Date: Wed, 19 Apr 2017 11:40:29 -0700 From: Cullen Dyer <cullen.dyer@gmail.com> Subject: Nude Beach Buddies - Chapter 2: The North End Author's note: The much-anticipated Chapter 2! Or at least I hope. As I mentioned in Chapter 1, this is my first time writing a story like this, so your feedback is much appreciated! Usual disclaimer applies -- you know the drill. *** Chapter 2: The North End Gulp. I re-read the text from Ryan, over and over again, at least five times to make absolutely sure I was reading what I thought I was reading. "12:00," it read. "Text me when you get there. I'll be on the north side over the rocks." On the way back from the beach earlier in the day, Dan let me in on what I can only assume is a local secret: The north end of the beach is populated mostly by young nudists. Not that there was anything wrong with that. Actually, in the right context, it might even be a little exciting. But I wasn't sure I wanted my first formal meeting with Ryan to be there -- no matter how hot he might be. It's pretty clear from this text, though, that Ryan must know what goes on at that end of the beach. And he wants me to go with him? Was I lucky, or was he out of his mind? Again with the over-thinking things. A few minutes go by, and then another text comes in. This one makes breathing a bit easier: "I meant the north side over *by* the rocks, haha." Oh. Whew. Oh, well, maybe he didn't know then. "Is there parking nearby?" I texted back. I didn't even know if there was a road that went that far north. "Nah," he replied. "There's a road, your bro can park on the shoulder. Or we can pick you up on the way if you'd prefer." Yes. Yes I would prefer that. Being in a car with Ryan and, what I had to presume if they were anything like him, his hot friends? That sounds like more than my idea of fun. But on the first meet...probably should play it a bit slow. "Thanks, but I think I got this," I wrote back. I was still nervous about the whole thing. If I went along with Ryan, there would be no backing out. On the other hand, if Dan took me, I could always find some reason along the way to ease out of the meeting if my nerves got the best of me. And they probably would, because that's just how I am. "Cool man, meet me at noon. Bring the frisbee, see you then!" I stood there for a minute at the foot of my bed, still dressed in nothing but my boxers. Well, that happened, I thought to myself. This is happening. My earlier shower had washed clean the scent of the ocean from that afternoon. But I was still fatigued from the sun exposure. My sheets would take a while to wash and dry thanks to my massive post-shower Ryan-inspired orgasm. The quilt would have to do. I crawled under the blanket, feeling the cool quilt on my warm skin. I adjusted myself and dozed off. *** Two hours later, the sound of the garage door opening woke me up. But just barely. I wasn't ready to get out of bed, so I tossed onto my other side and kept my eyes closed. Around this time any other day, Dad would walk in with dinner -- something he made at the restaurant he and Mom co-owned well before they got married -- for the four of us. Even though Dan had moved out months ago, he still managed to show up most nights out of the week for free food. I guess I couldn't blame him. Today, though, the kitchen stool where I'd be doing homework was empty. My guess is Dad would come upstairs to my bedroom to check in on me. Sure enough, that's exactly what he did. I pretended to be asleep when he opened the bedroom door. He stuck his head. "Jamie?" "What, Dad?" I mumbled. "There's dinner on the table." "Mmm...okay," I replied. "And I put your bedspread and sheets in the dryer." "Thanks." He closed the door. I turned over onto my side again. Guess I was awake. I sat up and grabbed my phone off the nightstand to send Dan a text. "Hey can I ask you for a favor?" A few minutes later, he texts back: "Sure, ask me in person. I'm downstairs eating your dinner." He'd better not be! I tossed the covers off and headed downstairs for the kitchen where I found Dad and Dan chatting over chicken parmesan. "So," Dad said, eyeing me up and down. "I guess we're eating without clothes tonight?" "Sorry, I just woke up," I explained, standing there in just my boxers. "And my clothes are in the hamper." "All of them?" Dan smiled. "Nah, just the ones from today." I walked over to the take-out bags on the counter and fished out a styrofoam container with my dinner. "Didn't see the