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Chapter 3: The North End, Part II
I rubbed my eyes, just to make sure what I thought I was seeing was actually what I was seeing. Ryan was too far away for me to actually see anything, but the boarder shorts folded neatly on his towel next to me could only mean one thing: He was definitely running up the shore, in my direction, neon frisbee in hand, and he was definitely naked.
Wait, frisbee in hand? I'd left the frisbee in the car. Where'd that come from?
Just then, I heard two loud beeps coming from my phone. I found myself laying flat on my back, still dressed in nothing more than my grey boxer-briefs. But Ryan was nowhere to be found.
Ryan naked? In my dreams. And yep, that's where it had happened.
I rubbed my eyes and looked around. The beach had, in fact, doubled in size. But there wasn't a cute guy in a jockstrap playing in the waves, or a partner taking his photo nearby. I could have sworn they were there earlier -- maybe they were, maybe they were part of my dream -- but I couldn't find anyone who looked lik ethem now.
There were clusters of guys in all various states of dress and undress, but Ryan wasn't among them. In fact, I scanned the shore a few times and didn't see Ryan anywhere. Nor did I find his boarder shorts folded on the towel next to me.
The dream I had of a naked Ryan running toward me left me with a visible hard-on, turning my pouch into a tent. Anyone walking by would have definitely seen what was up, no pun intended.
I grabbed my book, put it back in my bag and went to go flip on my stomach to hide my erection when I heard a voice shout in the not-too-far distance: "Head's up!"
Instinctively, I ducked, forgetting to flip over. The last time someone said that in my direction, I nearly got knocked out by a flying frisbee. After a few seconds, nothing happened. I looked up in time to see a sopping-wet Ryan (still dressed in his boarder shorts) running my way.
"Uhh," I said. "What was that about?"
He laughed. "Just joking around. Get it? Because of yesterday?"
"Oh, heh, I got it," I said, still waking up.
"Did you have a good nap?"
"Yeah, it was alright."
"Well, looks like it was a good one anyway," he said with a giggle. "Nice morning wood!"
Crap. He noticed. I was embarrassed, but I managed to shrug it off. "Yeah, it, um, happens," I said.
"Must've been a good dream," he said, giving me a sideways look with a smile.
"Eh," I said, looking at my boner. "It'll go away. What did you get up to? Why are you so wet?"
"Well, let's see," he said in mock contemplation. "Why am I so wet? Well, we're at the ocean, and I just came back from a swim, so..."
"How's the water?"
"Not bad," he said. He picked up his towel, shook off the sand and started to dry himself off. "It's not super warm, but it's not chilly either. You know how you first get in the water, it's cold, but the more you stay in the water the more your body gets used to it?"
"Yeah," I said as I watched him lay the towel back on the sand. He took a seat next to me.
"Basically that."
"Well, are you going to head back into the water?"
"Nah," he said. "I came up to the surface, saw you were awake...well, more than awake, haha, and decided I'd come over." He placed a hand on my shoulder. "Keep you company."
"Thanks," I said. My cock twitched when his hand touched my skin. I hoped he didn't noticed.
"So, what's up?" he said with a straight face. "I mean," he pointed at my crotch, "aside from the obvious."
I tried to change the subject: "Well, I started reading my book, and I guess I fell asleep, and then my phone woke me up."
As if on cue, my phone beeped again. With the distractions going on since I'd woken up -- the eye candy on the beach, my boner, Ryan towel-drying himself -- I'd forgotten to check my phone.
It was a text message from Dan: "Hey little bro, you've got a surprise waiting for you at home! Haha. Hope you're enjoying the beach!"
"Who is it?" Ryan asked.
"It's my brother," I responded with a sigh.
"Something wrong?"
"Probably not. He likes to screw with me." Honestly, though, Dan's message could not have come at a better time. The thought of what might be waiting for me at home -- no doubt something devious concocted by my older brother, something designed to torment me no doubt -- was killing my boner. I guess I had to be grateful to him for that.
"Ah, I see," Ryan laughed. "What did he do?"
I showed him the text. "Sounds like an older brother to me," Ryan said. "What's the deal with the text before it? The eggplant emojis?"
