Roaming Revenant

I always wanted to visit Gran Canaria but despite being a popular holiday destination for Brits and Germans alike it is quite far away from Europe so it’s not the easiest place to visit. Finally an opportunity to check the famous dunes had presented itself. The cruise ship I was on had a stop on the island and I booked a transfer to Maspalomas beach.

I got dropped of near the Plaza del Faro on the left side of the dunes. After grabbing a couple of cans from the shops I headed east along the beach towards the sands. The beach was pretty busy with a lot of people walking along the coast in both directions.

My plan was to come to the gay beach near Hut №7, spend a couple of hours sunbathing and swimming before heading out in to the dunes for a bit of fun if I can find any. I didn’t want to go to the cruising area right away and instead leave something to look forward to. This is one of those places that is well-known so I do have a certain degree of reverence to it and wanted to savour the thought.

By the time I got to the gay beach all of the sun loungers were already taken. Luckily I had a pool towel from the cruise ship with me so I just laid down between the sea and the loungers with the strand on one side and the gays behind me. It was clear that Spain has pretty liberal attitudes to nudity at the beaches and quite a lot of gays were naked here. It felt only right to get naked too. It was nice and liberating to just walk about without any clothes getting in the way.

Shortly after a hot hunk laid down just behind me. I tried not to stare but he was hot AF: muscly, hairy, with an earring and a nice beard. I got myself a draft beer from the hut and just enjoyed the sea and the sun. The water was cold but tolerable after getting warmed up by midday sun. It was nice to see so many guys around here, but getting constantly sandblasted by relentless winds was a honestly a challenge. I kept finding fine Maspalomas sand in my clothes and bags long after I was back home from this trip. Fine dark particles were ferromagnetic and found their way to all the gadgets I had with magnets inside – like my headphones case.

Eventually after a couple of hours here it felt like it was time to move on and see if I can find some fun in the dunes before I had to leave. I knew from what I’ve read online roughly where to go, but here the sand mounds looked vast and foreboding. My plan was just to head immediately north from the beach and follow the gays.

Just behind the beach was a large ridge, it took some effort to climb it in a blazing sun, but the view from there was amazing. After catching my breath I carried on further inland, I was still naked just wearing my kicks and backpack. Waking through this landscape was a bit disorientating but eventually I saw a man standing naked on a hill like a beacon or a lighthouse in the dark. I carried on in that direction and after climbing that mound I saw a big expanse of trees and overgrowth just behind it.

It was clear that I’ve finally arrived at the gay cruising area. Descending down I could already see some life, some movement between the flora. Some people were roaming around, most wearing shorts with and without a top. At the clearings between the trees some were sunbathing, both solo and couples. There were pathways all around: large wide ones with small ones branching of between the trees. All were well-trodden. 

I turned to follow one of the smaller paths that was going in to the shade of the trees. Partially to look for some fun but mostly because it was so bloody hot and I was desperate for a little bit of shade after my arduous journey along the sandy ridges. The pathway first lead deeper in, but quickly started turning and snaking, going up and down small hills, twisting between the roots and trunks. Sometimes I had to dive under the massive branches to carry on forward. 

There were other people about too. It was clear that this place gets incredibly busy, but perhaps lunchtime in this heat was not the best time to be here. Everyone look a bit tired and there wasn’t much action going. Eventually I came across a big empty space still covered by trees and decided to stay here. There was a naked young lad on his knees giving someone a blowjob. I quickly got hard and moved closer. It was nice to see some action a bit of entertainment. I slowly edged closer until my dick was near his face. He switched to suck my cock but his skills were lacking and resolve uninspiring so I quickly moved away.

I had a few beers back at the beach and wanted to take a piss. Luckily I was already naked so I just grabbed my dick where I was and started pissing on a twisted branch in the sun. To my astonishment two large lizards crawled out of who knows what hollow and quickly run to catch precious drops of my piss, eagerly lapping it all up. Turns out not only men are firstly in this dunes. It was really surprising and definitely a highlight of my day.

Alas at this point I only had an hour left before the bus, so a blowie was all that was left for me on the table. Eventually I decided to just stand in one place and see who will walk by. I was naked leaning against a tree holding my hard cock. It didn’t take long for people to start gathering about, some closer and some further away. One lad wearing a dark red shirt got nearer, he had a nice broad build and a thick beard. I pushed him down towards my cock and he was only ready for that. After taking a deep sniff of my poppers I started pounding his mouth and pushing my cock deep down his throat. I was standing there naked holding a branch above me and absolutely loved being watched like that with my cock being serviced by someone. It didn’t take me long to shoot my load down his throat and off I went. It was time to head back to Plaza del Faro to find my coach back to the ship.

Sadly this time I didn’t get to visit the famous Yumbo Centrum with all it’s famous cruising bars, but there is always next time and something else to look forward to.