Date: Mon, 2 Apr 2012 16:42:14 -0700
From: Tyler <natureboyty@gmail.com>
Subject: The Nude Beach part 8

Part 8 - Sharing Love

"The surfer dude wasn't at the toll bridge this morning," I commented to
Eric as we were driving down the freeway on the way to the nude beach.  "I
haven't seen him since I gave him the show."

The day was typical of early August.  It was warm and humid with a thin
overcast and no wind, the kind of day when you wish for the breeze that is
never there, and a nude dip in a cool river feels so good.

"I've seen him in town a few times, so I know he's still around," Eric
replied.  "I hope your show wasn't so shocking that he gave up his job."

"I doubt it.  As shocked as he looked at the time, I bet he has used my
show as jack-off inspiration ever since.  He probably jacked off ten times
that day when there were no cars to collect tolls from."  I was getting
hard thinking about that concept.

"You better get that boner under control before we get to the beach," Eric
observed.  "You're going to be naked again, you know.  Clothing is no
longer optional for you."

"No sweat.  I know if it's still hard when I take my shorts off, you'll do
what's necessary to soften it."  I was smiling and getting even hornier
just thinking about that.

We were still a mile from the exit, but the car was slowing.

"I think we have an emergency," Eric said with a worried look on his face.

He pulled the car to the shoulder, turned off the engine, turned on the
emergency flashers, and set the brake.

"What's wrong?" I asked.  "I didn't notice anything wrong with the car."

"The emergency is not with the car," he replied. "It's in your pants, smart
ass."

He unbuttoned my pants and went down on my boner without further comment.

"Uunnnhhhhh!  Jesus Christ, Eric!  We're on a public freeway!  What if
someone thinks we really need help and stops?"

There was no comment, just the slurping sounds that a guy makes when he is
really enjoying someone else's cock, combined with the sound of traffic
whizzing by the open window.

"Auggghhhhhh!  That feels so fucking good!"  Eric was incredibly good at
this, and I was having a big conflict between what I wanted and what might
happen if I got it.

That comment was followed immediately by another from me. "Shit!  There's a
car stopping in front of us!  Now he's backing up!  Eric!  Stop right now!"

He paused briefly. "I'm not going to stop, so you better cum."

"Sweet Jesus, Eric!  I don't cum on demand!  He's getting out of his car!
Christ, Eric, he's a cop!  It's not a cop car, but he's a cop!  Uhhhhhh!
What are you doing?"

As I frantically watched the cop get out of his car and start our way, Eric
was running his tongue around the head of my cock in some new magic way.  I
was going out of my mind with both fear and pleasure and started dumping my
load of cum into his eager mouth with no way of stopping it.

"Uhhhhnnnggg!  OK, I was wrong!  I just came on demand!  Get up!  He's
nearly here!"

Eric sat up and I buttoned my pants just before the cop walked up to the
window.  My summer tan had turned a bright shade of red.

"Anything I can help you with?  I'm off duty, but I wanted to make sure
everything is OK."

"Thanks for stopping, dude," Eric replied.  "The accelerator got stuck, but
I've got it fixed now.  The mat jams up underneath of it sometimes."

"OK, buddy," our rescuer replied, smiling broadly.  "Have a great day."

Eric was actually chuckling!  Once the cop was safely back in his car, Eric
was laughing out loud.  I could not believe what had just happened!

"Accelerator my fucking ass!", I shouted.  "The only thing accelerating was
my heart rate!  Christ, Bro!  I could handle doing something like that with
some guy watching who wanted to watch, but that was a bit much!
Furthermore, you've got my cum on your chin!  If he didn't see that, I'll
eat my hat!  He didn't believe a word you said!"

That just made him laugh harder.  Getting himself more or less under
control, Eric replied, "You just have to learn to live on the edge, dude.
Now tell me, did the prospect of being discovered make it more exciting?
It did for me.  Your ongoing description of what was happening outside the
car was a real turn-on for me."

I looked over at Eric's shorts.  There was a huge wet spot over on the left
side where his cock was still in the process of shrinking.  The big shit
had gotten off hands-free just from the excitement!  I looked at his
grinning face in disbelief.

