Julian LeMont

True fulfillment, sexual or otherwise, we have argued, is not always a matter of instant gratification. Instead, desire and longing have a way of building, gaining momentum, peaking and then exploding in fiery passion. And often, we have seen, these encounters defy closure, leaving plentiful opportunities for future fulfillment.

Even the peak of Spanish summer heat can see scenarios of this nature unfold. Among my favorites ranks the story of Pablo, a handsome Alicantino in his late 20s. One summer in late August, I had spent several days with friends at local gay beaches and out around town for dinner and drinks at the clubs on weekends. One Sunday evening, I get a message on www.bakala.org – Spain’s main gay web portal – from studly Pablo saying he had been watching me at REBOLLO beach for days and even touched my butt at PAPARAZZI gay club in ALICANTE the night before. I was astonished as he was reverishly handsome, and I did not recall seeing him at the beach, even less, him touching my butt at the club.

We decided to meet for coffee at Alicante’s central Market Hall the next day – and I immediately sensed his insatiable sexual appetite as soon as he set eyes on me. Tall at 6′ and markedly muscular and defined, I trembled in pleasure in anticipation of our possible time together. We went by motorbike to nearby EL ALTET beach – quiet and empty on this weekday in late summer, when many had left the coast and returned to work already. The weather could not have been more perfect, with blue skies and 30 celsius and a soft breeze coming from the ocean. We frolicked for hours in the nude along the beach front, and found it hard to hide our mutual attraction. And just as I expected when I first set eyes on Pablo, tall at 6`also meant over 20cm of thick uncut cock for me, even harder to hide when hard on a Spanish nude beach.

There were few people around, but nonetheless beach worshippers walked by and things turned a bit too public. So we decided to move matters into the water – nicely warmed up by the late summer sun – yet refreshing enough for a dip into wet bliss. The water was so shallow, we could walk for 50 or more yards and then truly be far away from any eyes on the beach. It was here right in the waters of the Mediterranean when Pablo told me that he had followed fulfilment of this fantasy for 8 years, having chatted with me on MSN way back when during the time I lived in Spain before. It marked a perfect moment of harmony and fulfillment of a fantasy that has been building for many years, a fantasy I had remained oblivious to, which made its ultimate fulfillment even more humbling and profound. It also made our sexual encounter even more passionate, as his 20+ cm of thick uncut cock released 8 years of pent-up passion inside of me right in the waters of the Mediterranean Sea.

Fortunately we did come well prepared for it, in anticipation of things to heat up and climax here. Fortunately as well, hardly anyone was within sight, and the few on EL ALTET beach this special Spanish summer day would have needed specs to see anything at all. So we set out to fulfill Pablo’s long-time fantasy, which had become mine as well – a tale so touching, sexual and special, it defies defintion and set a precedent hard to beat. It was a tale of only passion and longing, though, as once the fantasy was fulfilled, we washed off in the salty waters of the Med, headed back to the beach to doze in the late afternoon sun and finished our day of perfect fulfillment- without ever talking or seeing each other again since then. On many occasions since then I have been asking myself questions about the very essence of gay culture as a culture of longing. Many of us chase after such moments of fulfillment, a longing so deep and intense it defies closure and takes on a momentum of its own. So I decided to make it my mission to transcend this longing – question it, challenge it and fill it with meaning. Only then do we stand a chance to fully understand ourselves and to actualize our true gay potential.

When it comes to great sex, Spain tops…or bottoms best, whichever one’s sexual preference. The insatiable and life-affirming nature of Spanish guys has often given me great pleasure and gotten me into great trouble. In my experience, Spanish guys have been along with Hungarians, Slovaks and a few more among the best sex partners anyone could hope for. So needless to say, I decided long ago to regularly spend time in Spain and make Alicante on the Mediterranean one of my part-time bases. The area around Alicante boasts near-perfect weather and many superb nude beaches, including several frequented by gay locals. Particularly EL REBOLLO beach near Santa Pola, EL ALTET beach near Alicante airport and RACO DE CONILL (“Rabbit’s Corner”) near Benidorm are scenically magnificent and great places to meet and mate with locals.

