Date: Wed, 25 Oct 2017 20:01:24 -0400 (EDT) From: Freddy E. Subject: My beach adventures, Chapter 3 My Beach Adventures: Chapter 3, Running Amok By Cresive ------------------------------------------ I never ran into the priest again. I tried to find him and even returned to the beach club several times in search of him. Unfortunately, when we met, it was the end of the summer season and the club was closing for the winter. By the time the club reopened, it was the following year. I would have loved to have a replay of that amazing day, but alas, I never was able to contact him. Memories of that day are still etched in my soul and give me a warm feeling whenever I recall that day. I had several nice adventures at my parent's beach house, but also had a few growth experiences. The spring after my daliance with the priest is a perfect example. I, along with some friends, went to the beach town to catch a show by a regionally popular band. They were a flash in the pan type band that broke up soon after and I cannot remember the name. We drove down to the beach (about 2 hrs away) to watch the show and planned to overnight at my parents? house. My parents agreed to us staying as long as we cleaned up after ourselves, and opened up the house for the season. Having five men there to open the house would save them from having to do it. We left for the beach after school on Friday. We arrived early Friday Evening and proceeded to get the place opened up and habitable. I turned on the water, hot water heater, we loaded up the fridge and as soon as the water heated up, took showers before we went out for a night on the town. We were young Americans out to sow our wild oats before the show. We grabbed some dinner at a deli, found someone to buy us beer at the 7-11, and walked around chugging the beer and reveling in our autonomy. Pretty soon, it was show-time. The concert was great, and we all had a great time dancing and trying, unsuccessfully, to pick up girls. We were so wound up after the show, that we decided to walk along he boardwalk for a bit. Being young and stupid, someone had the idea that we go skinny dipping and nobody had the clarity of thought to decide that was a bad idea. Knowing the area, I at least moved us down to an area that wasn't as well lit. We stripped down, stashed our clothes under the boardwalk, and made a mad dash for the water--IT WAS FREEZING!! It was so cold, that my balls were trying to climb out my mouth! However, now the cold water turned into a bravado challenge to see who could stay in the longest. As soon as a couple of my buddies decided to get out of the water, they were greeted by a sudden illumination from the flashlights held by two policemen that happened to watch us enter the water. My other two friends were then called to get out of the water as two more flashlights were walking up to greet them. I was in the water, just past the breakers, wondering how I could escape! Now I was truly cold, but did not want to get arrested. My mom had only one rule, but it was a hard boundary--DO NOT embarrass your mother!! I would do most anything to prevent having to call home and get bailed out of jail. Fortunately, I was getting a bit numb from the cold so the water wasn't intolerable. I was also in my element as I could swim like a fish. I quickly ducked under water, discerned which way the long-shore current was moving and swam in that direction. I timed my surfacing for air with the waves so that every time my head surfaced, I was behind a wall of water and unseen from the beach. It didn't take long before I was far enough down the beach that I could remain above and assess my situation. I realized my best bet was to swim to a nearby pier and use the pilings as cover until I could work my way back to my clothes. Unfortunately, I was about half a mile down the beach by the time I reached the pier. However, I worked my plan quite easily. Once I was able to get out of the water, I was shivering quite a bit. At least I was out of the cold water. However, the air temp wasn't the best for a naked, soaking-wet teenager. Remember, I didn't have any hair on my body, and my sparse pubic hair offered no protection from the wind. I used the pier as cover to make it to the side of the boardwalk. Using the shadow of the boardwalk, I inched my way back to my clothes. It took me almost an hour to make it unseen only to find that the police had confiscated everyone's clothes. When I caught up to my friends later, they told me that the cops did confiscate their clothes and took them to the police station still naked. However, I will get to their experiences later. Back to my predicament. I was still shivering, but I wasn't too cold to figure out that all I had to do was to make it a few miles north to our house and I would be okay. But how to get there?! Realizing that I couldn't stay where I was, I started north toward my house. I used the beach rental kiosks and piles of chairs, etc. to give me some cover. I am sure I was spotted by a few beach goers, but nobody gave me any issue. After what seemed like another hour or so, I made it toward the convergence between the touristy areas and into the housing neighborhood. Just as I was getting closer to the housing area (and to where there was significantly less lighting that I had to avoid) all hell broke loose. About a dozen police cars suddenly appeared, dispersing several agitated policemen. To my mind, I figured they were after me, either as a person eluding arrest with my friends, or as a naked pervert who was