Date: Thu, 1 Mar 2012 08:30:30 -0800
From: Tyler <natureboyty@gmail.com>
Subject: The Nude Beach part 1

Preface: While partly autobiographical, this story is a synthesis of
several experiences rather than a single event.  Beyond those parts which
are my own experiences, it is strictly fictional.  It is the story of a
developing relationship between two teenage boys, including sexual
experiences.  Please comply with the laws where you live concerning such
literature, and read it only if you can do so legally.  If you are offended
by this sort of material, please find other things that will not offend
you.  This is my first attempt at creative writing in any venue.  Depending
on your interest and my ability to extend the story, I hope that Ty and
Eric can have further adventures at the nude beach, and perhaps elsewhere.
My thanks to this site for letting me share this with you.



I had heard about the "clothing optional" beach.  A couple of my friends
had looked down from the forest on the bluff above the river and verified
the nude bodies cavorting in the water.  No one seemed to have gotten close
enough to provide much detail.  So one warm summer morning I decided to
ride my bicycle the twenty miles to check it out.  At 15, I was a tall
slender kid, a few inches under 6 feet and about 150 pounds, but I was
reasonably athletic and hard-muscled from miles of solitary hiking and rock
climbing in the forest and from swimming in the creek behind our home.  A
twenty-mile bike ride was not a problem.

Wearing my standard summer three-piece uniform (two tennis shoes and one
pair of levis), and sweating a little from exertion and the heat, I locked
my bike to a tree and started down the path to the river.  The sign said,
"Warning - Clothing Optional Beach - You may encounter nudity beyond this
point".  Well, I was there to see the nudity, wasn't I?  Screw the view
from the bluff; I was going to see it all even if I was a shy introvert.

Arriving on the wide beach, I could see there were a lot of naked men and
women of all ages tanning on the beach and swimming in the river, but no
one was as young as I was.  Too shy to shed my clothes, I walked upriver
along the beach, staying away from the water and close to the forest.
There were six hot muscular college-age studs in Speedos playing
volleyball.  Well, I thought, not everyone goes completely naked; it
probably depends on the activity.  I did notice that something was coming
to life in my jeans, though. Yeah, I had figured out already that I got
excited by hot guys, but I hadn't quite figured out what that really meant.

Further upriver, there were only guys, so I headed in that direction.
Still walking along next to the forest, I could see that these guys seemed
to be a few years older than me, mostly talking quietly in pairs, all buck
naked, and all muscular and athletic looking.  I couldn't help staring at
them.  Once in a while, one of them would look my way and smile.  Were they
amused that I was here and still dressed?  Were they remembering their
first visit to the beach?  No, they were probably just being friendly, but
not too friendly.  Thinking about it now, I probably had jail-bait written
all over me.

Now the swelling in my pants was becoming uncomfortable, and I adjusted it
to one side and out of the way.  I could give it some attention later.
Right now, I was glad I hadn't removed my clothes; getting hard with no
clothes on could be embarrassing, since no one else seemed to have a boner.

Somewhat shell-shocked by all of this male eye candy in one place, I
wandered on up the beach around the bend where the tall forest closed in.
Here the beach was only about two feet wide, and the river bank dropped off
quickly into deeper water.  There was no one else around.  I had become
very hot in more ways than one, so I decided to cool off a bit. Kind of
like a cold shower, right?  Still being too shy to engage in the "option",
I just took off my shoes and dove in for a cooling dip.

Back on the beach in my wet jeans, I found the "cold shower" hadn't worked.
I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my jeans, and adjusted my boner to a
more comfortable vertical position.  I had about six inches on a good day,
but this looked like a really good day, since several inches popped out of
my jeans.

