Part 3 of 3. Inspired by real events as they say, but it didn't really happen. This concludes this little story arc, which I've had in mind for some time and finally got around to writing. Hope you enjoy.
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Other stories by me: 2011: gay/young-friends/his-brother-likes-feet
(sorry about the messed up formatting) 2011: gay/beginnings/our-own-island 2011: gay/young-friends/sock-wrestling 2010: gay/young-friends/the-cast 2009: gay/college/2am-at-the-pool 2009: gay/adult-friends/balcony 2008: gay/beginnings/naked-on-film 2007: gay/college/barefoot-in-the-stacks 2007: gay/encounters/airport-feet 2002: gay/young-friends/naked-boy
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It was a long and boring summer. I worked hard, saved my money, and thought of Matt. When I went back to school I took a big class load and pushed to make that my last semester. I was able to work in a few trips to the beach and even met Matt for a weekend at that same hotel. We became close. When graduation neared I started the job search. I told my friends and parents that I was looking all over the country but I stacked the deck in favor of South Florida. I found a mediocre job near Matt, moved, and started seeing him regularly. And a few months later I moved in with him and dumped the lease on my crappy little apartment.
I was completely in love and happy. I'd come out to my parents and friends -- not that any of them were surprised -- and we sent out cheesy Christmas cards. And we settled down to grow old together. Until the night Matt didn't come home. I didn't find out until the next day that he'd been killed a traffic accident. No outrageous story about a drunk driver or gang shooting. Simply someone made a mistake and hit him head on.
I went on for a while in our old life but I knew I couldn't keep it up. It was empty without him. I said goodbye to our house and our friends, and all of our favorite places, and I moved to Oregon. The fact that I moved as far as physically possible while staying in the country was not lost on me, but it felt like the right thing to do. In my isolation I threw myself into work and found some measure of financial success. I had the good luck to move there in time for the silicon bubble and while I didn't become a millionaire, I did well. When the bubble burst I found myself spending more time hiking and exploring. I'd never really been an adventurer but it was easy to spend days on trails and see very few people. I was even kind of back in shape.
I didn't seek love, though I was hardly celibate, and after a while found a new balance to my life. No longer the teenager who found a mystical experience getting a naked hug in a park, or the romantic young man waiting for love to walk up to him on the beach, I sought to enjoy life but hold myself in reserve.
It'd taken a while for summer to catch hold this year but it was in the upper 70s and sunny. I headed out for the local nude beach and cruising spot. It's a beautiful and large park on the river and I know all the trails well. I got naked as soon as I got past the "Clothing Optional" marker and headed for my favorite spot. It was a patch of high ground behind a small copse of trees and high grass. It was private and quiet and I liked being here whether I got a hook-up or not.
After a brief nap in the sun I decided to take a walk and see who was around. I strolled the park wearing just a pair of flip-flops, having found barefoot to be inadvisable because of the occasional thorn. One end of the beach had the usual collection of young partiers, which I enjoyed as eye candy but with whom I had nothing in common. Farther down along the rocky trail were the trolls inexpertly looking for someone to play with. I ignored them too and looped back. On one of the inner trails away from the water I saw something interesting. A young red-haired guy standing in the shade of the treeline. He was fully clothed and peering out into the trails. Newbie I thought. I took the long way around and snuck up behind him just for sport.
When I got close he jumped and turned to look at me. I saw his eyes flick down to my cock. I didn't react.
"Hi," I said.
"Hello."
I stood quietly for a moment to see what he would do. He seemed to be watching me out of the corner of his eye.
"First time here?" I asked.
"Um, yes."
"You'll be glad you found it."
"Yeah."
He seemed to want to leave but wasn't sure where to go if he left the protection of the shade. I looked him up and down. He was wearing a pair of sweatpants, the kind with the elastic cuffs, Teva sandals with white socks (sheesh), and a t-shirt with some indecipherable script on it. He was carrying a backpack that looked a bit overpacked. He looked like he should be studying in a college library. In fact he looked about that age.
"Have you been out to the beach yet?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"It's nice but kind of open."
"Yeah."
"Been to a nude beach before?"
"No."
"Well, it seems you need a good place to get acclimated. Somewhere you can be comfortable. Would you like me to show you a spot?"
"No, thank you." he said.
I tried to smile reassuringly. "Well then have a good day. There's a simple joy in being nude outside. Be sure to try it at least once before you leave."
"Ok."