As two fully-nude 20-something guys walked in front of our towels -- one with a very-visible erection bobbing up and down with each step he took, something I had to divert my eyes away from to keep my own wood from coming back -- I explained to Ryan the conversation Dan and I had in the car on the ride back from the beach the day before, specifically where Dan enlightened me to the fact that the north part of the beach was clothing-optional. I conveniently left out the part where I told Dan about bumping into Ryan, or the part where Dan stopped off at the CVS Pharmacy to buy me condoms and lube. Although that would have probably given Ryan more of an idea as to whom I was dealing with.
"So you'd been coming to this beach your whole life," Ryan said, "and you never wondered what was beyond the rocks on the north end?"
"Nope," I said. "When we came here together as little kids, our parents said it was off-limits. Didn't stop Dan from coming here on his own when he got older, though."
"What stopped you?"
"Nothing really stopped me. When I was little, I just assumed they didn't want us going beyond the rocks so they could keep an eye on us. When I got older, I just stuck to what was familiar. Honestly, I didn't even know there was a beach beyond the rocks until yesterday."
Ryan smiled. "Were you surprised to hear what went on here?"
I nodded. "I'm not sure how it stays a secret. How's all of this even legal anyway?"
"It's not really a secret," Ryan said. "There's websites that tell you where it is. But most people don't bother, probably because the parking is way down shore. And the hike isn't for everyone."
"Yeah, but...how's it legal?" I asked again.
"No law against it," Ryan explained. "It's a federal park. State law doesn't apply here." I'll be honest, I wasn't familiar with the different laws, but I didn't interrupt. "The rangers stick to the main part of the beach south of the rocks. They only come up here when someone complains, and nobody really ever does complain."
"Ah, I see."
"I mean, there's nothing here that people won't see on the main part of the beach. Well, almost nothing," he smiled. "The water's the same. The sand is mostly the. Only difference is the people, for the most part."
"Yeah, I've noticed," I said.
"The hills keep it secluded from the road. The hike keeps most people away. You've got to be in decent shape to want to get down here..."
"I'm not in that good a shape," I interrupted.
"You're not bad!" he said, putting his hand on my shoulder again, making my cock twitch for the second time. "You're not fat, at least. Not that there's anything wrong with being fat...which you're not."
"Not as defined as you!" I said without thinking, instantly regretting the words and hoping I could take them back. I could feel myself going red.
"Haha, well, you'll get there," he said, shrugging off my embarrassment. "Just have to work on it."
"Anyway," he continued, "the guys who hang out around here -- the more you come here, the more you recognize the regulars."
"How often have you been coming here?"
"To the beach? A couple of years. To the north end? My first time was last year."
"How'd that happen?" I asked.
"I parked at the main lot one day last summer. Early morning. It was still overcast, so I decided to go for a run. Running on the beach -- I'm not sure if you've ever tried it, but it's not that fun."
"I've walked on the beach," I said. "Just walking on it isn't fun."
He laughed. "Right. Anyway, I decided to go jogging up the hill. I made it up about a mile up the hill before I saw the dirt path. Curiosity got the better of me and I decided to see what was at the end. When I got to the beach, the clouds had broken up and the sun was out. And I was sweaty, so I decided to take a dip in the water. Then I noticed these two naked guys running on the beach, and thought, woah, I'm not in Kansas anymore!"
Weird time to drop that pop culture reference, but I went along with it. "You weren't freaked out?"
"Nah," he said earnestly. "Nothing much freaks me out. I come from a pretty chill family, and I like the company I keep to be just as open-minded. It didn't take long for me to toss my shorts and go skinny-dipping! Good way to relax from a run!"
"So you've been naked here before?"
"Oh yeah," he said. "A handful of times. Sometimes I strip down, sometimes I don't. Mostly depends on the weather. But yeah, I'm not bashful. Nobody here has anything I haven't seen before or don't have myself!"
"True," I said as I felt my cock twitch again in my boxer-briefs. I felt like it was coming back to life...
Ryan's might have been too. He adjusted himself as he carried on: "I only bring friends here who I think can handle it. When I saw you at the path earlier, I thought maybe you knew what was up."
"I mean, I did," I said. "But I asked Dan to drop me off near the rocks, not over the rocks. Like I said, he likes to screw with me."
"Worked out for me!" Ryan said laughing. I wondered what he meant by that.
"So where are your buddies?" I asked. "Don't they usually come along with you?"
