The summer after my seventeenth birthday, and after all those hot times in the shower with Mike, my parents decided the family (the parents, me, and my fifteen-year-old sister) would have a resort holiday together. They figured it was likely the last time we’d do that since I’d be eighteen by next year and have other interests (how true)! We had fine rooms in a nice beachfront all-inclusive hotel, and we actually had a great time.
After a couple of days, we established a routine: after lunch, the parents would retire to their room for a ‘rest’, my sister gathered with a group of other girls she’d met up with by the pool and giggled at boys, and I took off for long walks on the beach by myself. I had thought to spend some time reading in my room but it only took ten minutes of listening to my parents ‘resting’ in the next room and I bailed on that idea. I know we all realise our parents must have had sex sometime, but really, not something I wanted to think about! So I put on my swim shorts, grabbed a towel and bottle of water in a small backpack and I was off to explore.
The first day, as it happened, I turned right along the beach and had an enjoyable walk of two or three miles, had a swim, and just hung out watching the world go by, especially the guys in nice tight swimsuits.
The next day I turned left, and that was a very different afternoon. After a mile or so, I reached the end of the large bay our beach was on, but there were a series of other smaller beaches beyond so I scrambled over some rocks and wandered on— until I realised that all the people around me were naked. I did vaguely think I saw a sign posted a way back, maybe said something about clothing optional beach? But this didn’t look very optional; everyone—men and women—were hanging out doing beach kind of things totally nude.
After a moment, I realised I was the odd one out here, and feeling very self-conscious, I slipped my shorts off and stuffed them in my backpack. I don’t know what reaction I expected, but no one took any notice, at least as far as I could see. It actually felt really great to be naked around other people in a non-sexual way (at least for now), though I did worry about getting aroused, and thinking about that, I did feel a stiffening of my cock but I managed to push the thought back down and walked on admiring the scenery.
After another five minutes, there was another outcrop of rocks to clamber over, and then things got much more interesting, because the next bay was clearly the gay part of town, with naked guys of all ages hanging out, and in some cases cuddled up together or chasing each other in the surf. My eyes feasted on bronzed buttocks, sweating abs, tight thighs and of course, all those cocks, Where the ‘family’ nude beach was very much not sexual, this part was a different mood altogether. These were all guys sexually attracted to other guys, and that attraction was visible in more than one swollen-looking cock. Things between my legs started to feel heavy, if you know what I mean, and I quickly found a spot to lay out my towel and backpack and headed for the water to cool off.
I found that I loved swimming naked. The feel of the water flowing over my skin and especially over my ass and between my legs was magical, and it took a while for the cold water to cool my cock enough to venture back into the sun. As I walked back towards my towel, trying not to look as if I were ogling all the guys around, I noticed a guy had set his towel close to mine. At first I was irritated, but my irritation turned to interest as I got closer. He looked about twenty-five, had dark hair, broad shoulders, a flat belly and was, frankly, gorgeous. He was sitting leaning back on his elbows, legs apart and his very nice cock hanging down over his balls, the way it does when it just starts to get thick and heavy. I glanced up, embarrassed to be checking out his cock, but he was wearing dark glasses, so I had no idea where his gaze was turned. As I got within a few feet, he smiled up at me, speaking in a low voice clearly intended for just the two of us:
‘Sorry to move in one you like this, but this way we look like a couple, and all the bozos will leave us alone. Otherwise, they’d be after your ass like bees and honey’.
I turned and, true enough, two older guys were close behind, having seemingly followed me from the water. As I glanced back, they both drifted off in other directions, and I smiled back at my new friend.
‘So I see, thanks!’
After that, we chatted back and forth for a while, and I took every opportunity to feast on the view a couple of feet away. He told me he was there on holiday with a friend (I gather a ‘friend with benefits’ which was different from a ‘boyfriend’). Anyway, it seemed the two of them had been to a restaurant in town the day before, and the friend – Charlie – had the hots for a waiter they met.
