I was walking along the same beach I had been swimming at some weeks earlier. I had met a young man who I estimated to be in his twenties, half my age.
As far as I could remember, he went swimming naked for the first time that day. Being some time ago, I knew I wouldn't be likely to see him again.
Whenever I go far enough away from populated beaches, I remove all my clothes and swim naked. I love the feeling of freedom I have without clothes, and it seems swimming adds another dimension to the experience.
I settled my towel and the book I brought to read with the other necessities in a small pile on the beach. I left them there for about twenty minutes of swimming and exploring as I usually do at this spot.
Emerging from the salt water, I walked back and sat reading for another few minutes and feeling the heat of the day, I thought it better to protect myself from getting sun-burnt, so I smeared some block-out on my legs, chest, neck and arms.
Of course, I included my penis as it needed protection like any other part of my exposed body. It felt very pleasant. It was no different from masturbating, and I guess I kept smearing it there for longer than I needed to. I resisted the temptation to continue rubbing my cock to a climax, but it was quite hard and swollen by the time I reclined with nothing but a hat covering my face.
Luckily, there were no signs of anybody nearby, and I could relax, knowing nobody was likely to be shocked or offended by my display.
As I lay down, the heat of the day caused some drowsiness to overcome me and I fell asleep for long enough to have a few pleasant dreams while lying on the beach.
I awoke to the sound of my own name and I lay on the sand awake but quite still wondering if I had imagined the sound or really heard it. The uncertainty of any unseen company had the effect of exciting me and I could feel my hardened cock pulsing, hovering above my stomach.
I heard a vaguely familiar voice ask, 'Bryson isn't it?'
I removed the hat from my face and had to shield the sun with my hand to focus my vision. I took a few seconds to identify who was there.
'I'm trying to recall your name,' I said standing up, pretending not to notice my throbbing erection.
'Mitchell. We met around here a few weeks ago.'
'Oh yes. We had a swim together. Now I remember.'
He blushed a little, probably at the memory of me helping him take his first naked swim, but more likely at the display of my 7 inches of pulsing hard-on.
As my erection began to lose its full height, I asked, 'Are you comfortable naked outside now Mitch?' I said reminding him of his reluctance at the time.
'Yes it made a difference that day. I'm a little more comfortable this far away from the popular beaches.'
As my cock continued lowering to hang down to its full seven inch length, he looked behind me and said, 'Bryson, this is my sister Spencer.'
I turned towards her and noticed her watching my member lowering through its exaggerated arc to hang down, still fully engorged. It began to rise up again as I was aware of her looking directly and openly at my aroused cock.
She said 'Hello Bryson. Nice to meet you.'
I tried to remain cool after being seen with a hard-on by a woman. She was the same height as Mitchell, about five feet eight inches tall with a very nice body that I wouldn't mind playing around with.
'Hi Spencer. It looks like I've been caught with my pants down and this time it's in public.'
'Mitch told me he met someone here at the beach who helped him overcome his inhibitions. I'm not offended if you're not embarrassed. Besides, my brother is here to protect me so just relax. In fact we saw you asleep when we first got here. I don't think you have anything to be ashamed of,' she said with a smile.
I wondered how much Mitch told his sister. I'm almost certain he left out the part where I had his hard bent cock in my mouth a few seconds before he ejaculated his semen into me.
Having his sister present, I knew then I was very unlikely to engage in any personal activity with either of them in this situation. The presence of either sibling would exclude the other from any public activity with a virtual stranger. We could simply enjoy what the environment and company would allow.
I began to wonder why he brought his sister with him. Most likely was the safety of a third person, and a family member at that.
A number of possibilities occurred to me:
. Did he want to test me to see if I was really unselfconscious about being naked in a public place?
. Did he want to confront his sister with another naked man in his presence?
. Did he want to find out what my preferred gender really was?
All the possibilities were beginning to do my head in. I thought it might be better if I move further along the beach to somewhere private as I had originally sought the day I met Mitchell, a few weeks ago. On reflection, I thought it might be rude to move away from them, particularly now that they had both approached me in the full awareness of my aroused erect state. Perhaps it had established an environment that assumed a visible erection was not in any way unacceptable. I decided to remain where I was. I thought I was there first, so they could move away if they were uncomfortable in any way.
I decided to test Mitchell, confronting him with the conclusion of his actions. I was puzzled why he brought his sister to the place where he had his first physical contact with a man.
'Why did you ask Spencer to accompany you to this beach Mitchell?' I asked with measured nonchalance in my voice.
He surprised both me and his sister when he said, 'To see if she would like to go naked at the beach like me.'
'Well maybe she might change her mind in my presence. I could move further along the beach if you'd prefer.'