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The Nudist Beach
By Simon Peter
I am not a very outward person. Not that I am overly shy or anything, but I don't go around publicizing myself. Let me qualify this: when I'm horny, I do publicize myself. I free-ball in tight jeans to outline my penis and I wear tight t-shirts through which my nipples and abs become pronounced. I make sure that the t-shirt doesn't reach below the waist of my jeans so that when I raise an arm, the start of my trail just under my belly button is exposed. If I decide on button-down shirts, I keep the top two or three buttons open to show the upper part of my hairy chest.
Having said all of this, I still maintain that I am not very open.
The first time I thought about nudism was during surfing the web for porn. That was a couple of years ago. I still watch porn, mostly gay porn. I am attracted a lot by the male body, but I haven't had many experiences with guys yet, sexually, that is. That is not a big deal. I am still young, 22 years old, and there is a lot of time during which I can catch up.
There is a long week-end coming, and I happen not to have any papers to write or exams to prepare for. A friend of mine on campus was talking about this nudist beach, around a one- hour drive to the north of the university. I have decided to check it out.
I discreetly was able to find which bus to take and which stop to get off at. On Saturday morning, I stuffed my swimming trunks, a towel, sun-tan lotion, shampoo, and spare undershorts in my backpack, and I set out. I had mixed feelings about this. I was filled with excitement at the prospect of being able to watch people in the nude. But at the same time, I was terrorized by the fact that I would have to don off my own clothes as well. Will I get a boner? Oh, God!
My inquisitiveness took over my fear and shyness in the end. I got off the bus at the designated stop and look around. What the hell? There was nothing around except a small dirt dune and a lot of dry bush, behind which I could smell the saltiness of the sea. I climbed onto the dune and looked down at a steep descent to a narrow sandy-pebbly beach, deserted. Oh man! I was thinking. I have been duped.
As I turned around to go back to the bus stop, somewhat relieved but also disappointed, the next bus arrived and a couple, a man and a woman, got off. The bus was going north. I needed the one going south.
"Hi," the middle-aged man greeted me. I assumed that the woman was his wife.
"Hi," I answered, hoping that they wouldn't ask me for directions since I knew diddly shit about the area.
"Do you have any idea, young man, where the nudist beach is?"
Huh? I was the one who should be asking this question. Then, there was a nudist beach somewhere.
"Well," I said uncertainly. "I have been wondering about the same thing myself."
I noticed that the woman was eyeing my bulge. Even the man glanced down a couple of times.
"We were told it must be somewhere around here."
"There is definitely a beach behind the dunes there, but I couldn't see anyone. It looks quite secluded but deserted," I said, pointing behind me.
"Hmm," the man said. "Probably the perfect place for a nudist beach, huh? Are you a nudist, too?"
I hummed and hawed. Finally I got up the courage to admit that I was curious and that it would be my first time. The man walked over to the dirt dune, looked down and off into the distance, and then walked back. I was fidgeting, wondering what to do next.
"There is a track that winds down to the beach," the man said as he approached. "I can't tell for sure, but I think that there is something going around the protruding rock-head to the north, around half-a-mile away. What do you think, honey?" he addressed his wife. "Should we investigate?"
The woman nodded. "We have come all this distance," she said. "We might as well check it out. If there is nothing, then we will have the beach all to ourselves." She eyed me meaningfully as she said that, and I started to feel a little uncomfortable. I am gay, not much attracted by females.
"Are you game, young man?" the man asked me.
Well, I was in the middle of nowhere and I had nothing else to do. "Sure," I nodded and extended my hand. "I'm Dennis."
"Hi Dennis," the man smiled approvingly as he shook my hand. "I'm Jim and this is Ronda."
Ronda stepped closer and took my hand, pressing a little more than normal. I had to pull my hand away. We set off down the steep track. Ronda kept sliding and her short skirt hitching up to her waist, exposing a bare butt. I was more interested in Jim's butt actually, although I have never experienced anything with an older married man.
Eventually we reached the beach strip and headed north. I took off my sneakers and walked barefoot. Ronda pulled off her top, and her breasts hung out. She wasn't wearing any bra and she probably thought it was sexy! I expected Jim to make some sort of comment, me being there and all, but he acted as if his wife, walking along the beach with bared breasts, was the most normal thing in the world.
There wasn't much of a conversation as we walked. Reaching the protruding head, we manoeuvred our way around it, since the water came up to the rocks. None of us was expecting anything out of it. The whole place looked deserted but I thought I could hear voices. Right around the rocks was a beautiful scene.
For around two miles, a sandy beach, crescent-shaped, stretched, offering a swimmer's haven. This haven, however, was occupied by around twenty to thirty people, by my first count. All were naked!
