Up until now, I have always been a heterosexual male. Recently, though I have been rethinking my sexuality. The last few relationships with girls have been less than exciting and have ended badly. I am not saying that I am giving up entirely on girls, but I am curious about how I would feel about having sex with another man.
So, to explore my newfound curiosity I decided to go on a vacation to an Island resort in Jamaica by myself. However, before going on this vacation, I needed to spend a few extra hours in the gym to whip my body in shape. After all if I was going to attract any attention, I needed to be as fit and trim as I could possible be.
After a month of extra hard workouts, I decided to book my trip. My travel agent was a nice guy, so when I told him that I wanted to go to a secluded beach resort in Jamaica, he said that he had the perfect place. Once the trip was all set, I went shopping for a new bathing suit since all of mine were sort of old and outdated.
I went to this little shop downtown and started looking around at all of the suits. There were hundreds of those surfer-type suits that hang down to your knees and are covered with every color in the rainbow. I didn't think that style was going to get the reaction that I was looking for, so I ventured into another section that carried men's thong bathing suits. I was just about to buy a black one, when I spotted a suit rack with what looked like a bunch of strings hanging from it. I thought "what the hell!" if I was going to go down that road, I might as well go all the way. I picked out a bright pink string bikini that was comprised of a piece of cloth no larger than my hand and some strings attached that tied together to hold it in place.
I was almost ready for my trip. On occasion when I have been on a beach before, I had noticed some guys with small rings hanging from their nipples. It really intrigued me and since I have always had naturally larger than normal nipples, I thought that some day I might want to have my nipples pierced. Well, today was that day. I was just in a mood to do a whole bunch of things differently than I have ever done before. Right near the little shop where I just bought my new "bathing suit" was another little shop advertising tattoos and piercing on its front window. So I walked right into the shop.
There was a rough-looking guy at the front desk with tattoos all over his arms and neck that asked if he could help me. I told him that I was considering having my nipples pierced. He said that he had an opening right now if I was interested. I said absolutely and escorted me into a back room. After picking out some jewelry to adorn my nipples, he asked me to remove my shirt and sit back in what looked like a dentist's chair.
I know that I was in the mood to try new things, but when the moment had arrived I was a little nervous. He marked the sides of both of my nipples with a black marker after cleaning the area to be pierced with an alcohol swab. He then reached over to his tray and grabbed a long needle. He placed the tip of the needle over one of the black markings on my right nipple and told me to brace myself. With one quick motion he pushed the needle right through my nipple. Boy, that hurt like a bitch. Then without wasting anytime, he picked up the 10 gauge nipple ring that I had chosen and inserted it into the hole in my nipple while pulling the needle all the way through.
Once the ring was in my nipple, the intense pain changed to a throbbing sensation. I looked down at my now red and swollen nipple that now had a silver ring hanging from it. Then with very little time to recover, my piecer repeated the same procedure on my left nipple. When he was all finished, he told me to put my shirt on and gave me instructions on after care of my new piercing in order to avoid infection. I paid him and headed home.
Once home I showered and stood in front of my mirror to check out my new additions. I liked the way that they looked, but the hair on my chest seemed to hide them somewhat. A lot of the guys at the gym where I work out shave their body hair either for competitions or to make checking the progress of their muscle building easier to see. So, I decided to add one more new item to my list of trying new things. I went back into the shower and lathered up my whole body and began to shave off all of my body hair. It took a long time, but when I was done except for the hair on my head and eyebrows, I was hairless.
Now when I had finished and looked into my mirror, my nipple rings stood out as well as my now completely nude dick and balls. I took my new bikini out of the bag and tried it on. The small patch of pink fabric barely covered my package and the strings holding it in place went up the crack of my butt and tied on the sides just above my hips. Now when I looked into the mirror, I think that I had finally achieved the look that I was looking for. Between my workouts leaning out my body, the removal of my body hair, my nipple piercing and my new bright pink string bikini, I was now ready to head out on my vacation at the beach.
Two days later my scheduled flight for my vacation at the Jamaican beach resort took off on time. I had packed very little, since I anticipated being on the beach for most of my vacation. I only needed a few light clothes for dinners at night and naturally my toiletries. When my plane arrived at the airport, a shuttle bus from the resort was waiting for me. I was taken to a remote part of the island to a very rustic group of buildings called "Jamaican Get-a-Way". The drive helped me with my bag and directed me to the main building to check in. Once I had checked in, another native Jamaican led me to a separate bungalow, which was to be my home for the next week. He told me when dinner was at the main house and which direction to the beach. I gave him a tip and off he went.
This was another first in accommodations for me. Usually when I went on a vacation, it was a plush resort with all of the amenities. This bungalow was by itself in location concealed by the island foliage with a small table & chairs and a very large 4-poster bed. There was an outhouse next to the bungalow and an outside shower. The accommodations were a little bit of a surprise to me, but also kind of exciting. I guess that my travel agent knew that I was looking for a new experience.
Since it was just about mid-day, I decided to take a quick shower and head off to the beach. I took off my clothes, grabbed a towel and walked out to the shower. There was no hot and cold water, but since we were in the heat of the summer the water was warm enough. It was a really refreshing shower and even more so since I was completely naked showering outside. As I said, my bungalow was secluded and I was sure that no one could see me showering, but I had the strangest feeling that someone was watching.
When I finished drying off from my shower, I put on my new string bikini, put some baggy shorts on over it, grabbed a large beach towel with my tanning oil and headed for the beach. After a short walk, I arrived at the beach on what was an absolutely beautiful bay on the ocean. There weren't too many people there as yet, so I found a fairly private spot and laid my towel down on the sand.
