Date: Wed, 10 Feb 2016 11:40:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: a4f101@yahoo.com
Subject: The Sorta-Nude Beach

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*****

The beach was pretty spectacular, and I was so wrapped up in the warmth of
the sun on my skin, the fresh, salty breeze, the sound of the ocean, that I
didn't notice Uncle Dave had skinned down his shorts and was laying out
naked at first. I froze in place as I stared at his big, muscular
hairiness, the thickness of his former linebacker's bod. The way his ample
chest fur ruffled in the warm breeze was kind of hypnotic. He looked
perfectly content, at ease, in his element, big and powerful and handsome
as hell. I felt my dick starting to firm in my shorts.

"What's the matter, kid?" he asked with a smile, looking up at me. "Never
been to a nude beach before?"

I swallowed hard, shook my head. Tried not to stare.

"Well, not exactly a nude beach, I guess," he grinned. "But this time of
day, on a weekday? Nobody around to make you cover up, so why not enjoy
it?"

He was looking me up and down, frankly, appraisingly, in a way I wasn't
quite used to, yet. I mean, yeah, he'd done plenty of that last night, up
at the house - more than just looking. Feeling the tickle of his thick
beard on my clean-shaven face as we kissed for the first time, his big,
strong hands running over the muscles packed under my smooth young skin,
the feel of that fat cock of his, hard as steel against the big muscle of
my thigh as I fell into my first kiss with him. All of it was still pretty
new to me, and don't get me wrong, I fucking loved it, craved more of it,
and was sure there would be more of it to come in the week ahead. But I was
still adjusting to it all. Still processing the transition from my feverish
fantasies into the amazing reality of sex with men. Big, powerful, hunky,
hairy, man-loving men like my Uncle.

"Why don't you join me, big guy?" he said in his rich, warm voice. He
nodded at my board shorts, and I looked around, ensuring we really were
alone on this rugged stretch of coastline. Nothing but us and the
seagulls. My hand hovered at the drawstring of my shorts, uncertain, and he
reached over casually to stroke the big muscles of my calf, squeezing,
giving an approving grunt. I was built big like him, just starting out my
college playing career, and I hoped I was carrying the genes that had made
him so big. So far, it was looking good.

I sucked in a deep breath - I don't know why I was so nervous, I'd been
naked around guys in locker rooms more than half my life, had been very
naked with him last night, and my fairly limited experience so far had
proved that I did enjoy being admired by other dudes, and admiring them in
return. We were on our own out here, why the fuck not? So I smiled, undid
the drawstring, peeled the velcro fly open, and dropped my shorts.

Uncle Dave nodded approvingly, giving me another once-over, nice and slow,
that made my dick throb fully upright. I stood there and let him admire me,
my late-teenage power, the way my own chest hair was starting to really
come in, the big, strong muscles of my powerhouse baller body. When he
leaned in and kissed my big, chunky quad - I'd learned it was possible to
be a leg man and be into dudes, and glad to know I wasn't the only one with
a thigh fetish - I moaned and cupped the back of his head. He growled
approvingly, and ran the wide, wet thickness of his tongue from my knee to
my hip. Goddamn, it felt good. The scratch of his beard on my warm, naked
skin was amazing, unbelievable, still so fresh and exciting, even after
hours of feeling it as we rolled and groped and entwined together last
night.

I sank to my knees, straddling his big hairy thigh, my balls and taint
riding the big bulge of his own quad, and we leaned in to kiss. This was so
fuckin' exciting, doing this right out here on the beach, being men
together. So powerful, primal. I knew I'd never feel guilty about my
desires, my fantasies, ever again. I'd learned so much in such a short
time, and I was eager to continue learning. I wanted to be like Dave one
day, happy and hunky and horny, successful, entertaining hot young dudes in
my own little piece of paradise like this. I had much to learn from him.

Dave maneuvered me closer, sliding my ass down his big thigh, until my big
hard cock pressed hotly into the side of his muscled stomach. His tongue
probed my mouth, and invited me to do the same, and we lost ourselves in
the deep, wet, spit-sharing kiss, letting our natures take over as we
explored mouths and bodies. His big ex-baller paws kneaded the big, rounded
muscles of my ass so expertly, teasingly, and though he'd shot two loads up
my ass last night, and I was still feeling the tingling edge of rawness on
my puffy young hole, I was ready for more. Ready to ride the big cock that
had grown so quickly down here, now standing proud and thick in the ocean
breeze. It was hot as fresh-pressed steel in my hand as I wrapped my palm
around it and stroked a bead of precum up out of the tip. He growled into
my mouth. Smiled at me. Gave me a look of pride and love and lust that felt
like a punch in the guts, but in a good way, if that makes sense. Yeah, I
was crushing on him pretty hard, had been since I was a kid, but I was
learning that that was more than OK. It was amazing.

We were losing ourselves in another kiss when I felt another set of hands
squeezing, stroking my big muscled ass, the press of damp, fur-coated pecs
against my shoulders. A set of warm lips in the crook of my neck, making me
shiver. I turned and smiled at Dad as he grinned at me and his brother,
felt the thickness of his big, hard cock nestling into the cleft of my ass.

"If I'd known you boys were coming down to play, I would have gone for a
shorter swim," he murmured, before I tilted my head back to kiss him. Deep
and long, making Uncle Dave moan as he watched us. Apparently him and Dad
had been fantasizing about me for years now. Another exciting piece of new
knowledge to explore, which we were, very enthusiastically. Three big men,
keeping it in the family, and loving it. I watched as Dad leaned over me
and met his brother in an equally deep, wet, lusty kiss, the kind of kiss
they'd been sharing since they were much younger than me.

"Ah fuck, Dad... Dads," I moaned lustily, with a slight grin. Another thing
I'd discovered between the three of us last night, how hot it got us to
make Dave my other Dad when we were together. An incredible fantasy that we
planned to live out this entire week.

"Yeah, buddy," Dave growled as he kissed me again. "That's my big boy."

"So glad you guys made me," I moaned, getting deeper into the fantasy, and
I felt Dad throb double-hard in the cleft of my ass, his own muffled, lusty
moan as he kissed and licked all over my big bare shoulders and back. I
straddled Dave's lap, pressing our big, leaking cocks together as we
kissed, pushing my ass back to my father. It's a good thing we were all
alone out here, because as he slipped his big, son-making cock up inside my
tender ass, things got noisy. Got wet and sticky. Got very intimate, out
here in the open. We came together, repeatedly, openly, as family, and I
knew for damn sure that this was how I hoped I'd be living the rest of my
life. With my men, my Dads, and with any luck, a son of my own to share it
all with too.