Part 2 of 3. Inspired by real events as they say, but of course it's ficiton. Yeah, it's not all sex, and I like to mention feet. To each his own.
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I had to work hard through college both at my job and at my coursework. The former because I needed the money. The later because I was not the smartest one in the room and I made up for it by busting my ass studying. This meant little time for dating or any kind of social life. Toward the end of college I was still largely inexperienced though much less naïve. That moment in the park with Bob no longer felt like a mystical experience but I remained thankful to him. I kept going back but never saw Bob again, nor any sign that the park was a cruising spot.
I decided to spend my last college summer not taking classes but just working a summer job in my home town. I'd live with my parents for the summer and save my money. It was all arranged and I had to be there in two days. After I packed my stuff into storage (it was cheaper than a truck rental) I set out. I didn't head straight to my parent's house even though it was a full day's drive. Instead I drove a few hours to the coast to check out the nude beach I'd read about on Usenet. Don't worry if you don't remember what Usenet is. Spending the day at the beach meant I'd either have to drive through the night or find a place to sleep. Since I didn't really have the money for a hotel I figured I'd just sleep in my car at a rest stop or parking lot and then drive on to my parents. I'd get a shower and a decent night's sleep when I arrived and be at my new job the following day.
I left early in the morning and drove to the coast. I picked up I-95 and eventually got to South Apollo beach. It was a long drive down to the southern end of the state park and the stuff I'd read advised that there was very little parking. The park rangers didn't tolerate creative parking along the road. I was not surprised to find the lot full so I turned around and headed back. There was parking in the next lot but it was about a two mile walk.
I tucked things away in my car hoping no one would break in while I was at the beach. The car pretty much screamed college kid on his way home. I packed a towel, water, and a few snacks into my backpack and headed off. I'd brought along a pair of sandals and intended to wear them. I was proud to have gotten over most of my silly foot shyness, but I didn't think the walk would be a great idea so I reluctantly set off in my sneakers. A few cars passed me along the way. Inevitably I'd see the same car a few minutes later and the driver would give me a little wave knowing they'd be making the same walk.
When I got to the beach I walked up the stairs to the top of the dune. Sea grass topped the dunes in both directions. The beach itself was wide open and very white with no indications of civilization except for the stairs. The salt spray from the water made the air misty and it was hard to make out details any distance away. To the north there were one or two people on the sand and a fisherman in the water. To the south I could see some distant figures. I kept my shoes on for the walk through the hot sand, but when I got near the water I took them off and tucked them into my backpack. I started walking south sticking to the area just above the water's edge where the sand was harder, sometimes splashing through a wave. When I got a little ways south I was able to see that the people were actually nude. My first experience with this. It was a Saturday (my first mistake on parking probably) and there were plenty of people there. Most were older but once in a while I'd see someone my age. A few groups, a few couples, some people by themselves. The older ones were mostly tanned all over. The younger ones looked like they normally wore swimsuits. Most were nude, some were clothed.
As I walked farther south I noticed it became less mixed and more men. There were a few obvious gay couples and by this point I was the only one clothed. Still it was my first time and I wasn't ready yet. I passed a few men walking toward me and tried not to stare at their crotches. One guy smiled and said hello to me and I answered weakly. After an even longer walk -- I was probably three miles from my car now -- I was mostly alone.
I decided to pick out a spot and I walked up the beach about one-third of the way to the dune line. I dropped my backpack, stretched out my towel and gratefully dropped onto it. I looked to the south and I could see a few people partly obscured by the sea spray. To the north was a guy stretched out on his own towel but far enough way it was hard to really see him. I took a drink of water then started putting sunscreen on myself. I probably should have done that a long time ago and I hoped I wasn't burned yet. I pulled off my shirt and did my chest and back (mostly) then sat there in my shorts for a few minutes.
Now or never I thought. I pulled my shorts and underwear off together and sat there naked in public for the first time. Well unless you count the thing with Bob, but we'd been alone. It was thrilling but I was way too nervous to bone up thankfully. I cautiously put sunscreen on myself, taking care to make sure it didn't look like I was playing with myself. Yes, I'd thought about that a lot.
