man finds man in the sea.
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One of the best parts of living in the San Diego area is the famous Blacks Beach found only a short drive up the coast in La Jolla. Any one of the four trails down to the beach will reward the intrepid sojourner to warm sand, and freedom from the confines of disdained clothing. Blacks Beach is world famous and for some, the reason to live in the area. The weather, which is forever changing passes from May gray to June gloom, finely giving way to the warmth of July. I had been able to spend more than a few weekdays on the beach before the anticipated 4th of July weekend, so my tan was fairly well established and not at all impeded by tan lines or body hair, thanks in part to frequent visits for full body waxing. I keep only my eyebrows, but for this weekend even they went. Short and stocky is the best description for my build. Never a runner I can however hike for hours with the best of them and have done so on a many occasions. Having survived the mayhem of Vietnam with scars to prove it, and the insanity of San Francisco of the 70’s, I had settled down in the city by the Silver Gate. Well aware and excepting of the single life, but I still enjoyed the company of a few good friends. I had however on a number of visits to the beach noticed a very handsome man and had often wondered what he did for a living which allowed him to be such a frequent occupant of this little part of paradise. Like myself his body was devoid of hair, excepting for his head, this appeared to have a silver Mohawk which he kept clipped very short. Golden rings shared space with bronze nipples as well as earlobes. However, the part that facetted me the most was the complete absents of genitalia or for the vernacular no cock or balls. Others would pass by on the beach and snicker, but I was fascinated, and, maybe more than a little bit envious of a person who chose how his body looked and did not care what others thought. As time went by the quick stolen glance progressed on to the node, the “hi” and smile. I, however have always been a little on the social shy side. Having never seen him with another person I had assumed that he was in a relationship, but the other person wasn’t into the nude beach seen. I arrived at the beach very early Saturday so as to get my usual spot which I felt gave me a view of the passing man meat. My “friend” had not arrived yet which was a first. I put down my beach blanket, towel, and water bottle and decided to take a walk down to the tidal pools and see what the sea had wash up the night before. Walking back I could see that someone had placed their things next to mine, but after looking up and down the beach then out into the serf I didn’t recognize anyone I felt would join me. After a short time I laid back for a short doze in the early morning sun. On awaking and still finding only an empty towel I decided that a swim would feel wonderful and would take my mind of my little mystery. Racing down and into the water I again felt the bless of the ocean as it sweep over me and the water lifted the gravity from me, the water coursing, surging and embracing every hairless part of my body with the warm oceans swells. Diving through the breakers and stroking out past the first sand bar I rolled over onto my back and began to float. I have never been frightened of the water or of drowning, but in fact feeling more at home in the ocean then any were. Drifting with the currant is as natural as being nude for me. They are in fact the same, my natural state of being. In that very relaxed state I drifted thinking of nothing, completely relaxed. Rising and falling with the swells devoid of the cares that normally bear man down on a daily bases. Drifting along for some time I felt a pressure wake pass from side to side under me. I didn’t think much of it until it happened again, but this time passing from toe to head. I rolled over to see if a dolphin was around as they are known to come very close to shore in this area. I suddenly found myself gazing into the deepest blue eyes sparkling above a broad impish smile. Immediately, I was hit in the face with a squirt of water coming from a mouth I had grown to know all to well in my dreams. My friend has here and wanted to play. Immediately the head was gone, swallowed by the seas waves, reappearing yards away with an open smile and an infectious laugh rising above the ocean sounds. His laugh was sedative and I was immediately drawn into the most joyous and child like games imaginable. Splashing, laughing, diving under the water the antics lasted until I was exhausted and in desperate needed to rest. I hadn’t realized how far out to sea we were until then, but I felt I could make it back to shore by taking it slow and easy. Sensing my need immediately, he began a slow swim back watching me with deep concern in his eyes. As we got closer to the shore he would stop, and tread water for a short time. I thought he was being kind to me but his eyes would wince, then he would swim on. As we walked out of the serf his first steps were unsteady. That soon passed and I was taken by the sparkle of the water on his deeply tanned and I thought for a moment shimmering skin as the water beaded in the warm afternoon sun. As we walked up the beach the sand crunching under foot he remained at my side and I realized who had invaded my little area of the beach. Turning, I again found myself looking once more into those eyes. He smiled and said “I hope you don’t mind”. We spent the day sunning, he generously applying sun screen to prevent my burning. Frequent forays into the surf kept my cock only slightly soft, but did allow the intimacy denied us on the sand. The softness of his skin can only be compared to a summers breeze after passing over cool waters. His smooth groin felt as though it was as natural as his smile or the passion of his arms. He would place his face in my neck kissing gently up my cheek until his