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It was a hot day at Bondi, one of the world’s most famous beaches. Today the whole place was packed to bursting, with people from all over the world squeezed in, making use of every inch of sand. The air filled was a pleasant aroma of coconut oil and sweat.
In amongst the families, with their overweight mums and dads, there are always plenty of hot bodies to be seen. Topless girls with dark tans in skimpy costumes, and men playing football along the waters edge in their clingy wet speedos. The air is charged with sexual tension, as you’d expect when bodies are there to be seen, showing off in the heat of the day. Our primeval urges return, and as you lay there, feeling the warm sunlight on your body, you want nothing more than to fuck and be fucked.
Add to that, the desire to be seen. I/m a guy who gets sexual kicks from having strangers stare at my body. That means wearing the least around the most people. At parties, at the gym and often, on days like today, at the beach.
I’d arrived early and stake my patch, laying my sarong on the beach and digging the edges under the sand to stop it blowing away. There weren’t too many people around, except for a procession of walkers and joggers making their way backwards and forwards along the waters edge, but the heat of the sun was just beginning to bite. I knew in an hour or so the sand would be filled with people and I’d find myself virtually naked, giving every inch of my body open for inspection by whoever wanting to look.
I’d positioned myself close to the walkway that ran alongside the edge of the beach. That way I’d be in view of the thousands of passers-by who stroll past each day. I’d also be a long walk through the crowds to get to the waters edge – plenty of opportunity to strut my stuff in the skimpiest attire on the whole beach.
My car was parked a few streets pack from the beach and I’d walked down with my sarong wrapped around me. It was a thin white material, so anyone looking closely enough could see that underneath was the tiniest micro g-string. A few people had looked my way on the walk, but not too many. The streets weren’t busy and the site of someone walking to the beach in a towel or sarong was not unusual.
But the moment I unwrapped the sarong from around my waist, my body was exposed. The tiniest, bright yellow g-string. Two separate straps joined between my legs, each arched over my brown, bubble-shaped butt cheeks. The front showed I was shaved bare, the tiny pouch straining to hold me, with my uncut head visible even when the suit was dry. My balls had to be squeezed into place, which had the effect of lifting the pouch higher, adding greater emphasis. “Perfect”, I thought. And better than being nude. By squeezing myself into such a small space, the curiosity factor would be aroused and soon everyone would be staring at this patch of my body. And the more they looked, the harder I’d become, putting an even greater strain on the flimsy material.
Before I settled down for a day in the sun I covered myself with sun protection. I use oil, because I love the glistening look it gives me to my entire body. One girl, on her way down to the water, surf board under her arm, stopped to watch me put it on. She didn’t hide why she’d stopped, standiong there, staring as the oil spread across my shoulders, chest and down my torso. I avoided the area around my string at first, and continued to spread the liquid down my legs. The muscle from my early morning runs looked more pronounced when covered with oil and this girl was certainly enjoying the view. Next time I glanced her way she’d been joined by someone else – a guy, who like her was probably in his late twenties, surf board under his arm, and a body he looked after. He seemed to be enjoying the view as much as she was.
Of course, I pretended not to notice. I made it look like this was normal - to pretend that I wore this little at the beach just because I wanted an all over tan. That’s partially true, of course, but a bigger reason is the attention – all those eyes, focused on my body.
So, as they looked on I stood up, so I could apply the oil to those more inaccessible areas. I turned my back to them, and leaned forward, with my legs slightly apart, thrusted my butt in their direction. I applied oil to the tops of my feet, making me bend right over, so my cock and balls, encased in their tiny pouch, dropped between my legs. I looked back and they were both smiling, engrossed in what they saw. Their eyes fixed firmly between my legs.
I knew they’d enjoy the next bit, as I spread the oil across my cheeks. This can be a lengthy process. Spreading it liberally over the surface of my butt, cocking one leg at a time to tense different muscles, then ensuring deep between each cheek is well lubricated. I pulled my cheeks apart with one hand, while I used my middle finger from the other hand to run from the base of my balls up past my butt hole. I glanced round to look at them, rather deliberately. They had put their boards down now and were enjoying the show. I caught their glance and smiled at them briefly. Now they knew I was putting on a show. Now I could step things up a notch.
I crouched forward, as though I was about to sit on a chair. My butt was still firmly in their direction, but jutting out as though I was ready to be taken. I could feel myself get harder and my string starting to strain. As I crouched, I continued to spread the oil, concentrating on the area between my legs and my cheeks. Then I inserted a finger into my hole and started to squirm a little – first I hunched my shoulders, then the sensation would ripple down my body. I arched my back a little further, tensed the muscles of my butt, one at a time, then tiptoed, one foot at a time. All the time, my finger was in my ass, getting deeper, probing for my prostate..
