and glowing lamps, I scanned the group of partygoers carefully until I was satisfied there were no men hidden amongst the small crowd.
All I could see was long hair, cut-off denim shorts, skirts, sun-dresses, singlets, soft female flesh, curvy butts, and breasts of all shapes and sizes. These women looked amazing — as nearly all women do — and I was very, very excited.
“Hey, how are you going there, mate?” I heard a thickly accented, female Irish voice peal out in the candle-lit night. “What are you up to, lad? Walking around in the dark?”
Once again, I couldn’t believe my luck. These women had now made the first move, and I didn’t even have to dream up some lame line with which to introduce myself. This enchanting-sounding Irish lass had opened the door for me straight away, and I was ready to walk right through it.
“Just going for an evening walk,” I replied stupidly, my irritating inability to come up with anything funny or witty once again front and centre. “Enjoying the warm night, you know? Just having a stroll.”
“Yeah, alright, nice one,” responded the Irish girl. “Why don’t you get your arse over here and have a drink with us, cowboy? Come on, mate…don’t be shy!”
“Oh, um…yeah…okay,” I replied stupidly, and looked closely at where the voice was coming from. “Yeah, sure…okay.”
While a group of eight women danced, drank cider and beer from cans and bottles, vaped, smoked, and chatted freely in a loose, large, extended huddle, two other women — including the friendly one talking to me — were on their own a few metres away from their dancing friends.
The two women giggled and dug enthusiastically into a large esky packed to bursting with ice and alcohol. The two young women quickly produced a cold can of beer, which they held out to me as I got closer.
“Get this into you,” the second woman said with a laugh. “That’ll put hair on your chest! And on your bollocks! Get over here…we need some testosterone…it’s a girls’ night, yeah?”
“Well, I don’t want to interrupt,” I said quickly with a smile. “I don’t want to intrude.”
“No, no…you can definitely intrude,” the second woman said with a big laugh. “Please intrude! You’re a cute one! Join the party, lad!”
I walked over, and the first girl handed me the can of beer and gave me a big, warm smile. Short of stature with shoulder-length, curly blonde hair and big blue eyes, the Irish lass was wearing a tight-fitting red singlet which showed off her large, full breasts, and a pair of black, hip-hugging denim shorts cut right up to her rounded, curvy butt. She was all woman, and I was instantly turned on.
“I’m Shauna,” the Irish girl smiled and pointed to the girl next to her. “This is Regina.”
I cracked open the can of beer, and had a better look at Regina, who was equally as appealing as Shauna. She had long, dark hair pushed back from her wide, pretty face with a white headband. Regina was about the same height as Shauna, but she was even curvier, her huge breasts and big butt clearly discernible under a short, green sun-dress.
“Hi, ladies,” I replied, and took a swig of the beer. “I’m Matt. Nice to meet you.”
“I like your cowboy hat, Matt,” Regina said with a smile, her green eyes alive with mischief. “Actually, I like a lot of things about you.”
As I stood sipping from my can of beer, Shauna and Regina shamelessly checked me out, their lively eyes gliding up and down my body, almost appearing to mentally undress me. I loved it. The situation was already arousing. I was very excited about where things might possibly lead.
“Thank you,” I replied. “You ladies look lovely too. What’s happening tonight? Are you just here having a few drinks? What’s going on?”
“We’re actually having a little party for our friend, Siobhan,” Shauna replied, and pointed over to the group of girls dancing. “She’s the tall one in the blue dress. It’s her birthday…she’s 23 today. She’s the youngest in the group.”
I looked over at the gaggle of girls, and instantly caught sight of Siobhan. With her long, black hair, tall, lean figure, and almost regal features, the birthday girl was very, very attractive indeed. Siobhan’s short dress showed off an incredible set of legs, and she looked to be having a great time with her friends.
“So, are you girls nurses or traffic controllers?” I asked Shauna and Regina cheekily, naming the two jobs that most female Irish travellers take while they’re working and holidaying in Australia.
“Oooh, we’ve got a smartarse here,” Shauna said with a laugh, and wagged her finger at me. “I like it! I like it! A bit of banter! Good lad!”
“We’re actually a mix of both,” Regina added with a giggle. “You got us, Matt! Except for Aisling…she works in a café. Oh, and Maeve…she works in a massage parlour. She does rub and tugs! She jerks lads off for a living!”
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