Date: Fri, 21 Apr 2017 07:54:26 -0700
From: Cullen Dyer <cullen.dyer@gmail.com>
Subject: Nude Beach Buddies - Chapter 4: The North End Part III

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Chapter 4: The North End, Part III

You know that feeling you sometimes get where you feel awkward, ashamed or
embarrassed after shooting your load? Nothing -- NOTHING -- could compare
to this moment -- laying on my the beach towel on my stomach with gobs of
cum coating my towel, my pubes, my tummy, even part of my chest I was sure.

How many ropes of cum did I shoot while Ryan was massaging sunscreen on my
back, legs and hips? I lost count after the first three or so. Now he's on
his own towel laying next to me, laying on his tummy, waiting for me to
return the sunscreen favor. Did he have any idea what he just did to me?

"Come on, man! I'm cooking over here!" he said, looking over at me, his
arms crossed under his chin, cradling his head.

"Uhh..." I started. "I don't know how to tell you this, but..."

"Hey Ryan!" someone shouted from down the beach.

Ryan turned his head away from me. "Colin!" he shouted back to the guy, a
tall 15 or 16-year-old (I guessed) with brown wavy hair and green boarder
shorts. Like Ryan, he looked like he had some ab and peck muscles coming
in, but weren't quite there yet. "What's going on man?"

"Sup? Frisbee?"

"Later," Ryan said with a wave.

The whole conversation lasted less than eight seconds, but I used that time
to turn my back to Ryan, prop myself up on my side and use the corner of my
beach towel to wipe up as many globs of cum off me as possible. The way
Ryan was positioned, he wouldn't be able to see the cum on my towel. I
hoped to God it would dry fast.

He turned back to me. "So what don't you know how to tell me?"

"I...uh...I think I'm out of sunscreen?" I lied. "Or, actually, it's a
higher SPF and I don't want to run out of it." Nice save. "Think I can use
yours instead?"

Ryan shot me a skeptical look. "That's what you wanted to tell me?"

I shrugged. He nodded.

"Where is it? Your boarder shorts?"

He shot me a weird look. "My what? Boarder shorts?" I pointed at the shorts
he'd moved to the edge of his towel. "Oh, my BOARD shorts," he said.

"Oh, is that what they're called? I don't surf, I don't know."

He smiled. "It's all good man. Yeah, just grab it out of the pocket."

I kneeled down next to his hips, perpendicular to his body -- the same way
he knelt next to mine. I reached over and grabbed the tube of sunscreen out
of his pocket, popped open the snap top and squirted a decent amount onto
my hands, working it into a lather.

I leaned over to rub the cream on his shoulders, trying to massage them the
same way he did mine. He lowered his head onto his arms, turning his face
away from me. "Nice man," he said, "feels good. You're doing a good job!"

"Thanks," I said. Still leaned over him, I moved my hands down the small of
his back, working my palms into his skin.

And that's when it happened: A glob of jizz I somehow missed on my tummy
dripped right on his back! Panicked, I scooped the remaining cum off my
stomach, then looked at the teen cream that fell on his skin. Without
thinking, I took my fingers and massaged it into his back -- maybe he
didn't feel it, maybe he wouldn't notice it. Maybe it felt just like
sunscreen.

He didn't move. Didn't say anything. Didn't make any noise. Whew, I thought
to myself as I grabbed the tube of sunscreen and re-applied it to my hands.

I worked my way down his legs, rubbing each one individually with both
hands. I didn't notice his leg muscles when he was standing up, but now
that I could feel them, they definitely stood out to me.

"Are you a runner?" I asked him.

"Nah," he said. "Not really. Leg weights man."

"Oh, gotcha." He clearly knew why I was asking. I leaned over to rub his
other leg, my limp dick cradled in my bals, both swinging freely as I
leaned over. The one good thing about busting my load just a few minutes
earlier -- I wasn't awkwardly rubbing this hot stud down with a massive
erection.

"All done," I said when I finished up his legs.

"Uh, aren't you forgetting something?" he said, looking back at me with a
smile.

"What?"

"These?" he said, flexing his butt muscles, causing each one to jiggle ever
so slightly.

"Oh," I stammered. "You...you want me to?"

"Well, I don't want my tush to burn!" he said with a laugh.

