Island Diary 3: Caught Naed

Island diary 3: Caught at a Naked Challenge

What seemed to be a leisurely holiday on a tiny island turned into a completely unexpected adventure full of hot sex. I went there as a decent married man and came back as a gay slut.

You can read the 5 parts of this diary separately, but in the correct order you can read along with the events as they actually happened. Thanks again to LarryInSeattle for editing.

13 April

Again a lousy morning. It was already 11 am when we finally decided to get out of bed and walk to the beach. While we were enjoying our late breakfast/early lunch the 3 guys walked in with all their luggage.

"Leaving today?" I asked. They confirmed and said they already had booked on another island, otherwise they would certainly have stayed longer. I said I could imagine, because this island looks a bit boring, but when you explore it, you'll find unexpected beauty. They had a good laugh.

14-17 April

Not much to report. Too hot do go cycling, so we spent most of the day on the beach, where the breeze made it feel a bit cooler. Most tourists had left by now. After the unexpected adventures in the first days, I long for more, but doubt whether that will happen. But I enjoy my days here anyway.

18 April

Funny thing happened today. Our friend (I mentioned her on 3 April) had been a teacher, and one of her former students is sailing the world with her husband and child on a catamaran and now close to the island. They were on their way to "our" beach now and estimated to arrive shortly before sunset, so they could spend some time with their favourite teacher.

Indeed, they arrived around 18:00. They threw out the anchor in the deeper waters and came ashore with a small dinghy. I helped pull the boat on the beach. Our friend invited us to join them for dinner, and while as usual I was only dressed in my lungi, but that was not really a problem, because we would have our meal on the beach.

A few hours later the sailors wanted to return to their catamaran. The tide was lower and the sea had become wilder, with a few rows of breaking waves close to the beach now. So I helped again, now pulling the dinghy back to the water. The husband said they would manage now, but a split second later a breaker filled half the boat with water. The woman had their child in her arms and it was obvious that the man could not keep the boat under control and scoop the water out at the same time. So I walked into the sea and held the boat in place.

When most of the water was out, the woman waded with the child toward it and climbed in. There were still many breakers, but I now knew how the keep the boat stable. Together with the husband, we pushed it beyond the breakers, where I could just barely stand. The man climbed in the boat and immediately panicked. The key was no longer in the outboard motor. He jumped out of the boat and returned to the place on the beach where the dinghy had been while we had dinner. I was up to my neck in water and had great difficulty controlling the boat on my own. I felt the current pulling at my lungi and of course it couldn't be delayed any longer: the thing came loose. I couldn't possibly let go of one hand, because then I wouldn't have been able to prevent the boat from floating away. Slowly the current pulled my lungi further away from me, and eventually it disappeared into the waves.

The husband returned happy: he was extremely lucky to have found the key in the dark on the beach. He climbed aboard, started the engine, and motored back to their catamaran. I walked back to the beach and shouted at M that I had lost my lungi, but she didn't hear me because of the noise of the waves. When I got out of the water, M and our friend busted out laughing. "Didn't I tell you that would happen?" M laughed.

We had to walk back to our resort, and it was really no option but to do that nude. I wouldn't mind, but it certainly would have gotten me in trouble. Fortunately, our friend had a cloth that I could use as a lungi.

19 April

Guess what I found on the beach this morning? My lungi had washed ashore. It's M's favourite one, so we are two happy people now, though we both preferred me walking without it.

After breakfast on the beach, M went for a massage. I stayed in the little restaurant with a coffee. An English guest of the resort came in and said: "Hey, I see you got back your lungi." I asked him how he knew I'd lost it. He replied he had seen us struggling with the dinghy yesterday and was on his way to help when he saw that the sailor managed to start the engine. "Oops," I laughed, "then you saw me come out of the water." He smiled and said it was a pity that it had been almost New Moon and was very dark, but that he had enjoyed the view anyway.

20-21 April

I love the days when nothing happens, but after the unexpected adventures and meeting I had, these days are also a bit boring and I'm aware I'm almost constantly scanning for opportunities.

22 April

The last week on the island. Today we moved to the small, basic beach resort. Our wooden hut is right at the beach front. Only sand between us and the sea.

M walked to the massage woman. When I sat on our terrace, writing this diary, the English guy, who had seen me that evening coming out of the sea after I lost my lungi, walked by. He introduced himself as Jeff and was pleasantly surprised that we were staying in the same resort now. We laughed a bit about the lungi occurrence. He repeated it was a pity that it had been so dark that evening. I asked if he likes to see nude men and he confirmed.

