Follow-up Adventure at a Body-positive Beach

As a disclaimer, the beach was really clothing optional and body-positive family-friendly. It wasn't an adult beach, in fact, a local inn was part of a naturist circuit and every so often they receive excursions and everything. The place was really cool and they didn't mind receiving outsiders, so, yeah, everything I told happened in a safe environment.

Right after we exited the beach that day and returned to the hotel, we went back to our respective rooms and only met again at dinner time, as our families sat near each other. By coincidence and luck, later that night our parents met each other at a poker table. I got officially presented to Mark and we were both glad we had company. Seems like Mark's parents did not say anything about the nude beach, they only said they preferred to stay there. I talked a lot with Mark that night and got to know him more. He said his family visited this beach two other times, one when he was very little and another two years prior, that's when he learned about "the spot". He seemed like a really chill guy and we definitely got along.

The following day, my parents said they would spend the morning on the hotel and if I wanted, I could go to the beach by myself and be back by lunch. And yeah, you guessed it, I never set foot on our beach and went directly to see Mark in the nudist area. When I arrived there, he was just chilling by the sun, with his swimsuit on. It was somewhat awkward to greet his naked parents, but, whatever... As we were talking, I said I had to go back by lunch and he replied I didn't have much more time, then. While he was untying his Speedo, I asked if we could go swim, as we were. I said I wasn't ready and he respectfully agreed.

As we were there by the waves, just having fun, he said something like "mind your surroundings" as they were nude people everywhere, with their own bodies there for everyone to see. I had to deconstruct myself a little bit to be there and fully enjoy the experience. As we exited the sea, he again tried to grow some confidence on me, as that it's nearly impossible not to notice people's bodies, as long as you do not shed negative energies towards them. The next words hit me hard, as he explained that recognizing one's body as attractive is positive! Just mind your own privacy and theirs, without starring or behaving badly towards your own desires. I promised next time we saw each other, I'd consider everything he said.

Leaving the nude beach, I ran back to my hotel and got lunch with my family as promised. Following what was agreed between us was a guarantee that I could use this credit for another escapade. Right after we finished our meal, we went for a walk in our own beach and then enjoyed it, doing all sorts of activities. It was again another family time, which, as I said before, were always moderately fun. I couldn't stay at ease thinking about Mark and his words, as it exposed my inner prejudices, and frankly, everyone else's, as "normal" society didn't belong into a body-positive environment. Either because of your ethnicity, body size and mainly gender: regular people will always negatively brand the image of everyone else.

The day was almost ending and another beautiful sunset was forming. My parents said it was poker night and I could do whatever inside the hotel, so I asked if I could tell Mark to come to my room and play game-boy. They agreed to let me go to the other beach talk to him as long I got back to the hotel before nightfall. As I rushed to go there and meet him, anxiety was taking the best of me as I was really running towards the small trail connecting one beach to the other. When I arrived 10 minutes later, I saw him almost leaving the place, so I yelled "MAAARK!" and I could see the biggest smile on his face as he saw me. That's when I knew we felt a little different towards each other.

We walked to the eastern part of the beach, as I told him that our parents might play poker that night and we were free to be at each other's rooms. He joyfully agreed and we suddenly stopped near a pole as he said "so, have you pondered with yourself long enough?". I didn't say a word, just began untying my Speedo as he did the same. As we left our swimsuits hanging on that pole, I noticed his body, his tan lines, his growing dark-blond pubes. And at the same time, he clearly stare at my own penis and we both did not feel awkward at all. As we raced to the sea, I enjoyed the cold breeze free from many physical and psychological constraints. Believe me when I say, it was a different experience.

We did not notice how far the sea moved us as we were swimming and enjoying the waves. As we exited, he challenged me just to walk in front of the few people we had left, in order to reach the pole and grab out Speedos. That was the hard part as I obviously did feel self-conscious, but at the same time, I did not try to hide myself or walk faster. We spent two or three minutes just walking at the shoreline talking about Pokémon with my heart still racing, but we reached our destination and I got myself covered again.

As we were leaving, he said we had around 40 minutes of sun and I was again with my heart racing as I sort of understood what he was implying. He definitely made it clear when he put his hand around my waist and said, I swear, these words: "Oak's words echoed... There's a time and place for everything." Oh well, we walked again eastwards to the rocky path far away from the beach and found ourselves again in that alcove from yesterday. In this secluded spot, I could see he was already erected from the bulge he had on his Speedo. As we stood in front of each other, he started undressing me and again caressing me, saying "its just the two of us".

I didn't take long before I approached and also removed his Speedo, revealing that amazingly perfect uncut dick, now fully erected. Allowing me to feel those desires, at the right time and place, made this experience really different. As we masturbated each other, I quickly noticed me getting closer and closer to cumming already, so did he. I took the initiative to stop for a moment and spit on my hand and started jerking off Mark's whole shaft in a screw motion. I could see in his face that he was absolutely blissful and surprised me when he said "make me cum, please".

I grabbed that gorgeous dick and jerked him faster and faster until he expelled a really soft moan, followed by two intense jets of cum, followed by a lot more, oozing in my hands and I tried to smear it back on him. That act itself got me almost cumming hands-free so I didn't have to say anything as he noticed my dick pulsating between my legs as we were sitting so close to each other. He simply pressed my dick from the bottom all the way to the tip to make me leak some pre-cum which he smeared on my glans. It took no more than ten good strokes and I started ejaculating, twitching and opening my legs as I wanted to release everything. Four jets of cum painted my chest and stomach as I laid down on the floor with my dick still on his hands.