This was good. When I stood upright again, they were still watching avidly. I turned to face them, and starting to apply oil around my groin. My hands cupped my balls, and pushed my package up, as though I was feeling the weight. I looked up at them and smiled. Did they want to see more?
I reasoned that, with such a small costume, I need to make sure I didn’t get burnt. So I pulled the front down, so the string resting on my thighs, totally exposing my uncut cock. Here I was, on a public beach, showing off my manhood to two total strangers. Sex was pumping through my veins. I felt like an a****l, wanting to be used.
“All right!” I heard the guy yell. His girlfriend clapped her hands, as I looked up, and acted as though I was surprised that they were watching me. Then I gave a faint, devilish grin, as I poured oil onto my cock, that was hardening by the second. I applied it to the very tip, and then slowly pulled my skin back. Then, I moved the skin backwards and forwards as my left hand found my ass hole and tucked a finger deep inside.
This was great. I was workingmyself off, in the middle of the sand, at the beach, strangers watching, my tiny g-string now dropped totally to the floor. But that was enough for now. I didn’t want to start the day in a police van. I had plenty more showing off to do.
I kinda hoped they’d come over and invite me, but they didn’t. I pulled my string back up, straining to cover my now very erect penis. I kept the skin pulled back so I would stay harder longer. They walked on to the water, laughing and with an extra spring in their step.
I followed slightly behind them, down to the waters edge. I wanted to wash the oil off my hands, but also enjoy that feeling of walking across the sand, wearing nothing but the smallest g – and to show it in its best form, whilst I was still hard. I knew I’d be making lots of trips to the waters edge as the day went on, when the beach was busier, and I would step my way through the crowds. How many eyes would stare at my crotch and butt today I wondered. How many people would look on and wish they could fuck me or be fucked by me?
With that thought in mind, I walked slowly back to where my sarong was laid out on the sand. It was a Saturday morning and for an hour or so I busied myself with the weekend newspaper. I lay face down, my butt cheeks gathering the warmth of the sun. To the passerby, except for the tiny thin yellow string, stretched between the two brown mounds, I would appear totally naked. But I love that string and the feeling it gives – there’s something erogenous about your butt hole and the string sits there, all day, gentle massaging this sensitive area with every move you make.
Then I turned over to lie on my back and, with the soporific effects of the suns rays, I gradually felt myself doze off. It must have been an hour or so, because I awoke to the sounds of a busy beach. Talking, music playing, k**s screaming - the familiar sound of a summer day in Bondi. Before I opened my eyes I felt the warmth of the sun massaging my body. In particular I could feel the heat on my cock, which was straining against the thin yellow material of my tiny pouch. I opened my eyes and raised my head to look down the length of my body. The material certainly was straining, and although it covered the tip of my semi-erect penis, the shaft was clearly visible to anyone who cared to be looking on.
And looking on they were. A group of four had settled themselves just a few yards from me. Two guys and two girls. Clearly friends, but not intimate with each other – or not obviously so. Infact I guessed the guys were gay and although the girls looked like they might have an interest in each other too, they were also intrigued by my pouch and what it was struggling to contain.
The guys were fixated. Both had rich, dark tans that finished abruptly at the line of their figure hugging Speedos. I could see the outline of their cocks, lying slightly to the side, but clearly hard and thick. One of them was wearing a yellow cossie that was noticeably smaller than his friends, with a strap side and a smaller front pouch that looked like it would struggle to contain more of him if he got any harder. The girls were both used to topless sunbathing, with not a strapline in sight and the rick dark tan spread evenly across their bodies. One of them wore a g-string, although black and more modest than my tiny offering.
I pretended not to notice their attentions and to still be asleep. With both hands I slid my string’s pouch further down my shaft, exposing almost all of my cock except for the tip. They could see now how far I had shaved and easily tell, now, that I was uncut. My balls were also now released from their lair, both clean of hair and swelling under the heat of the sun.
“Looks like he’s having difficulty keeping something in”, said one of the girls to her friends.
“Fuck, that’s soooo hot” said the guy in the yellow cossie.
My eyes were still closed, but I heard the familiar click of a camera and a giggle. Then I heard another click and another one. But the sound of the click moved from were they were sitting, to directly behind me. Obviously one of them had moved to get a better angle. Then I heard the click in front of me. The crowd had gone silent, as they watched my body being photographed. With my eyes still closed, I parted my legs slightly, then nonchalantly pulled my pouch down even further until only the very tip of my cock was left unexposed. I heard another click, again from in front of me.
With my eyes still closed my hand dropped to inside my right thigh, and then trailed up to cup my balls that were still half contained in my tiny g-string pouch. My left hand moved over my shaft, squeezing it and pushing my litle pouch further towards the end of my penis, until only the very end was hidden. Then, suddenly it broke free and sprung hard into the air, naked to everyone, cupped in my two hands.