"You are amazing!  Just when I think I have you figured out, you pull
something entirely new!"  Now I was the one who was laughing.

"Hey dude, the day is young.  We may have more surprises before it's over.
As you know from experience, the nude beach is a fine place for surprises."

He pulled back into traffic and almost immediately took the exit for the
park.

When we took off our shorts and put them in his pack at the edge of the
clothing optional area, my cock was quite soft.  I was still so
shell-shocked from the freeway incident that I didn't think it would ever
get hard again.

Eric ran his hand over the new growth of hair on my head.

"I miss the Mohawk," he said.

In spite of my promise to Eric to keep it forever, my Mohawk haircut would
not have gone over well with the school officials in our small conservative
town.  Dad had been great to give it to me in the first place, and I sadly
let him cut it off.  I would soon be back to my more normal wiry dark brown
crew cut.  For now, the crew cut was just a little shorter than usual.

"I'm sorry I had to get rid of it," I said, "but I know you understand the
issues."

"You bet I understand, Bro," he said as he put an arm around my shoulders.
"Sometimes we have to make concessions for society, but there are some
concessions that you and I aren't going to make."

He was right.  We had been living a charmed life that summer with respect
to conflict.  The charm couldn't last forever.  However, I was determined
not to dwell on that.  Those things would be addressed when necessary, and
I knew Eric and I would help each other through those times.

Because it was Wednesday and the weather was not quite perfect, there were
just a few people scattered about on the main beach.  As we walked upriver
towards the part of the beach where the gay guys hung out, the population
increased a little.  As usual, in addition to some individuals just
enjoying the beach, there were couples and small groups talking or playing
with Frisbees or footballs.  There was a little kissing and hand-holding
going on here and there as well.  I took Eric's hand as we walked along.

"It's so peaceful and relaxing here," I observed after we had moved into
the more secluded area where I had met Eric several weeks earlier.  "This
is one of the few places where guys like us can really relax and be
themselves."

"You're right, Bro.  Now if you look up ahead there, you'll see a couple of
guys really enjoying each other."

The beach was narrower here, just a few feet wide, but at intervals the
woods gave way to grassy areas suitable for couples to share time in
relative privacy.  We were approaching one of these spots and about to
invade the privacy of two guys on a blanket, about 100 feet away, who were
doing something I had heard about but had never seen.

I stopped, mesmerized by the two guys.  "We better turn around and not
interrupt them," I whispered, although that was definitely not what I
wanted to do."

"It's OK, Bro.  They know we're here," Eric replied quietly.  "I noticed
them a few seconds ago.  The one on top looked this way and smiled.  We're
not a threat."

We walked on along the beach.  As we got closer, I could see that the guy
on the bottom, a blonde copy of Eric with the biggest boner I had ever
seen, appeared to be in a trance.  His legs were spread wide.  The guy
kneeling forward between his legs was a dark, black-haired Latino not more
than a year older than me.  The Latino was slowly, gently and methodically
screwing the blonde in the ass.  With every thrust, his hard stomach pulled
in and his muscular ass cheeks tightened.  The beautifully developed
muscles across his smooth shoulders and back rippled in the soft reflected
light.  His back and ass cheeks were bathed in sweat, both because of the
exertion and because of the humid day.

A steady flow of cum was spreading over the blonde guy's stomach from his
own hard cock.  As we got closer, the Latino began to groan.  His thrusts
became slower and deeper.  I could see that his cock was bare, and I knew
he was filling the blonde guy with his cum.  With a final groan and thrust,
and an expression on his face almost of pain, he collapsed on his buddy.
As we passed, they were kissing, still joined together.  I could see cum
dripping out of the blonde guy's asshole below the Latino's cock.

I was silent as we walked on up the beach, still holding hands.  My cock
was no longer soft, to say the least.  That spell had been broken.  Eric's
was hard too.  He was also silent, letting me absorb what I had seen.

We stopped at the next grassy opening and silently spread our blanket.  We
sat down side by side looking at the river.

