This is a story I wrote so I could more fully explore the depths of love for my own penis. It's roughly based on stories that young coworkers would tell every Monday morning describing their libidinous adventures over the prior weekend. I embellished their tales and provided them back for their reading enjoyment. They encouraged me to publish, so here they are. Selfishly, I got to cum about twice per chapter while writing it! The pages are probably still a little sticky--sorry. Please write; I love feedback: brad_rent@yahoo.com.
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Chapter 19- An Admirer
I decided that since Lily was still busy having her massage- - and if I knew her, she was planning a little after-massage-massage,' if you know what I mean- - I would hit the buffet since I was starving; especially after the exertion' in the steam room just a little while ago.
I was in line at the pasta bar when one of the guys I had just jacked off with in the steam room appeared in line behind me. I recognized his face right off the bat but couldn't help but gaze down at his crotch bulge, curious to see if I could make out anything of that large erection he had when I last saw him.
"It was pretty hot in the steam room today, eh?" he asked, obviously from Canada somewhere, and obviously speaking in code that only he and I would understand just then.
"Yes it was," I answered with a satisfied smile.
We exchanged a few more pleasantries; since we'd ordered the same thing, our pasta was delivered at the same time.
"Are you with someone up here or do you want to sit together?" he asked. "My name is Wilson, by the way... my wife and I live near Jacksonville... how about you?
I introduced myself and shook hands, explained that I was a fellow Floridian, and that I was traveling with Lily on a well-needed break. I followed him to a table out on the ship's fantail right by the rail, pretty far from the nearest diners. The temps were perfect and the movement of the ship provided a real nice breeze.
Continuing with the theme of the steam room, Wilson continued, quietly, "I don't know about you, but I've always enjoyed jacking with other guys, ever since high school. Don't get me wrong- - I'd rather eat and fuck a sweet little cunt than anything else in the world, but there's nothing quite like strokin' with buds, especially in a hot, slimy steam room... but I'm guessing you've never done that before, the way you and your friend with the three balls bolted out of there after we all shot... true?
"Well, actually, that was a first for me..." I replied, "but I don't know about my friend- - I only met him a few days ago." I didn't let on that Brandon was part of the crew... I didn't know if he'd get in trouble if anybody found out he'd been in there showing off his balls to the paying passengers. "It was his idea to take the steam, and now that I look back, he seemed more used to what we all did together... or at least was more comfortable with a steam room full of boners than I was, but I've come to learn that he's sort of a sexual athlete- - you saw his balls- - so I wouldn't be surprised to find out that he's done that before; maybe many times.
Wilson chuckled. "It sort of reminds me of an experience I had back home... my wife and I love to go to a nude beach near our house. We went often enough that the guy that runs the food truck in the parking recognized us after we'd been going for a few months. He was always friendly and offered comments like welcome back... the rest of the crowd's gonna be jealous once that thing gets hard,' or watch out for the paparazzi- - a picture of that salami might go viral.' My favorite was Adam n Eve are back in the Garden of Eden.' His young helper, it ends up, was his son- - a kid in his late teens- - always acted embarrassed at his old man and his lewd comments. Obviously, we weren't the only people his father `cat-called;' he was an equal-opportunity wisecracker that picked on just about everybody as they headed across the dune to the beach... have you and Lily ever been to a nude beach?
"Absolutely!" I replied, perhaps more enthusiastically than I should have. "We had an absolutely scorching day at a nude beach just after we'd started dating. She drove the train' so to speak by doing the research, finding the location and scheduling the trip. She even went so far as to perform some much needed grooming of my pubic area- - a story for another time- - so that she could show me off on the beach. I guess it worked, because a mini-orgy happened right by us on the beach; before we were finished, a small crowd had formed nearby including two other couples that were also performing' to the appreciative audience.
"That's hot," said Wilson. "Well, our nude beach is nowhere near that wild, but that just might be because we never go on weekends. It's much tamer during the week probably... Is there a food truck near your beach?
"No... ours is at a national seashore and I guess they don't let vendors on the property, so we haven't had the opportunity to get heckled on our way through the parking lot.
"Well, I'm sure after I finish my story, you'll realize what you've been missing!
Wilson continued, "Invariably, after we'd get settled and naked, the food truck owner put his son in charge, I guess, and saunters down the beach like the rest of the beach wanderers, naked as a jaybird with his thick, Italian cock and low-hanging ball-sack swinging to and fro- - except for his sneakers... I never saw him without his sneakers... he took a special liking to my wife, as he always stopped and made small talk while ogling her beautiful tits and shaved snatch. It wasn't just her, mind you. He made a point of stopping to talk to all the young, naked girls whether they were with guys or not. He was just sort of a harmless, interesting dude that liked ogling naked girls. Usually while chatting, however, he'd casually adjust his cock and balls- - I think he liked the girls watching him handle his junk- - and the result was he'd grow about a half-chub hard-on for the time he was talking with each girl. After a short conversation, he'd stand up and wander down the beach to the next hottie- - dick swaying like before. Like the rest of us, he liked showing off hard.