I smiled at him again and walked toward the main trail. I paused for a moment then turned right. I didn't go straight to my destination but looped around. A few minutes later I saw the guy but I didn't acknowledge him. I did make sure he saw me turn onto the trail that led to my spot. I got there, kicked off my flip-flops, and lay out on my blanket facing the trail. I was hoping he'd join me but I didn't hear anyone, so I stretched and dozed lightly.
A while later I heard rustling and opened one eye a bit. I saw the guy pop into my little clearing then pause. He looked me over for a moment then started to turn around.
"Don't go," I said. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. "There's no better spot. Would you like to have this place to yourself?"
"I can't kick you out."
"You could," I said. "But you could also have a seat, drink some water, and cool down a bit."
"Ok," he said. He dropped his bag and sat on the other half of my blanket near my legs. He took some water out of his bag and drank it. I didn't say anything. He sighed and scooted down a little bit then lay on his back and stared at the sky. There was not as much breeze here in my little spot as out on the beach. It was warm and he seemed uncomfortable.
"It's a joy," I said. "To have this park. I come here as often as I can."
"My first time," he said, speaking to the sky.
"Yes," I said.
We were silent for a moment. I needed to encourage him a bit more directly I thought. I sat up on one elbow and turned toward him. I said, "I assume you have been to other beaches."
"Yeah, but not a n... not this one."
"Yes," I said. "It's difficult to get nude the first time. I remember my first. You could start by taking off your shoes."
He paused, then, "Ok." But he didn't move.
I put my hand on the top of his socked and sandaled foot. "May I?" I asked.
He nodded, still without looking at me. I ripped open the velcro strips on his sandals then pulled them off. His socks were kind of dirty. I quickly pulled them off too to find a pair of soft feet. He clearly didn't go barefoot much. I could have left it there but I took his compliance so far as interest. I pulled myself to a sitting position, still alongside him and started absently rubbing one foot. He didn't object.
The day was warming up past the predicted high. The sun was shining down, the air was fragrant, and I was rubbing the bare feet of a cute college kid. I was content but thought this might go farther. I switched to stroking his other foot, gently rubbing the top of the foot then tracing the shape of his toe. I watched the crotch of his sweatpants and thought I could see it rise. I'd kind of pegged him for a foot guy and even if he wasn't I hoped it felt good.
He sat up on his elbows and looked at me. I looked back calmly and smiled. He looked at my cock and could see that I was fully hard. I made no motion to do anything about it.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
He shook his head. I continued to stroke his foot.
"Could we take off your clothes?"
He hesitated, then sat up and pulled off his shirt. I got up on my knees and grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them down. He had boxers on so I pulled them down too. His cock popped free and stood straight up. I smiled. I pulled his sweatpants the rest of the way off, slipping them over his feet. His cock was slender with a large head. His pubes were bright red in the sunlight.
He looked back over his shoulder nervously but there was no sign of anyone coming.
"Just relax," I said. "And enjoy this." I sat up cross-legged and moved down to be beside him. He went back to sitting up on his elbows. I placed one hand on his chest and the other on his legs and rubbed lightly. I saw his cock twitch. I let my hand drift up and stroke his balls gently. Then I grasped the shaft firmly and squeezed. He closed his eyes.
I continued to rub his shaft and stroke his inner thigh. He lay down and closed his eyes. I stroked and admired his body and ignored the precum dripping out of my own cock. He started to breathe heavy and then whispered, "I'm gonna come."
"Let it happen," I said.
When it did happen his whole body tensed and he grunted. He rolled his hips to the side and I sat up on my knees to keep hold of his cock. A huge volume of cum shot into the air and landed on the blanket. His toes actually curled and he shot again. I was amazed at the shear amount.
When he seemed finished I relaxed my grip but was still holding him in my hand. He moved back and pulled away from my grip then sat up on his knees. He looked around to reassure himself that no one had seen.
He looked at the puddle on my blanket. "Sorry," he said.
"It's washable," I said. "You don't have to tell me, but can I ask your name?"
"Bob," he said.
I smiled. "That's perfect."
He looked at my quizzically but I just smiled. Bob stood up and gathered his clothes. "I...." he started.
"Of course," I said. "You need to go. But... don't be ashamed for finding a little joy from time to time."
"Ok," he said. Then he was gone, stepping into the tall grass nude and barefoot and holding all his clothes. I wondered if he'd get dressed around the bend or have the guts to explore the park nude now that he was satiated. I hoped I'd see him again at least.
I smiled to myself and sent a thought of thanks to Bob all those years back.