plundering the beach. Either way, I was panicking to avoid capture and didn't wait to find out what was going on. I quickly ducked under the boardwalk and hid until the group dispersed into search groups. Seeing a window of escape, I made a dash for the neighborhood adjacent to the tourist area. I heard a bunch of yelling but didn't wait to find out what the subject was. I did have the thought of the police watching my pasty white tush making a sprint up the beach. I made it to a street which made my progress a bit easier not having to run in the loose sand. Just as I rounded a corner I noticed a patrol car with an active spot light coming right at me. I made it to an alley which had another car passing the other end. Just before their spot light shown on me, I ducked behind some trash cans standing by a tall privacy fence. As soon as the light passed by, I climbed on the cans and climbed the fence. I was hoping to hide in the person's back yard until the police moved on. Quietly as I could, I climbed onto the trashcans and jumped to grasp the top of the fence. I maneuvered my body over the fence and was holding onto the top to slowly let myself down. Just as I had my hands on the top, and my feet pushing my body away from the fence (Think of a sprinter lined up at the starting line, but at a ninety-degree, vertical angle) I heard a voice say "Well, hello there!" I looked over my left shoulder to see a man soaking in a hot tub. I realized that in my position, I was sticking my ass out and giving him a direct line not only between my legs, but right up my ass. I was horrified, for not only being caught naked, but having shown the most private parts of my body to this man. My predicament caused me to freeze in confusion and I just hung there for a minute or two. My first decision was to climb back up the fence but I wasn't able to lift myself as my arms were too weary. Unfortunately, that just left me in my exposed position and gave the man an unfettered line of sight right up my ass. I am sure he got many eyefuls of my pink rosebud while I struggled in my thoughts and actions. "Get down from there before you break my fence!" He yelled, but with a semi-amused tone. I slowly lowered my legs and dropped from the fence onto his back yard. I was now in his yard and as I slowly turned around, my eyes quickly scanned the yard for an exit. Well, don't just stand there shivering, come over here!" In a daze from the cold and having no other options, I slowly made my way to the man in the hot tub. Hot tubs were just becoming known in the east coast at this time, so I was somewhat curious as to what they were. I could see the steam coming off the surface of the contained water and could really use a dip to warm up my very cold, skinny body. The thought of jumping into the hot tub crossed my mind a hundred times in the 20-foot walk to the man. I stood there with clutching my arms to my chest as I approached the voice. I was shivering again and I am sure my lips were an azure shade of blue. The man asked if I as in some sort of trouble. He actually had a bit of concern and I tried to tell him my situation, but just jabbered about not wanting a police record. I stood there dumbfounded. He took the opportunity to study the front of my shivering body. I didn't have the biggest cock and balls in the best of circumstances, but I was freezing and naked, so my small balls were fully retracted into my body. I stood there with the nub of my cocklet sticking out from my skin and bones body. If I didn't have a circumcised head that was a different color from my pale white skin, from a distance, you couldn't tell if I was a male or a female with tiny tits. My thin, blonde pubic hair wouldn't register unless you were staring right at me, much like this gentleman was doing. He chuckled and invited me to join him in the tub before I froze my pecker off. I was legitimately freezing to death so I accepted his invitation. The water was hot, and my toes, feet and legs were both numb and tingling as I entered the tub. I wanted to hurry up and cover my naked body with the water, but it was just too hot. Again, I gave the man a great show as I tried to adjust to the hot water submerse myself. My cocklet was only a foot or two from the man's face as I struggled to get into the water. The man did not try to hide his visual inspection of my body as moved painfully slowly to join him in the tub. Once I was finally in the tub, and starting to warm up the man interrogated me as to why I was in his back yard, naked. I was too scared to come up with a story, so I told him the truth; that my friends and I went skinny dipping but they were apprehended and I was trying to get back to my house before the police caught me too. Realizing that I wasn't in mortal danger, and thinking my predicament quite humorous, the man introduced himself and told me to stay in the tub until I was warm. I thanked him and closed my eyes and relaxed a bit. I hadn't realized just how tired I was after being so cold and scared for that long a period. I was just about to doze off when the man, his name was John, got out of the hot tub. It was then I realized he was as naked as I was. He went into his house and returned with a beer, a towel (for me) and a coke. Handing me the coke, he then returned to soaking in the tub. I took that time to give him a nice visual inspection. He was about 55 or 60 years old, of stocky build with nicely muscled legs. He also had a healthy, uncut cock floating over some nicely shaped, low hanging balls as he