"Not always," Ryan says. "We're here a lot in the summer and spring break and on holiday breaks and stuff, but sometimes I just come out here on my own. Hadn't planned on coming out here today until you texted me last night."
I nodded.
"So, what do you think?" he asked.
"About?"
"About the north end! About..." he made a sweeping motion with his hand "...the sights?"
"It's alright," I said. "I agree with you. Nothing I haven't seen before."
"Well, what do you think?" Ryan asked with a smile. "You want to give it a try?"
"Give what a try?"
"Going naked! It's the perfect day for it! And anyway, it's probably about time to re-apply that sunscreen!"
"Maybe," I said. "Um, do you?"
"I'm always down," Ryan said.
"Well, you..."
"Yeah, yeah, I see where this is going, I'll go first." Ryan stood up on his towel. I couldn't believe this was actually happening! He reached down to the drawstrings of his boarder shorts, tugging at the strings to unknot them, loosing the waistband. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband on either side and lowered his shorts to the ground.
There he was, this amazing, hot guy standing completely naked in front of me. Where his abs, still coming in, ended, a perfect V-shape took place leading down to neatly-trimmed straight blond pubes that offered the faintest sense of youth and sexual maturity. His limp, uncircumcised dick swung between his legs, nestled in-between two low-hanging naturally-hairless balls.
He turned around and bent over to pick up his boarder shorts, in the process giving me a front-row seat to his chiseled butt. Wow, I could have fun with that, I thought. My cock was now semi-hard, the tent starting to rise once again in my boxer-briefs. There would be no way of hiding it this time from Ryan.
"See?" he said after placing the folded boarder shorts on his towel. "Ta da! I told you I wasn't wearing anything underneath them!"
"So you did," I agreed. Ryan tugged on his cock, adjusting himself and making mine tent even harder.
"So, it's your turn!" he remarked. "Um, but..." he added, eyeing the bulge in my boxer-briefs, "...you don't have to right now if you don't want to."
I had one of two choices to make: Either I could join him and expose what was now my rock-hard cock to him and everyone else within eyesight, or I could chicken out now and lose so many cool points with Ryan. Normally I wouldn't care about cool points, but normally I wouldn't be hanging out with a hot stud -- a naked hot stud -- and normally I wouldn't have an erection on the beach and normally I wouldn't be surrounded by a bunch of hot presumably gay dudes. I didn't want to blow this opportunity.
Fuck it, I thought. I leaned back onto my elbows, grabbed the waistband of my boxer-briefs with both hands and lifted them over my butt and down my legs. I reached down to grab them, folded them and placed them in my bag. My five-inch cut erection sprang to life, sticking straight out from my body. I was right. There was no hiding it.
"Nice man!" Ryan said enthusiastically. "How does it feel?"
"A little weird," I replied honestly. "I've never been naked in public."
"It's not really public," Ryan said, adjusting himself again, his balls drawing slightly closer to his body before retreating downward again. "It's the beach!"
"Even still," I said.
"Eh, you'll be fine," he said, his eyes transfixed on my cock. "It'll feel good soon, though it looks like you're already feeling good!"
An embarrassed giggle escaped from my throat. "Thing has a mind of its own," I explained.
"Especially when you're surrounded by hot nude guys who are sporting wood of their own, right?" he laughed. "And especially when you're checking out the hot guy in front of you?"
"What?" I asked.
"Come on, I know,"
"You know what?"
"That you're gay," he replied. "Or at least curious."
He wasn't wrong, but... "What gave you that impression?"
"Aside from your massive erection waving itself at me right now?" He gave me another sideways look with a wide-faced grin. "And the fact that you were checking me out pretty hard yesterday? And just happened to meet me at the nude beach where you figured you had a good chance of seeing me with my clothes off?"
"Hey, that's not entirely true!" I retorted.
"Really?" he asked playfully. "Which part?"
Crap. I walked into that one. "Dan really was screwing with me about the beach."
"So, then, you are gay! And you were checking me out!" He adjusted himself again, though I wondered if that was just an excuse for him to touch his own junk.
I paused, unsure how to respond. He laughed and then sat down on his towel next to me.
"Dude, it's whatever," he said. "I don't care if you're gay. Or checking me out. It's kind of a compliment. Like I said, I come from an open-minded family. It rubs off on me. I mean," he gestured to his body with his hand, "obviously you don't go naked on the beach if you're not a little open-minded."
