Hippie Hollow: Lust On A Nude Beach

By Ken James

Gay and Bi Lust on a Nude Beach

Hippie Hollow is the only legal nude beach in Texas. It has attracted naked swimmers and sunbathers at least since the 1950s and probably far longer.

Its rugged tree-covered hillside has also attracted men, and occasionally women, looking for hot outdoor sex.

Hippie Hollow is a tale of hot encounters: the "straight" cowboy looking for quick man-man sex, the college students' nude-mag photo shoot, the straight couple showing off for a crowd of gay men, the interracial male-male-female three-way that turns into an orgy, and much more.

This book is fiction, but the episodes are (mostly) based on things I've seen, or heard about from (somewhat) reliable witnesses.

Contains explicit gay and bisexual sex in the great outdoors, including oral sex, anal sex, analingus, group sex, interracial sex, voyeurism and exhibitionism.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken James
• Release date: Oct 26, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005602598

Ken James

I was born in Denver and raised in Cheyenne, Wyoming. My first time with another boy was in my early teens. Girls came a few years later.After I graduated from the University of Wyoming, I spent a year as a roadie for a series of rock and roll bands, then moved to Austin to work for a computer company.I started writing in grade school and was a reporter on my junior high and high school papers. My lover (now husband) and I published a gay newspaper in Austin for several years.I've been writing gay and bisexual erotic fiction since 2003.I live in Austin with my husband Wayde.

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1 – Cowboy

Sunday, June 28

Hippie Hollow is the only legal clothing-optional public park in Texas. It's a narrow strip of land on the north shore of Lake Travis, 12 miles west of Austin in the Texas Hill Country. It has attracted naked swimmers and sunbathers since at least the 1950s and probably far longer. Most of the area is a steep hillside which drops abruptly to the rocky shoreline. The rugged tree-covered terrain makes the park seem much larger than its actual size.

I paid the entrance fee and drove to the east end of the parking lot, far away from the attendant's booth. I removed my shorts and tank top and strapped on the army surplus web belt supporting my canteen and the pouches holding my car keys and supplies. After tightening the laces on my hiking boots, I started down the trail, passing the sign which read, NOTICE! Nude swimming or sunbathing may be occurring beyond this point. Consult attendant for details of statutes regarding nudity.

Hippie Hollow has two main trails. The low trail runs along the shoreline, where the nudists go to swim and sunbathe.

The high trail skims the ridge, terminating at the chain link fence which separates the park from private land. It's less-traveled and a lot more rugged than the low trail. In some places, it's hardly a recognizable trail and more like an animal path, branching off in multiple directions. It's where the men go to cruise.

This time, I took the high trail. I'd had a rough week with long hours that had stretched into Saturday and I was horny as hell.

It was still early and the big grove of cedar trees where men usually gathered was empty. I stayed there for a few minutes, but nobody showed up, so I followed an almost-invisible trail winding upward through the rocky terrain. It ran into a better-defined trail near the crest of the hill.

The trees there were stunted, hardly more than shrubs. Cars roared past on Comanche Trail, 30 feet above me. This is where the really desperate men came. They were usually married guys getting away from their wives for a couple of hours. They didn't think of themselves as gay or bi, but as straight guys who liked hot man-on-man sex.

If I didn't find someone here, I'd take the easy trail all the way down through the dense woods to Queen's Point.

It was the middle of summer in Central Texas and the temperature was close to 90 degrees. It was cooler down by the water, but the lake breeze didn't reach this high. I was sweaty after five minutes of walking along the rugged trail.

The trail jogged around a tall rocky outcrop. I turned the corner and saw the man.

He was big—taller and heavier than my 6'2" and 180 pounds—with weatherbeaten features, deeply tanned face and arms, and the muscles that come from hard physical work—and naked, except for a cowboy hat and boots. He was slowly stroking his stiff cock. My tool is pretty big, but his rod was a lot longer and thicker than mine, with a broad flaring head.

I smiled at him. My eyes were blue and my short sun-bleached brown hair looked almost blond. I jogged every day so my body was lean and athletic. My cock was already half-hard. It stiffened as he looked me over, lingering on my crotch. He looked warily up and down the rough trail and then smiled back.