walked. His balls were huge compared to mine--even on my good days. He had a nice balance of hair that plastered his belly, legs and ass. He was very easy on the eyes and I took the time to enjoy looking at his body. He was one of those rare individuals that had the right balance of good living, exercise and body hair to make a perfect ensemble. Once he was back in the hot tub, we chatted a bit about teenage pranks and how much fun it is to be young. I was just happy to be warm again, and covered by the water to some extent. The soda was really helping me as well. I also took the time to mentally record my inspection of his body as he nonchalantly walked back to the tub, au naturel. Between the warmth of the hot tub, and the probability of being caught by the police not imminent, I was starting to really relax. I let my legs float a bit in the tub. I didn't realize what I was doing, but when my legs floated up, they gently caressed his legs. With the bubbling of the water, I didn't register the body contact. I guess he took that as a signal and he reached his hands down and started to rub my feet and calves. My body registered that feeling with welcome. If you don't know how good this feels, you need a nice hot tub experience. I was in heaven!! He let his hands work their way to my inner tights and eventually to my ass. He gently kneaded my butt cheeks which were now hanging off the seat as my body floated in the tub. My senses being dulled by the warm water, I only partially realized what was going on. Half of me was allowing him to fondle my body and half of me was in a stupor from being warm after being cold for so long. Soon, John moved a bit closer and entwined his legs with mine. He hands were now massaging my balls, who finally made an appearance after my body warmed up. He moved one of his hands to manipulate my rock-hard cock to the point that I almost came in the water. I didn't even know my cock was hard until his hands took control of it In my stupor I gradually realized something else--hot tubs make me really horny!! My half-working brain struggled to integrate the new sensations coming from John's caressing of my legs and genitals as I also wished for him to hurry and do more! I guess this is the feeling of being romanced, as the more John caressed my body, the more I wanted him to caress me! In fact, I was getting frustrated that he was going so slow!! I can't describe the feeling with clarity, but I can still remember how I was literally butter in his hands. That and I had never anticipated or longed for an orgasm with as much need before! I was literally on a mental plane I had never experienced before. Before I knew what was happening, I felt John's penis at the entrance of my ass. I hadn't even noticed that he had maneuvered my body right onto his. He expertly guided my body onto his erect penis and slowly lowered my until I was impaled completely. How did he manage to enter me with so little pain, even with very little preparation?! I was cognizant enough to realize what was happening, I was being fucked by this man!! However, I was so stuporous from being warmed from a freezing state, and entranced by being seduced in this hot tub that I was almost encouraging my rape. At this point, I was just a vessel for his carnal desires. His large hands grasped my body just under my arms and he lifted and lowered me on his penis. My legs floated about uselessly and the only points my body was contacted were the inner ring of my anus and my arm pits. Since my body had acclimated to the water temperature, I couldn't really feel the water on my skin anymore. That meant that the only sensations I was receiving were John's hands on my upper body, and his penis entering my rectum. This very specific sensory stimulation focused all my attention to my ass which felt like it was being excited by John's cock. Being so hypervigilant to how my anus was being stimulated almost caused me to cum into the tub water. This without me touching myself, or having my prostate massaged! I have no idea how long I was in this sensory high, but I would have let it continue forever. Unfortunately, John stood up--with me still impaled on his penis--and spun our entwined bodies around until my knees were on the seat his ass had just vacated. My chest was on the wall of the tub as John continued to take pleasure in my ass. He moved his hands from my armpits to my thin waist as he continued to piston in and out of my body. Water currents gently washed across my balls as he continued to fuck me. I looked out onto his yard as he took me from behind. All good things must end, and soon John was shooting his seed up my ass. I just knelt there basking in the warmth of the hot tub and listening to John grunt as he came in multiple spurts into my body. I remember thinking that the evening had turned out quite nicely. I had a quick moment of wonder as to how my compatriots were faring, but only long enough to relax to the point that I shot my own load into the hot tub! I would have let John fuck me all night if he wanted. I was enjoying him being in me and wanted to relish the moment. Too soon, John removed his penis from my rectum and gave me a playful slap on my right butt cheek as he reminisced about his luck in renting this house. Renting?! This was his first night of a month-long rental. He was a writer and wanted to write by the beach. This was the perfect time of year as it was nice, but not yet crowded. He laughed as he said he could never play the lottery because he used up his luck when I