"Alright, let me reapply," I said nervously. I squeezed some more lotion
into my palms, rubbed them together, then slowly lowered them onto his
butt, one hand on each cheek. I did my best to smear the lotion on as much
as possible, as fast as possible, so I could spend the least amount of time
in that region. Even though I was fully naked, rubbing down another fully
naked guy whose own massage had triggered a towel-stained orgasm, nerves
still got the better of me, and I was terribly afraid of messing up the
moment.

After spending less than 10 seconds on his butt, I proclaimed again: "Okay,
done. This time, for real."

"Thanks, man!" he said, positioning his face down into the fold of his
arms. I went back to my own towel and laid flat on my stomach. The cum had
started to dry, but I could still feel a wetness against my skin.

"You going back to sleep?" he asked from inside his arms.

"Haven't decided yet," I said. "Might read some more of my book."

"You should check out the water," he suggested. "It's pretty good right
now."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah man."

"How come nobody's in it right now?" I observed, noting everyone seemed to
be on their own towels, in clusters of small groups -- eating, laying down,
chatting.

"If you wait until 3 or 4, the water is amazing," Ryan replied. "The tide
is a little lower, you can go out farther and the water is a bit
hotter. Though the temperature is warmer too."

"Yeah, feels about mid-80 degrees right now," I remarked. "Supposed to get
into the low-90s today."

"Just wait until this summer," he said. "This place gets lit!"

I looked at the clock on my phone: 1:15 p.m. I lifted my head and looked
around. I counted roughly three dozen guys on the beach now -- not a girl
in sight, which didn't stand out as too odd to me. This definitely seemed
like a hangout place for guys -- though I could have sworn Ryan, or maybe
it was Dan, told me girls came here too. Well, either way, there weren't
any around right now. Maybe eventually.

What's the etiquette for scoping out the crowd? I thought to myself. As
long as I spend just a few seconds looking, I don't see what the harm
is. Just don't stare, I thought.

I scanned the shore, taking in the different guys. Unlike earlier in the
day when the population was about evenly-split between half-dressed and
completely undressed guys, the half-dressed guys seemed to have the
advantage now. But even so, they were just barely dressed -- there was a
group of guys dressed in fashion jocks sitting on a beach blanket near a
large boulder. One of the guys looked to be about 20, a light-skinned
Hispanic with a white jock with a pouch that definitely made his junk look
bigger. Or maybe that was just his junk. I salivated at the thought of what
might be underneath it.

Next to them were two guys sharing a single towel. Both of them looked like
they could be around our age -- maybe closer to Ryan than mine. Even though
they were some distance away, I could see one guy rubbing the chest of the
other with his hand as both laid on their backs, staring at each other.

It was at that point that I noticed Ryan and I were a distance away, not
just from those two groups of guys, but from everyone in general. The crowd
was at least 50 yards away from us. I wondered why Ryan picked this spot
over everywhere else. Maybe he likes to stand out from the crowd, or maybe
he was trying to be polite for my first time by creating a buffer between
me and everyone else. Either way, people had to walk in front of us to get
to the main crowd, so I wondered how well-thought out his plan might've
been. Or maybe I was over-thinking things.

"Hey," I called to him. "Are you awake?"

"Yeah, what's up man?"

"Are you hungry?"

"Kind of, what do you have?"

"Uh..." I started. "...nothing?"

"You have a big bag full of shit and none of it is food?" he said, lifting
his head from his arms and glancing in my direction with his trademark
grin.

"I eat before I come here," I replied. "Or sometimes afterward. Skipped
breakfast today though. So are you hungry?"

He shrugged. "I could eat. There's a diner up the road from the path. It's
a bit of a hike, but the food is good. I'd offer to drive..." He flipped
onto his stomach, his cock now in full view. Damn. "...but by the time we
got back the parking would be hell."

"Understandable, I don't mind the walk."

"You might," he said with a chuckle. "We gotta walk back up the hill, and
then walk up the road. Good workout though. I'll be hungry then for sure!"

"Cool," I said. "When do you want to go?"

"Few more minutes here," he said. "Gotta give my front some exposure, you
know?" He reached for his foreskin, giving it a gentle tug between his
fingers, then grabbed his balls and gave them a slight stretch too.

"Mmm," he said.

