The beach (closed)

[bjhass]

Life was looking good for BJ. A new job in a new city with all of the excitement that came with it. Having just graduated college in the mid west here was looking forward to the life on the beaches of southern California for more than one reason. Not the least of which was year round good weather. As a tri-athlete he maintained an impressive physique and was proud proud of it, which was another reason to like the warm weather. It gave him the opportunity to see as well as be seen, and he honestly didn't know which he was looking forward to more.
He had found a house, but wasn't able to move into it yet, so he was staying in a hotel conveniently located on the beach. His new job didn't start for another week so he had nothing but time. He considered using the hotel's pool, but decided to go for a run instead. Slipping into his running shoes and shorts he hit the breach and ran.
It felt great to run, his feet seemed to barely touch the sand, and the sound of the waves relaxed his body so he felt like he could run all day. The sea breeze felt good on his bare chest, so good in fact that he considered what it would be like to be totally naked and feel the breeze all over his body. It was tempting, he had often fantasized about exhibitionism but never actually done it. There were some people out on the breach, one girl in particular had drawn his gaze as he passed her and her dog, but they were few and far between. After about an hour of running he decided to stop.
Sweat dripped in beads down his body. Kicking his shoes off, he allowed the waves to wash over his feet. The water felt great. It was warmer than he expected too. He kicked his shorts off and tossed his clothes higher up on the beach before wading out into the water. Blood coursed through his veins, both from his physical exertions as well as the adrenalin rush of being naked in public for the first time in his life. Even if he had wanted to, it would have been difficult to prevent himself from getting an instant hard on. The waves swirled up over his waist, licking at his protruding dick. He resisted the urge to touch himself and allowed the elements to do the stimulating, but soon found himself getting weak in the knees.
Climbing back up to the sand he lay down on his back and tried to take deep breaths, hoping his raging hard on would calm itself at least too the point where he could run back to the hotel comfortably without a tent in his shorts. But he had a hard time not thinking about the self pleasure he was going to give himself once he got back. Being his first exhibition experience, he would have plenty to excite himself, but he wondered if he would ever repeat the act much less follow his fantasies too their full extent.
While his mind wandered his hand moved slowly across his hip until it cupped his balls and the base of his shaft. God he was excited. Could he pump a quicky out before anyone came along? Would he stop if some one did? He told himself to look around before getting in too deep, but the warm sun and sea breeze both felt so good. His eyes rolled back as his fingers wrapped around his shaft.

 

[McKenna]

Monica was a morning person. Even if she weren't a morning person, her dog, Bear, was; he always made sure she was up at o-dark-thirty every morning to take him for his morning constitutional. Monica didn't mind. Early mornings meant the beach was nearly deserted except for a few other dog-walkers and the occasional jogger. A deserted beach in SoCal was beautiful thing, in Monica's opinion.

This morning started out just like every other morning; she and Bear took their usual meandering route. She tossed his tennis ball into the waves, he fetched it, then took his time getting back to her as he stopped to smell this or sniff that. Monica looked for sea glass in the sand in between ball duty. It was during one such search, her eyes glued to the sand around her, when she crested a hill and saw in the near distance a man lying on the beach, naked. Nude. Bare as a newborn baby, but with one major difference: He was sporting a woody the likes of which Monica hadn't seen in a long, long time.

Monica ducked as quickly as she could. Had he seen her? Did he want to be seen?! What the hell was he doing on a public beach completely naked?! All these questions and more flitted through her head with lightning speed in the seconds following her impromtu "hit the deck" maneuver. And all the while her eyes remained glued to his raging hard on. OMG, she thought. He's touching it! She watched, transfixed, wondering if he was going to 'finish the job' right then and there.

Suddenly Bear came rushing past her dripping water and slobber as he held his tennis ball firmly between his teeth. He was heading straight for the naked man. Monica popped up at the same time she called, "Bear! Come!"

Bear ignored her.

Monica watched, horrified, as Bear made his way to the naked man, tail wagging as if to say, "Hiya! You new in town?"

Great, Monica thought. Just GREAT. My dog chooses a pervert with whom to make friends. Super! And with that, she marched after Bear. She did her best to try not to look at the man or his extremely lovely physique, but failed miserably. Who could blame her?! In a word? He was yummy. As she got closer, she called to Bear who finally got the hint -or had the inclination, it's hard to tell- and trotted over to her side. She turned then, and faced the ocean, the breeze cooling her burning cheeks. "I'm sorry about my dog," she called over her shoulder, averting her eyes. And then stuttered, "We'll, um, we'll just leave you alone now."