He accepted my offer for a coffee. I went in and beckoned him to come too. When I came out of the kitchenette, I had dropped my lungi. I put 2 cups of coffee on the table and sat down on the small couch. "Take the chair over there, then you'll have the best view," I smiled.

We chatted a bit about our lives, till M returned from the massage. She laughed when she came in. "I see you gave him the view he missed the other day."

We talked about our plans for the rest of the week. I said I would like to do some bicycle trips in the early mornings. M just liked to stay on the beach and only go to the village for a meal. Jeff liked the idea of cycling and asked where he could rent a bicycle, but M said he could use hers because she won't do any cycling anymore. So I invited Jeff to join me tomorrow morning at 6.

"You naughty boy," M grinned after Jeff had left. "Don't do stupid things. You know nudity is absolutely not accepted here and can cause big trouble."

"You know me, dear."

"Yes, that's why I'm saying this."

23 April

Jeff was already waiting for me when I walked to the bicycles. I told him I liked to cycle to the southern end of the island and he agreed. It would normally take less than half an hour, because the island is really small, but we stopped at a few interesting sites. At the end of the paved road was a newly built, fancy resort. So we rode back a few hundred meters and took a gravel road toward the beach. At the beach front, we arrived in a surrealistic scenery. There must have been a resort there, but now only parts of the walls and floors remained.

We walked along the ruins and then to the beach, that was completely deserted. As usual, I immediately spotted if it would be safe to go nude. And I could not see any objections. So I said to Jeff that I wanted to skinny dip and he could join me, or take my camera and make pictures. He chose the latter.

When we walked back to our bicycles, I suddenly remembered how I sometimes used to force myself to do an irresponsible nude walk. A walk where I had to cross a road or walk along a railway track for a while. A walk that I often intended to do, but in the end did not dare. Unless I forced myself, by taking up the so called padlock challenge. In short: you open a padlock or cable lock, leave the key somewhere, walk away 5, 10, 15, 30 minutes, undress, put the chain or cable lock through your clothes and around a fence or tree, and lock it. Now you'll have to walk back to get the key naked all the way. I never had photos of those challenges, but now I was accompanied by someone who could make pictures.

I told Jeff what I was going to do and he was excited about it. First I hid the key of the bicycle cable lock on a rock on the beach. Then we walked for about 10 minutes to our bikes. I undressed, put the cable through my clothes, hesitated.... hesitated longer..... still hesitated.... and then....click. The lock was closed.

In 10 exciting naked minutes I walked to the beach. Oh shock... the key was no longer on the rock where I put it. I looked around the rock, but couldn't find it there either. Then a voice behind me asked if I was looking for a key. I turned around and saw a nice Thai man smiling: "I know where it is. Follow me." I looked helplessly at Jeff, but he couldn't help me either. So I had no choice and followed the guy. He walked towards one of the ruins, and when we arrived there, another surprise was waiting. Ten men were leaning against the remains of the wall. And they were all naked.

"You want this?" the closest one asked, while he showed me my key. Of course I said I wanted that indeed. "Then take this first," he smiled, and offered me his half-erect cock. Did I have a choice? And did I want a choice? I sank to my knees and started to caress his cock with my tongue. Within a few minutes it was rock hard. I increased my lip pressure and pushed my head completely over his rod. In an alternating rhythm, I then pulled back, pushed forward, pulled back, pushed forward and so on. His groaning kept getting louder till with a long, excited scream, he shot a big load in my mouth, followed by a few shots that ended up on my face. He panted some more, smiled again, and gave the key to the next man.

"You want this?"

The story was repeated nine times. When I was blowing the 10

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guy, I suddenly felt something pushing against my arse. The pressure increased more and more and finally a long warm rod slid in. The owner of it started to fuck me and his firm pushes were now taking over the rhythm of the movements of my head. It did not take long till the 10

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guy came. While he was leaning backwards, the guy at my back moved harder and harder till he suddenly froze. A second later, I felt his warm juice flow into me. He pulled his cock out. I turned around and saw it was the guy who took me here from the beach. "Here's your key," he laughed. "Come back tomorrow if you like."

I did not promise. Dripping from 10 cum shots on my face, and with the remains of one oozing down my legs, I walked back to the sea, to wash it off in another skinny dip. Then I walked back to the bicycles. The guys were gone. I asked Jeff if he had made photos, but he said the man had let him know that he did not allow that. Because he looked very serious about it, Jeff had not dared to shoot pictures. Unfortunately.

On our way home we had breakfast at a street food vendor. We agreed to cycle again one of these days.