lips would meet mine. He would then part my lips with his tong invading and exploring my mouth. Time after time his hands found every spot on my body that brought pleasure and fulfillment ever closer. Back on the beach we would hold each other close fearing on my part he would be gone with the next wave or turn of the breeze. His name is Ian. Yes, he lives in the area. No, it didn’t bother him the way people starred at his body. He knew that some were envious, and others were frightened of the way it was. I gave him a resounding yes when he asked me if I liked his satin smooth groin. He liked the way that it had taken sometime before we meet, but he also knew that I was shy and more than a little self-conscious of the scars on my body. He assured me that they didn’t bother him, and, once more, in his family most had there own shares. And, most important, there was no one in his life, but he hoped to change that. He then made a very curious remark. He said that I was as trusting as I was the first time we had met. I asked him when that was and he said that in time I would remember. As the day passed on I offered him water from my bottle and he would take small sips saying he didn’t wont to drink all of mine. I told him not to worry and take what he needed. The day was spent in and out of the ocean enjoying the sea and each other. The day passed to evening the sky changing from blue, to pink, to purple, to gray. The beach emptied except for a few diehards with their beach fires to ward off the chill. Sensing my discomfort he offered to build a fire which I quickly excepted as the thin cotton blanked and two terrycloth towels were no mach for the off shore breeze that was erasing the foot prints from the face of the sand. After quickly building our bright sentinel he stated that he planed to spend the night on the beach and if I wonted to go home he would be waiting for me in the morning if I were to return. He said he frequently slept on the sand. I asked him how he stayed warm. He replied by walking behind some bushes and returning with a large sleeping bag and yet another large bottle of water. I asked him if the bag was big enough for two, only smiling he nodded. He then said that he was hungry and knew I must be as well. Racing down the beach and into the water he was gone in the green glow of the ocean surf. A short time later, a dark figure rose from the water carrying a very fresh corvina fish and seaweed. Throwing first the seaweed then the fish then more seaweed on the fire we soon had a dinner fit for true beach bums. With stomachs full we began to draw ever closer together for warmth, and still enjoy the magic of the ocean. Holding each other close, we again exploring each others body. I licked, nipped, and fondled every opening I could find in that most of enticing of bodies. I spread the most beautiful of butts and dove face first into that gorges ass hole. Tongue fucking that hole drove me and him ever higher. Throwing one of his lags over my head he now had my cock to the root down his throat, and working on getting my balls in as well. He was able to continue this sucking to the point I felt he would pass out. Pulling my dick out I replaced it with my tongue and we remained in this embrace with the stars shining over head. He rolled on top and sat back, I again found my cock buried deep inside that of most delightfully hot asshole. Pulled in, and held tight as it slid in and out with our bodies driving ever harder against each other. First reaching up to enjoy the shining tit rings he bent down and I found that I could suck those bronze disks and flick the ring with my tongue. He pressed down harder onto my face with his chest and I felt the sweet stinging liquid enter my mouth. I quickly swallowed as more followed and he continued to convulse. As the flow subsided I found the other tit in my face and equally giving of that fluid I could not seem to get my fill of. Then it was my turn. Climax after climax erupted from my dick. The juice seemed to be sucked out of my balls. Pulling so hard I felt on my balls could be pulled through my dick as well. I have never had such a climax before in my life. After it was over we fell spent into each others arms and I drifting into a most bazaar of dream. I felt as though I was floating again, but this time I was being embraced by the water and taken down into the depths of the nurturing ocean. I felt the air passing in and out of my lungs, but also knew full well that I was under water and I was not drowning. I then saw thousands of strange jellyfish closing in around me. There stinging tentacles darting into then out of the skin of my body. Each time I felt a sharp sting lasting only moments but that quickly passing as other areas on my entire body would be stung. This occurring hundreds of thousands of times. Causing a quick burn but no real agony. All the time I felt completely secure. Never struggling, only excepting. Knowing that what was occurring was for me, natural. Then came a quick searing pain in my chest. Looking down I found two gold rings suspended through my own nipples. A third pain and I had a ring running into the piss slit of my cock and out on the bottom behind the head. Looking around three shadowy figures faded into the depths of the sea. As the first golden rays of the sun were casting streamers through the dark blue heavens as I awoke. Feeling the warm arms around my waist I knew that the day before was not a dream but a new book opening in my life, but what of the night? Looking down I saw the rings. Each in its place. No swelling. I knew I would never be the same. I would never be lonely, I would always have someone who would give as much as I did. I felt him pull me closer to his body. His warmth flowing into me and a wonderful peace filled my very being. He asked me if I felt like a swim and we immediately sped off in to the surf. I found myself diving deeper into the depths then leaping out of the water as I had seen dolphins do catching