As we were both laying down contemplating own afterglow, trying to clean ourselves off with our own Speedos, he started making more sexual remarks as "how long does it take you to come back to normal?" and "do you ever feel guilty?". I guess I wasn't the only one growing up there, as I thought Mark had all the answers, but apparently we are all naive at some point. We exited the place withing the final rays of sun and rushed back to our hotel, promising to talk to each other later at night. I barely put on some shorts and a shirt and went to dinner, without minding to take a shower. Luckily this this time we were not at the fancy restaurant so I could really be more relaxed.

Well, as the poker night started, I went to Mark's room and then also invited him to visit mine. We traded Pokémon through game link cable and he helped me find Lugia on my Pokémon Crystal game. He suddenly asked me if I had showered, I replied negatively and then he suggested us to dive into the external pool to wash off the rest of the salt and sand. And so there we went to the pool, just the two of us, after 10pm at night. Why did they have that area open until late at night you don't ask me. We again had a lot of fun and talked about everything, getting to know each other. His sixteenth birthday would be on the following week so I congratulated him as I would not have the chance to do it in person.

From that on, he started talking about girls, as he was actually having a crush on one of his classmates, but right after he pointed out that "it might not even be real". I exited the pool and sat down on its edge and he followed suit, as I explained that I neither had feelings for girls nor I felt anything sexual towards them, basically outing myself. But then to lighten up the mood, I tried making a joke, something like "only boys know the good stuff" and he laughed. As we awkwardly sat at each other, hearing nothing but the night's sounds, he put his hand on my tight. I just asked "are we just both of us here?" and he got the message.

We grabbed our bags and walked towards the outer locker room, I could feel his anxiety, just as high as mine. As we reached the door, with nobody around, I latched it from the inside and now made sure we wouldn't ever be disturbed. The place was like an old-school gym bathroom with a few benches and like ten showers with no separations between them. Then I decided if I could awake something on him, asking "did you ever cum twice at the same day?". He replied negatively and I just said "let's try!". We opened two shower heads and stood next to each other, undressing ourselves, removing our peedos and finally allowing us to desire each other bodies.

We caressed each other and shed a few timid pecks, as our arousal was building faster and faster. I reciprocated and started touching his shoulders, then armpits, closing at his chest and nipple. I simply admired him, again with his dick proudly erected in front of me. As I was too severely hard, he grabbed my dick and asked if he could suck it. And from here onward, the experience got really visceral and intense.

I didn't know how to touch him and so did he. I remember him awkwardly trying to get his knees and putting my whole dick in his mouth only to sort of lick it and suck just the tip. I tried mimicking his actions to no avail and in the end we opted to just embrace our innocence and do whatever we wanted. At one point, he asked me to turn around so he could jerk off to my butt and I agreed, as long as he did the same. His tan lines and tight but hanging balls almost made me cum right there, but I held strong and went back to him, hugging him and humping my dick against his, almost in a frotting motion.

At some point, the floor was already wet, but I soaked it even more by splashing water with my foot everywhere. I suggested we both sit down and as he did, I tackled him to the floor and just laid down on top of him, with our hard dicks touching. I could feel the warmth coming from his penis and I started grinding on top of him, opening and closing my foreskin with that motion and trying to get some reaction from him. As he did the same for a few moments, he tried to stand up again and I held him on position. When he applied more force, I deliberately rolled over and we both ended up scuffing on that wet floor. That felt absolutely great because as we were both extremely aroused, our dicks stumbled upon many parts of our bodies and floor.

Then we found ourselves sitting in front of each other really close. He took the initiative and grab my dick to masturbate it with his, both sticking together with precum. It didn't take long before he said "I'm about to explode". My reply again changed the course of events as I said "so make it loud, nobody is gonna hear us anyway". Then he started vocalizing absolutely everything and I obviously did the same. At the end, we were both jerking our own dicks and saying loudly how hot each other was, how we wanted to fuck each other and things like that. As I could see he was about to cum, I requested "come closer" and as he did, I could feel his intense breath near my face as he moaned and yelled "I'M CUMMING, I'M FUCKING CUMMING AGAAAAIN!!". As Mark literally sprayed cum in powerful runny jets that even hit my chin, I blinked for a second and he was still jerking off so fast after cumming, like an unleashed beast. That was my cue to simply let go and feel something inside of me pulsating and expelling absolutely everything I had. I screamed loud moans and ended with a big "FUUUUCK I AM CUMMING SO MUCH!!" as I counted six jets of runny cum that painted Mark's chest and belly.

Immediately after, I just laid on top of him again and he, as tired as me, just complied. Our dicks still hard, our bodies covered in water, sweat and cum, I still had some leftover arousal to grind myself on top of him, again touching our dicks. His was really sensitive for what I could notice, as he initially laughed then twitched and spasmed a little. As we both returned to the showers to clean ourselves off, his dick was softening but still in its full size, which I remarked to him and he shrug it off. After that intense experience, we didn't really talk much. We said our goodbyes and promised to see each other the next day. That got me thinking we may have crossed a line and he might regret it later.

The next day, our last day on the hotel, our parents were absolutely oblivious of what happened between us and that was something I enjoyed, the secrecy of everything. When I got to see Mark, to my surprise he was absolutely blissful, with renewed spirit and energy, very happy to see me. He later confided me he was afraid someone might have caught them, but he shared the same thought as mine, glad nobody could ever guess what we did. And we spent the six of us the last morning in the regular beach and left to our homes right after lunch.

I obviously kept contact with Mark. As we were growing up into adulthood, I saw him three other times and in two of them we had a sexual encounter. One is very special and I plan to write about it in the future. He is my spirit guide, a very special person I want to be with, if adult life let me do so. We still message, every other day. Currently we are both single and writing about our first story made me rekindle some feelings. Is he the one? Maybe.