need to dirty something else. I'm probably going to go back to bed after this. Still kind of tired." The truth was, I wanted to make the night go by faster. You know how time seems to speed up when you're asleep? And, I guess I was still a little tired too. "So what's this favor you wanted to ask me for?" Dan asked. "You going to work tomorrow?" "Yeah, why?" "Was wondering if you could drop me off at the beach again." "Second day in a row?" Dad asked. "What gives?" I shrugged. "It's spring break. There's not much to do around here. And it's supposed to be nice out tomorrow." "And," Dan added, "he made a new friend today." Dad raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Do tell." "It's nothing," I said. "Just a classmate." Dad was unconvinced, but I was too tired to get into it. I was sure Dan would fill him in when I wasn't around, and I'd have to correct his account later. The dryer dinged, letting me know the sheets were done. "I'll get that," I said, excusing myself from the kitchen with my dinner box in hand. "Hey, while you're at it," Dad spoke up, "toss the clothes in the washer in the dryer?" "You got it," I said. *** The garage door woke me up again around 10:30 at night. This time, wrapped comfortably in my sheets and blanket, there was no way I was getting out of bed. I decided to check my phone before rolling over for good for the night. There was a text from Dan: "So are you meeting up with this Ryan guy again tomorrow?" I texted him back. I knew he'd be awake. "Maybe, what's it to you?" A few minutes later: "Just curious. Geez, you get more moody the older you get." I was joking around, but I could see where I'd come off as crabby or cynical most of the time. My so-called "resting bitchface" probably didn't help. "I'm not moody, sorry. Just tired. What time are you going to the city?" "Around noon, why?" Shit. Ryan asked me to meet him at noon. We'd have to leave here earlier if Dan was going to drop me off. "Can you pick me up a little earlier?" "Sure, no prob. What time are you meeting Ryan?" "Noon, by the north end of the beach. You know where that is, right?" I teased. After our conversation in the car earlier in the day, of course he knew. "Ohhhhh!" Dan responded with a winky face. "Good luck!" I wasn't in the mood to keep this going. I fumbled around for my chat with Ryan earlier, and sent him a final text for the night: "See you tomorrow." A few minutes later, he wrote back: "Right on, see you tomorrow stud!" Stud? *** "So did you bring the condoms and lube?" Dan said, trying really, really hard not to laugh. I looked over at him and smiled. After spending most of the afternoon and evening in bed, I was wide awake, ready to take on the day, and in a much-better and more-playful mood. "Well, did you?" he asked again. "Wouldn't you like to know?" I shot at him. "Well, yeah, that's sort of why I asked," Dan said. "No, I left them at home," I replied. "I'm not sure what you think we're going to get up to today, but I'm only prepared for a nice time at the beach hanging out with a new buddy." "Uh huh," Dan said, sounding unconvinced. "You're meeting up a new hot buddy at the north end of the beach." I told him about my chat with Ryan the night before. How he accidentally directed me to the north end of the beach -- the nude part -- over the rocks, only to correct himself a moment later. "Nice save," Dan said. I rolled my eyes. "You think everyone thinks like you. Constantly horny." "That's because everyone IS constantly horny!" Dan exclaimed. "Especially guys your age." "Yeah, right." "I can prove it," Dan said confidentally. "Go ahead," I offered, curious to see where this was going. "What'd you do when you got home yesterday?" Showered, I thought to myself. And jerked off to thoughts of me and Ryan getting close to busy on the beach. "...alright, you've got a point there." I conceded. "No, no, come on," Dan smiled. "Say it. What'd you do when you got home?" Dan was never one to let me get out of a conversation easy. "Fine," I sighed. "I took a shower, and then I jerked off thinking about him. You happy?" "Very," Dan said. "I mean, it wasn't hard to figure that out. Who else does their bedsheets in the middle of the day?" That was an odd conclusion to draw. But he wasn't wrong. We arrived at the beach a few minutes later. Instead of parking in the general lot, Dan continued driving north, up a winding road that slowly increased in elevation. Pretty soon the shore of the beach was