 

[bjhass]

BJ was so involved in his flourishing pleasure that he didn't notice the girl and her dog until she called out to the dog. The surprise caught him so off guard that at first he didn't know what to do. So he lay there, salt water glistening on his body in the light of the sunrise, a good five inches of his pulsing member protruding from the top of his fist. He thought about trying to cover himself, but knew that he would have a hard time considering how big it had become and now that he found himself in the situation he was surprised by the boost of confidence he felt. He also considered acting like he was just scratch himself, but she had been close enough for long enough that he knew he wouldn't be fooling anyone.

Besides, this was his fantasy wasn't it? Why not see how far it could go? He noticed that, although she was clearly embarrassed she hadn't ran away or called the cops. And was that a glint of desire he caught in her eye before she turned away?

"I don't mind the dog." He called back. "He is a magnificent animal. He must love coming down to the beach." BJ hurriedly tried to think of some way to extend the conversation because he was loving every second. The best he came up with was "Are you from around here? Because I'm new here and I was wondering if I go for a swim should I be worried about sharks?"

As he spoke his fingers absent mindedly tickled his balls. A drop of pre cum oozed out of the pulsing slit on top of his shaft. Was he going to far? Did she get as much pleasure out of watching as he did out of showing? Or was this disgusting to her? The best part for him was that he honestly didn't know which scenario turned him on more.

 

[McKenna]

Oh my God, she thought. He's still feeling himself!

"Umm, no sharks that I know of," she replied. "There is a nude beach around here," she sneaked a quick peek of him out of her peripheral vision before continuing, "Blacks Beach." Monica felt her cheeks warming anew. "Just a helpful hint... not that, you know, not that you're hard on the eyes or anything," she stuttered. Smooth, Monica. Very smooth. She rolled her eyes at herself. "I've never been, but..." she trailed off, at a loss for words. Bear shook his collar free of her grasp and wandered toward the ocean, bored with the conversation.

"Bear, come!" she called, but he ignored her, too intent on snuffling some seaweed. "I gotta go," she said, then turned her head and met his eyes straight on. "Blacks Beach," she reminded him with a smile, then let her gaze trail down his sculpted chest and abdomen to his hard cock and muscled thighs. Yum. "Thanks. You made my morning," she grinned, then scampered off after her apparently deaf dog.

 

[bjhass]

BJ stifled a chuckle at her use of 'hard on the eyes' then found himself suppressing a moan as he felt her eyes wander over his body. His grip on his shaft tightened and he nearly slipped into a pleasure induced coma before he realized she was walking away. Damn, he hadn't even asked for her name! At least he was sure our one thing, that she had all but invited him to a nude beach.

As she disappeared into the distance he again waded into the water, this time allowing his hands to join the waves in stroking his shaft until he came, the memory of her eyes on his body fresh in his mind.

Once he had finally softened enough to get dressed again he ran back to the hotel, hoping to catch up with her so he could set least get her name but apparently his masturbating had taken longer than he had expected because she was no where to be seen. Once he got to the hotel he showered, grabbed some breakfast and then went and spoke to the concierge. His questions about the nude beach elicited blushes from her, but she did give him a map with directions written on it.

The rest of the day was spent running random errands, finalizing plans and preparing for his new life. But he could not escape the memory of her face. The blush of embarrassment combined with the flush of excitement mixing and igniting a fire in him. If only he knew what time to expect her at the new beach. His only hope was to try the same time again the next day.

So early the next morning he found himself standing in a parking lot looking down a wooded trail that headed in the direction of the beach with a sign at its head. The sign clearly indicated that the trail lead to a clothing optional beach, then proceeded to elaborate on a whole list of rules, none of which interested him enough to keep him from jogging down the trail, his heart beating much faster than it should have for how slow he was running.

There had been a couple of cars in the parking lot, could either of them have belonged to her? Would she even come at all? Would he get meet other people or would they mostly keep their distance?

Once he finally reached the breach he was surprised to see that it was actually rather small, only about a mile away in either direction it was hemmed in by rocky cliffs. In the distance to his right he saw what looked like a couple laying out together wearing swim suits in the other direction he saw a few individuals spaced out from each other and exposing various amounts of skin. He felt warmed from his short jog so he decided to test the water.