I lay down on my stomach and looked up the beach. It was weird laying there in the sun and feeling the breeze blowing across my ass. I sat back up and looked around. Not much had changed. I lay on my back with my feet toward the water. My dick flopped to the side then retracted a bit. It seemed to be getting comfortable. It was weird looking down my naked body to the waves. I tugged my dick a bit and made it lay down on my balls. I stared at the water. Now that I was here I actually noticed what a beautiful beach this was. I breathed in the salt air and tried to relax.
There was no one coming so I decided to take a stroll. I got up and walked to the water totally naked and thrilling in the sensation. Rather than go into the ocean I walked farther south along the water's edge. I walked five minutes or so and decided to go back. When I turned around I was surprised to see a guy walking toward me. I wasn't sure where he'd come from because I hadn't been looking behind me. I had the desire to cover up but I hadn't brought a thing with me. I wasn't even wearing a watch.
This was the moment. I'd have to be naked in close proximity to someone. I tried to walk normally. When we got close I nodded at him and he nodded back. He was middle aged, trim and tan, and his dick flopped back and forth as he walked. I looked down and saw his tanned feet splash through the water and then he was gone. I could feel a tingle. I walked back to my towel and sat down.
I looked around. There was no one in sight again. I could feel myself getting hard. I decided to let it happen. My prick rose until it was totally hard but I kept my legs angled to hide it. I sat there for a while then slowly squeezed myself with my legs. It felt good. I did it again. Then I reached my hand under my leg and touched the underside of my dick. I brushed it slowly and with just my fingertips hoping that it wouldn't be obvious from a distance what I was doing. I did this for a few minutes until I felt my orgasm building. Then I pulled my legs slightly apart and let it fire off into the sand without even touching myself. It wasn't the best orgasm I'd had but it was still pretty good.
I kicked sand over the puddle I'd left in the sand, wiped my prick on the edge of the towel, and sat there and listening to the waves crash. When another guy passed by down at the water's edge I watched him impassively and was totally at ease with my nakedness. When he'd gone I lay down on the towel again and listened to the waves. Exam week had been exhausting. Packing had been exhausting. And I'd just had a good... so I dozed off. I don't think it was very long but I woke up, stretched, and looked around. Still not much had changed.
I got up and walked toward the water. I was not about to swim here with the strong currents but I waded in up to my chest and bobbed in the waves. The surf was fairly quiet today. It was too early in the year for the big Atlantic storms. I'd never skinny dipped before and it was amazing how good it felt. You wouldn't think one less item of clothing would feel all that different but it was amazing. I loved the feeling of the water all around me.
I let myself drift a bit north with the current, bobbing off the sandy bottom to make sure I didn't get too deep. From here I was able to see a more crowded part of the beach without revealing myself. It was amazing to watch people lying about and talking at ease. Although I did see a few who seemed a bit nervous. I wondered if it was their first time too. After adjusting myself under the water I walked out of the surf back onto the beach. No one seemed to pay me any attention. I started walking south back to my towel taking my time and inspecting shells. This time when I passed a guy going the other way it felt almost normal.
I was pretty much dry when I got back to my towel but I stretched out in the sun for a while. When I got up I dug around in my bag and found my watch and put it on. I was surprised to see how late it was and thought I should probably be leaving soon. I decided to eat first. It was going to be a long walk. Maybe I'd go up the beach the whole way to the northern parking lot. As I finished eating I saw a guy walking along the water. He was pretty cute. A little older than me, and from his tan lines clearly not a beach regular, but seemingly at ease. He saw me looking at him and started walking up towards me. I didn't know what to do so I tried to look casual.
When he got about six feet away he said, "Sorry to bother you, but can you tell me what time it is?"
"Uh, yes," I said. I looked at my watch. "About 3:30."
"Thanks," he said. "That means I have about an hour left to enjoy this." He had dark blond and messy hair. He was mostly in shape but looking a little soft around the edges. His cock, which I risked a quick glance at, was smallish and circumcised, and rested neatly on top of his balls.
"I was just thinking that I need to pack up," I said. "I have a long drive a head of me." This was my first experience trying to have a casual conversation with a naked person. I wondered if my voice sounded as high and tense to him as it did to me. I tried to relax.
"Where do you need to drive to?" he asked.
"Chattanooga."
"Tennessee?"
"Yes."
"Wow, that is a long drive," he said. "You plan to drive there through the night?"
"Well I'll see how far I get but I figure I'll sleep for a few hours in a rest stop."