"Well, one day," Wilson continued, "we walked up to the truck and the son was the only one we could see. Figuring that dad was out cruisin' the beach, we greeted the son- - who was an absolute Italian Adonis, by the way... his dark wavy hair, green eyes and muscular build that always made my wife especially horny. While waiting for our shaved ices- - and my wife ogled his tight butt while he worked- - we asked where his dad was.
"'Well, he's in court today,' said the son. I told him dozens of times to keep his pants on until he was across the dune and to just leave em over there so he could put em back on before he came back to the truck. He complained that he didn't like leaving his pants on the beach or carrying them while he walked, so he usually just left em here in the trailer and wandered over the dune for his naked walks. Last week when he came back from a stroll, the cops busted him in the parking lot... they don't bother the people on the beach, but they're not happy about naked people with semi-erect penises wandering around in their parking lot... busted!
"Feeling sorry for his dad, we took our shaved ices and headed over the dune. Not long after we settled, here came the son, wandering the beach just like dad, but in his case, this young stud was completely naked- - no sneakers; no nothin'- - and, also just like his father, was working the beach, ogling all the young girls. One difference was that he wasn't as gregarious as his father, so he didn't stop to make small talk except to just a very few people- - including us. It was pretty obvious he was only interested in the cutest girls on the beach and my wife felt very special! Another difference was that while squatting down to chat the girls up, he'd usually grow a full-on woodie that made it hard for him to stand up. This resulted in longer conversations than we'd ever had with his dad. His Italian heritage was evident in the cock department and, I might add, while he was ogling the girls, believe me, they were staring right at his impressive boner and fat, shaved balls with just as much lust in their eyes.
"Like I said, I've been jacking with guys since high school, and in my experience, here was a true world-class boner worthy of ogling, whether you're a man or woman. Not only was it long and thick, but the slight upward curve and large, plumb head made it a truly elegant and intimidating piece of man meat. He was different from his father, however, in that we never saw him touch himself. While chatting, his dick would grow to full mast and stay there while he talked. But once he stood up and moved on, it would subside to a semi-flaccid state and sway to and fro while he walked until he stooped down to talk with the next `candidate.' He never had to touch it to get hard. Awesome.
"My wife would always comment on how turned on she was after these little chats and invariably, I'd get at least a hand job right there on the beach before heading home. Once or twice, if the crowd was a little thinner and more dispersed, she'd suck me off.
"I'm thinking this nude beach was fast becoming one of your favorite places to spend lazy afternoons," I offered.
"You've got that right," replied Wilson. "We found ourselves heading over there pretty regularly whenever we both had some time off together. However, sometimes my wife would have a meeting at work or would be out of town and I'd have the burning desire to head to the nude beach and see what was happening on my own. My wife said she didn't mind me going alone, as long as I told her everything that happened when I got home or saw her next.
"As usual, the food truck dude or his son would comment about me being alone when I walked by, but I didn't think it was any different from the ordinary banter. I wandered down the beach ogling all the naked people and found a place near the single men's section of the beach. It was my experience that the couples felt uncomfortable when single men plopped down near them and I didn't want to offend anyone, so off I went to the `stag' section. The first few times I went alone, it was obvious that many of these single men were gay and cruising for a hookup. Indeed, I'd seen full-on fucking in this section of the beach... I just wasn't into seeing or doing that in public... besides, I knew the cops tolerated nudity and probably jacking/sucking, but probably wouldn't abide public fucking. I usually separated from the obvious gay dudes to avoid the awkward propositions and found a secluded place up by the dunes or farther down the beach to strip down and get some sun.
"Don't get me wrong... I enjoyed watching the scenery walk by and/or bask in the sun, and I was used to getting a boner when something arousing was nearby, and also didn't mind jacking that boner with other dudes that were like-minded- - at least from a distance. In fact, some of my most intense cums were on that beach watching various couples engaged in sexual activities. I never got directly involved, but got intense satisfaction watching and jacking to the action- - like I explained earlier, I'm a `born-again' masturbator and can bone up just about anywhere if the scenery is right.
"I know it's taking me a long time to tell this story, but the background is important to understand what happened next... and what I'm going to propose to you when I'm done with my story.
"I'm not bored at all," I replied, wondering just what he had in mind at the end. "I love hearing about naked people doing everything that naked people do... please continue. In fact, I've had to adjust myself a couple times to keep from being embarrassed by my raging boner here. I'm glad no one is sitting near us.