He lay his towel down close to the end of the trail and left his shirt and shoes too. Once in the water he stripped his shorts off, holding them in his hand as here swam a bit. Again he found the undulating waves stimulating so when he climbed up onto the sand he was again sporting a woody.

Laying down on his towel, he forced himself not to touch himself because he honestly didn't know how long he was going to be there. Even so, the sea breeze was warm enough to keep him hard as it caressed his body.

 

[McKenna]

Monica couldn't get the thought of the handsome stranger and his equally captivating cock out of her mind. She'd been walking that beach regularly for quite some time, and never had she come across a naked anything. She couldn't explain why it excited her; maybe if it had been anyone else, it wouldn't have been so exciting, but the sight of that Adonis on the beach pleasuring himself? Hot. Hotter than any porn she'd seen, that was for damn sure. It was real and raw and ... Monica shook her head and forced herself to focus on the task at hand: housecleaning. Yay. I'd rather think of him, she thought.

The next morning Bear woke her with his usual cold nose under the covers. "Five more minutes," she grumbled and pushed him away. Bear would not be deterred, however. He woofed softly and sat on his haunches, staring her down. "Fine," she sighed, "You win." With that she got up and pulled on her usual yoga pants and t-shirt dog-walking uniform. Bear met her at the door. She grabbed his leash, and then paused. Would he be there? she wondered. Nah. Probably not. I told him about the nude beach. He'll probably go there.

The nude beach. Monica's heart sped up with excitement. Could she? She'd never been, never even had a desire to try it out. But maybe he'd be there. Naked. Stunning. Hard as fucking rock. she grinned at that last thought, grabbed her keys and headed out the door, Bear racing past her to the Jeep.

She was nervous as she parked in the lot; Bear was impatiently whining. The trip to this beach took far longer than what he was used to, and he was not pleased. "Let's go boy," she said, and opened the door. Bear was off like a shot.

"Bear!" she yelled, to no avail. Bear had waited long enough, to his canine mind, and he wasn't wasting any more time with leashes and walking properly and all that 'decorum' rot. He smelled the ocean and was determined to get there as fast as possible.

Monica sighed, then raced after her dog. The beach was mostly deserted, she noticed, as she broke through the trees to the sand and surf. Bear was off frolicking in the waves, happy and carefree as only a dog can be. She stopped a moment and let her eyes scan the sand. A few people, here and there. Mostly couples, she noticed, but then she saw a lone figure spread out on a towel in the distance. Could it be?

She whistled to Bear who finally took the hint and trotted off in the same general direction Monica was walking. She didn't even stop to think, just let her feet take her in the direction of the solo figure on the sand. Her heart starting racing again, but still she didn't stop. In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought.

The closer she got, the more certain she became that it was, indeed, him. Adonis. Should she disturb him? she wondered. He lay with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep, but... was that an erection she saw?! Yes! Oh. My. God. she thought, as a tingling sensation skittered across her skin.

Cripes, she thought. What now? She continued walking, albeit it slower. Fuck it. I'm going in, she said, and strode purposefully toward the man who'd occupied her lusty thoughts the past twenty four hours.

"Hi," she said when she got close enough to be certain he'd hear her. "I see you found the beach."

 

[bjhass]

He didn't even have see her to know who was. Even before she spoke he felt her eyes on him. Her voice just confirmed it. Smiling up at her, he said "I was wondering when you were going to show up." He watched her eyes rove slowly across his body, and felt goose bumps rising on his skin. It was incredible how tangibly her eyes touched him.

He basked in her gaze, reveling in the shrill it gave him and how it made his blood boil. He had had an erection before, but that was nothing to how hard, long and thick It was now. His fingers yearned to touch It, twitching in their desire to explore Its new found heights, but he held back, in total wonderment of what she could do to him with just her eyes.

"I'm BJ, by the way." He said after a long silence. "What's your name?"

 

[McKenna]

"Monica," she blurted out before reason could stop her. She wondered briefly if she should have used a fake name, but that thought was soon replaced with a tingling excitement as she lowered her eyes to his body once again.