"That's harsh," he said. "I've done that kind of thing a few times myself. Not this time though. I got a hotel outside the park."
"So you're here for a few days?" I asked.
"No," he said. "I have to drive back home tomorrow. Miami. I have to be at work on Monday."
"Me too," I said. "Work on Monday I mean."
He paused for a few minutes. I had the almost irresistible urge to cover up. So much for the peaceful ease I'd felt before. I started fidgeting with my trash, starting to pack up.
"Look," he said. "This'll seem a little strange, but my room has two beds. You're welcome to crash there for the night if you want and leave in the morning."
I actually thought about it for a moment. He seemed nice. And cute. Not the axe murdering type, but still two minutes of conversation was not enough for me to make that sort of decision.
"I probably shouldn't," I said. "And I guess I should be going, much as I hate to leave the beach." I started poking at my bag.
"Ok," he said. "I understand. I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable. Was this your first time here?"
"Yes," I said.
"I just found this place last summer," he said. "And I come up here when I can. Long drive for me though. Usually have to stay over somewhere."
I mumbled something.
"Ok," he said. "I'll be heading out. Enjoy the rest of your day and stay safe on the drive. Make sure you rest when you need to."
"Thanks," I said. "It was nice to meet you."
He walked back down to the water and continued south. I watched appreciatively. I would have liked to have some fun with him. It seemed like he was interested, but there were no spots on this beach and I wasn't sure about following him back to a hotel room. Reluctantly I packed up my stuff but didn't get dressed. I put all my clothes in my bag and put it on my bare shoulder. I looked down the beach for the guy but I didn't see him. I'd lost track of him while I packed.
I started the long walk to my car, walking along the water's edge as before. Again I was trying to look surreptitiously at the naked people along the way but this time nude myself. I felt almost comfortable with that again. When I got to where I saw the dune cross-over I thought I should probably get dressed. The nude portion ended there. I put my bag down in the dry sand and got dressed standing.
I looked at the beach to the north and was no longer interested in walking that way. I thought it'd be much faster on the road so I went up to the parking lot. I dusted as much sand off my feet as possible and my shoes and socks on and started walking. On the beach the breeze had kept the mosquitos away but here they were starting to circle. I was hot, and tired, and my feet were sore. Not that I regretted going.
A couple cars passed me as I walked along and I stepped off to the side to give them room. I was surprised when one of them slowed beside me and I heard a voice say, "need a lift?"
I started to say no, then I looked across to the driver's side and saw the guy I'd been talking to on the beach. And more importantly I felt the air conditioning washing out the window and hitting me.
"Yes, please," I said, and tried to sound gracious.
I hopped into his car, trying to knock the sand off my shoes first. I looked over to see he was dressed in ratty shorts in a t-shirt and driving in sandy flip-flops. I stared at his feet for a moment. Couldn't help myself.
"Don't worry about the sand," he said. "I always have to vacuum the car on the way home."
"Ok," I said. I hoped he hadn't noticed me checking him out.
"You parked in the next lot?" he asked.
"Yes. Got here too late to park at the beach I guess."
"It fills up fast," he agreed. "I try to give people rides when I can."
The ride seemed to go too fast. My car didn't have working AC and I knew it would take a while to get cooled down even driving with the windows open. When we got to the lot he asked which car was mine and I pointed out my rusty clunker. For some reason I was reluctant to do this. I think it felt like anchoring my real world life with that feeling of freedom from the beach. He pulled up next to my car and I looked at him.
"By the way, I'm Matt," he said. I laughed and gave him my name.
"Thanks," I said. "I really appreciate the ride."
"No problem. And, you know the offer of a place to sleep is still open."
I hesitated before answering.
"Heck," Matt said. "You know if you want to just stop by and use the shower before you hit the road that's fine too. I know what long drives after the beach are like."
That won me over. The beach had no facilities and the sand was already a bit itchy. "Ok," I said. "If you're sure that's ok. I'll take you up on the rinse off before I hit the road."
"Great," he said. "You can follow me out but if we get separated it's the Holiday Inn right on the main road. You can't miss it."
"Ok," I said. "See you there."