"That's good, because I'm hard just remembering my times on that beach. Well, anyway..." Wilson continued, "...one day I was back up the beach and ended up setting up my chair among about 3 or 4 other guys between a couple of dunes that screened us from the rest of the beach. It rained the night before and walking up, I noticed that my footprints showed the trail I'd followed to this place- - mine being the only ones I could see; I was reminded of the moon where the astronaut footprints showed that they were the first and only people to ever step there. I had bought a sandwich at the food truck for lunch; after finishing it, I laid back to soak up the gentle heat of the sun. I guess I fell asleep.
"I woke with a start; checking my watch, I discovered I'd been out for almost 40 minutes. I don't remember dreaming, but I soon realized that I was sporting a raging boner that was throbbing like I'd had it for quite some time. All the other guys that were there when I settled down had left and I was pretty much alone. It was when I was turning over onto my stomach to hide my hard-on that I noticed other footprints crossing and then merged with mine. They seemed to stop about 3 feet from my chair where it was obvious they'd loitered for a while, facing my chair. Right between the two stationary footprints was a large slimy white puddle of what I assume was cum splattered around on the smooth sand. Someone had wandered up to where I lay asleep and jacked quite a load of goo right there on the beach not 3 feet from me!
"I expect you'd think that I was mortified somebody could walk right up and jack off that close to me while I slept. And I guess I was sort of stunned at my reaction as well, but in any case, I found the circumstances very arousing. In fact, my already inflated cock throbbed to blue-steel hardness and I wanted to jack off a load right there and then. And I would have, if not for the overwhelming desire to find someone who had witnessed it to see what really happened. But there was absolutely no one around who could or would have seen anybody approach my chair- - at least no one still there when I awoke. I tried to trace the steps to see if my `bater had been one of the dudes I settled near when I plopped down an hour earlier, but all their tracks led straight out to the beach from where they'd been planted in their chairs... none traced their way laterally over to me. Whoever wandered up had come from and returned straight to and from the waterline set of tracks... it seemed sort of like they knew where to find me.
"When I calmed down a bit- - and my cock finally subsided- - I packed up and left for the parking lot. I looked real close at everyone's reactions when I walked by, but no one indicated anything more than the usual glance my way... no knowing smiles or winks or thumbs up or anything else out of the ordinary.
"I slipped on my shorts as I crossed the dune and headed to my car. All the way home, I pondered this little episode with my hard dick straining to get out of my shorts. When I got home and described it to my wife, she also seemed turned on by the anonymity of it. As I told my story, she noticed I was hard; she lowered my zipper and freed my cock just about the time I told her I woke up to the slimy white puddle near my chair. Right then and there, we had some of the best sex we've ever had reenacting that scene in our minds. Needless to say, we were anticipating something similar the next time we went to the nude beach together. In fact, we sought out a secluded place like that and even pretended to be asleep a couple of times, trying to entice someone to sneak up on us.
"It was a couple weeks later when we put two and two together and figured out who my admirer had been that day. As usual, we'd stopped at the food truck and got our usual shaved ices. While our older friend made change, he said `my son said he enjoyed talking to you a couple of weeks ago back by the dune, but you were alone that day and he was sorry he missed your wife... maybe she was busy that day?' When I replied that I hadn't spoken to him that day I was alone, his quizzical look made it dawn on me that his son was the one that had jacked off to my erected, sleeping self and had told his father that we'd spoken... unless I was talking in my sleep, I didn't say a word to the young stud- - at least not that day! After that, I looked forward to suggesting he try to reenact that for both me and my wife someday. I asked the father if his son was there but he was apparently in a class at the nearby community college. He was expected later that afternoon and my wife and I looked forward to the conversation we planned to have with him if he was here before we left.
"Man, that is a hot story... did you ever get a chance to talk with the kid again?" I asked, struggling to keep my rock-hard dick from betraying my arousal.
"No, but we've been anxious to repeat the experience the next time we found out about a nearby nude beach... by the way, I heard a part of the cruise line's private island is clothing optional... we're really looking forward to whatever action might happen there... do you and Lily want to join us?
"We wouldn't miss it for the world!" I replied. "It sounds like you and your wife are pretty open about `sharing' shall we say... I can assure you that Lily would jump at the chance to find ourselves naked and aroused by another like-minded couple. You should know that Lily's especially inclined, shall we say, to diddle your wife, if she's at all interested... is that too much information?
Wilson replied, "Actually no... she'd be pretty enthusiastic about doing that with Lily as long as we were both there to watch... and do each other; if you're also so inclined... is that too much information?
I squeezed my balls in silent reply. He seemed pleased and we were both busy adjusting our penises anticipating a `group grope' on the private island tomorrow. Remembering his earlier statement, I asked, "You mentioned something about your hot story leading up to a proposal of some kind... was that the proposition for getting together at the nude beach tomorrow or was there something else?
"Well, now that you mention it, I did have something else in mind for this afternoon if you're interested. It takes just a little more explaining if you have the time.
"I'm all ears!" I replied, anxious to hear about his plans for the rest of the afternoon.