out of sight. "Um," I started to ask. "Where are you taking me?" "Where you asked to go." Dan shot back at me. Moments later, he pulled onto the shoulder of the road. "This is it, squirt. Have fun!" I looked around. "Uh, where am I supposed to go? I don't know where I am, Dan." "Cross the road. Over there," he pointed out the window, "you'll see a dirt path leading down the hill. You'll see the shore once you cross the shrubs." "Thanks," I said. I grabbed my nylon bag with my usual beach gear -- two towels, sunscreen, earbuds, a backup battery for my phone, an extra shirt and shorts, and a book to read -- and headed out. "See you in a bit," I said to Dan before he drove off. I crossed the road and headed down the dirt path toward the shore. The hill was steep, making me question my choice of flip flops -- if I'd known I'd be going up and down a hill, I probably would have brought sturdier shoes. Ten minutes later, I reached the shore with minutes to spare. I pulled out my phone and texted Ryan: "Hey, I'm here, where are you?" He texted back: "I'm near the north end. Where are you?" "I'm in the same place. I just got here, but I don't see you." "I don't see you," he texted back. I looked around for him. I didn't see him either. But what I did see made me do a double-take: A guy, must've been in his 20s, walking totally naked down the shore. Just then, my phone dinged. It was a text from Dan. "Hahahahah!" he wrote, with a winky face and three eggplant emojis. Damn it, Dan! Ring ring. It was Ryan. "Hey," I said wearily. "Hey man, I don't see you." "Yeah, that's...because of my brother," I said with a sigh. "What do you mean? You're here, right?" "Kind of," I replied. "I'm at the way north end of the beach." "Oh cool!" he said with some excitement in his voice. "I'll head over there now!" "Uh...I'm not sure you want to do that..." "No no, it's cool! You're at the nude part of the beach, right? I've been there before, I'll see you in a few minutes!" He hung up before I had a chance to respond. Well, this is happening, I thought. Five minutes later, I see Ryan walking down the dirt path. He's dressed in a light blue tank top and black boarder shorts, a large beach towel slung over his right shoulder. But the thing that stood out most was the smile he was wearing on his face. "There you are!" he said as he walked up to me, fist outstretched for a bump. I obliged. "Yeah, sorry about that." "What happened?" "My brother. He's being a dick. He thought it'd be funny if he dropped me off here." "Haha, he's got some sense of humor!" Ryan said. "Well, let's get going!" He headed north. I froze. "Uh..." Ryan turned around. "What's wrong?" "Nothing," I said. "I mean...shouldn't we go to the beach?" "Where do you think we are?" he said with a laugh. "Yeah, but this is...the nude beach?" I stammered. "Yeah? So? It's no big deal. It's clothing-optional. Stay dressed if you want to." There was a brief pause as I took in what he said. "But if you want to go closer to the parking lot, we can head back. It's up to you man." "I mean," I shrugged. "I don't care." "Well, let's get going!" he said and started to walk off. I sighed and walked briskly to catch up to him, feeling my cock slightly harden in my pants at the thought of where we were headed and what I might see. Better take my mind off it, I thought, before I sport massive wood. "What'd you bring with you?" he asked, eyeing my bag. "You planning on moving here?" he laughed. "No, just my usual stuff. Sunscreen, towels, you know." I noticed he didn't have a bag with him. "Where's your stuff?" "You're looking at it!" he said. "It's the beach. You don't need much here. Just a towel and..." he reached into his pocket and pulled out a tube "...some sunscreen!" "You don't ever bring a book to read or anything?" I asked "Nah," he said. "You don't need it here. Plenty of sights to take in." Oof. Getting harder... "So where is everyone?