Click. Click. Click. More photos and some giggles and a few intakes of breath. Now was the time to slowly open my eyes. I looked straight up and saw, less than half a meter from me, the guy in yellow, his camera pointed between my legs. He was too occupied to see my eyes were open, and when I glanced to the side, I saw his friends looking on. One of the girls was biting her bottom lip, wondering what I was going to say.
I smiled and looked down, acting as though I was surprised to see my semi-hard cock exposed for all to see. I smiled and surveyed around me. They weren’t the only ones to notice, at least three others groups had cameras pointed in my direction, although their approach was less bold than the guy in the yellow speedos.
I looked up at him, making a point of stopping to glance at his hard on before looking up to his face.
He held his hand up in the air, as if to apologise. And he shrugged his shoulders.
I covered my modesty and smiled. “Oops!” I said, grinning broadly.
“I hope you don’t mind” said the guy.
My smile grew broader. “Not at all. I hope you got what you wanted”
“For now” he said. “Unless you’ve got more to show”.
“Hey” the girl in the g-string yelled over. “Why don’t you come over and join us”.
I looked up at the guy with the camera, who motioned me to a space in the middle of where their group had assembled.
I hesitated for a second, then sat up. “Sure!” I said. “I’ll come and join you. Maybe you can help me with my lotion”.
“It’d be my pleasure” he said, as he helped me gather my sarong from the sand and I picked up my other belongings, and moved over to join them. I knew I was going to get a fuck out of this, for sure. What a great day it was turning out to be!
The group moved apart to welcome me into their fold. There was space enough for me, but we’d be tightly packed. I was sandwiched between the girl in the g-string and the guy in the yellow speedoes. The beach was busy so there wasn’t much room to spread out, not that I was complaining. In fact it was so busy I wondered how many people had watched my display - hopefully nobody had gone to fetch the police.
“So you obviously like showing off your body” said the guy. There was an enthusiasm about the way he spoke which I loved. He was very cheerful and very direct.
“We like that” said the girl. “I like the guys looking at my ass when I walk by”.
“Yeh, I feel the same way” I said.
“Well maybe we should take a little walk” she suggested. There were cries of disagreement from the guys.
“He’s not going anywhere till we’ve put more suntan lotion on him,” said the guy with the camera.
I knew I was going to enjoy this, as three of them set about covering my body in oil. The fourth, one of the girls, had grabbed the camera to take pictures of the whole episode.
I lay on my back first as six hands moved all over me. One hand was fondling my nipple and rubbing hard into my chest, whilst another worked from my calves up my inside leg, brushing my balls lightly. Meanwhile, each finger was being individually massaged. As they rubbed, and pressed, and squeezed, I glanced to my side. The next group at the beach were looking on, clearly enjoying the view. They all, five in total, were transfixed – one of them taking photos for posterity!
It was the most glorious feeling. I didn’t expect it could get any better, but it did. I turned over and lay on my front, and the three of them set to it again. More lashes of oil spread across my body. Hands were working across my shoulders, massaging hard against my shoulder muscles. Speedo guy, who turned out to be Mark, was rubbing the oil into the back of legs, whilst his mate was working my lower back and, with particular attention, my butt cheeks. “Gotta look after this butt” he said.
“Whenever you’re ready” I joked, enjoying the attention.
“Mmmm”, he said, turning to Mark. “Sounds like an invitation. Pass over some more oil”.
With that, he poured oil into my ass hole, pulling my cheeks apart as he did.
“Look at this Mark” he said, motioning his friend to take a closer look. “Fucking tight!”.
“I’m jealous” said Natasha, the girl in the g-string. She joined the other two, as they peered closely intomy ass-hole, pulling it apart, enjoying its juiciness.
I moved my legs apart slightly, then felt a finger tickling the edge of my anus, then slowly pushing deeper inside. The crowd had all gone quiet now, except for the occasisonal click of the camera.
“Nice Mark” said Natasha. Now I knew, it was Mark’s finger that was inside me, exploring. It felt sooo good. I arched my back and thrust my butt into the air. My balls dangling beneath me, barely contained in my string. Mark was good at this, his finger curled slightly, and pushing deep inside me. Then he’d pull out and push in again, deeper the next time, making me squirm uncontrollably. As he pushed in, Mark’s mate, Gavin, was running his hands over my butt, spreading the oil, but scratching too with his fingernails. He’d pulled the string down so it rested beneath my butt cheeks, helping him to massage me and giving Mark unfettered access to my hole.
It felt good. I felt like a whore – being abused and opening up my body to anyone who wanted it. My butt was now firmly in the air, my legs full apart, with my shoulders almost down on the ground. This was hot. Being finger fucked on a busy beach, the sun beating down, a crowd looking on. It was every fantasy coming together and it was making me hard, so hard that my cock had sprung free from my string.