"Ah, there we are," Jim said jubilantly, already starting to pull off his shirt. Ronda clapped her hands with delight, her sagging breasts bouncing.
I lagged a few steps behind. Did I really want to do this? Did I want to get butt naked and walk around other nude people? Could I do this? My heart was beating fast, partly because of the long walk, but mostly because of my trepidation.
But I was there, wasn't I? And everyone was naked, weren't they? And I had a fit body and impressive equipment inside my jeans didn't I? What was I afraid of? As soon as I reached the edge where the people were, I dropped my backpack on the sand and fished out my towel.
"I think I am going to stay in this spot," I told Jim and Ronda.
"But, dear," Ronda cooed. "Why here? Come. Let's find a place in the middle of all those nice people."
"Oh, that's ok," I replied, hoping that they will not insist. I didn't want to be in their company. The idea of having to stare at Ronda's breasts and Jim's limp dick was not what I came here for. I came here to be free of everything, of clothing as well as of people I didn't choose to be with. "You go ahead, Ronda. But I will be seeing you later after we settle in," I said in way of appeasement.
Jim and Ronda walked away, and I heaved a sigh of relief. I wrapped the towel around my waist, pulled off my jeans and put on my swimming trunks, baggy, knee-reaching, definitely not the sexiest beach wear. Sitting on the towel, I studied the scenery. Lovely people. Most were young, in their twenties, but there were some around Jim and Ronda's age. The young ones looked hot and I started to feel the stirrings of excitement in my crotch.
With a sigh, I laid back on my towel, feeling the sunrays seep into my bare skin, with my hands crossed under my head, resting on the backpack. I wore my sunglasses to keep the glare of the sun rays reflecting off the sea waves. I was starting to doze off when I noticed someone coming out of the sea. Through the sun glare, I was able to notice a fit male body walking towards where I was lying. I raised my sunglasses for a better look, and sure enough, a very hot-looking young guy was approaching. My eyes went down from his handsome lightly-bearded face to his chest with a patch of hair in the middle, down to his crotch with another, thicker patch of hair around his dripping penis. He had muscled legs that looked very sexy as he sauntered closer. This was the first time I see a man walking naked. Out in the open. Dripping wet! I had been with guys before, had had sex with a few, but now I was watching male movement in a normal setting, with the muscles working and the dick swinging, and, dear God, the wet look.
The guy plopped on the sand on his back a few meters away from me. I could see him much more clearly now that he was out of the glare. He looked adorable. As I studied his naked body lying flat on his back on the sand, I started to get an erection. Thankfully, I was in my baggy swimming trunks.But maybe not so thankfully? Shit, why was I so shy? After a short while, the guy turned over onto his stomach. His butt cheeks arched up in two mounds that looked firm and enticing. My erection got harder. Now, he was able to look at me as he lay in this position. Our eyes met. Electricity ran through my body all the way down to my toes. He had the clearest green eyes that I had ever seen. Ocean green.
Smiling, he said as he placed his chin on his hands, "Seems this is your first time, huh?"
I nodded, embarrassed.
"Hi," he kept his eyes focused on my face. "I'm Ryan."
"Dennis," I croaked. I had to release myself from his stare. It was too intense, too exciting. I felt as if he were able to bore deep inside me and read whatever I was thinking or feeling. I busied myself by fishing out the sun lotion from my backpack.
"You realize, Dennis," I heard Ryan say, "you won't be able to get an even tan still wearing those trunks."
I laughed nervously. "Guess not."
"So lose the trunks, buddy," he said matter-of-factly.
"Ah.. um... well," I stammered, not really knowing what to say.
This was a nudist beach after all, and I was the only one wearing a piece of clothing. Damn it! I thought. Ok, I would lose the trunks. With shaking hands, I placed the lotion next to me and pulled off the damned swimming trunks. My dick was semi-erect because of the heat from the sun but more because of Ryan's hot body.
I glanced at Ryan as I shoved the trunks inside the backpack. He was looking at my crotch with one raised eyebrow. The more embarrassed I felt, the more erect my cock got.
My heart racing, I turned over onto my belly to hide my erection, pressing my crotch onto the towel. The hot sand under my crotch did not help at all. My erection was full. In my peripheral vision, I saw Ryan stand up, rub sand off his chest, and walk over.
Standing next to me, he said, "You will need some help with the lotion if you are to expose your back to the sun like this."
Fuck me! I just realized that my butt was naked, exposed for all to see, for Ryan to see!
Nothing I could do! If I hid my butt I would expose my erected dick, and vice-versa. So it was my butt that I decided on. Ryan kneeled beside me, his sand-covered dick inches away, and he started applying lotion onto my shoulders and back. I relaxed. The kneading and the heat of the sun felt heavenly. My cock throbbed under me. I was in heaven.