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "I thought it'd be more popular." "It will be later in the day," Ryan said. "Most everyone's at the main beach near the lot, or they're at work. College kids are still in school, most of them anyway. Some cut class around this time of the year. And anyway, most people hike farther north to get away from the dirt path because, you know, not everyone wants an eyeful of naked dudes." "Yeah," I said, not sure how to respond. After a pause, I asked, "so how far are we going?" "This is pretty much it," Ryan said. "But the sand gets finer the farther up we go. We might as well get a good spot before it gets too crowded. Game of frisbee when we get there?" "Shit!" I exclaimed. "I left it in the car. My bad." "No worries," he replied. "I'm sure we'll figure out something." A few minutes later, a group of five naked guys came into sight. Three of them looked like they were around our age; two others looked to be in their early 20s. As we walked farther north, small clusters of mostly nude guys became more apparent -- I counted at least a dozen spread out across what was indeed finer sand on the beach. Most of the groups were set up in front of the hill that led up to the road -- the shore was out of sight for anyone driving up there, I'd noticed. Three guys -- two fully nude, one in a jockstrap -- splashed in the waves. "So, we're here!" Ryan declared. "Yeah, we're here." I said with a nervous grin. "You okay, man?" Ryan said looking at me. "Yeah, I guess," I said. "I've just never been to a place like this before." "It's pretty chill. Good place to work on that non-tan," he remarked, a throwback to the conversation we'd had one day earlier. I laughed. "I seriously don't tan. I burn." "There's skill involved," Ryan said as we made our way to a small patch of sand. "Timing is key. You can't overdo it or you'll burn for sure." He spread out his towel on the sand. I did the same. He grabbed the bottom of his tank top and lifted it over his head in one sweeping move. I didn't do the same, but I did take a moment to take in the sight in front of me: His hairless torso, those lightly-defined abs, his pecs that were just barely coming into shape. And those broad shoulders. Mmm... "Also," he said bringing me back to reality, "why are you dressed like you're getting ready to paint a bedroom?" "What do you mean?" "T-shirt? Cargo shorts?" "It's what I wore yesterday," I reminded him. "Yeah, and you look like you're getting ready to sculpt or paint or something. How are you not sweating balls right now?" I was. But I wouldn't have been if we hadn't walked half a mile up the shore just now. Anyway, I shrugged. "I'm comfortable enough." "Take your shirt off man," he directed with a grin. "Get comfortable!" I did what he asked, pulling my shirt at the collar up and over my head, messing up my hair. I took the palm of my hand and rolled it over the top of my head, smoothing the strands back into the bowl-like cut that it'd fall into anyway. "See? Better," he said. "And now I can put this on you!" He reached into his pocket and pulled out the sunscreen. "Or, just about. Lose the pants!" Wow, this was escalating fast. "Um, you first!" I joked, hoping he'd call my bluff. "What do you have on under your shorts?" he asked. "Boxers?" "Boxer briefs," I said. "Well, that's better than cargo shorts," he said. He pointed at a group of guys in the distance. "See those guys over there?" "Yeah,' I said, not sure where this was going. "That guy has on boxer briefs," he remarked. "And that guy is in a speedo. And that guy over there is in his briefs. See? Not everyone is naked. But nobody's wearing cargo shorts. So come on, lose the pants!" I stood up on my towel, undid the top button and slid my shorts down. My light grey boxer briefs were now fully exposed, my 5-inch limp dick making an obvious pouch in the front. I reached down, grabbed my shorts and folded them into a neat square. I grabbed my shirt and folded it too, stuffing them both into my bag. I felt a breeze hit my bare skin, cooling what the sun had already started to quench. I hadn't had a chance to put any sunscreen on. It had been years since I'd taken my shirt off on the beach. And I'd never gotten this far until today. "So? Your turn I guess?" I told Ryan. He laughed. "I would, but I'm not wearing anything under these shorts!" "Ah, I see," I said. I sat back down on the towel. "Just letting it all hang out then?" "Yeah, pretty much," he said. "It's like I'm wearing oversized boxers!" He grabbed my bottle of sunscreen from my bag. "Here, turn around," he said. "I'll put some of this on your back. God forbid you should burn." He lathered up the sunscreen, then pressed his hands against my shoulderblades. I shuddered as the cool ointment met my warm skin. He massaged the cream into my skin, making small circular motions with his fingers and palms. I felt my cock stirring, making the bulge in the front become even more apparent. As he worked his way up to my shoulders, my dick grew more