Of course it couldn’t last long. We were making such a scene now and it was only a matter of time before someone would walk over and ask us to stop. It was a guy who, until now, had been watching the whole thing closely.
“Guys, there’s a time and a place” he said. I looked up. He was standing in front of me. What a site it must have been. My butt in the air, with two guys fingering my ass and hole, my g-string dropped to my knees, with my hard dock dangling between my legs, dripping precum, while two sexy girls look-on, photographing the action.
But this guy had been enjoying the show. He was hard too, and he was smiling.
“Not that I’m not enjoying what I’m seeing” he explained. “And I love seeing a hot guy getting what he deserves. Especially with such a fuckable ass”.
Why then? Why make us stop? Because of the police, he explained. They patrolled the beach and he’d hate to see me arrested. But, he said, he’d like to see more. He was having some friends over for dinner tonight and perhaps the group would like to come and join him. It sounded good.
“And you” he said, smiling broadly. “Perhaps you’d like to perform”.
“Sure thing” I said. “I’d love to”.
He scribbled his address on a slip of paper and, with that, he left us, giggling about how out of control we’d got – and how promising the night sounded.
“Sounds like you’re going to be a popular boy” said Gavin, as he helped me get myself back into my tiny g.
After all the action, the girls suggested we went for a swim and a bit of a walk along the beach. I loved the idea of showing off my body, walking through the crowds showing off my ass and bulge.
“I hope you're going for a walk just in your string,” giggled Natasha.
I suggested I could wear a little more, and pulled a cock-ring and set of anal beads out of my bag.
“Care to help me put them on”.
Natasha was quick to volunteer. She pulled me out of my string as I crouched in front of her, and took a tight hold of my shaft, one finger caressing my perineum. Then she pulled my foreskin back slowly, helping with a little suntan lotion, watching it grow even more erect. “She’s done this a few times before,” I thought, as she clasped the clip-together ring tightly around my balls. It felt good. And what a site. When she put him back into my string, my dick really was straining to get out. It was clearly to anyone that I was hard and the erection pulled the material away from my body, leaving my shaft exposed to the sunlight. “That’s a good look!” said Natasha, as Mark clicked another photo for their collection.
People sitting around us couldn’t believe what they were seeing. We were being so open and brazen by now.
“I’ll help you with this” volunteered Gain, taking the set of anal beads.
I knelt forward, sticking my butt high in the air, with my legs apart. I felt Gavin’s hands caressing the cheeks of my butt. He oiled up my hole then, after pushing my string to one side, I felt his finger gently pushing inside. Then the beads. They started small, but progressively got larger until I was totally filled.
It felt good having Gavin put them inside me. Even better knowing that just around us people were watching, incredulously, as the group openly played with my body in full view of everyone.
Now it was time to let others enjoy the show. And Natasha wanted to join in the fun. She changed into a tiny Wicked Weasel g-string. They make the smallest strings for girls. She had stripped out of the string she was wearing, and had been standing for a while naked while Gavin was putting the anal beads inside me. She looked great – shaved to perfection, no a single hair on her pussy lips. They were wet and I knew I’d be going there sometime today, as much as I knew the boys would be pushing deep into my tight ass before the day was out.
Natasha slipped on her tiny Wicked Weasel, which barely covered her pussy lips. Infact one lip pushed out slightly from the side. Cool – we were going to look like a hot couple.
She grabbed me by the hand and the two of us led the group down to the water. As we walked through the crowd, every head turned. Every one of them, staring at us. Me, with my proud erection busting out of the tiny yellow material – my butt swinging along in the sunlight, with the last bead poking out of hole. Natasha, topless, brown all over, in the smallest of swimsuits, her juicy pussy clearly in view.
Fuck I felt horny. I needed to be taken by the boys and I wanted to fuck Natasha hard. That was making me harder. Cameras were clicking everywhere. I wondered how many people would be spending their night, wanking off looking at the pictures they had taken.
We walked to the busier end of the beach, in front of the Pavilion, and went for a swim. The water was warm. Natasha and I knew loads of people were waiting for us to come out, knowing that our swimsuits would be even more revealing. As we neared the waters edge many had actually stood up and walked closer to get a better look.
As we emerged a line of people stood, pointing their cameras at us. My erection had waned a little in the cool water, but with so many people looking on it quickly returned to its former glory. There was a lot of be seen. There I was, hard and totally transparent in the flimsy yellow material. As I walked from the water I could feel the beads moving around inside me, massaging my prostate.
Natasha was getting her fair share of attention too, her pussy lips clinging to the transparent flimsy g-string. We might both as well have been naked.
“Let’s keep going” I said to her, and motioned her up the beach towards the Pavillion. We were walking through the busiest part of the beach now, and we escaped nobodies attention.