I broke the silence.  "We've never talked about going all the way.  It
seems pretty intense.  Do you think we'll do it some day?"

"Sure we will, when the time is right."

"Should we have some condoms around just in case?  I've heard that it's
important to have condoms for protection whenever you have sex like that."

"You and I won't need condoms."

That stopped me in my tracks.  I looked at him, puzzled.  This information
contradicted what I understood about safe sex in general.  Not that I
thought Eric's cock had been in dangerous places - he had good judgment -
but it was just a general principle.

"Why not?"

"I know that safe sex is important, Ty, but you need to know a little more
about me.  I know that to you I seem sexually experienced, and in a way I
am.  But two years ago, I had no more experience than you do.  I've gotten
my rocks off several times watching guys screw like the two we just
watched, but I've never had anal sex with anyone in either direction, and I
know you haven't either.  One of these days, you and I are going to be two
virgins trying to figure out how the hell to do it.  And from this point
on, I know neither one of us is going to do that with anyone else."

I looked over at Eric.  I had to think about that for a minute.  I had to
think about Eric at 15, or actually just 16, two years before.  I had never
thought about him being other than in the present.  It was an interesting
thing to think about.  About Eric having a first time.  About Eric being as
nervous as I had been.  About Eric becoming comfortable with himself and
his sexual orientation.

I reached over and gave him a big kiss.  I smiled and said, "You're on,
Bro.  But we better carry some lubricant or we'll be two frustrated virgins
for sure."

He smiled at me.  "I'm with you on that.  However, for the moment, if
you're as hard as I am, we need to do something about it.  I've got a
suggestion."

He lay down on his back and pulled me on top of him.  He pulled my head
down, and soon our tongues were playing tag with each other.  I always
loved that, and it always got me really hot.

"OK, now turn around on your hands and knees with your knees by my head and
your hands by my hips."

I quickly complied, getting the idea immediately.

"Now see that thing in front of your face? Do whatever comes to mind, but
remember, I'm going to be doing the same thing to yours."

I leaned down and took the head of his cock in my mouth.  As I did, he
reached around my waist for stability and did exactly the same thing.  I
moved down his cock with my mouth just as my cock disappeared into his
mouth.  I backed off and licked his cock with my tongue as he did the same
thing.  It was almost like sucking myself off, something I had tried to do
but didn't have the flexibility to accomplish.  I stopped, breathing
heavily.  It was very different from just giving or getting pleasure.  It
was like instant feedback.

I swallowed him completely.  I wanted to cry out as he swallowed me as
well, but I realized that this was going to be a silent activity, and I
needed to concentrate on what I was doing.  I went to work on his cock for
a while thinking both about what would please him and what would please me
if he did it.  I began to understand doing and feeling at the same time,
and it made everything even more intense.

He stopped briefly, and I did as well.

"Don't look now," he said softly, "but we've got a watcher, and we know
him.  It's surfer dude from the toll booth.  Does that bother you?"

"No, I think it's cool," I whispered back.  "Shall we give him a show?"

"It's OK with me if it's OK with you.  Do you want me to let him know he's
welcome to stick around?"

"Yes."

As I went down on Eric again, I felt one hand leave my hips briefly as he
waved a friendly greeting to surfer dude.  He was most likely smiling his
best killer smile as well.

I began to understand why those other guys didn't mind us watching.  It
added a new dimension when someone was watching and you knew it.  Eric was
right; I needed to learn to live on the edge.  Now, besides concentrating
on what I was doing and feeling, I was also thinking about being watched.
I think it made my cock even harder, and I think it made Eric's cock bigger
as well.

Trying to concentrate on what I was doing was becoming more difficult.  It
was like my body and Eric's were fused together into one big pleasure
machine.  I realized I couldn't hold off any longer.  As I began to cum, I
wanted to cry out, but Eric began to spew down my throat at the same time.
It was like we were fused together and recycling cum right through each
other.  For a minute, I completely forgot about surfer dude.