rigid. Fearing I might burst out of my pants, I quickly reached for the sunscreen and offered to return the favor. At least I'd get my dick out of his line of sight. Ryan laid on his towel, turning on his stomach, leaving his back facing me. I repeated the steps, lathering up the lotion in my hand and rubbing it on his back, going a bit faster than he did and paying less attention to detail. I was probably messing it up, but hey, he seemed like he wanted to tan. I'm not sure what I was thinking. Touching his back -- working my way up to his muscular shoulders -- it made my dick even harder. Anyone walking by would've seen what was up, no pun intended. At this point, I really wish I hadn't taken off my pants. As I worked my hands over his shoulders, I could have sworn I heard a soft moan escape from his throat. Maybe I was imagining things... Once done, I quickly laid down on my own towel, flipping onto my stomach to hide my massive erection before he could flip over onto his back and see what was up. "Thanks man!" he said. "I think I'm going to head into the water for a bit. You want to come with?" "Uh," I said, still waiting for my boner to subside. "That's okay. I think I'm going to lay here and read for a bit." "Suit yourself," he said with a smile. "I'll catch up with you in a bit!" He got up from his towel and ran toward the waves. I cocked my head around enough to see him run into the waves, splashing around for a second before emerging from the water. He turned to his left and started walking up the shore. I turned back to my book. Not that I'd get much reading done. My eyes kept wandering around me at the eye candy on the beach. Mostly young guys, mostly colege-aged, but there were a handful of guys that looked like they could've been closer to my and Ryan's ages. About half of them were nearly naked -- speedos, jocks, boarder shorts among them. A guy in a white jockstrap splashed in the waves while his naked partner stood on the shore taking photos with his phone. His partner was gorgeous -- well-defined, well-hung too. At least six inches, I'd guessed, of uncircumcised meat swung between his legs. Even limp, he was impressive. Lucky guy, I thought of his boyfriend, if he even had one. Maybe the guy dancing in the waves was his? Maybe they were just friends, though, like me and Ryan. I guess I was jumping to conclusions. I scanned the beach and counted at least two dozen guys scattered across the shore. Two more groups of guys were walking in my direction, making their way up from the south end presumably to join the rest of us half-dressed and undressed guys. The more I took in the sight, the more normal it became to me, the more the novelty of hot naked guys being around me wore off. And, more importantly, the more my boner went down. I flipped onto my back and laid straight down on the towel, using my nylon bag stuffed with clothes and accessories to prop my head up like a lumpy pillow. After a few minutes, I laid the book on my chest and closed my eyes, letting the sounds of the birds overhead and the waves crashing on the shore relax me. Laying on that towel in just my grey boxer-briefs, I drifted off to sleep, the book falling at my side. *** Twenty minutes later, still on my back, I sat up slightly, propped up on my elbows and looked around. The beach crowd had doubled in size, and the sun was directly overhead. There were now guys of all ages -- including a handful of seniors -- who graced the beach in all states of undress, but mostly undressed completely. I grinned as I took in the sights in front of me. And, for the first time, I started to feel slightly overdressed. I also felt warmer than usual. Maybe I didn't put on enough sunscreen? I thought. I looked over at my bag and pulled the tube of sunscree out, squeezing a large amount onto my hand and rubbing it all over my body. As I put the tube back in my bag, I glanced over to Ryan's towel and noticed something for the first time: His board shorts neatly folded at the base of the towel. That could only mean one thing... I didn't even have time to finish my thought when out of the corner of my eye, there he was. Ryan, running up the shore, frisbee in hand. And he was completely, stark, bare-ass naked! *** That's it for Chapter 2! As I mentioned in the first chapter, this is my first story for Nifty. Your feedback and suggestions would be really helpful! E-mail me, even if it's just to say hi: cullen.dyer@gmail.com. Chapter 3 is on the way!