I knew it was only a matter of time before we caught the attention of the police, so I wanted to keep moving.
More to come ...
In amongst the families, with their overweight mums and dads, there are always plenty of hot bodies to be seen. Topless girls with dark tans in skimpy costumes, and men playing football along the waters edge in their clingy wet speedos. The air is charged with sexual tension, as you’d expect when bodies are there to be seen, showing off in the heat of the day. Our primeval urges return, and as you lay there, feeling the warm sunlight on your body, you want nothing more than to fuck and be fucked.
Add to that, the desire to be seen. I/m a guy who gets sexual kicks from having strangers stare at my body. That means wearing the least around the most people. At parties, at the gym and often, on days like today, at the beach.
I’d arrived early and stake my patch, laying my sarong on the beach and digging the edges under the sand to stop it blowing away. There weren’t too many people around, except for a procession of walkers and joggers making their way backwards and forwards along the waters edge, but the heat of the sun was just beginning to bite. I knew in an hour or so the sand would be filled with people and I’d find myself virtually naked, giving every inch of my body open for inspection by whoever wanting to look.
I’d positioned myself close to the walkway that ran alongside the edge of the beach. That way I’d be in view of the thousands of passers-by who stroll past each day. I’d also be a long walk through the crowds to get to the waters edge – plenty of opportunity to strut my stuff in the skimpiest attire on the whole beach.
My car was parked a few streets pack from the beach and I’d walked down with my sarong wrapped around me. It was a thin white material, so anyone looking closely enough could see that underneath was the tiniest micro g-string. A few people had looked my way on the walk, but not too many. The streets weren’t busy and the site of someone walking to the beach in a towel or sarong was not unusual.
But the moment I unwrapped the sarong from around my waist, my body was exposed. The tiniest, bright yellow g-string. Two separate straps joined between my legs, each arched over my brown, bubble-shaped butt cheeks. The front showed I was shaved bare, the tiny pouch straining to hold me, with my uncut head visible even when the suit was dry. My balls had to be squeezed into place, which had the effect of lifting the pouch higher, adding greater emphasis. “Perfect”, I thought. And better than being nude. By squeezing myself into such a small space, the curiosity factor would be aroused and soon everyone would be staring at this patch of my body. And the more they looked, the harder I’d become, putting an even greater strain on the flimsy material.
Before I settled down for a day in the sun I covered myself with sun protection. I use oil, because I love the glistening look it gives me to my entire body. One girl, on her way down to the water, surf board under her arm, stopped to watch me put it on. She didn’t hide why she’d stopped, standiong there, staring as the oil spread across my shoulders, chest and down my torso. I avoided the area around my string at first, and continued to spread the liquid down my legs. The muscle from my early morning runs looked more pronounced when covered with oil and this girl was certainly enjoying the view. Next time I glanced her way she’d been joined by someone else – a guy, who like her was probably in his late twenties, surf board under his arm, and a body he looked after. He seemed to be enjoying the view as much as she was.
Of course, I pretended not to notice. I made it look like this was normal - to pretend that I wore this little at the beach just because I wanted an all over tan. That’s partially true, of course, but a bigger reason is the attention – all those eyes, focused on my body.
So, as they looked on I stood up, so I could apply the oil to those more inaccessible areas. I turned my back to them, and leaned forward, with my legs slightly apart, thrusted my butt in their direction. I applied oil to the tops of my feet, making me bend right over, so my cock and balls, encased in their tiny pouch, dropped between my legs. I looked back and they were both smiling, engrossed in what they saw. Their eyes fixed firmly between my legs.
I knew they’d enjoy the next bit, as I spread the oil across my cheeks. This can be a lengthy process. Spreading it liberally over the surface of my butt, cocking one leg at a time to tense different muscles, then ensuring deep between each cheek is well lubricated. I pulled my cheeks apart with one hand, while I used my middle finger from the other hand to run from the base of my balls up past my butt hole. I glanced round to look at them, rather deliberately. They had put their boards down now and were enjoying the show. I caught their glance and smiled at them briefly. Now they knew I was putting on a show. Now I could step things up a notch.
I crouched forward, as though I was about to sit on a chair. My butt was still firmly in their direction, but jutting out as though I was ready to be taken. I could feel myself get harder and my string starting to strain. As I crouched, I continued to spread the oil, concentrating on the area between my legs and my cheeks. Then I inserted a finger into my hole and started to squirm a little – first I hunched my shoulders, then the sensation would ripple down my body. I arched my back a little further, tensed the muscles of my butt, one at a time, then tiptoed, one foot at a time. All the time, my finger was in my ass, getting deeper, probing for my prostate..
This was good. When I stood upright again, they were still watching avidly. I turned to face them, and starting to apply oil around my groin. My hands cupped my balls, and pushed my package up, as though I was feeling the weight. I looked up at them and smiled. Did they want to see more?
