Date: Mon, 28 Sep 2015 21:51:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Nude Beach Discovery

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We discovered that there was a nude beach nearby almost by accident. On an
early-morning run, four hard, pounding, muscle-slaying miles along the wet
packed sand as the tide rolled out. With three branches of our big extended
family sharing two beach houses down here on the Outer Banks, aunts and
uncles and parents and cousins of various ages, these runs were about the
only time we could get to ourselves, a chance to reconnect, catch up after
a semester apart at our respective schools. Maybe sneak down to the main
beach late at night with some beers and a joint to chill.

As we rounded the point, I barely noticed the sign, but it was Cade who
noticed the conspicuous absence of beachwear on the swimmers and sunbathers
on this stretch of beach.

"Oh," he said, suddenly pulling up, panting, trying not to stare. I stopped
a few feet ahead, looking back to see what was up, and then I noticed where
he was staring, or trying not to stare, and stifled a laugh.

"`Oh' is right, dude," I chuckled, noticing the furious blush on his
handsome face. He was always a bit shy, easy to embarrass, and it was damn
cute on the big studly football player. I gave his sweaty abs a smack as I
ran back past him, away from the nude beachgoers, filing this piece of info
away for further reference.

When I suggested to him after breakfast that this might present an
opportunity to get away from the rowdiness of our family a bit more, he
blushed bright red and immediately objected.

"Hear me out, bud," I grinned. "No way any of these guys would go anywhere
near a nude beach. And it's technically 'clothing-optional', so you don't
have to go bareass. C'mon, sack up, let's go scope it out. This could
work."

I'll admit, I'd always had a way of talking him into things. Because I knew
him real well, knew that it often took a bit of a push to get him over his
interior objections to something that I knew for sure he would enjoy. That
would enrich his life. I was 18 months younger but in many ways the leader
of our two-man pack, had been since we were kids, and that was OK by me. We
always had fun. A lot of fun. And more and more, as we got older, the kind
of fun that required a lot of alone time with one another. Now, I could see
he was thinking of the nude beach opportunity from that particular
perspective, and with that slow, goofy smile of his, I knew we were about
to have an adventure. I fucking love an adventure.

So we rolled down to the beach, finding it all but deserted. A few old and
wrinklies, walking along with dogs or in couples, as if being butt-ass
naked on a North Carolina beach at the height of summer was the most
natural thing in the world. And since they called themselves naturists, to
them, I guess it was. We were the youngest people there by several decades,
I guessed, and not to brag or anything, but far and away the hottest. Two
big, young college boys, him an offensive lineman for an SEC powerhouse, me
a former high school tight end who'd kept up the training regimen even
though the hardest thing I hit now were the books. We looked good, I'll go
ahead and say it. Big, strong muscled bodies. Powerful athletes'
thighs. Proud, muscular butts, and mine in particular got a lot of
attention from all kinds of people.

It was definitely Cade's favorite feature of mine, besides my lips and my
big dick, all of which I'd been eagerly sharing with him since I was 15 or
16, letting my big brother discover himself with me. Teenage brother
fooling-around that had lasted, somehow, into our college days. He had a
girlfriend back at school, some pretty little Christian babe who'd let him
get to third base but no further, and that was OK with him. OK by me too,
because it meant that I got the best of his loads, got to experience that
big, chunky lineman's cock of his filling me up whenever we could find the
time alone to get at each other. Me, I was having fun fucking around with
dudes up at UVA, but I always made sure my big bro Cade got the best of my
attentions.

We staked out our spot, laid out or towels and the cooler full of beer, and
laid out, talking, checking out the vibe, enjoying the warm breezes, the
sun on our skin, the sounds of the ocean. Since I was always the bolder
one, after a little while, I casually shucked my board shorts, and really
enjoyed the feel of the sun all over my naked bod. It was kind of amazing,
and I started to throw a bit of wood from the new sensation of being
bareass in the open like this, the warm wind caressing my big cock and
balls. I chuckled as I saw it rising, while Cade looked mortified behind
his sunglasses. So out of deference to his sensibilities, I rolled over and
tanned my muscled ass for awhile.

30 minutes later, he'd clearly been working himself up to it, and I watched
him as he undid his own shorts and stripped them down. Underneath, he was
wearing a Speedo, something I'd never seen on him before. He looked damn
fine in it, and I felt my big dick growing again as I surveyed him. He saw
me watching, gave a slightly embarrassed grin, then turned over, tucked the
little suit up between his cheeks, and started tanning his big, white,
hairy muscle ass. I had to chuckle - it was goofy, endearing, and sexy as
fuck all at once. Totally Cade, in other words.

I let another 15 minutes go by before I started to work on him.

"Bro, you're going to have the dumbest-looking tanlines if you keep that
up," I chuckled. "They're going to rag on you nonstop in the locker
room. Just slip the fuckin' suit off, dude. Nobody out here to see ya. Just
me, brother."

I gave him a wink, and after some consideration, he heaved out a put-upon
sigh, lifted his hips, and clumsily tried to wriggle out of it. I grinned,
looked to make sure we were alone, and leaned over to help. Maybe a little
more handsy than was strictly necessary, definitely more on the copping a
feel of my big brother's smokin' bod side of things, but we got it off of
him. Fuck, I'd missed seeing his big, sexy, naked jock body, and as I lay
on my side, my big hardon showed him how much I liked the sight. He rolled
his eyes, but smiled, and turned on his own side, showing me that big
lineman cock of his, eight inches of powerhouse jock dick, the head glazing
his cute little bellybutton with pre. I nodded slowly, giving him a slow,
lusty, appreciative once-over from head to toe and back again.

For the first time ever, Cade surprised me. He looked around, verified that
not only was the beach basically empty, but that we were conveniently
semi-hidden by a sand dune. Then he hoisted his big hot bod closer, slid
his big ballplayer hand down the muscles of my tanned back, cupping my big,
hard, round glute, and pulled me into him. The kiss was slow at first,
nice, a getting-reacquainted kiss that transitioned easily into a deeper,
hotter, wetter, hungrier one. I slung one muscled thigh over his, an arm
around his broad muscular back, and kissed him back. Apart from a quick one
we'd managed to sneak in under the house two nights ago, followed by a
covert brother blowjob that had made his toes curl and his big balls fire
off a week's worth of hot jock brother cum down my throat, this was our
first real brotime in months. Our big, hard cocks pressed wetly together as
we explored each other's mouths, gloriously naked and entwined under the
big blue sky, caressed by the warm sea breeze.

Shooting my hot cum up his sweaty, sun-warmed abs and pecs while I rode
that big hard cock of his in the dunes was a first for us both. But he
liked it, loved it, and we came back often, the rest of that sexy, fun
family summer, to make long, hot, sweaty brother love on the beach. And for
once, big Cade was the one to discover it all first.