Date: Mon, 4 Apr 2011 15:35:50 -0400
From: A N
Subject: On The Beach, Part 6

ON THE BEACH - PART 6
By Nude Beach Fan


I woke up in a tangle of naked men. I laid there with a goofy grin on my
face and a cock in each hand. Soon I felt a hand on mine, and realized that
everyone was awake. "I hate to break this up, but shouldn't we get going if
we're going to get a good parking spot at the beach?" Skeet answered,
"Yeah, we probably should get started. I'm taking you guys to a different
beach today, where we can have a little more privacy."

We all got out of bed and hit the showers, Rod and I together this time. I
could have rubbed lather over his body all day, but the guys were waiting
so we toweled off and went downstairs to get our new suits. We passed Skeet
on the stairs, already in his loincloth. Jack was in the hall pulling his
suit up as we came in to get ours. "Hurry up, you guys, the beach is
calling" We slipped into our suits, and I kissed Rod again. "I really love
the suit you bought me," I whispered as he held me in his arms. Then I
chased him back upstairs and we threw on shorts and tees. Jack had already
packed a cooler and a bag with towels, etc. So we went out to the garage
and piled into Skeet's old beater. We let him park that hunk of junk in the
garage because the convertible top was broken and wouldn't go back
up. Fortunately it still runs pretty well, and is very fun on a nice day.

We grabbed breakfast at the fast food place right before getting on the
highway. The two hour drive went by quickly, and Skeet eventually turned
down this dirt road surrounded by trees. "How'd you find this place?" Jack
asked. "A buddy used to throw parties out here a few years back. The cops
never caught us." The path wandered through the woods, and eventually
opened up to a small parking area. As we got out of the car, I noted that
we were the only ones here. Skeet led the way, following a little path. At
the edge of the woods, wooden stairs led down to the sand. I looked at this
beautiful secluded beach, and said "I want to go skinny dipping" "Not
here," said Skeet, "other people are bound to show up soon. But there is a
secluded spot a little way down the beach..." We followed his lead, and
soon came to a spot he had in mind. It looked like a big bite had been
taken out of the shore and a small lagoon was left in its place. A wide
strip of sand shaped like a horseshoe separated the water from the
woods. We stopped as soon as we were out of site of the main beach and laid
out our sheets and towels. "You guys ready for a swim?" I asked. They were,
so we took off our street clothes, revealing our new suits. I admired them
again, but still thought that Rod's suit wasn't as daring as the others. We
started rough-housing a bit on the way to the water, and ended up throwing
Skeet in. Rod and Jack looked like they were going to throw me in next, so
I ran into the water as they chased me. It was colder than I like, but not
uncomfortable. We splashed around for a while, then Skeet whispered to me
"Check out Rod's suit when we get out." I was confused, but Skeet just
smiled and dove under the water again. A little more splashing around and
we decided to get out for a while. As we headed to shore, I quickly saw
what Skeet was talking about. Rod's suit had become obscenely transparent
when wet! I almost fell over when I saw it. Rod laughed at me, assuming I
was just clumsy. We went back to lay in the sun, and ended up laying side
by side on our stomachs. I reached down and grabbed a buttcheek on each
side of me. Soon I felt hands on my ass as well. We dozed that way for
maybe an hour, when Rod whispered that we should go skinny-dipping. I had a
feeling that Jack wasn't going to go for it, so I came up with a
plan. "Cmon guys, let's play some Frisbee" We tossed it around for a while,
and then I said "Let's make this interesting. If you miss, you have to take
off your suit. Or are you chicken?" Well, nobody was going to back out
now...

Skeet was the first to lose, dropping what should have been an easy
catch. He pulled off his loincloth and threw it over with our stuff. I kept
throwing to him anyway, just to see that big cock bounce as he ran for the
catch. Well, I dropped the Frisbee next because I was being cocky and
trying to show off. At least I wasn't first, I thought as I dropped my
pants. It felt great to be nude though. I knew I was in better shape than
last summer, and nicely tanned too. I threw to Jack, who had to run and
leap to catch it, but as he came down he stumbled and dropped it. So, now
we just had to get Rod to miss a catch and we could go swimming. I started
swinging my dick back and forth, which distracted him enough that the
Frisbee hit him in the chest before falling to the sand. He yanked his suit
off and charged towards me. I laughed and ran for the water. He caught up
with me when I was about knee-deep, and tackled me. We came up for air and
started kissing. "I'm gonna punish you for that dirty trick when we get
home" he said, smiling with a glint in his eye. Jack spotted some people
walking down the beach towards us, so the four of us swam out to the point
where we could barely touch bottom and waited for them to pass. While we
were waiting, I thought of a trick to play. So I made the guys stand in
line with their feet far apart, making a tunnel between their legs. "I bet
I can swim between your legs without touching anyone" "Prove it" So, I took
a deep breath and went underwater. As I swam between their legs, I expelled
all the air in my lungs, so the bubbles would hit their balls and
cocks. The guys thought it felt cool, so we all took turns "bubbling" each
other. We forgot all about the people on the beach. We discovered that it
worked even better one-on-one, so we paired up and played this way for a
while. Finally, I was getting cold and we decided to go back in. As we
headed for shore, Jack said, "I'm glad those people didn't catch us playing
Frisbee." We laughed about that, until we got to shore and Rod said,
"Where's our stuff?" My heart skipped a beat as I looked around - no suits,
no clothes, no towels. Just the (empty) cooler. I panicked. "Those people
took our stuff! How are we going to explain this? We're stranded hours from
home with no clothes, no cell phones, and no way to get back!!"