...fear. Fear of being, being discovered mostly, exposed.
One of the ladies I worked with told us a story about her daughters hiking and accidentally stumbling onto a secluded nudist beach. She told us their shock at the discovery of what was mostly men, older men, sunbathing in the nude. She had everyone laughing about the girls unflattering opinions of the way older men sag in all the wrong places, all the wrong places. She then hinted that the girls suspected but didn't really see that "other" activity was going on in the more secluded parts of the area. Well everyone was shocked but still laughing.
I laughed along but felt the familiar uncomfortable feelings, urges that I didn't want to acknowledge, rise inside. Luckily for me one of the other women asked where the beach was only to be teased mercilessly to greater laughter, but she was told where the beach was. I told myself to forget it as I laughed along but knew that that side of me wouldn't. And it didn't.
It took a lot of to and fro, and false starts but I eventually talked myself into seeking out this secluded mostly male beach. It was where they said it would be, and that it was populated with the mostly men sagging in all the wrong places that they had laughed about. I stayed in the shadows of the trees lining the beach studying the people mingling around. I was startled by the sudden appearance of a naked older man.
I stood there frozen as he eyed me over before asking politely, "Would you like to join us?"
I was completely flustered and tongue tied as I fumbled for a response finally managing and mumbled, "No thanks."
Unflustered he smiled kindly before telling me, "Well don't hang around too long gawking at us son, some of the boys don't like being stared at much."
Flushing red with embarrassment I nodded that I understood. The old man looked me over again before murmuring, "You're always welcome to join us though."
I somehow managed a gargled, "Thank you," before he turned and walked away.
Before he reached the others on the beach I was gone. It felt like I was fleeing. By the time I got to my car I settled down enough to drive away. I didn't get far before the questions, second guesses and what if's made me first stop, then turn around and head back.
I made my way to the shaded spot from where I had first watched the activities of the nude beach. I was nervous and edgy but captivated by the myriad of older men flaunting their bodies about the beach not far from me. They all appeared good-natured and completely at ease with theirs and each others nudity.
I could see the gentleman that had spoken to me earlier and was mulling over his warning in my head when a voice startled me. I gaped in horror at this man standing nearby who gave me a puzzled look in return before asking, "Did you just get here?" He was fully clothed having apparently just arrived. As I tried to find words to respond to his question he started to disrobe.
I stood there nervously as the man removed his clothing not knowing where to look. He finally seemed to sense my nervousness and smiling asked me, "First time?" I nodded hesitantly yes in response. He smirked shrugging his shoulders, "Everyone has a first time." I knew he was watching me but I didn't dare look at him knowing I was close to fleeing again.
Swallowing hard I looked up to find him standing there totally nude watching me. He wasn't exactly fit but he wasn't as corpulent as many of the other men on the beach. Nervously not sure about anything I couldn't help checking him out. He didn't look away or try to cover himself, just allowing me to look over his body. My look became fixated on his cock and balls dangling between his thighs. I couldn't look away.
The sound of him clearing his throat finally broke the spell and startled I looked up into his eyes again. He had a knowing smile on his face and gently suggested, "It might be easier for you if we went over there away from the crowd." Though I couldn't imagine anything being easy as I dutifully followed him as he led me further along the tree line to a more secluded place.
When he stopped and turned towards me I stood before him awkwardly wondering if he would be expecting me to get undressed as I tried to not look at his cock. The naked man watched for a moment before clearing his throat to get my attention again. With my nerves jangling I waited for him to speak but he just stood there staring, smiling at me. Feeling completely unnerved I hesitantly pulled my shirt over my head exposing my chest to him.
As I stood there expectantly the man sighed, his smile broadening. I licked then chewed on my lower lip wondering if I could go further when he spoke. His voice seemed to be far off and though I heard him I had no idea what he just said. Smiling and shaking his head patiently the naked man repeated himself, "You're not here for the nudity are you?"
I gasped. I couldn't believe he had guessed my secret or that he had dared to ask. When I just stood there gaping foolishly at him like a frightened puppy he snickered enjoying my state of dismay. Dropping his clothes he put his hands on his hips spreading his legs exposing his manhood fully to me. When I dropped my gaze I noticed right away that his cock was bigger than before. I could hear him murmuring something as I watched mesmerized as he became erect before my eyes.
Confused thoughts raged through my head as I stared dumbly at the man's erection. As I looked I could hear his voice over the thundering rush of blood in my ears, "How would you like to touch it." I couldn't think, I dared to glance up at him uncertainly and he was still just smiling and looking at me with those eyes that said, 'I know.' With a start I looked back down only to marvel that he seemed to have somehow got closer, that his erection was so very near to my hand. "Got ahead," his voice urged me, "touch it."
I didn't move. I just watched as his erect cock brushed against the back of my hand when he swiveled his hips. I felt the heat of him, the hardness of his cock. When he brushed it back the oozing tip left a trail of slick fluid behind it. I just stared. The man's erection brushed back and forth over my hand and he seemed to be closer still so that I could feel his hot heavy breath on my bare chest.
I watched as the man's cock caught on my finger and he pushed it into the palm of my hand. The man slowly gently stroked his cock between my thumb and fingers into the palm of my hand all the while murmuring quiet nonsense into the closing space between us. My breathing became labored as the blood continued to thunder in my ears and I felt the hot flush spreading down my neck and across my chest.