One late summer we decided to head to EL ALTET beach about 10 minutes south of Alicante. It was a hot sunny summer day, and both visitors and locals alike took advantage of the last days of summer vacation to soak up the sun and enjoy the beach before resuming their normal work lives by early September. The whole Costa Blanca was suffering from a heat wave, and during the hot lunchtime hours, hardly anyone dared to go outside but prefered to have siesta in airconditioned rooms. So everyone was mostly heading to the beach after 4pm when the heat and sun were less intense and swimming in the Mediterranean is best. During the summer months several beach bars were set up, called “chiringays” inviting for drinks and snacks – perfect venues to enjoy the chill-out period just before dusk.

After a late afternoon cocktail at the local Chiringay “Mykonos” we headed over the stretch of nude beach mostly frequented by gay locals and set up base right at the center of activity. The area was packed with sun worshippers of all ages, types and likes. My eyes DID meet with several sexy local boys, an indication of pleasures to come. And so we spent the late afternoon and evening frolicking into and out of the water, reading, listening to music and people watching. Occasionally, acquaintances stopped by for a chat or invited us to play beach ball. So hours of timeless beach delight went by without us looking at the watch – a real sign that we can finally relax and unwind.

During our stay at the beach, I decided to take several walks along the sea shore itself and to nearby dunes. I already noticed the dunes were quite “busy” with guys looking for fun, but most tend to be older and overweight. As I walked along the beach itself, my eyes met with a handsome Spaniard in his mid-20s playing beach ping pong with his friends. We both smiled instantly basking in each other’s sex appeal and could not help but stare, to the entertainment of his friends who instantly noticed. Later as I took another walk towards the dunes listening to trance music, I noticed my Spanish stud waiting for me already at the edge of the bushes. What was to follow ranks among the hottest encounters I’ve had in years, as we savoured each other’s bodies greedily in the nearby shrubs. One MUST have a touch of porn talent or at least exhibitionist tendencies, because 2 hot guys in the dunes means an instant audience of at least 10 or more onlookers. Often one must push them away, as they do not contend themselves with just watching. We fortunately were so into each other sucking and licking each other, we hardly noticed the group of almost 15 guys that formed around us. We DID want more – both of us – and that was something to savor in more privacy.

So we left the main part of the dunes to head further uphill to a set of abandoned houses with individual half-open rooms but walled up enough to prevent viewing or access by others. I could not help but think of Simon Angel, my all-time favorite Spanish TOP, pounding my favorite twinky bottom Jeremy Jordan in the great outdoors. Although in that movie,”Manly Heat – Scorched” , it looked more like they were screwing in the Nevada desert, my frolicky Mediterranean outdoor pleasure was similarly hot and esthetically pleasing. As my Spanish hunk’s thick uncut cock pounded me inside the ruined building overlooking the ocean during the early hours of sunset, the Spanish heatwave porn scenario could not have been more complete. At the door to our abandoned room guys were looming to catch a glance of us in action, but could barely see my Spanish stud from behind, the rest remained for our eyes only.

Following timeless moment of passionate pounding, I was then able to look deep into my stud’s dark latin eyes, as his thick throbbing cock jolted and he shot a load so far and impressive, it will stay engrained in my mind forever. My sexual ideal has always be one of “SEXO CON ALMA”, sex with depth and meaning – preferably with someone I care about and would enjoy being with regularly. Yet such guys are few and hard to find – so in the meantime I can infuse my sex with meaning by savoring it as consciously and graphically as possible – to have each and every scene of my own personal porn esthetically captured in memory forever. So after both of us came in passionate pleasure, we laughed, kissed and rushed back to the beach to wash off any evidence of our private heatwave porn scenario in the dunes near Alicante above the Mediterranean Sea.