He held very still while she did so, as if to invite her gaze or encourage her perusal. Monica felt brazen and bold, but couldn't stop herself from looking her fill. She'd never had an opportunity like this before, to just look at a man without touching, without commitment. She was fascinated; drawn to embrace the experience.

"I'm going to sit down," she said, and did so without waiting for his confirmation. She was in a kind of trance. Her cheeks felt warm and her skin prickly, but she didn't stop what she was doing. She sat cross-legged by his side, too far away to touch, but close enough to see every inch of him. Her blue-green eyes flitted to his as if to belatedly confirm her welcome. "I've never been here before," she said. "To this beach, I mean," she gestured to the area around them.

She cleared her throat then, and glanced down at his raging hard on. "Do you... are you..." she couldn't quite get the question out. "What I mean is, are you always so hard?!" she blurted bluntly, then closed her eyes and bit her lip, embarrassed.

 

[bjhass]

He smiled at her as she sat near him. It was so exhilarating, the way she looked at him. He didn't know if it was curiosity or excitement or pleasure that he saw most in her eyes, but one thing was for sure. It made him feel like his one purpose in life was to feed those hungry eyes of hers. He knew that whatever she asked to see he would gladly show it.

"I don't think anyone has ever made me as hard as you are making me right now." He answered. "I've never exhibited myself like this to a complete stranger before." He continued in wonderment. He allowed his hand to wander across his thigh until it finally found the base of his shaft. His eyes were riveted to hers, studying every reaction she made, but had he not seen his hand in his peripheral vision he might not have believed he was touching himself. His fingertips barely touched and even if he were holding his cock in both hands the head would still have been visible.

A tremble of pleasure washed over his body at his own touch. He had to fight to keep his eyes from completely disappearing into the back of his eye sockets, and only by biting his lip was he able to keep from yelling, but there was no suppressing the moan that left him breathless and light headed.

After a couple of deep breaths he was finally able to focus again and he searched her eyes. Was he allowed to touch himself? He wondered. Or did that violate some unspoken code? He hoped she was getting as much pleasure from this as he was.

Finally he mustered the courage to ask "So do you like what you see?"

 

[McKenna]

"Yes. God, yes," Monica blurted, then colored slightly. She met his eyes again, briefly. "You have a beautiful body," she said fervently, watching as his hand slid to his cock. She inhaled quickly, but didn't look away.

"I, um... I want to watch you," she said. He must have felt pretty comfortable with her sitting there, studying him. Why else would he have grabbed his cock in front of her?

Monica couldn't believe what she was doing. She was acting like an idiot, but she didn't care. She felt drawn to this guy and his gorgeous body; if he was willing to put on a show for her, all the better! Who was she to dissuade him?

"Touch yourself," she coached softly, almost a whisper. "Keep going..." Would he cum, she wondered, and watched as a droplet of precum oozed from the head of his cock. The thought nearly made her groan out loud. She'd love to see him shoot his load all over his naked chest. Fuck! Would he do it though? Only one way to find out... "Keep ... going... "

 

[bjhass]

Her words sent a shrill of pleasure through his body. I wonder what she enjoys about watching? he thought as his hand began to move up his shaft. His fingers seemed extra sensitive. Each and every vein, all the little bumps along his rod that he had hardly even noticed before seemed to stand out prominently for her inspection.

Why is it that I like being watched? he wondered. Then he looked into her eyes and saw their hunger. That is why he thought to himself as his left hand slid across his chest until it found his nipple and stroked it softly.

"I love how you devour me with your eyes." He said softly as his hand finally reached the top of his penis. The soft head pulsed and exuded a river of clear, sticky liquid that glazed his skin making it glossy in the early morning light.

His balls felt swollen to their maximum extent, the skin stretched tight as they jiggled beneath his dick. This makes it all worth it he thought. The endless hours of running, swimming, and biking. The years of strict dieting habits. It is all worth it for this one moment.

His right hand gradually increased its pace moving up and down his shaft. His left hand occasionally moved from one nipple to the other, but kept the pace with his right. His knees bent as his muscles constricted in pleasure, helping increase the blood flow to his cock. He began rocking back and fourth in what amounted to nearly a crunch with each wave of pleasure. The slit at the tip released a constant flow of pre cum, and the smell of it filled the air around them. His fingers made squishing noises each time they moved up and down. His slow moans gradually grew quicker and shorter until they became staccato grunts punctuated by gasps for air.