toppled over the fence. He knew he was going to fuck that tight-looking hole as it stared him in the face while I was stuck on the fence. I was thinking that I couldn't be that easy, could I? Between the heat of the water, and the heat of the sex, we both decided (I begrudgingly) we had had enough. John got out of the tub and dried himself off. I looked at his still tumescent cock swing back and forth as he dried his body. His cockhead was only half-covered by his foreskin and I could see it had a nice healthy pink hue to it. I also imagined how his piss slit would open up as he shot his semen into me. John took his time and allowed me to ogle the instrument of my breeding. After I was sated in looking at his penis, I realized I was HOT. John handed me a towel as I exited the tub, and I dried off as well. The cool air woke me up a bit from my post coital stupor. Still naked, we put a cover on the tub and walked into his house. As we walked into the house, I took the opportunity to appraise John's body. He was a very handsome man, and I was glad to have submitted to him. He had nice, smooth skin with just the right amount of hair--not enough to be a bear, but not bald either. In fact, the hair on his legs, belly and chest made him look even more masculine and handsome. He had a nice light-brown bush of hair that accentuated his cock and balls. He walked with the assurance of a man who had just sown his seed. I was fortunate to have dropped into his yard tonight. When we entered the house, John donned a robe as he gave my body another assessment. I didn't just stand there, but I did allow him to take his time and ogle me. I should have been embarrassed to be so naked in front of him, especially after he had just taken his pleasure with my body, but I felt a closeness that carrying someone semen can provide. I was also quite contented, both from the hot tub, and the sex. He gently fondled my nipples, rubbed my belly and even gave my cock and balls a nice going over. When he had had his fill of my body, he walked back to his bedroom and returned with a t-shirt and gym shorts. They were big on me, but at least I would have something to cover my body as I walked home. John said he would drive me home, but he had been drinking and his car was in the shop. There was no car in the drive way so he was probably telling the truth. I was only a mile or two away from my parent's house, so I decided to go ahead and walk it home. I put on the clothes and said my goodbyes. The warmth from the hot tub kept me warm for a while, but about half a mile down the road I started to get cold again. I wasn't shivering like before, but I wasn't too comfortable either. I decided to hitch hike and see if I could get a ride for the next mile or so. Hitching wasn't that easy having to use one hand to hold up the jogging shorts, but I managed to flag down a ride. There were not many cars on the road, but soon a Mack truck stopped and a grisly old man (I say old, but he was probably 45 or so) said to hop on in. Being cold, I jumped in. I was barefoot, had on John's oversized clothes and looked like a runaway, but the man didn't seem to notice. We started down the road, when he asked if I want? to catch a buzz. I wanted to decline, but feared that I really didn't have a choice, so assented. As he drove, I studied the man. He was just a little taller than I was--based upon seeing eye to eye with him as we sat. He was much heavier-set though. If I had to hazard a guess, I would say he was about 5-8, maybe 190 lbs. He had a 5-O'clock shadow and dark black hair. He wasn't bad looking, but not really my type--as much as I had one at that age. He did have a nice smile and his round face seemed energized when he laughed. We pulled into a parking lot to a specialty bookstore that was closed. The man introduced himself as Larry, as he lit up a joint After taking a hit, he passed it to me and as I reached for it, my shorts dropped just enough that Larry caught I was bare underneath. He asked what I was doing out, and I made the mistake of telling him about skinny dipping, the cops showing up, eluding arrest and taking the clothes from some guy as I tried to get home. The story seemed to get his interest and he reached out and lifted my t-shirt over my head. I was naked from the waist up, but that changed quickly. Before I could react, he reached down and swiped my shorts down to my ankles. I struggled to get my hands free from my t-shirt as Larry sat back, took a hit off the joint and complimented me on my fine body. He handed me the joint, and told me to take a hit. As I did, Larry reached down and removed my shorts, so I was sitting there totally naked while he admired my body. I didn't like being naked like that, but the pot started to kick in and alleviate my angst. Just then, I heard some rustling from behind me as a shirtless trucker emerged from the sleeping section behind the cab. I hadn't realized there was another person there and tried to had the joint back to Larry to cover myself. The second guy was much older, and had mostly gray hair on his balding pate. Like Larry, he had a day's worth of hair growth on his face, which made him look even older. His body was covered in salt & pepper hair that was more salt than pepper. He had a similar build to Larry, but much heavier and older. Larry laughed and said hello to the emerging bear of a man. The new man gave me a double take, looked inquisitively at Larry and then at my exposed cock and balls resting on the seat. He wore only a pair of boxer shorts that