I squinted one eye open, only to be punished by the sting of sudden sunlight. It was no use trying to nap, not when I was exposed in public. Somehow Mark had gotten me to go to a nude beach with him, and now I was paying the price by lying there feeling awkward and nervous, having to wait for some girls to come and talk to us. I was pretty sure my skin was starting to burn too.
I chanced a glance back over my shoulder at my butt, and groaned. It was definitely looking pink.
"You're starting to burn, dude." I'd almost forgot Mark was right there, shading his eyes for a look at my ass. "I could only do a shit job with the suntan lotion because you wouldn't let me take your trunks off."
"Well, it's too late now," I muttered.
"What are you talking about? I can grab more," Mark commented. "I need an excuse to get up anyway."
I frowned. "Um, why? Wait, so you can show off your—Mark!"
My friend flashed me a grin as he climbed up onto his knees and crawled over to the beach bag. My eyes darted across his butt again. I knew what was coming next, as soon as he turned. I knew it was coming, but still I sucked in a sharp breath as he turned to face me once more.
Fuck. It was out. Right in the light. My best friend's cock lay across his thigh, gleaming with sweat and rippling with thick veins, even flaccid. He was right, it was way bigger than mine. His swollen balls made mine look like grapes in fucking comparison. I felt a cold sensation wash over me and I held back a shiver. Shit, how was it so nice?
"You okay, man?" Mark said as if from far away. "You okay?"
I blinked, snapping back to reality and quickly dragging my eyes off his cock. Unfortunately I met his eyes next, and there was no way to stop a guilty blush. "Yeah, I'm fine."
The corner of his mouth was threatening a smirk. "You were ogling my cock, dude. I saw it."
Caught right in the act. I looked away, mumbling, "no, I was just looking. For, like, a second."
Unconvinced, my friend sat back on his heels and surveyed me with amusement. "Are you really that impressed, man? You look like you're stroking. C'mon, what is it?"
"It's so big," I muttered, unable to stop myself.
He began laughing. "Fuck, this is weird! You're calling it big?"
"I already said it! I'm just... just saying."
"So you actually like it? Do you need a better look, or what?"
Fuck, what should I say? He probably wasn't being serious, but if he was I shouldn't make a big deal out of it. And it wasn't like I wanted a better look or anything. I caught my eyes darting to his groin and teared them away as fast as I could. "What would I want to see it for?" I managed at last.
"You tell me, pal. You were the one checking it out a minute ago. And you said my butt was nice already, so don't tell me you're not curious. Tell you what, if you want a good look at my dick I'll hold still and let you."
My mouth was sliding open in disbelief. "What are you talking about?" I demanded, feeling my heart beat a little faster. Was he really about to let me check it out?
"I'm not messing with you, dude. I like seeing that look on your face," Mark insisted mirthfully. "Well?"
I let out a noise. He was such a jerk. He had to have things on his terms. Still, if I said no I'd have to be careful any time I was just curious about it that day or he'd never let me hear the end of it. "Fine, okay? Let me... let me see it." Fuck! What was I saying?
"Ha! I can't believe you!" He exclaimed. I shot him a disgusted look but he just shook his head and kept grinning. "Whatever, dude." He sat back and spread his arms, showing his cock off right in front of me.
My eyes dropped down there again before I could stop myself. I mean, sure, he was letting me, but this was embarrassing as fuck. Ughh, why did I have to see it? Just because it was nice?
I mean, it was really nice. The sunlight slid off the thick girth of his dick, forming little golden ridges along his veins and vanishing in his thick black pubic hair. He was uncut and looked even bigger for it. How the fuck would a girl take that? No, don't imagine that. Not even if his balls looked like they needed unloading, bulging as they were. Fuck, they could drench someone, cover them in cum. Why was I thinking this shit?! I was wanted to see it for a minute, that was all.
"This is so fucking weird," I muttered in spite of myself.
"Hey, you asked me!" Mark replied. "We're out in public and everything, but you had to have a look."
I suddenly remembered we were out on a beach full of people. And some of them might have noticed me checking out this guy's dick by now. "Well, you can stop!" I got out breathlessly, flushing. "I wasn't being that serious anyway, okay?"
"Sure, man," he snorted. "You looked pretty serious when you were biting your lip a second ago."
My eyes widened. No way. He was fucking with me. I hadn't bitten my lip, had I? Mark was slapping the bottle of suntan lotion and crawling over beside me again, giving me no chance to read his face. I made a quick scan of nearby beachgoers, feeling hotter than ever, and noticed several brown-haired girls nearby shooting us glances. I let out a little moan. Why was that what they had to notice?! This looked so bad for me.
Mark was right. People would probably think we were gay. I'd only looked for a moment! Mark's comments about me looking cute and girly kept flitting into my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling he was right about me giving off the impression I was his... his boy toy or whatever. Fuck, these thoughts didn't help anything.
"You need me to help?" Mark was crouching beside me, an eyebrow raised.
I nearly rolled off my towel, and had to clap a hand over my dick which was still kind of stiff. "H-hey, what are you doing?"
"Relax," he said with exasperation, and suddenly his hands were on my bare hips, forcing me back down against the towel. "You're still burning. You want me to do your ass over, or what?
I was squirming, feeling little thrills at the way he was holding me. "Let go of my hips," I protested.
"Am I doing this right or do you want to be sitting on a burned ass for the rest of the week? Your call, buddy."
"Nggh," I groaned. But he was kind of right—if I twisted my spine I could kind of see where my butt was getting burned but there'd be no way to tell if I missed a spot until I was in misery for the next few days. I'd have wanted to keep my modesty but Mark was kneeling right above my bare butt and his hand was resting on my back already so it was probably too late for that. With all the wriggling I was doing I was making things worse.
"Fine, just... make it quick, okay? Everybody can see us." And no doubt I would make an even better case for the gross things those girls had to be thinking. I was so fucked.
"Hold still, squirmy."
My breath came faster. I couldn't believe I was letting him do this. I immediately flinched as Mark's fingers slid onto my bare butt again. They crawled down the sides to allow his palms to push into each cheek, and I felt warm suntan lotion squish in between each finger. I fought a little tremble to no avail.
Mark dragged his hands up onto my lower back and I reacted the same way as before, involuntarily arching so that my butt stuck up in the air a little bit for him. I couldn't help it. And besides, if he didn't have a good angle this would take even longer.
Mark's bare hands ran back down across my butt cheeks and down onto my thighs. A "nnn!" slipped out of me. Then his hands pushed upwards into the folds of skin under my butt cheeks, and forced their way into the slippery space before plowing up onto my butt. "Nnngh." My eyes squeezed shut.
Suddenly, a voice came. "Hey, what are you even doing?"
My eyes snapped open in horror. That was a girl's voice.
"Not much," Mark answered casually. "My buddy here missed some spots."
"Oh yeah?" Came the giggle. "Looks like a lot of spots."
I worked up the courage to look over my shoulder, and felt a wash of dismay when I saw that it was the blonde girl I'd noticed earlier. Her bare breasts were out, gleaming in the light and swooping into pretty pink nipples, though her orange bikini bottom remained loosely tied at her hip. Her sunglasses rested amid her glowing hair so she could squint down at us for a better view.
"Nothing's happening," I piped desperately.