"Uh huh."
"I'm not gay," he added. My dick started to deflate a little. "I mean, I'm not really sure what I am. I've done stuff with girls before. I've done stuff with guys before. I just like having fun, that's all."
"Okay. You called it, I'm gay. And yeah, you're..." I almost said hot, but caught myself.
"I'm what?" he grinned again.
"You're...right about being open-minded," I said, saving myself. "I like to think I'm the same way. Guess I proved it to myself today."
"Good on you man!" he said, grabbing my shoulder again. He reached over and grabbed his tube of sunscreen. "Shall we?"
"Yeah, probably a good idea," I affirmed.
"I'll go first. Lay on your back," he directed. He squirted a copious amount of sunscreen onto his hands, working it up into a lather.
"Uh, I got this," I said, squeezing some sunscreen into my own hands and working it into a lather. The thought of him touching me, especially so close to my boner -- which was still rock hard, waving in the air -- was enticing. But who knows where it would have led?
"Suit yourself," he said. "I'll get your back though."
"Okay."
I watched as he rubbed himself up and down, his fingers dancing around his pecs and chest, working their way down to his abs and V-shaped lower torso before reaching the top of his pubes. He paused for some more sunscreen, then continued downward, rubbing his left leg and then his right. Last, he focused what remained of the sunscreen to his junk, rubbing his fingers meticuously on each ball, then lightly tracing his foreskin with the lingering oil of the cream. I noticed his cock chub up slightly at the feel of the cool ointment on his dick, his fingers taking good caution to lather up every inch of his shaft and foreskin.
My own dick was throbbing at this point. I worked fast to catch up to Ryan, who was basicaly done with his front and waiting for me to finish up so he could do my back. I hastily applied the sunscreen, then laid down on my stomach, my dick hard as a rock and pressed against my pubes and lower tummy.
"Oof," I replied, trying to adjust myself. "Alright, go for it."
Ryan scooted off his towel and onto mine, kneeling on my left side perpendicular to my body. He rubbed his hands together and started working on my shoulders, massaging the sunscreen lightly into my skin.
My dick throbbed under the weight of my body. It grinded into the towel, and I felt my balls contract. My mind, my body, overstimulated by the feeling of Ryan's soft touch on my back, his fingers tracing the outline of my shoulderblades, his palms working their way into the small of my back.
He paused to re-apply the sunscreen, then he massaged the cool ointment into the back of my legs, working his way up toward my butt. Another application found their way on my hips, his hands working their magic on both sides of me at the same time.
My cock stirred like crazy, the head throbbing, and I felt an amazing rush in my head. I could sense an orgasm was coming, and as rational as it would have been to clear my head and try to calm down, I was reaching the point of no return. The more his hands worked my hips, the more my body shuddered.
His hands moved inward toward each buttcheek. He rubbed them liberally in circles, making my body convulge. I let out a soft moan, then my dick seized and I felt myself shooting one squirt, then two, then three of cum onto my stomach, my dick pulsing with each shot, and a soft moan escaping my throat once again. All in all, I think six or seven shots of cum came out of me -- I lost count.
Did that just happen? Was any of this real? It took me a few seconds to realize Ryan had stopped massaging my butt. I couldn't tell if he just sensed what had happened or if he was just done.
My mind raced. There was certainly no hiding what just happened, though -- at some point I'd have to flip over and the white globs of cum on my dick, my balls, my pubes, my towel would make it pretty obvious what he inspired.
A moment later, I heard the lid on the sunscreen tube click with a close. Still laying on my stomach, I lifted my head in time to see Ryan assume the same position on his own towel.
"There we go! All done, squirt!" he said. "My turn!"
That's the end of Chapter 3! I just want to take a moment to thank everyone who wrote in after Chapters 1 and 2 to say hello and offer feedback and suggestions. Feel free to drop me a line: cullen.dyer@gmail.com -- I'd love to hear from you! (I'm writing this story on my phone and responding to e-mails the same way, so please excuse any delays or typos). Also, this story wouldn't be possible without the Nifty archive, and the archive wouldn't be possible without your support, so if you can, kick them a few bucks to say thanks! What will Chapter 4 bring? Stay tuned...