left little to the imagination as he waddled out of the back. He chortled about missing the party as he moved out and sat on the outside of me. I was now in-between the two men and thus trapped there with them. The new man took the joint from me and took a hit off it. He put a calloused hand on my shoulder as he did so which made me feel even more uncomfortable--read afraid. Larry reached over and took my t-shirt so that I was totally naked between two large men. He told the other man that we had just stopped to party a bit before heading north on 13. I was speechless as I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. Unlike my experience with John, I didn't want to be naked in this truck with two truckers. The second man handed the joint back to me and I handed it to Larry without hitting it. He then placed his second calloused hand right on my belly and gave me a playful jostle. He then looked at my cock and balls and proceeded to fondle me. In spite of my trepidation, my cock immediately woke up and began to stand at attention. This amused the second man to no end. His hands were rough, and so chubby that they dwarfed my genitals. I just sat there as the man molested me. Larry handed me the joint and told me to take a hit. Being scared, I did as instructed, while Larry ran his just as rough hands down my chest. Even though the weed was good at calming me, I was still too scared to muster any kind of defense or even try to get out of the truck and run home. I just sat there and let the two men enjoy my body. Wanting to free my genitals from so much attention, I handed the joint to the second man. He took the joint, but with the hand that was on my shoulder and took a deep drag his other hand massaged my balls. Larry then proceeded to massage my hard cock and lick my ear. I was paralyzed with fear and the beginning of lust. I was soon moved to the sleeping area. As I was manipulated into the sleeping compartment, every inch of my body was explored by the two men. It didn't take long for them to realize that they would not be popping my cherry tonight. After the two men had thoroughly explored my naked body, there was little I could hide. This embarrassed me more than being naked and fondled. They had a good laugh about the pussy boy Larry had picked up. I just had to endure the teasing and molestations. Larry got into the back with me and started unbuckling his pants. I knew where this was going and wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. Once his cock was out, I jumped on it hoping for a quick resolution. He was of Italian descent, so he had that Mediterranean olive skin, lots of hair and a HUGE uncut cock. As much as I wanted to hurry, I had trouble taking his cock into my mouth. He also had a heavy, musky scent from driving all day that wasn't too unpleasant, but not expected. I was on my side trying to accommodate his large cock when Larry quickly jumped on top of me and spun me on my back. Now, his cock inserted not only into my mouth, but down my throat. If I was having trouble before, I was choking on a huge sausage now!! I tried to breathe through my nose, but his heavy balls covered my face. He had testes the size of tennis balls! I thought I was going to die right there. Fortunately, Larry withdrew his cock, lifting his balls from my nose and allowed me to breathe. I had to breathe quickly as he soon reinserted his phallus down my throat. My struggle to breathe kept me from noticing that Larry had grabbed my legs and held them over my head. He had each of my feet to his sides and under his shoulders as he face-fucked me. Too late, I realized that this position left my ass not only open and exposed to the men's gaze, but in a perfect position to the other man to enter me. And enter me he did. While I was being held with my ass looking at the older man, I felt a rough hand tug on my balls and situate my ass to the perfect angle for penetration. I was still too busy trying to breathe, so I had to allow the trucker to manhandle me as he wished. Soon, I was lined up for his approached which was quick in coming. I have no idea how large he was, but he was at least twice the size of John. He had lubed up his cock, but even that combined with John's semen was not enough to help me accommodate the intrusion. Even with Larry's stout legs around my head, I heard the other man talk about how tight my hole was. I believe him, as I felt like he was splitting me in half. I would have screamed, but the cock in my mouth prevented me. I had to focus on breathing whenever Larry pulled his cock out, but I struggled to focus on my breathing every time the cock went in and out of my ass. After what seemed like hours of having a baseball bat shoved in and out of my ass, the older man stiffened and shot his load up my ass. He must have gushed a gallon, as I could feel cum dripping out my ass and down (up?) my ass crack. As he finished pumping into my guts, he pulled out his cock and I felt even more cum run up my back. Larry removed his cock from my throat and let go of my legs. I rolled over to my belly, coughing and trying to catch my breath. I had just managed to lift up onto my elbows when I felt Larry's cock enter my ass. I was on my belly, with my legs hanging down from the sleeper mattress and Larry was standing between the front seats as he pounded my loosened ass with his large penis. Fortunately, he didn't hurt as much as the other man. Curious, I looked over to him as he wiped his penis off with the jogging shorts John have given me. His cock was