"Alright then," I replied, grabbing my book and thumbing through the pages.

A few minutes went by with us both laying on our backs, Ryan with his arms
under his head. Both of our bodies on full display to the world, with his
taking the award for best in show.

Ten minutes later, Ryan sat up on his shoulders. "Yo Jamie, I gotta take a
leak, then we can head to the diner, cool?"

"Sounds good to me," I responded, looking up from my book. "Where's the
bathroom?"

"Over there," he said, pointing to the boulder where the beach blanket guys
and the couple on the towel were still positioned. "Everything beyond that
boulder is rock. There's some sand closer to the hill, but it's mostly
rock. They're smooth, and when the tide is low, you can walk right over
them. If you ever need to take a leak, there's a handful of small boulders
over there. Guys go behind them and do their thing."

"Good to know," I said. I mean, there's also probably a bathroom at the
diner, I thought, but hey, this works too.

Ryan stood up on his towel. "I'll be back," he said, and before I had a
chance to respond, he dashed north towards Pee Rock.

I took the opportunity to grab my phone. The last message was from Dan from
about an hour earlier. I re-read it: "You've got a surprise waiting for you
at home! Haha. Hope you're enjoying the beach!"

I texted him back: "The beach is great. What's the surprised?"

A minute went by, and then: "You'll find out I guess. What are you up to?"

I shot him a reply: "Waiting for Ryan. Heading to a diner in a few minutes
for some food. You're treating."

A few minutes later: "You'd better not use that card I gave you!
Emergencies only bro."

"You don't want me to die, right?" I replied. "Need food else die."

"Fine," he conceded a few minutes later. "But don't go crazy. So where'd
you guys wind up?"

"North end," I said. "Just where you left me."

"Hahahaha! You serious?"

"Yeah. It's not bad. Sun's good. View's great."

"Bet it is. What did you guys get up to?"

"I'll tell you about it later." Ten minutes had gone by, and still no
Ryan. Must've been one hell of a piss.

"You'd better," he replied. "I'm picking you up at 3:30."

"We might be at the diner. Kind of wanted to come back here after that."

"Going that well, huh?" he texted. "I have to be home at 5 though so I
gotta pick you up at 3:30. Text me where you are before then."

"Okay," I said. Well, that sucked. I had wanted to come back to the beach
after our food run. I thought about toughing it out, skipping the diner and
making Dan stop off somewhere and buy me something to eat, if it meant
staying at the beach a little longer. On the other hand, I was starving.

Where the hell was Ryan? I thought. Looking at my phone, it was now fifteen
minutes since he said he was going to take a leak. Who pees for fifteen
minutes?!

I decided to go looking for him. Reaching into my bag, I grabbed my grey
boxer-briefs and my cargo shorts. I stood up on the towel and pulled my
legs into the boxer-briefs. Up came the cargo shorts. I folded my towel up,
making sure to put the cum-stained part on the inside of the fold so it
wouldn't rub up against anything else in the bag. I stuffed the towel into
the bag next to the book and my shirt. With my underwear and my shorts out
of the bag, I had just enough room for Ryan's "board shorts" and towel. For
a split second, I thought about just leaving everything for a second, but I
couldn't shake the worry that our stuff might walk away.

I grabbed his towel and his shorts and stuffed them into my bag. Thank God
he had the common sense to wear his flip flops to Pee Rock, or I'd have run
out of room. I slipped my own sandals on and headed north toward the
boulder.

When I reached it a few minutes later, I stopped off at the blanket with
the group of guys. There were five guys in all, each dressed in a different
style fashion jock. Up close, I got to check out the light-skinned Hispanic
-- particularly his junk nestled safely in the pouch of his jock. I still
couldn't tell if it was all natural or an optical illusion courtesy of the
cloth fabric.

"Hey," I said in his direction. "I'm looking for a friend of mine. We were
sitting over there..." I pointed south at the patch of sand where Ryan and
I had laid our towels out "...but I didn't want to leave our stuff
there. Can I leave my stuff here for a second?"

"Sure," he said, his slightly effeminent voice leaving no doubt in my mind
that, yes, he definitely preferred the company of dudes, as if being
surrounded by guys wearing jocks wasn't enough of a clue.

"Thanks, I'll just be a second. I think he went behind the boulder."