The first thing I did after we were done cumming was to spin around and
give Eric a big kiss so that we could share our cum with each other.  Then
I rolled over on my side to take a breath and look for surfer dude.  He was
about 20 feet away, watching transfixed, absent-mindedly rubbing his cock
through his white board shorts.  He completely fit the surfer dude image.
He was a couple of inches shorter than me, but a little stockier, probably
about 160 pounds.  His dark tan set off his medium length blonde hair
perfectly.  His abs were nearly as perfect as Eric's, and his stomach was
hard as a rock.  He had the beginnings of a light blonde trail leading into
his shorts.

"Hey buddy, I remember you.  Come and join us," I said, patting the blanket
beside me.

I could see the conflict between fear and desire in his eyes.

"Come on over and chat with us, dude," Eric said, smiling.

Desire won out.  Slowly, he walked over and sat down beside me as close to
the edge of the blanket as he could, his arms around his knees as if to
protect himself.  Instinctively, I knew Eric was expecting me to take the
lead on this.  I was the least threatening of the two of us, and he had
seen me before - all of me."

"I'm Ty, and this is Eric," I said, offering my hand.

"I'm Zach," he said nervously, shaking my hand.

"I'm happy to meet you, dude," Eric said with a smile as he shook Zach's
hand.

Zach wrapped himself in his arms again.

"I'm 15.  I'll be 16 in a couple of weeks.  Eric's 18.  How old are you?" I
inquired.

"I just turned 16 last spring," he replied.

Now it was time to make him comfortable.

"Cool!  You and I have met a few times before in passing.  I gave you quite
a show a couple of weeks ago.  It wasn't quite as good as the one you got
to see right now, but it was a little more unexpected," I said, smiling a
little ruefully to inject some humor.

Zach actually smiled.  "Yeah, that was an experience I won't forget.  A
couple of drivers won't forget it either.  I had a hard time making change
for about 10 minutes or so."

I laughed softly.  "I really apologize for creating that situation in the
first place.  Sometimes I get these crazy ideas, and I just don't have the
sense not to put them into action."

"It's OK, dude," he said.  His arms had dropped to the blanket.  He was
loosening up a little.

"Have you been to this beach before?"  I asked, adding, "I haven't been
here often.  My first time was just a couple of months ago.  That's the day
I met Eric."

"No, this is my first time here.  I'm pretty nervous about it all."

"Don't be, dude," Eric said.  "Everyone here is cool."

Now I was looking for a way to get him out of his pants.  "We're gonna jump
in and cool off a bit.  Wanna join us?"

Eric and I got up and started for the water, looking at Zach.  Zach joined
us.

"Why not leave your shorts on the blanket," I said.  "Everybody swims naked
here."

"Yeah, dude, skinny dipping is the greatest," Eric added, giving Zach his
best charming smile.

The conflict was back in Zach's eyes, and this time it was between modesty
and being one of the guys.  He hesitated only briefly and decided to be one
of the guys.  He was missing his tan where his shorts had been, revealing
that nudity hadn't been in his vocabulary before.  He was being really
brave.

We waded out into water up to our waists and then dove into the deeper
water.  Eric and I did our usual wrestling around, and after a minute or
so, I swam up behind Zach, grabbed him, and wrestled him under the water.
He quickly joined in the fun, which included a bit of ass grabbing and
feeling up.  Zach had a good boner now, and he seemed to be happy when it
got a little attention.  It seemed like sexual play was less threatening
under water.

As we started to walk out of the water, I shot Eric a questioning glance
and got an affirmative nod.  Communication is easy when you're soul mates.

I stopped in about two feet of water, putting my arm around Zach's
shoulders playfully.  I rubbed his hard stomach briefly and then grabbed
his cock and stroked it a little.  His cock was just a little longer than
either mine or Eric's, but it was slender like mine.  I loved his
almost-invisible trail that ended a neat patch of trimmed blonde pubic
hair.  I could feel the fear vs. desire conflict in his shoulders.  Desire
won out again.  He relaxed.  I maneuvered him so he was facing away from
the shore, and knelt in the water in front of him.  It was a replay of the
day I met Eric except my role had changed.

"This is my first time doing anything like this," Zach revealed.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to," I replied.  "Stop me if you
aren't comfortable."

"OK," he whispered.