I reasoned that, with such a small costume, I need to make sure I didn’t get burnt. So I pulled the front down, so the string resting on my thighs, totally exposing my uncut cock. Here I was, on a public beach, showing off my manhood to two total strangers. Sex was pumping through my veins. I felt like an a****l, wanting to be used.
“All right!” I heard the guy yell. His girlfriend clapped her hands, as I looked up, and acted as though I was surprised that they were watching me. Then I gave a faint, devilish grin, as I poured oil onto my cock, that was hardening by the second. I applied it to the very tip, and then slowly pulled my skin back. Then, I moved the skin backwards and forwards as my left hand found my ass hole and tucked a finger deep inside.
This was great. I was workingmyself off, in the middle of the sand, at the beach, strangers watching, my tiny g-string now dropped totally to the floor. But that was enough for now. I didn’t want to start the day in a police van. I had plenty more showing off to do.
I kinda hoped they’d come over and invite me, but they didn’t. I pulled my string back up, straining to cover my now very erect penis. I kept the skin pulled back so I would stay harder longer. They walked on to the water, laughing and with an extra spring in their step.
I followed slightly behind them, down to the waters edge. I wanted to wash the oil off my hands, but also enjoy that feeling of walking across the sand, wearing nothing but the smallest g – and to show it in its best form, whilst I was still hard. I knew I’d be making lots of trips to the waters edge as the day went on, when the beach was busier, and I would step my way through the crowds. How many eyes would stare at my crotch and butt today I wondered. How many people would look on and wish they could fuck me or be fucked by me?
With that thought in mind, I walked slowly back to where my sarong was laid out on the sand. It was a Saturday morning and for an hour or so I busied myself with the weekend newspaper. I lay face down, my butt cheeks gathering the warmth of the sun. To the passerby, except for the tiny thin yellow string, stretched between the two brown mounds, I would appear totally naked. But I love that string and the feeling it gives – there’s something erogenous about your butt hole and the string sits there, all day, gentle massaging this sensitive area with every move you make.
Then I turned over to lie on my back and, with the soporific effects of the suns rays, I gradually felt myself doze off. It must have been an hour or so, because I awoke to the sounds of a busy beach. Talking, music playing, k**s screaming - the familiar sound of a summer day in Bondi. Before I opened my eyes I felt the warmth of the sun massaging my body. In particular I could feel the heat on my cock, which was straining against the thin yellow material of my tiny pouch. I opened my eyes and raised my head to look down the length of my body. The material certainly was straining, and although it covered the tip of my semi-erect penis, the shaft was clearly visible to anyone who cared to be looking on.
And looking on they were. A group of four had settled themselves just a few yards from me. Two guys and two girls. Clearly friends, but not intimate with each other – or not obviously so. Infact I guessed the guys were gay and although the girls looked like they might have an interest in each other too, they were also intrigued by my pouch and what it was struggling to contain.
The guys were fixated. Both had rich, dark tans that finished abruptly at the line of their figure hugging Speedos. I could see the outline of their cocks, lying slightly to the side, but clearly hard and thick. One of them was wearing a yellow cossie that was noticeably smaller than his friends, with a strap side and a smaller front pouch that looked like it would struggle to contain more of him if he got any harder. The girls were both used to topless sunbathing, with not a strapline in sight and the rick dark tan spread evenly across their bodies. One of them wore a g-string, although black and more modest than my tiny offering.
I pretended not to notice their attentions and to still be asleep. With both hands I slid my string’s pouch further down my shaft, exposing almost all of my cock except for the tip. They could see now how far I had shaved and easily tell, now, that I was uncut. My balls were also now released from their lair, both clean of hair and swelling under the heat of the sun.
“Looks like he’s having difficulty keeping something in”, said one of the girls to her friends.
“Fuck, that’s soooo hot” said the guy in the yellow cossie.
My eyes were still closed, but I heard the familiar click of a camera and a giggle. Then I heard another click and another one. But the sound of the click moved from were they were sitting, to directly behind me. Obviously one of them had moved to get a better angle. Then I heard the click in front of me. The crowd had gone silent, as they watched my body being photographed. With my eyes still closed, I parted my legs slightly, then nonchalantly pulled my pouch down even further until only the very tip of my cock was left unexposed. I heard another click, again from in front of me.
With my eyes still closed my hand dropped to inside my right thigh, and then trailed up to cup my balls that were still half contained in my tiny g-string pouch. My left hand moved over my shaft, squeezing it and pushing my litle pouch further towards the end of my penis, until only the very end was hidden. Then, suddenly it broke free and sprung hard into the air, naked to everyone, cupped in my two hands.