a deep breath then back under. We spun through the waves our bodies wrapped in each other. It was at this time I looked down and saw the three golden rings and was assured that this was anything but a dream. When we came back to the beach I was slightly frightened, as well a confused. Falling down on the towels he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. Deeply, with such tenderness the fear vanished, leaving only the love that must have been present but suppressed for all to long. I asked him what had happened, what is happening to me now. Holding me close looking deeply into my eyes he said that I was reverting back to mans natural state. That humans was an aquatic being and that some had left the ocean for the land in the forgotten past. He said that we had talked many years ago when I was a child and at that time I had told him of my love of the sea and my wish to be there. Like a flash the memory came racing back. As a child vacationing, I had fallen off the Oceanside pier. As the water welled over me and the sun light faded from above I still didn’t feel any fear. Then out of the darkness arms had embraced me and carried me back to the surface. I now remember those eyes of crystal blue. We sat and talked. Talked of what was now happening to me, and what was yet to come. I told him of my very close ties with my family, and how I had educated my self in a very caring profession. I talked so as to be able to weight the world I knew with the world I was at the door of and about to enter. He told me that what had occurred to this point would not effect me, but if I allow the continuation of my transformation I would only be able to stay on the land for short periods. I would forever be a creature of the sea. He told me that the transformation had begun last night when the fluid had escaped from his tits. He has never experienced it before, but heard others say that when they had met there life partner that that was how they knew. Trying to lighten the experience I asked him how many other men he had been with. His reply sent chills of wonder through me when I heard him say that I was the only one he had ever wanted. He had seen me on the beach off De Nang, and again off the beach in Adelaide Australia. Each time wanting to touch me, but knowing the time was not right. Hours quickly passed into days and week. I would race home from work stopping only at the beach to pick up an other surfer. We would race home to spend the night in each others arms. The weekends were ours however. Friday night I would park blocks from the beach, walk there in shorts and into the surf to be met by my love. Each time we would travel the cost hand in hand. Sometimes catching rides on migrating whales. Each time we would come ashore we would be in each others arms, but we also soon learned to make love wrapped in the embrace of the sea. Late in September as the sun had finished cutting silver slashes across the water Ian dove into the waves I watch that body slice through the waves, that body that I felt only I had had, but know so little about. He returned to shore with abalone and dolphin milk in an old wine bottle. No fire tonight was needed or had been for many weeks now. Holding him close I ask him about his life. Smiling up at me and very seriously said that it hadn’t started until he firsts meet me. I knew him well enough by then to know that he meant what he said so I rephrased the question and asked him were he was born. With a pained look in his eye he took a long breath in and said that I deserved the hole story so that I might understand him better. He had been orphaned in the flu epidemic before world war one in Alaska. He had been placed on a ship headed for Seattle to be delivered to an aunt and uncle that lived there. The first mate took a liking to him and offer for him to stay in his cabin. The first night he had been raped and in a drunken rage the first mate had cut off his genitals trying to justify his actions saying that he wasn’t man enough and should be a woman. The ships doctor sowed thing together and he lived. But the next night the first mate raped him again and this time through him overboard in his remorse. Like me the people of the sea had saved him when the dolphins delivered a half died child to them. The transition had been at the breast of a female who had lost her child in a sneak attack by the great okras. Jest as I had been doing he too change to a child of the sea. One of the gifts of the transition is a much longer life span and he said that we would be together for many years to come if I decided to complete the transition. Holding him close I couldn’t imagine living with out him as I lowered myself down to that brown tit and the golden ring waiting to be sucked. With a shutter he held be back saying that if I took any more that the transition would be complete and the union forever. I stroked first is face kissing his lips and lowered my lips to that waiting disk, knowing full well that I never wanted to return. The union was complete and I for the first time knew what real happiness and contentment was. We made love on the beach were we met through the night stopping only to race into the surf swim out into the night and love each other carried up in the arms of the mother of us all. In the morning I left the beach for the last time as a creature of the land. Now feeling the water race across my hairless skin diving into the dark, then leaping into the bright air and always with my chosen mate at my side, life took on real meaning and the deepens of joy. I was excepted immediately by the people of the sea as well as the animals. I was shown the mysteries held by the waves as well as the treasures hidden therein, knowing full well that the real treasure was swimming at my side. We were never more than arms length apart. The elders would smile and give there blessing to Ian who had finely found love, and the young land man who gave up his land life to be with there lonely one.