"No problem, take your time, we'll be here!"

"Thanks again," I said, putting up my hand in a wave as I turned to head
around the boulder.

I navigated around the boulder in less than a minute, the water low enough
that I was able to walk around it without having to worry about getting
anything wet. The first thing I noticed: There were a lot of smooth rocks,
nature's stepping stones, going for at least 10 yards. In front of those
were several smaller boulders, similar to the one I'd just walked around,
lined up in a row starting in the ocean and ending on a small patch of sand
near the hill. A decent-sized gap sat in-between each one of them, too
small to see around but large enough that a man could easily walk through
them.

I took my sandals off and held them in my hand. On the smooth rocks, I
figured my bare feet offered better traction than wet rubber soles. I began
my journey over the stones, putting my arms out, balancing them with one
sandal in each hand. About halfway through my journey, I was really glad I
decided to put my shorts back on -- this must've been tough in the buff. I
wondered, if Ryan was actually over here, how he managed to do it.

Three-quarters of the way over the stones, I paused for a moment to take in
the sights. I turned around, facing south in the direction I'd just come
from. The large boulder -- Pee Rock, I think I called it earlier -- sat
majestically on the shore. From my angle, you couldn't see around it, and
for the first time, I realized that nobody on the beach could see me in
that moment either. Total seclusion, but still in the open.

I looked out toward the ocean. The sound of the waves moving in and out
filled the space around me, the screech of seagulls interrupting the flow
every few seconds. In the distance, I spotted two pelicans diving face-down
toward the water. Their sheer speed made it seem like they'd crash right
into the ocean. Instead, they merely dipped their beaks into the water --
one caught a fish, the other chased after the first.

I turned my attention toward the line of small boulders in front of me and
started again in that direction, timing my steps with the waves and
calculating each move so I wouldn't stumble. As I got closer to the
boulders, I heard a faint sound -- one that didn't sound like it was coming
from waves or birds. One that sounded familiar.

The sound became clearer and louder the closer I got. "Mmm..." then a
pause. "Ohh..."

Then nothing. I wondered if my mind was playing tricks on me. I shrugged
off the sound, and my mind went right back to Ryan. Where was he? If he
wasn't over here somewhere...

I made it in front of a small boulder surrounded by the same stepping
stones. When I reached it, I heard the sound again: "Mmm...ohhh." Maybe
some kind of animal? And then: "Ohhhh yeahhh..."

I slowly and quietly maneuvered around the rock, peeking my head over the
side. Beyond the gap, the stepping stones subsided, gradually leading to a
small sandy area cut off by a seawall.

"Ohhh...yeahhhhh..."

I stepped onto the sand and looked further around the rock. There, standing
about 20 feet, was Ryan, his right side toward me. A young guy in board
shorts kneeled in front of him, his lips wrapped tightly around Ryan's
massive erection. It was Colin, the guy who waved to Ryan earlier in the
day shortly after my massage-induced orgasm.

"Ohh fuck yes!" Ryan moaned loudly, his hands placed on the back of Colin's
head, his fingers drumming on the wavy brown hair of the young twink. "Just
like that Col."

I couldn't hear Colin's reply over the waves. But I could see he was
enjoying himself. For a brief second, Colin took his mouth off Ryan's
dick. He gazed up at Ryan approvingly.

For the first time, I got to see Ryan's erect dick in all its glory. It was
definitely over 6 inches, maybe 7 inches, the foreskin pulled all the way
back revealing a pinkish-purple mushroom head. Erect, his dick curved ever
so slightly upward; otherwise, it stuck straight out from his body.

Colin repositioned himself on his knees and placed a hand inside his own
shorts, adjusting what must've been his own boner. I was too far away to
make out any outline in his shorts -- and, frankly, given what I was
watching, I was a bit surprised he still had his shorts on. He must've had
his reasons.

Ryan released the grip on his dick. Colin leaned forward, stuck his tongue
out and licked the tip of Ryan's dick, encircling the head like a lollipop.

"Fuck yes, Col!" Ryan shouted as he threw his head back in ecstacy. Colin
took his hand, wrapped it around Ryan's shaft and began massaging his dick
up and down. His mouth bobbed again on Ryan's head, his hand massaging
Ryan's shaft in tandem.