Click. Click. Click. More photos and some giggles and a few intakes of breath. Now was the time to slowly open my eyes. I looked straight up and saw, less than half a meter from me, the guy in yellow, his camera pointed between my legs. He was too occupied to see my eyes were open, and when I glanced to the side, I saw his friends looking on. One of the girls was biting her bottom lip, wondering what I was going to say.
I smiled and looked down, acting as though I was surprised to see my semi-hard cock exposed for all to see. I smiled and surveyed around me. They weren’t the only ones to notice, at least three others groups had cameras pointed in my direction, although their approach was less bold than the guy in the yellow speedos.
I looked up at him, making a point of stopping to glance at his hard on before looking up to his face.
He held his hand up in the air, as if to apologise. And he shrugged his shoulders.
I covered my modesty and smiled. “Oops!” I said, grinning broadly.
“I hope you don’t mind” said the guy.
My smile grew broader. “Not at all. I hope you got what you wanted”
“For now” he said. “Unless you’ve got more to show”.
“Hey” the girl in the g-string yelled over. “Why don’t you come over and join us”.
I looked up at the guy with the camera, who motioned me to a space in the middle of where their group had assembled.
I hesitated for a second, then sat up. “Sure!” I said. “I’ll come and join you. Maybe you can help me with my lotion”.
“It’d be my pleasure” he said, as he helped me gather my sarong from the sand and I picked up my other belongings, and moved over to join them. I knew I was going to get a fuck out of this, for sure. What a great day it was turning out to be!
The group moved apart to welcome me into their fold. There was space enough for me, but we’d be tightly packed. I was sandwiched between the girl in the g-string and the guy in the yellow speedoes. The beach was busy so there wasn’t much room to spread out, not that I was complaining. In fact it was so busy I wondered how many people had watched my display - hopefully nobody had gone to fetch the police.
“So you obviously like showing off your body” said the guy. There was an enthusiasm about the way he spoke which I loved. He was very cheerful and very direct.
“We like that” said the girl. “I like the guys looking at my ass when I walk by”.
“Yeh, I feel the same way” I said.
“Well maybe we should take a little walk” she suggested. There were cries of disagreement from the guys.
“He’s not going anywhere till we’ve put more suntan lotion on him,” said the guy with the camera.
I knew I was going to enjoy this, as three of them set about covering my body in oil. The fourth, one of the girls, had grabbed the camera to take pictures of the whole episode.
I lay on my back first as six hands moved all over me. One hand was fondling my nipple and rubbing hard into my chest, whilst another worked from my calves up my inside leg, brushing my balls lightly. Meanwhile, each finger was being individually massaged. As they rubbed, and pressed, and squeezed, I glanced to my side. The next group at the beach were looking on, clearly enjoying the view. They all, five in total, were transfixed – one of them taking photos for posterity!
It was the most glorious feeling. I didn’t expect it could get any better, but it did. I turned over and lay on my front, and the three of them set to it again. More lashes of oil spread across my body. Hands were working across my shoulders, massaging hard against my shoulder muscles. Speedo guy, who turned out to be Mark, was rubbing the oil into the back of legs, whilst his mate was working my lower back and, with particular attention, my butt cheeks. “Gotta look after this butt” he said.
“Whenever you’re ready” I joked, enjoying the attention.
“Mmmm”, he said, turning to Mark. “Sounds like an invitation. Pass over some more oil”.
With that, he poured oil into my ass hole, pulling my cheeks apart as he did.
“Look at this Mark” he said, motioning his friend to take a closer look. “Fucking tight!”.
“I’m jealous” said Natasha, the girl in the g-string. She joined the other two, as they peered closely intomy ass-hole, pulling it apart, enjoying its juiciness.
I moved my legs apart slightly, then felt a finger tickling the edge of my anus, then slowly pushing deeper inside. The crowd had all gone quiet now, except for the occasisonal click of the camera.
“Nice Mark” said Natasha. Now I knew, it was Mark’s finger that was inside me, exploring. It felt sooo good. I arched my back and thrust my butt into the air. My balls dangling beneath me, barely contained in my string. Mark was good at this, his finger curled slightly, and pushing deep inside me. Then he’d pull out and push in again, deeper the next time, making me squirm uncontrollably. As he pushed in, Mark’s mate, Gavin, was running his hands over my butt, spreading the oil, but scratching too with his fingernails. He’d pulled the string down so it rested beneath my butt cheeks, helping him to massage me and giving Mark unfettered access to my hole.
It felt good. I felt like a whore – being abused and opening up my body to anyone who wanted it. My butt was now firmly in the air, my legs full apart, with my shoulders almost down on the ground. This was hot. Being finger fucked on a busy beach, the sun beating down, a crowd looking on. It was every fantasy coming together and it was making me hard, so hard that my cock had sprung free from my string.
Of course it couldn’t last long. We were making such a scene now and it was only a matter of time before someone would walk over and ask us to stop. It was a guy who, until now, had been watching the whole thing closely.