I stroked his cock gently for a few seconds.  Eric had moved around behind
him, so when I took his cock into my mouth and his knees buckled, he found
himself leaning comfortably against Eric's strong chest.

"Uuunnnhhhh!"

"OK, buddy?"

"Oh yeah, dude!  It feels great!"

He was getting into this quickly.  Obviously he was more ready for sex than
I had been.  Grabbing him by the hips, I teased the head of his cock a
little with my tongue, getting a few gasps of pleasure in response.  Eric
was stroking his chest and stomach gently, and playing with his nipples.
Time to get serious.  I swallowed his cock to the base.

"Uuunnnggghhhh!  Oh fuck, Ty, that is unreal."

My mouth moved slowly up and down the length of his cock as he continued to
lean against Eric.  One of Eric's hands was moving up and down his stomach
and chest and tracing the trail from time to time, and I realized the other
was playing with his asshole.  I knew when Eric's finger had reached inside
and found its goal.

Zach's whole body jerked.  "Uuunnnhhhh!  Shit dude, that is so good!"

I have to admit Zach had a lot more staying power than I did the first
time.  I used the techniques I had used on Eric the time I did him in the
rain.  I listened to Zach's breathing and kept myself aware of the tension
in his ass muscles.  I played with the tip of his cock with my tongue, then
took in a few inches, then swallowed the full length before backing off to
keep him from cumming.  I varied the speed and the rhythm occasionally to
keep him off guard.  I took his moans of pleasure as a clue to continue
with what I was doing.

This went on for about two or three minutes before he couldn't stand it any
longer.  Grabbing my head with both hands, he repeatedly thrust his cock
into my mouth and down my throat like a wild man, moaning constantly.  As I
had done with Eric, I just relaxed and let him do what he wanted.  Zach
must have been saving up his cum for weeks.  I couldn't take it all, and
before he was done it was all over both of us and floating on the water.

As he leaned back against Eric recovering, I stood up.  I didn't want to
push him too far, but I had another idea.  Still supporting Zach, Eric
leaned a little to one side as I gave him a big kiss, sharing with him the
taste of Zach's cum, just a little muskier than Eric's.  Zach stepped a
little to one side and watched us.  Then he demonstrated that he was made
of pretty strong stuff.

"I wanna try that too," he said.

I turned to him and planted my face on his, sticking my tongue inside.  I
could tell this was a new one for him as well, but he picked up on it very
quickly.  Our tongues tangled for a few seconds before I leaned back and
grinned at him.

He grinned back, and then turned to Eric.

"I wanna do that with you too, dude," he said with a big smile.

Eric was happy to oblige, and it was incredibly hot watching them kiss as I
ran my hand over Zach's back and Eric's ass.

"Ever tasted your cum before?" I asked as they broke off the kiss.

"No I haven't.  It tastes kind of salty and pretty good."

"Dude, you are one tough cookie," I said.  "You did more for your first
time than I ever could have considered.  You're a real stud all the way
around."

He grinned broadly, and I have him a big hug.

"Now, let's get back out into the deep water and clean up a bit."

The three of us swam, joked and laughed for about ten minutes before Zach
said he had to go.  I understood.  He needed to be alone to think about
everything that had happened.

Eric and I came out of the water a few minutes later.  Zach's shorts were
still there.  We looked at each other and started laughing just as Zach
came back around the corner grinning sheepishly.

"I didn't realize I was missing my shorts until I saw a couple of girls
further down the beach," he said.  "It was only then that I realized how
exposed I was."

We shared a good laugh before Zach said goodbye and left again, this time
with his shorts on, hugging us both as he left.

Eric and I sat down on the blanket.  He put his arm around me.

"You done good Ty," he said with deliberately bad grammar.  "I've hinted at
doing something like this, and I think we're both cool with it as long as
we're both there.  You were very sensitive about where Zach was coming
from.  You read the signals very well, and you gave him a really good first
time with everything he could handle.  I'm really proud of you."

It felt very good to have Eric's approval.  Nothing could have been more
important.  I gave him a big kiss.

"Thanks, Bro.  And thanks for being such a good mentor."