‘The guy was hot, for sure, with spray-tight jeans and a neat little ass – Charlie was determined to fuck him, and I figured I’d leave them to it and hangout on the beach for the day. And look what happened, I got lucky and met you, with no jeans at all and an even better ass!’
By now I had to turn over to conceal my growing cock, and was rewarded when I heard him say softly:
‘It is a pretty ass. Don’t let it get burned now’.
I realised amongst my erotic fog that my ass was indeed likely to burn, given it was until today always covered in a swim suit, and as soon as the thought took hold, I could feel the beginnings of a burn.
‘You like me to take care of that for you?’ His voice had a definite chuckle, he was enjoying this, but then, so was I.
‘Uhm, sure, if you have any sunscreen I could use?’
There was movement beside me, and the next thing I knew a warm hard was rubbing sunscreen into my ass, a feeling that took me straight back to the prefect Roberts soothing – and arousing – my sore butt after I was beaten at school over a year ago. A moment later my mind was very much back in the now, I was laying naked on a beach in full view of a dozen or more naked guys, having my ass massaged, and Oh Fuck, fingered down in my crack in just the way that turned me senseless with lust. Instinct kicked in, knees bent, ass raised, I spread myself for his touch, feeling my cock hard against the rough towel I moaned and gasped when he slid two fingers deep into me.
His free hand slid under my belly and wrapped its sunscreen lubed self around my cock.
‘I don’t suppose you have an hour or two to spare so I could drag you over the road to my apartment and fuck your brains out?’ he whispered.
And I was so ready, after all the months of rimming and sucking and kissing and groping with fellow school boys, I was ready for this adult man to have my ass and my virginity and anything else he wanted. The thought was there, the reply almost spoken when his mention of ‘an hour or two’ made me realise the time.
‘God,’ I managed, ‘I’d fucking love to, but I’ve got to go soon – I’m expected at the hotel in an hour and it’s a good two miles.’
‘Shame’, he said, we’d best do what we can with the time we have…’
I groaned with pleasure as he worked my cock with his slick, lubed hand while forcing his fingers deep into my ass.
‘Oh fuck, yes’ I cried, ‘Don’t stop, please, fuuuck…!’ as I humped and jerked over his fist, and within seconds came hard, spraying jet after jet of cum into the hotel’s no longer pristine towel
Gasping for breath, I reached down and spread cum over my right hand, stretched under my belly and found what I was hunting for – his stiff cock hard against my left thigh. I grabbed it and was rewarded by a grunt of surprise.
‘You… don’t… have… to… do… that…’ he managed, then, ‘Fuck, I’m going to cum right now…’
And he did, adding his own copious cum to the mess we were both lying in.
Panting, we lay there for a few minutes, gathering our breath and what wits we could find.
‘We’d best get you cleaned up in the sea and on your way’ he said. And he kissed me hard and hot.
‘You here tomorrow?’ he asked.
‘I will if I can – don’t know of I can get away though. If I do I might take you up on the ‘fuck my brains out’ offer’.
He grinned at that, dug a piece of paper and pen out of his bag and scribbled a quick note he handed to me.
‘Beach Boy Dave’, he wrote, and a London phone number.
‘If not tomorrow, look me up sometime if you feel like it – I’d like to keep in touch.’
So we both jumped into the sea, not too many people noticing the cum dipping from our cocks, and after a dose of cold water and a quick kiss, I grabbed my things and headed back as a fast pace.
When I reached the hotel, I had the whit to leave my soiled towel with the used pool towels for the laundry, and managed a five minute shower and be just about in time to meet the family for the evening.
And no, Dad had a car booked for the next day for a trip into the hills, and it was years before I again got to strip off on the nude beach with a friend, though that time we did fuck! A couple of days later, we were back home, with the hot beach and Dave’s naked body memories to savor and time to think about my last year of school.