“Guys, there’s a time and a place” he said. I looked up. He was standing in front of me. What a site it must have been. My butt in the air, with two guys fingering my ass and hole, my g-string dropped to my knees, with my hard dock dangling between my legs, dripping precum, while two sexy girls look-on, photographing the action.
But this guy had been enjoying the show. He was hard too, and he was smiling.
“Not that I’m not enjoying what I’m seeing” he explained. “And I love seeing a hot guy getting what he deserves. Especially with such a fuckable ass”.
Why then? Why make us stop? Because of the police, he explained. They patrolled the beach and he’d hate to see me arrested. But, he said, he’d like to see more. He was having some friends over for dinner tonight and perhaps the group would like to come and join him. It sounded good.
“And you” he said, smiling broadly. “Perhaps you’d like to perform”.
“Sure thing” I said. “I’d love to”.
He scribbled his address on a slip of paper and, with that, he left us, giggling about how out of control we’d got – and how promising the night sounded.
“Sounds like you’re going to be a popular boy” said Gavin, as he helped me get myself back into my tiny g.
After all the action, the girls suggested we went for a swim and a bit of a walk along the beach. I loved the idea of showing off my body, walking through the crowds showing off my ass and bulge.
“I hope you're going for a walk just in your string,” giggled Natasha.
I suggested I could wear a little more, and pulled a cock-ring and set of anal beads out of my bag.
“Care to help me put them on”.
Natasha was quick to volunteer. She pulled me out of my string as I crouched in front of her, and took a tight hold of my shaft, one finger caressing my perineum. Then she pulled my foreskin back slowly, helping with a little suntan lotion, watching it grow even more erect. “She’s done this a few times before,” I thought, as she clasped the clip-together ring tightly around my balls. It felt good. And what a site. When she put him back into my string, my dick really was straining to get out. It was clearly to anyone that I was hard and the erection pulled the material away from my body, leaving my shaft exposed to the sunlight. “That’s a good look!” said Natasha, as Mark clicked another photo for their collection.
People sitting around us couldn’t believe what they were seeing. We were being so open and brazen by now.
“I’ll help you with this” volunteered Gain, taking the set of anal beads.
I knelt forward, sticking my butt high in the air, with my legs apart. I felt Gavin’s hands caressing the cheeks of my butt. He oiled up my hole then, after pushing my string to one side, I felt his finger gently pushing inside. Then the beads. They started small, but progressively got larger until I was totally filled.
It felt good having Gavin put them inside me. Even better knowing that just around us people were watching, incredulously, as the group openly played with my body in full view of everyone.
Now it was time to let others enjoy the show. And Natasha wanted to join in the fun. She changed into a tiny Wicked Weasel g-string. They make the smallest strings for girls. She had stripped out of the string she was wearing, and had been standing for a while naked while Gavin was putting the anal beads inside me. She looked great – shaved to perfection, no a single hair on her pussy lips. They were wet and I knew I’d be going there sometime today, as much as I knew the boys would be pushing deep into my tight ass before the day was out.
Natasha slipped on her tiny Wicked Weasel, which barely covered her pussy lips. Infact one lip pushed out slightly from the side. Cool – we were going to look like a hot couple.
She grabbed me by the hand and the two of us led the group down to the water. As we walked through the crowd, every head turned. Every one of them, staring at us. Me, with my proud erection busting out of the tiny yellow material – my butt swinging along in the sunlight, with the last bead poking out of hole. Natasha, topless, brown all over, in the smallest of swimsuits, her juicy pussy clearly in view.
Fuck I felt horny. I needed to be taken by the boys and I wanted to fuck Natasha hard. That was making me harder. Cameras were clicking everywhere. I wondered how many people would be spending their night, wanking off looking at the pictures they had taken.
We walked to the busier end of the beach, in front of the Pavilion, and went for a swim. The water was warm. Natasha and I knew loads of people were waiting for us to come out, knowing that our swimsuits would be even more revealing. As we neared the waters edge many had actually stood up and walked closer to get a better look.
As we emerged a line of people stood, pointing their cameras at us. My erection had waned a little in the cool water, but with so many people looking on it quickly returned to its former glory. There was a lot of be seen. There I was, hard and totally transparent in the flimsy yellow material. As I walked from the water I could feel the beads moving around inside me, massaging my prostate.
Natasha was getting her fair share of attention too, her pussy lips clinging to the transparent flimsy g-string. We might both as well have been naked.
“Let’s keep going” I said to her, and motioned her up the beach towards the Pavillion. We were walking through the busiest part of the beach now, and we escaped nobodies attention.
I knew it was only a matter of time before we caught the attention of the police, so I wanted to keep moving.
More to come ...
Nadine
- 01.04.2022
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