even bigger than Larry's! It must have been at least 8 inches, and 3 inches in diameter. No wonder I thought he was splitting my body open with his cock!! The older man seemed to enjoy me staring at his massive cock and took his time cleaning himself off. He walked near me, and fearing he wanted me to blow him, I turned away. Fortunately, Larry didn't last long and shot his load up my ass with little fanfare. He extricated himself from my backside, gave me a hard slap on my right butt cheek and told me to get out. I was still suffering from oxygen deprivation and had a hard time understanding what was expected of me. Whack!! A much harder slap to my butt ensued that brought me to the present without any hesitation. I spun over, now giving both men a total view of my cock and balls as I tried to move my ass away from the offending hand. My cock wasn't the least bit hard as it flopped about. I moved to get away from the men and they let me move to the front of the cab. I was told to make sure I didn't leave a slime trail as I left the truck. When my bare feet touched the cold asphalt I began to realize where I was. I was hit in the back of my head with the t-shirt and soiled shorts as the truck engine started up. I held onto the truck running board until the truck moved to the parking lot exit. I hopped off and started running up the road toward my house. I didn't even bother to put on the clothes. As the truckers drove off, I stopped for a second to don the shirt. I was cold, and my ass really, really hurt. I was walking funny, and I was naked from the waist down?Donald Duck style. I didn't care. All I wanted was to get home. As I walked toward my house, I could tell my ass was having a hard time closing up as cum was dripping out and running down between my legs. I wiped what I could with the shorts, but after a while, I just let it flow. Fortunately, there was very little traffic and I managed to make it to my house relatively unscathed. I had a few stone bruises from walking barefoot, and even managed to step on a thorn or two as I made my way to the side yard. I realized my house keys were with my clothes, but I had been breaking into this house since I was 10, and knew just how to get in. I had left a window open to help air out the house before I left. One of the windows I left open had loose screens on it and I knew how to manipulate them open so I could climb in. Once inside, I ran to the bathroom to expel the truckers? semen from my colon. Once that was done, I soaked in the shower for an hour. Satisfied that the truckers scent and stench was off, I exited the shower, dried off and went to my room to put on some warm clothes. My ass still hurt, but the hot water helped. Just about this time, my friends drove up to the house. They were pissed when they saw me!! They were glad I didn't drown, but were pissed that I didn't answer the phone and help them out. I didn't know what I could do?I didn't have a driver's license so I couldn't have bailed them out if I had been home. They told me that the policemen arrested them, took them to the station naked. They wanted there to be no question as to the state of undress when they were arrested. Once they were paraded about the station they were put into a holding cell, still naked. About that time, a B&E, with shots fired came over the radio and all hell broke loose at the station. They were left, still naked, for hours until the police returned to the station with the suspects. My friends had been forgotten in the excitement. Once the cops remembered them, they brought them their clothes, including mine, and told to get dressed. They were not able to get my clothes, but one of my friends remembered my house keys and wallet. They were escorted to their car and told to go home. I sat there and listened to their story. I tried not to fidget, but my ass was so sore from the trucker rape I wound up just standing up. When they had told their story, I was asked how my night progressed. I told them that I swam down to the pier, but by the time I worked my way back to where my clothes should have been, they were gone. I then told them about the excitement at the end of the boardwalk, my frantic sprint down the beach and through multiple alleys. I said the only way I got away was to hide out in an abandoned yard until I saw a break in the search. I explained that I thought the manhunt was for me; either because I was reported running up the beach au naturel, or because I had eluded them in the initial arrest. My friends told me the cops never knew I was there. They piled up the clothes, so there was no head count. The man hunt was for the fugitives that they were happy I didn't run into. With all the issues I had, I am glad dealing with gun-toting robbers wasn't one of them. My friends each got some beers and started talking about their arrest. It wasn't on the books, so they were cocksure about themselves. I was exhausted from the cold, the trauma of making my way back home naked, and the rapes. I excused myself and said that being naked in the cold water and air had exhausted me. My friends would have razzed me, but my voice was sounding like Brenda Vaccaro's so they let me go. I went to my room, lay in the bed and stared up at the ceiling. What a night!! I can't believe I took the two trucker's cocks up my ass. MY throat was still sore from Larry face fucking me. I was glad I was alive, but everything on me hurt. Fortunately, I fell asleep thinking of how I could maneuver myself back into John's hot tub before his rental expired.