Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2016 19:54:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: simon peter <simon23232@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Nudist Beach

Dear Reader

This story, like many of my other stories, has elements that are based on
real personal experiences. However, the names and places are all
fictitious.

If you feel like sending me a comment, negative or positive, please do so:
simon23232@yahoo.com

I would love to read your comments and suggestions.

Also, very importantly, please donate to keep nifty going. Thanks.

Simon


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.