Ryan's lotion application was more of a massage than just rubbing the lotion onto the skin.
He took his time, using his fingers and the palms of his hands alternatively, across my shoulders and up and down my back. When he moved lower, my heart increased pounding.
He was doing my butt cheeks, and I was sure he knew I was humping the towel from the rippling muscles of my ass cheeks.
His hands moved further down my thighs, and I almost jumped when I felt his fingers reach into the insides of my thighs and up, touching my crack, almost getting to my balls. I couldn't stop myself from shivering, and my humping became more intense. I didn't realize I was moaning until I felt his fingers grip my thighs a bit tighter, massaging erotically.
"Turn over," Ryan said.
"I can't," I moaned.
"What do you mean you can't?" His hands were resting on my upper thighs, almost fondling.
"I have a ... um ... a... you know," I stammered. "A fucking hard-on," I finally blurted.
Ryan laughed. He had this beautiful, erotically rich laugh, and my cock responded by getting even harder under me, pressing back on my belly.
"I can take care of that for you," I heard him say.
I couldn't believe my ears at first. Was he offering to jack me off? Damn! Heartbeats were racing, cock veins were throbbing. Here? In front of everyone? Pulling on my hard dick? Oh, boy.
I turned my head sideways to look at him. His green eyes met mine and I shuddered with lust. It was my turn to ask him what he meant. He smiled and licked his lower lip slowly, clearly indicating what he meant. NOT a hand job. A blow job! Oh, fuck me and fuck me over! This hot guy was offering to suck my cock.
"As much as I want to," I managed to say, "do you think it is proper to do what you are offering to do out here? In front of everyone?"
He nodded, his smile turning into a devious smirk.
"Have you done this before?" I asked.
He nodded again. I was too far gone to care. This hot guy wanted my dick. My dick wanted this hot guy. Public or not public, who gave a shit? Tremulously, I turned sideways, and my cock was exposed. No going back. No hesitation.
Ryan was offering his mouth. I was offering my erection.
The closest people to us were some 6 or 7 meters away, and I noticed that they were not paying us any attention. My whole body shuddered as I felt Ryan's lips around my engorged cock head. He moaned. Lying on his side, he sucked on my dick. It wasn't easy for me to pump into his mouth, so I let him take control. And what he did was amazing.
Feeling the sea breeze fondling my body hair and the sun rays seeping into my skin, I relaxed and enjoyed the wet mouth blowing me. It didn't take me long to start feeling the build-up of semen in my balls ready to ejaculate.
"Ryan, bro," I whispered down, looking at the top of his head bobbing on my cock. "I'm almost there, man."
Ryan responded by cupping my balls with one hand and sliding the other hand inside my ass crack, massaging my hole, as he sucked faster and deeper, gobbling on my hardness. When I shot into his mouth I felt my insides coming out through my dick. Ryan, moaned and swallowed my cum. Even after I finished squirting, he kept on sucking, drawing out every last drop, his finger buried in my hole.
Finally, Ryan got off my dick. I sighed, surprised but thankful for this unexpected relief. Ryan rolled on his back, his dick hard and plastered against his belly. He looked very delicious and I felt more than obliged to return the favour. But I couldn't just go down on him, right there in front of all those people. I was totally embarrassed. Besides, Ryan didn't seem to expect this from me.
"Wow," I sighed. "That was amazing, Ryan," I said, my eyes roaming over the fit, tanned body. Ryan smiled, his eyes closed. Without turning, he said, "You could do the same to me, you know, Dennis."
I inhaled. Go down on him just like that? My inhibitions kicked in.
"Ryan, man," I tried to be as apologetic as I could. "I can't do this out here with all these people around, as much as I want to."
"Where then?" he asked, still with his eyes closed.
Surreptitiously, self-consciously, with my eyes watching the other people around, I ran my hand over his smooth chest skin. "You tell me. You know this place more than I do."
Ryan jumped up. "Ok, then, follow me."
He started walking, not caring about showing his erection. Thankfully, I was spent from his blow job, and my dick hung down over my balls. I followed Ryan, watching his firm, bubble butt move enticingly in front of me. I was surprised that he went in the direction of the other people. Some of them stared at his erection. Some others smiled. A couple of women licked their lips. I was embarrassed as hell, following this hot guy who was sporting an erection. I was sure of what they were thinking, that I was going to get fucked!
"Hey, Dennis," I jumped when I heard Jim's voice calling me. "Going somewhere?" There was this smirking grin on his face.