My boots crunched on the gravel as I moved closer to him. Cowboy watched me silently. When I got within reach, he grabbed my stiff dick and pulled me closer. For a second, I thought he was going to kiss me—a few of the straight guys will kiss other men—but then he growled, Suck my cock. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to my knees.

I stared at the oversized pole rising from his forest of sweaty black pubic hair. Its plow-shaped head gleamed with the precum leaking from its tip.

I wrapped my fingers around his thick shaft, took his broad cock-head in my mouth, and swirled my tongue over its tightly-stretched skin, licking up the precum leaking from its tip.

Cowboy moaned and rolled his hips as I bobbed over his stiff pole and kneaded his hairy balls. Yeah, he whispered. Suck it.

You've got a great cock, I said. I love sucking it. I stretched my mouth over Cowboy's massive member, then clamped my lips around its crown and lashed my tongue over its head.

Oh yeah! Cowboy gasped. That's right. He gripped the back of my head, preparing to fuck my face.

No! I pushed his hands away. Just relax. I'm gonna give you the best blowjob of your life.

It's not hard to be better than my wife, he answered. Go for it.

Does she do this? I licked and kissed his hairy balls. They tasted like hot sweaty man. I took one of his hot nuts into my mouth and sucked on it hard while stroking it with my tongue.

Oh Jesus no. He squeezed my shoulders and then ran his fingers through my short hair. Nothing like you're doing.

I'm just getting started. I sucked and licked his other ball and then took both in my mouth at once. It was a stretch. I could barely move my tongue, but I managed to lick his hot salty nuts while reaching behind his balls to tickle his taint and tease his crack.

Fuck! That's good! Cowboy moaned. Better'n any woman.

I let go of Cowboy's balls and ran my tongue up his stiff shaft. I'll bet she doesn't do this, either. I took Cowboy's rod deep into my mouth, all the way to the gag point. I pulled back slightly, then pressed forward again, taking a little more of his mammoth tool.

My cock was rock hard and my heart was pounding. I went on, taking a bit more each time, until Cowboy's giant pole was all the way down my throat and my lips were clamped around its base.

Jesus fuck! Cowboy gasped. His swollen pole stretched my mouth and filled my throat. I couldn't really breathe, but I didn't need air. Not right away. I held out as long as I could, then pulled my head back until I could draw air through my nostrils. I took a few breaths and then swallowed his monster dick again.

I held Cowboy's thick cock deep in my throat until I ran out of air, then drew back, letting his big pole slip out of my mouth. You like that?

Yeah, he answered. I've never even had a whore who could take my whole cock. He gripped the sides of my head, holding it immobile. Now, I'm gonna fuck your face.

Cowboy pressed his cock-head between my closed lips. He surprised me by starting off slowly, pushing his big rod in almost to my gag point and then pulling back until I was barely kissing his tip.

I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feel and taste of the giant cock stretching my mouth as it slid steadily in and out, gaining speed.

He got rough quickly. I stroked my stiff pole and squeezed my nuts while Cowboy fucked my face, occasionally pausing to push his massive rod deep into my throat.

The tension in my balls was building rapidly when he pulled away. Now, I'm gonna fuck your ass.

All right. I unfastened the web belt holding my canteen and supply pouches and let it fall to the ground, then stood up and gripped his stiff pole. You ever fuck a woman's butt?

A few Mexican whores. He grabbed my dick and jerked it roughly. But their assholes weren't as tight as a man's.

Did you fuck men? I kneaded his balls while I stroked his cock. Down in Mexico?

Hell yeah! And here, too. He laughed. I ain't prejudiced. Not about pussy. Or ass.

They ever do this? I grabbed Cowboy's hips, turned him around, and bent him over.

I don't get fucked, he growled.

Don't worry. I sank to my knees and pulled his butt cheeks open. You're gonna like this. I licked up and down Cowboy's crack, savoring his mysterious male musk.

Jesus! Cowboy moaned and squirmed as I pressed my flat tongue against his asshole and wiggled it back and forth. That's so fucking good! He arched his back as I tongue-lashed his asshole, alternating between licking up and down and side-to-side.

I curled my tongue into a point and pressed its tip into the center of Cowboy's little puckered hole, teasing it open.

Cowboy moaned, bucked, and pulled his butt cheeks wide,