"Fuck yeah, Col! FUCK! Fuck!" He tilted his head down to Colin and inhaled
sharply. "Just like that! Oh fuck yeah!"

Colin's hand released Ryan's shaft. His head pulled off Ryan's dick. Colin
looked up at Ryan again. Ryan smiled, grabbed his dick with his left fist
and rubbed it against Colin's face.

"You like that?" I heard him say to his kneeling friend. Colin mumbled
something, but I couldn't make it out. I'll never forget what I saw next,
though: Colin batted Ryan's hand away from his shaft. He cupped his lips
around Ryan's dickhead and moved forward, slowly taking inch by inch down
his throat until his nose was buried in Ryan's soft, blond pubic hair.

"FUCK! YES!" Ryan moaned as he tilted his head back again.

As hot as this was, I started to worry they might see me. Coming over here,
I thought, they must've wanted privacy. I quietly turned around and headed
back over the rocks, pausing every few seconds to see if I could still
heard the teen blowjob going on in the distance.

My timing was both good and bad: The waves got rougher, drowning out
whatever sounds Ryan and Colin might have been making -- and also sending
copious amounts of water over the stones, making them more slippery. I
quickly leaped from rock to rock, struggling a bit.

After about 10 minutes, I made it back to Pee Rock. I quickly maneuvered
around it, finding that group of guys still spread out on their beach
blanket.

"Find your friend?" the light-skinned Hispanic said when he saw me.

"Nah," I lied. "He might be farther north, but the waves were too rough, I
couldn't get over there."

"Sucks," he said. "You want to wait for him here?"

"Uh, that's okay," I said nervously, trying to form cohesive thoughts while
the images of Ryan getting head from Colin continued to play out in my
mind. "I gotta go. Thanks for watching my things!"

He replied, but I didn't pay attention. I grabbed my bag and headed south
for the sand where Ryan and I were laid out.

I spread my towel back out, leaving Ryan's stuff in the bag, and grabbed my
phone. Nothing from Dan in a while. Boy would I have a story for him
later...

I grabbed my book for a distraction. I must've re-read each paragraph three
or four times, struggling to make sense of the text while continuing to be
distracted by my thoughts of Ryan and Colin. A small wave of jealousy set
in -- I wish that had been me on my knees, I thought to myself -- but
overall, I was grateful that I had a chance to see what I saw. Not many
guys got to see an incredibly hot friend strip down in front of them and
get a hot blowjob from another cute guy in the span of a few hours. I
considered myself lucky.

Ten minutes later, Ryan interrupted my thoughts, running back to the towel,
his limp uncircumcised dick flopping up and down with each step. Following
behind him was none other than Colin, still dressed in his green board
shorts.

"Sorry about that man!" Ryan said. "Ran into a friend. Jamie, this is
Colin."

"Hey Jamie," Colin said when he caught up. He put his hand out. "How's it
going man?"

I shook it. "Not too much, thanks. Good to meet you Colin."

Ryan turned to Colin: "Jamie and I were going to head to the diner for some
food. You in?"

"Nah, just ate not too long ago," Colin replied, wiping his chin with the
back of his mouth and making Ryan blush.

I wonder what THAT was about, I thought to myself, knowing full well what
that was about.

"Suit yourself," Ryan said with a smile. "I'll catch up with you later."

"Cool, later!" Colin said. He turned around and jogged up north toward the
crowd. My attention turned back to Ryan.

"So, what have you been up to? Notice you're all dressed again."

"I still have my shirt off," I retorted.

"Shorts are back on," he countered.

"Well, I thought we were going to eat?" I inquired.

"Yup!" he said with a smile. "We are. You got my shorts?"

"Right here," I said, taking them out of my bag and handing them to him.

"Thanks man," he said. He reached into the pocket and grabbed his phone. He
pointed it toward the ocean and snapped a photo. "Hold this for me?" he
said, handing me his phone. I grabbed it. He stepped into his shorts one
leg at a time, pulling them up and tying the drawstring.

"Shirt?" he asked. I grabbed mine out of the bag and put it on. "No, not
yours," he said, "mine!"

"Oh, oops." I said, still a little distracted by what I'd seen
earlier. "Right, here you go."

"Thanks again!" he said. He pulled the tank top over his head, then put his
arms on his hips. "Let's go!"

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