Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2011 23:16:49 -0800
From: Kris Chrandes <krchr@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gift Repayed 3

Part 3 of 3. Inspired by real events as they say, but it
didn't really happen. This concludes this little story
arc, which I've had in mind for some time and finally got
around to writing. Hope you enjoy.

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Other stories by me:
2011: gay/young-friends/his-brother-likes-feet
      (sorry about the messed up formatting)
2011: gay/beginnings/our-own-island
2011: gay/young-friends/sock-wrestling
2010: gay/young-friends/the-cast
2009: gay/college/2am-at-the-pool
2009: gay/adult-friends/balcony
2008: gay/beginnings/naked-on-film
2007: gay/college/barefoot-in-the-stacks
2007: gay/encounters/airport-feet
2002: gay/young-friends/naked-boy
      (posted under a different name).

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It was a long and boring summer. I worked hard, saved my money, and thought
of Matt. When I went back to school I took a big class load and pushed to
make that my last semester. I was able to work in a few trips to the beach
and even met Matt for a weekend at that same hotel. We became close. When
graduation neared I started the job search. I told my friends and parents
that I was looking all over the country but I stacked the deck in favor of
South Florida. I found a mediocre job near Matt, moved, and started seeing
him regularly. And a few months later I moved in with him and dumped the
lease on my crappy little apartment.

I was completely in love and happy. I'd come out to my parents and friends
-- not that any of them were surprised -- and we sent out cheesy Christmas
cards. And we settled down to grow old together. Until the night Matt didn't
come home. I didn't find out until the next day that he'd been killed a
traffic accident. No outrageous story about a drunk driver or gang shooting.
Simply someone made a mistake and hit him head on.

I went on for a while in our old life but I knew I couldn't keep it up. It
was empty without him. I said goodbye to our house and our friends, and all
of our favorite places, and I moved to Oregon. The fact that I moved as far
as physically possible while staying in the country was not lost on me, but
it felt like the right thing to do. In my isolation I threw myself into work
and found some measure of financial success. I had the good luck to move
there in time for the silicon bubble and while I didn't become a
millionaire, I did well. When the bubble burst I found myself spending more
time hiking and exploring. I'd never really been an adventurer but it was
easy to spend days on trails and see very few people. I was even kind of
back in shape.

I didn't seek love, though I was hardly celibate, and after a while found a
new balance to my life. No longer the teenager who found a mystical
experience getting a naked hug in a park, or the romantic young man waiting
for love to walk up to him on the beach, I sought to enjoy life but hold
myself in reserve.


It'd taken a while for summer to catch hold this year but it was in the
upper 70s and sunny. I headed out for the local nude beach and cruising
spot. It's a beautiful and large park on the river and I know all the trails
well. I got naked as soon as I got past the "Clothing Optional" marker and
headed for my favorite spot. It was a patch of high ground behind a small
copse of trees and high grass. It was private and quiet and I liked being
here whether I got a hook-up or not.

After a brief nap in the sun I decided to take a walk and see who was
around. I strolled the park wearing just a pair of flip-flops, having found
barefoot to be inadvisable because of the occasional thorn. One end of the
beach had the usual collection of young partiers, which I enjoyed as eye
candy but with whom I had nothing in common. Farther down along the rocky
trail were the trolls inexpertly looking for someone to play with. I ignored
them too and looped back. On one of the inner trails away from the water I
saw something interesting. A young red-haired guy standing in the shade of
the treeline. He was fully clothed and peering out into the trails. Newbie I
thought. I took the long way around and snuck up behind him just for sport.

When I got close he jumped and turned to look at me. I saw his eyes flick
down to my cock. I didn't react.

"Hi," I said.

"Hello."

I stood quietly for a moment to see what he would do. He seemed to be
watching me out of the corner of his eye.

"First time here?" I asked.

"Um, yes."

"You'll be glad you found it."

"Yeah."

He seemed to want to leave but wasn't sure where to go if he left the
protection of the shade. I looked him up and down. He was wearing a pair of
sweatpants, the kind with the elastic cuffs, Teva sandals with white socks
(sheesh), and a t-shirt with some indecipherable script on it. He was
carrying a backpack that looked a bit overpacked. He looked like he should
be studying in a college library. In fact he looked about that age.

"Have you been out to the beach yet?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"It's nice but kind of open."

"Yeah."

"Been to a nude beach before?"

"No."

"Well, it seems you need a good place to get acclimated. Somewhere you can
be comfortable. Would you like me to show you a spot?"

"No, thank you." he said.

I tried to smile reassuringly. "Well then have a good day. There's a simple
joy in being nude outside. Be sure to try it at least once before you
leave."

"Ok."