I unlocked my car and the heat hit me like opening a kiln. I stood there for a minute and let some of it dissipate. Then I got in, started the car, and rolled down the windows. Matt was waiting for me at the exit to the parking lot and I followed him up the road all the way to the park entrance. Was I crazy for doing this? I don't know. We exited the park and passed the grocery store where I'd bought my supplies that morning, and a little while later he put on his turn signal and pulled in to the parking lot of an ugly salmon-colored hotel with a Holiday Inn sign. Matt parked and I parked a few spots away.
I'd planned to change clothes somewhere along the way so I had them out already. I put them on top of my sandals into a plastic bag and locked the car. Matt had come up to my car and looked at the bag. "That it?" he asked.
"Yeah. I wasn't planning on getting a shower so it's just a change of clothes I had out."
He led the way up the exterior stairs to the third floor and onto the walkway that faced inland. He unlocked the door and we went inside. Seen one cheap hotel room, seen them all. This one had two small beds, a small couch, and a TV. And ugly faded drawings screwed to the wall. The sliding glass doors on the back of the room opened to a small but semi-private balcony that overlooked the beach. I thought that was pretty cool. The room was a little stuffy but cool and it was a welcome relief. Matt kicked off his flip-flops by the door and dropped his bag.
"Go ahead and take a shower first," Matt said.
"No," I said. "That's ok. You should get to go first, and anyway I'd like to just sit a few minutes."
"Ok," he said. "If you're sure."
Matt went into the bathroom and closed the door. Then I realized I had to pee. Should have done that first. Oh well. The water ran for a while and I waited impatiently. Eventually it stopped and Matt came out of the bathroom naked and holding his beach clothes. I was startled. He was naked when I met him but this seemed different.
"All yours," he said.
"Thank you," I said, and headed for the bathroom. As I was closing the door I took another good eyeful of bare ass. I stripped all my clothes off, trying to keep the sand contained, peed, and got into the shower. I felt great to rinse the salt and sunscreen off but I realized I did have a little bit of a sunburn. I used the hotel shampoo and cleaned up, rinsed some more, and got out. Only then did I realize I'd not brought my clothes into the bathroom. I was going to have to go out there and change.
I left the bathroom holding my clothes and wearing a towel around my waist. I wasn't as brave. Matt was sitting on the couch in just a pair of shorts. I was a little relieved he was clothed, even though I'd enjoyed looking at him. I went to the bed where I'd left my bag and extracted my clean clothes. What the hell, I thought. He'd seen me naked. Without looking back at him I dropped the towel and started getting dressed. When I had my shirt and shorts on I turned around and looked at Matt.
"Thank you," I said.
"You're welcome," he said. "And you're welcome to sit for a minute. You don't have to rush."
"Ok," I said. I felt the tingle and decided to see where this was going. The only place to sit was the couch. I'd done a lot of walking and now that I was out of the shower my muscles had started to tighten up and I moved like an old man. I sat down gingerly.
"You ok?" Matt asked.
"Yes. Lot of walking today. My feet are sore."
"May I?" he said.
"What?"
"Give them a rub."
"Uh, ok."
I hesitated. Then I turned 90 degrees on the couch and put my foot up toward him. The couch was kind of short so I had to keep my legs bent even after he'd pulled my foot into his lap. He started to press his thumbs into the ball of my foot then work his way down to the heel. He kept going and it felt amazingly good. I wasn't sure what to look at so I just kind of looked toward the balcony and didn't say anything.
"Let me have the other foot."
This time I didn't hesitate and rearranged myself so my other foot was in his lap and he started rubbing that one. I couldn't help it. No one had ever touched my feet before and I couldn't keep my cock down. It started to fill out in my shorts and I started to breathe a bit heavy. I didn't want him to stop. I knew we were beyond anything innocent but I didn't know what to do next. When I finally got the nerve to look back at Matt he was grinning. I looked down at his crotch and his shorts were standing at full attention.
He didn't seem apologetic. He just kept rubbing my feet although it was less medicinal and more sensual now. I don't think there was any doubt now what was going to happen. I smiled nervously at him. He pulled my foot to his cock and I rubbed it through the fabric of his shorts. He groaned softly.
"Shall we move to the bed?" he asked.
"Yes."
"And ditch the clothes?"
"Yes."
We got up and he dropped his shorts. The unassuming cock I'd seen before was now standing proudly perpendicular to his body. Staring at I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my shorts and underwear making my own hard-on pop free. He looked at it and grinned.
"I liked it when I saw it the first time," Matt said. "But it's even better hard."