I stood there a while just looking out at the river and the mountains,
enjoying the view, and gently stroking the exposed part of my hard cock.
Maybe I had become a little hypnotized by my surroundings and everything I
had seen.  I was starting to think about some serious wanking when I
suddenly became aware of someone standing beside me about six feet away.
Startled, I looked in that direction, and there was this Greek god standing
there.  He must have come out of the forest, because I hadn't seen him
before. He could have been my twin.  Well, not quite, really.  We had the
same bare feet, blue jeans, bare torsos, brown eyes, and dark summer tans,
but beyond that we were quite different.  First, he was dry and I was
dripping wet.  Second, my brown hair was dark and wiry and cut in the
inch-wide, inch-tall Mohawk I had convinced my father to give me, while his
was lighter, medium length and unruly in a very attractive way.  And he had
abs like I had never seen before.  He was about 18 and almost as smooth as
I was, except for the dusky trail leading into the top of his jeans.  A
couple of inches taller than me, he smiled at me, the kind of smile that
always made my knees go weak.

"Sorry to startle you.  I'm Eric.  What's your name?"

"T-T-T-Tyler."  Shit!  Why did I always have to get nervous and stutter?  I
could feel myself blushing as I shoved my boner back into my pants.  Too
late to button them up.  "B-b-b-but everyone calls me Ty", I added lamely.

"Hi Ty, " he said, smiling that killer smile again, "I'm happy to meet you.
Enjoying the beach?"

"Oh yeah!", I said enthusiastically, maybe a little too enthusiastically.
I blushed again.  Shit!  Why did I have to do that?

"I really like it here.  I come here often.  I haven't seen you before.  Is
this your first time here?"

"Yeah, it is."  Shit again!  Why didn't I lie a little?  Now I sounded like
the complete innocent I was.

"I like your haircut, Ty.  I always wanted to feel someone's Mohawk
haircut.  Mind if I check yours out?"

"Sure, no problem."  I smiled a little, becoming a little more comfortable.

Moving closer, he ran his hand over my strip of hair, and then on down my
still-wet back.  His touch was electric.  I shivered a little.

"Must be cold from swimming", I muttered.  Shit once more!  Why did I have
to bring attention to it.

He chuckled.

"No problem, Ty."  He smiled, a little wickedly this time.  "It's a warm
day.  You'll warm up soon enough."

My hard cock was trying to rise out of my pants.  I wanted to shove it back
down, but that would be too obvious.  I just hoped he wouldn't notice it.

Now his other hand was moving over my stomach and chest.  Fireworks were
going off in my head, but it felt so good, and my boner was trying even
harder to release itself from my jeans.

"I like your smooth back and chest, Ty.  You're a good looking kid."

"Thanks, Eric."  God!  I had actually managed to say his name.  Now I
blushed again.  Shit!  Blushing was getting to be a habit.

"And I love that haircut, Ty.  Did you get any crap from your parents about
it?"

"No, my dad actually did it for me."

"Cool!"

Now his hand wandered down to my crotch.

Nervously, I moved back a little.

"I've never done nothin' like this before", I muttered."

"Don't worry, Ty", he said gently, moving behind me. "I'm really a nice
guy."

"OK", I whispered.  I could feel the warmth of his smooth chest on my back.
I liked it.

Now his hand moved down my stomach and to the top of my jeans.  He found
the tip of my protruding cock and rubbed it gently.

"Uuunnnhhhh".  My knees buckled slightly and I leaned back against him.
That chest felt so good against my back.  My head was swimming from the new
sensations.

"OK, Ty?"

"Yeah."  Jesus, this was insane!  What if someone was watching us?

"Like it?"

"Yeah."  Oh yeah, I was loving it like crazy, but I was sure I shouldn't
be!

"More?"

"Yeah."  Oh shit!  What did he mean by more?  What was I getting myself
into?

Now he was gently sliding his fingers down the side of my cock.  I groaned
again quietly.  No one but me had ever touched my cock before.  Oh, I had
touched it myself often enough, hard and fast and successfully, but this
was new.  I was glad to be leaning against him or I would have collapsed,
I'm sure.