I smiled at him again and walked toward the main trail. I paused for a
moment then turned right. I didn't go straight to my destination but looped
around. A few minutes later I saw the guy but I didn't acknowledge him. I
did make sure he saw me turn onto the trail that led to my spot. I got
there, kicked off my flip-flops, and lay out on my blanket facing the trail.
I was hoping he'd join me but I didn't hear anyone, so I stretched and dozed
lightly.

A while later I heard rustling and opened one eye a bit. I saw the guy pop
into my little clearing then pause. He looked me over for a moment then
started to turn around.

"Don't go," I said. I  opened my eyes and smiled at him. "There's no better
spot. Would you like to have this place to yourself?"

"I can't kick you out."

"You could," I said. "But you could also have a seat, drink some water, and
cool down a bit."

"Ok," he said. He dropped his bag and sat on the other half of my blanket
near my legs. He took some water out of his bag and drank it. I didn't say
anything. He sighed and scooted down a little bit then lay on his back and
stared at the sky. There was not as much breeze here in my little spot as
out on the beach. It was warm and he seemed uncomfortable.

"It's a joy," I said. "To have this park. I come here as often as I can."

"My first time," he said, speaking to the sky.

"Yes," I said.

We were silent for a moment. I needed to encourage him a bit more directly I
thought. I sat up on one elbow and turned toward him. I said, "I assume you
have been to other beaches."

"Yeah, but not a n... not this one."

"Yes," I said. "It's difficult to get nude the first time. I remember my
first. You could start by taking off your shoes."

He paused, then, "Ok." But he didn't move.

I put my hand on the top of his socked and sandaled foot. "May I?" I asked.

He nodded, still without looking at me. I ripped open the velcro strips on
his sandals then pulled them off. His socks were kind of dirty. I quickly
pulled them off too to find a pair of soft feet. He clearly didn't go
barefoot much. I could have left it there but I took his compliance so far
as interest. I pulled myself to a sitting position, still alongside him and
started absently rubbing one foot. He didn't object.

The day was warming up past the predicted high. The sun was shining down,
the air was fragrant, and I was rubbing the bare feet of a cute college kid.
I was content but thought this might go farther. I switched to stroking his
other foot, gently rubbing the top of the foot then tracing the shape of his
toe. I watched the crotch of his sweatpants and thought I could see it rise.
I'd kind of pegged him for a foot guy and even if he wasn't I hoped it felt
good.

He sat up on his elbows and looked at me. I looked back calmly and smiled.
He looked at my cock and could see that I was fully hard. I made no motion
to do anything about it.

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.

He shook his head. I continued to stroke his foot.

"Could we take off your clothes?"

He hesitated, then sat up and pulled off his shirt. I got up on my knees and
grabbed the waistband of his sweatpants and pulled them down. He had boxers
on so I pulled them down too. His cock popped free and stood straight up. I
smiled. I pulled his sweatpants the rest of the way off, slipping them over
his feet. His cock was slender with a large head. His pubes were bright red
in the sunlight.

He looked back over his shoulder nervously but there was no sign of anyone
coming.

"Just relax," I said. "And enjoy this." I sat up cross-legged and moved down
to be beside him. He went back to sitting up on his elbows. I placed one
hand on his chest and the other on his legs and rubbed lightly. I saw his
cock twitch. I let my hand drift up and stroke his balls gently. Then I
grasped the shaft firmly and squeezed. He closed his eyes.

I continued to rub his shaft and stroke his inner thigh. He lay down and
closed his eyes. I stroked and admired his body and ignored the precum
dripping out of my own cock. He started to breathe heavy and then whispered,
"I'm gonna come."

"Let it happen," I said.

When it did happen his whole body tensed and he grunted. He rolled his hips
to the side and I sat up on my knees to keep hold of his cock. A huge volume
of cum shot into the air and landed on the blanket. His toes actually curled
and he shot again. I was amazed at the shear amount.

When he seemed finished I relaxed my grip but was still holding him in my
hand. He moved back and pulled away from my grip then sat up on his knees.
He looked around to reassure himself that no one had seen.

He looked at the puddle on my blanket. "Sorry," he said.

"It's washable," I said. "You don't have to tell me, but can I ask your
name?"

"Bob," he said.

I smiled. "That's perfect."

He looked at my quizzically but I just smiled. Bob stood up and gathered his
clothes. "I...." he started.

"Of course," I said. "You need to go. But... don't be ashamed for finding a
little joy from time to time."

"Ok," he said. Then he was gone, stepping into the tall grass nude and
barefoot and holding all his clothes. I wondered if he'd get dressed around
the bend or have the guts to explore the park nude now that he was satiated.
I hoped I'd see him again at least.

I smiled to myself and sent a thought of thanks to Bob all those years back.

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