Each time his hand dropped to the bottom, the top of his cock waved in the air like a flag pole in the wind. He tried to maintain eye contact with her, but he was getting light headed with pleasure and found he couldn't help but squint his eyes shut. I'm blind, but she can see me, and that is all that matters was the only thought that crossed his mind.

And then it happened. Fireworks exploded in the back of his mind. His shaft erupted in his hand. The first string of thick white cream released right as his hand reached the bottom. It arched through the air and splatted audibly against his thigh. It was immediately followed by another rope of hot gooey cum, this time as his hand returned up to the top so that its arc ended messily on his flat stomach just above his belly button. He continued rocking back and fourth while stroking himself. Wad after wad shot through the air. One landed in the sand between them. Another up on his chest. Most fell somewhere on his chiseled abs, criss crossing them like a sticky spider web. The last few lacked the pressure behind them to gain flight and waved in the air like steamers before falling across his fingers. Even when he was completely spent his shaft and balls continued to pulse, firing blanks as the last waves of pleasure racked his body. When it was finally over he collapsed back into the sand, his chest heaving as his lungs struggled for sufficient air, his arms and legs trembling as blood slowly returned to his extremities.

 

[McKenna]

Monica was so wet she was absolutely certain it showed on the outside of her stretchy yoga pants, and she hadn't even touched herself! She could not take her eyes off of the handsome stranger as he milked his cock. It was like watching porn, but not; it was a million times more intense. Every wanking video she'd ever seen paled in comparison to this experience. There were no words to describe how fucking hot it was to watch this complete stranger expertly work his beautiful cock.

When the first glob of cum splattered his thigh, she gasped and grabbed two fistfuls of sand to keep herself from reaching out. As fucking hot as it was to watch the arc of his jiz splatter over his abdomen, it was somehow even more intense to watch the convulsions of his cock and balls after all his ejaculate was spent.

Several long seconds passed after his orgasm in which the sounds of surf and his quiet breathing filled the air. Monica couldn't take her eyes of his cock. She licked her lips and forced her hands to relax, then slowly raised her eyes to his.

"Incredible," she whispered. "That was..." she stopped and drew an unsteady breath, "Wow."

Just then an excited barking filled the air. Monica looked up to see Bear chasing after some seagulls. Reality, she thought. Back to reality. She focused on her dog for one second more, then turned to him again. Christ, she thought. What am I doing here?! This is fucking ...dangerous. I don't know him. He's bigger and stronger than me, and this is a nearly deserted beach, and FUCK!

Quickly Monica scrambled to her feet. She saw that he made no movement toward her, and felt somewhat pacified. What the fuck is wrong with me?! she mentally berated herself. I am so stupid to be putting myself in this situation. She started to back away from him, but then blurted, "Tomorrow?" Oh God, she thought. I can't even stop myself.

She didn't wait for his answer, just turned on her heel and trotted off after her dog.

 

[bjhass]

BJ watched as Monica scrambled to her feet, noticing the prominent wet spot on her pants. Had he caused that? He hasn't seen he touch herself in any way. Could she have been so turned on by his display? The thought excited him to no end. But she was gone before he could say anything. Of course he would be here tomorrow, there was no way he was going to turn down the opportunity for another orgasm like that.

Once he had finally recovered from his pleasure session he re-dressed and returned to the car. He had a long day ahead of him, he was supposed to meet with his realtor and hopefully would be able to move in to his new house by the end of the night.

But first he needed to do laundry. He found a laundry place near where his new house was going be and quickly started a couple loads. It was a small facility, only a couple machines and a table to fold clothes on. A few chairs were left hap hazard in the corners of the room and the front door was propped open.

Sitting in one of the chairs close to the door he watched the mid morning traffic flow by on the busy street outside and relived the highlights of the last few days. Monica's face swam through his memory: her shocked embarrassment at their first meeting, the eager desire that laced her voice every time she spoke, the rapt attention of this morning.

He was wearing a tight green t-shirt, loose blue shorts and black flip flops. His shorts quickly grew into a steeply pitched trent as he strolled down memory lane. Sliding his hand beneath his shorts, his fingers slowly stroked his balls. He doubted any of the cars passing by so quickly could see anything, but it still excited him that if any of them slowed down and looked just right might get a show. He could help but think "she is out there somewhere, maybe even driving on this very same road.