Gently, he backed me up against the trunk of a nearby Cottonwood tree and
moved in front of me.  Running his tongue down my hard stomach, he finished
unbuttoning my wet jeans, releasing the hard thing which was setting a new
size record.

I must have closed my eyes for a minute because the next thing I knew, the
head of my cock felt like it was back in the river.  I looked down and
couldn't believe that Eric had it in his mouth.  He gently ran his tongue
around the edge.

"Uuunnnhhhh!"

"OK, Ty?"

"Yeah."  Shit!  My cock had taken over my mouth, bypassing my brain!

"Like it?"

"Yeah."  Oh, yeah, I was liking it more and more and feeling very confused!

"More?"

"Yeah."  I didn't know what more was, but I knew I had to find out!

"You're sure, Ty?"

"Yeah."  Sure that I couldn't say "no" if I wanted to, but I didn't want
to.

OK, a conversation in monosyllables, but that was all my confused brain
could actually transfer to my vocal chords.

"Uuunnnggghhhh!  Oh, Eric, that feels so good!"

He had swallowed it all, and I had gotten over the monosyllables.

His mouth moved slowly up and down the length of my cock.

God, was I glad I had the tree to support me or I would have collapsed in a
heap!  My hands were on his shoulders, feeling his strength, trying to
transfer some of it to my knees.

It didn't take long.  A randy teenager with a hard cock and no self
control.  God, it was good!  But it was over almost before it started.

I was embarrassed.  My cock was shrinking.  I reached for the buttons on my
jeans.

"Don't move, Ty."  He grabbed my hands.

"Why not?"

"'Cuz I'm gonna make you cum again, Ty."

"You're kidding."

"Nope."

"How?"

"Watch."

"OK."

His tongue was exploring my chest and stomach again.  Then his hand reached
between my legs, playing with my asshole, and his tongue was gently licking
my shrinking cock.

But it wasn't shrinking any more.  I couldn't believe that it was getting
hard again, even harder than before.

The sound of the wind and the river slowly faded away, replaced by my heavy
breathing and occasional moans.

All I knew was the caress of the sun on my body and that wonderful feeling
all over that focused where he knelt in front of me and where his finger
was now playing with something inside my ass.

My hands were in his hair, caressing his head and encouraging him on.  This
time, I was a participant.

"Oh, Eric, don't ever stop."

It seemed to last forever.  For several minutes, I wasn't even on Earth any
longer.  I was just floating somewhere between all of the elements.
Somewhere nearby, someone was moaning and saying, "Oh yeah!  Oh, yeah!  Oh
fuck, it feels so good, Eric!  Oh, let me cum, Eric!  Please, I wanna cum!"
It sounded like my voice coming from someone else, as he brought me to the
edge and away a dozen times, and then finally it felt like someone else was
moaning louder and cumming, cumming, cumming........

When I finally came to my senses, I was still leaning against the tree,
breathing hard and looking down at Eric who was smiling up at me again with
that killer smile.  Sweat was running down my face and joining the river
water on my chest to make a small stream flowing down into the overflow of
cum on my balls.

"Like it?"

"Oh, Eric!" I gasped, "I never felt anything so good in my life."

"OK, Ty?"

"Yeah, Eric.  I have never been so OK."

"Have you warmed up now, Ty?"  That wicked smile was back.

"Yeah, Eric.  I'm warm now."  I managed to match his wicked smile.

"I love that Mohawk haircut, Ty.  It's sexy as hell.  Keep it."

"For you, Eric, I'll keep it forever."

He buttoned my pants while I still leaned against the tree.

"Swim?"

"Sure."

My jeans were already wet, and he didn't bother to take his off either.  We
dove into the water together.  Twins again, more or less.

The water was cool and refreshing, and as we hugged each other in the
water, his wet body against mine felt so very good, and the water hid my
tears of happiness.

I knew I was going to see Eric again.