I blushed. We climbed into bed and lay on our sides facing each other. I put my hand on his leg and quickly found his cock and took hold of it. He groaned. He didn't know it but this was only my second time holding a dick besides my own (that's another story). I felt his hand on my own dick but I was concentrating on tracing the shape of his with my hand. I wanted to do more but I didn't want to break the embrace. Holding each other we pulled closer. He kissed me and I kissed back. It was strangely exciting and added to the experience in a way I didn't expect. We rocked and I gripped his cock with my hand. I felt him tense and heard him moan, then I felt cum shooting the length of his cock. It was warm on my stomach and he ground himself into me.
We lay there a sticky mess for a while both breathing hard, and Matt laughed. "It's been a while since I got that, uh, excited."
"Me too," I said, though that was not strictly true.
"But you haven't come yet."
"That's ok," I said.
"Do you want to?"
"Yes, but I, uh, sort of did earlier."
"On the beach?" he asked.
I blushed. "Yes."
"I did that my first time too."
Matt pushed me onto my back then propped himself up on his elbow. He kissed my neck then started kissing his way down my chest. Then he moved, pushed my legs apart, and knelt between them. I closed my eyes felt his breath on me, then he engulfed my cock. I jumped in pleasure. He started to apply pressure and I started to bounce my hips without thinking about it. I don't know how long this went on but he didn't slow down.
"I'm gonna come," I said.
He swirled his tongue around the tip of my cock and I shot into his mouth. He groaned. When I was done he licked the tip of my cock and I jumped. It was very sensitive.
Matt lay back down next to me on his side and rested a hand just under my balls. Nothing was said but we both knew I'd be staying a while. After a while Matt got up and ordered a pizza. We cleaned up with towels and got dressed for the delivery, then happily stripped naked again when the guy was gone.
We watched a little TV while eating pizza and casually rubbing each other. I got Matts's foot in my lap and enjoyed rubbing it with my hand. I'm not sure if he was as into it as much I was but he seemed to enjoy it. I told him a bit about school and what I planned to do after. I admitted how inexperienced I was. He was not that far out of college himself and had a job as junior marketing executive at a company in Miami I'd never heard of. After a while we lapsed into companionable silence. Neither of us interested in the remaining pizza. The sun had gone down and we'd closed the drapes.
I scooted over to be next to Matt and put my hand on his leg. He smiled.
"I'm not very experienced like I said. But I'd like to try... something." I said.
He nodded. I got up and kneeled down in front of the little couch and spread his legs apart. He grinned. I took his cock in my hand and felt it respond. I stroked his legs and his feet and then leaned close and put my lips around him. I could feel his cock get bigger in my mouth and I concentrated on applying pressure with just my lips. He rubbed the top of my head and leaned back. Keeping him in my mouth I stretched my hands up and rubbed his chest then brought them back down and encircled the base of his cock with my fingers.
I pulled off and looked at him.
"Wow," he said. I smiled. I got up and walked over to the bed and he followed. It would take a long time to describe everything that happened in the next hour, but by the end of it we'd both had shattering orgasms. I came in his mouth again. And this time he came in mine. Afterwards we crawled under the covers. I pulled close and stroked his feet with my feet. I loved that. And we slept naked in each other's arms.
I woke up in the morning in a panic and looked at the clock but it was only 8 o'clock. Not as bad as I thought. I lay back down but Matt was awake.
"You have to hit the road pretty soon," he said.
"Yes," I said. He traced my cheek with his hand then stroked my chest. We lay there for a while before I reluctantly got up.
"You'll probably want a quick shower," he said. "And I need one too."
It took me a moment but I figured out what he meant. We got in together and scrubbed each other clean. I pulled his body against me again and kissed him without reserve. He kissed his way down my chest and took me in his mouth again. I looked down his naked back and at the soles of his feet. My fourth orgasm in 24 hours was weak but still left me shuddering. I tried to reciprocate but he begged off.
"You can owe me one," he said.
I got dressed in my shorts, shirt, and sandals and hugged him at the door. He was still naked. We exchanged phone numbers and I promised to call and see what we could arrange. I hoped to meet him here again.
I drove off a little sad and a little triumphant. It was a long drive home in which I had plenty of time to think about what I wanted from life. What would I do when I graduated and who I wanted to be with. I knew I'd at least see him again.