It was the grin that made me lose my embarrassment. I didn't appreciate the way he addressed me and I immediately decided to shock. What had I got to lose? "Hey, Jim," I smiled at him, winking. "I am going to get laid. Want to join?" I rubbed my limp dick as I said that. A few people nearby turned with smiles and interested looks.
Jim's smirk changed to that of surprise. Good. He glanced at his wife, apparently not knowing what to say. Ronda came to his aid.
"I don't think that Jim is into that kind of thing, Dennis, dear," she said, with a touch of anger and annoyance in her tone.
"Everyone is into that kind of thing, Ronda," I smiled back at her, not appreciating her prissy attitude. "But if you guys don't want to get laid, that's fine by me."
Ryan had stopped and walked back the few steps to watch the scene, never losing his erection, pointing straight up, exposing his balls. I put my arm around his waist and drew him closer to me, saying to both of them, "Ryan here is more than eager to oblige, as you can easily tell."
I saw Ryan smile when I said this. "Dennis promises to be a great lay, don't you agree?" he said, getting into my game, sharp as he was.
"Let's go, baby," I said, keeping my smile and drawing him closer so that the sides of our naked bodies were pressed on each other. "See you around," I called to Jim and Ronda as we walked away.
"That was mean," Ryan told me, as we walked side by side, my arm still around his waist.
We were getting more stares and smiles now.
"They started it," I said, squeezing the side of his waist. "Besides, what I said was totally true. I am going to get laid, aren't I?"
Ryan laughed, so sweetly. Finally we reached the end of the beach strip where there were a few rocks projecting out into the sea. We climbed onto the nearest rock and jumped down to a space between it and the next rock. We were totally out of sight from the beach.
I immediately held Ryan close and kissed him, pressing my belly against his erection, grinding onto him. Licking down his smooth chest, I tasted sea water and sweat. This made me horny again and my cock quivered and elongated.
Reaching down to his cock, I took him into my mouth. He arched his back and fed me. I reached for his nipples as I swallowed his hot cock and looked up to meet his green eyes looking down at me, starting to glaze over with lust. I went all the way down to the base of his hard dick, feeling the head push at my throat. Breathing though my nose, I was able to control my gagging reflex. Slowly, increasing my tempo, I deep-throated him. His moans were much louder than when he was sucking my dick, and his load was thick and warm, filling my mouth as he ejaculated.
By now I was hard. I stroked myself as I got off his dick. Ryan removed my hand and replaced it with his, turning around and leaning onto the rock, guiding my now-very-hard cock into his crack. I applied some spit and pushed at his hole. After a couple of off-thrusts, I found his hole and penetrated.
"Ahhh," Ryan screamed at the invasion.
I could hear some snickering from the other side of the rocks, but I went in anyway, shoving my whole length inside the tight, warm tunnel. Ryan squeezed against my cock. As soon as I felt him relax his hole muscle, I started fucking him, running my tongue up his back to his nape. He arched against me, meeting my thrusts, moaning, turning his head backwards towards me. I sucked on his lower lip, driving in and out of his ass. My hand reached down to feel his firm butt cheek. Squeezing and pinching, driving my nails into the skin, I fucked him hard, pounding his ass.
My second load was even bigger than the first. I didn't seem to finish dumping cum inside Ryan. He kept moving against me, milking my cock with his rim muscle. I was biting hard on his lip, feeling his body shudder against me with every squirt I shot into him.
Spent, I withdrew. He turned around and we kissed, our breathing hard, our mouths hungry.
I leaned against the rock as we both settled back to normal. "Do you think we should head back?" I asked, thinking about the kind of stares we were going to deal with, now that everyone on the beach must know that we fucked.
"Yea, let's," Ryan smiled and jumped up onto the rock and down to the other side. I followed, passing by Ronda and Jim who avoided looking at us. When we reached the place where I had left my towel, we sat down on the hot sand side by side. By now, the other people on the beach somewhat lost interest in us since we were accepted as lovers.
I enjoyed the rest of the day with Ryan, holding conversations-he was quite interesting to talk to-rubbing oil on each other's body, developing the inevitable erections. He was able to fuck me in the water off the beach, as I tried to keep my balance on the shifting sand under my feet and as he pushed his penis up into me. It wasn't easy, but it was very erotic, seeing that it was a first for me, with the rippling water fondling my balls and my cock. I noticed Jim pointing at us and shaking his head. Fuck him!
Will I come back to this beach? No. As much as I enjoyed Ryan and the experience of being naked in front of other people, I didn't think that it would have been enjoyable at all had there been no Ryan and had I had to spend the time in the company of people like Jim and Ronda.
After all, I stayed with Ryan for a few weeks after that, and we had sex almost continuously.
I doubt it very much whether I would be so lucky if I ever visited that beach again.