Earlier this
summer I spent an afternoon at the clothing optional lake where I witnessed
something both exciting and disturbing.
It was the middle of the afternoon on a weekday and there wasn't much of
a crowd. I was alone and had staked out
a spot on the rocks and was enjoying
some quiet time sunning and swimming, listening to music, and reading a book I
had brought along in my backpack. A motorboat
pulled into the cove next to where I was
situated and set anchor. Nothing unusual
in any of this, but the driver of the boat immediately caught my
attention. He was an exceptionally good
looking man in his mid to late thirties, a small man but beautifully
proportioned with a deep tan covering his entire body. He had thick dark hair with heavy eyebrows and
a strong jaw set in a slightly unshaven face that I found startling handsome,
but the feature that stood out most prominently was his crotch. It was disproportionately larger than the
rest of his body, kind of like some of the photo-shopped pictures I've seen on
the net. The whole package was
absolutely to die for, but it almost looked like it belonged on a much larger
body. Maybe this is one of the reasons I
found him so sexually arousing. I
observed that his feet were small, as were his hands, but all matching
perfectly with the size of his torso, his butt, and the length of his
legs. And there in the middle of his
body was this large, dark and ever so prominent package that exuded a powerful
presence. He was standing on a platform
in front of the wheel of the boat and he was completely naked, no shoes, no
hat, nothing. He had a group of people
on the boat with him, but because he was elevated in his position of steering
the boat and everyone else was beneath him, at first I didn't even notice who
his passengers were. His presence was so
commanding, certainly of my attention, that it was only after anchor was set
that I began to take note of the other people in the boat. There were two adult women and an older man
with gray hair (maybe his father or father-in-law?) and two teenage boys,
probably around 16 or 17 years of age (his son and a friend?). Everyone
was wearing some sort of swimsuit except our handsome, naked sailor. I imagined that this guy spent most of his
time at home naked, surrounded by friends and family, no doubt everyone
admiring the exceptional beauty of his body.
Most anyone would simply pale in comparison next to him, such were my
thoughts. The language of his body was
one of complete confidence, vibrant health, masculine vitality, highly charged
eroticism, and control. He was definitely the alpha male and he knew
it and so did everyone else. I applied
another layer of sunscreen to my face and propped myself up comfortably so that
I could observe without being too conspicuous (or straining).
They were,
fortunately, a rather quiet group. Some
boats that set anchor have elaborate sound systems that blast loud music that
can be nearly deafening, which I hate. I
don't hesitate to move away from such annoying people. But this group was different. The two teenage boys pulled off their shirts
to reveal brightly colored speedos and trim bodies and were soon in the water, swimming
towards shore where they quickly ascended the rocky shoreline and achieved footing on the well manicured trail where they
disappeared from view. Both women wore
standard two piece bikinis.
The older
man wore a pair of trunks and he too was soon in the water, drifting leisurely
on his float, leaving our naked sailor alone with two bikini clad women. It was at this point in all the activity that
I thought I might very well drift off myself, to sleep, when I heard a splash
and noticed our handsome sailor had dived off the side of the boat. The women were busy doing all the things that
need to be done for everyone to have plenty to eat and drink. Our sailor swam around for a while, checked a
few things on the outside of the boat, climbed back on board, grabbed a towel
and began drying himself off, in full view not only of me but of anyone else
who wanted to watch from the water or the shore. I have seen naked men show off their goods at
the lake countless times, and occasionally really buffed guys will preen their
bodies almost as though they were on stage.
There was something very different in the body movements of this
man. There was an intense sexuality to
him, and no doubt he must have known people were watching, but he seemed so
very natural in his movements and without any inhibition whatsoever. It is hard to describe. I can almost ascribe god-like qualities not
only to his looks, but to his body language.
He was just about as comfortable being himself as anyone I'd seen. It was just as natural for him to towel dry
his shoulders as it was his crotch and ass; however, he did linger a bit in
drying his cock and balls, enough so that he soon displayed a
semi-erection. Afterwards he would
regularly wrap his hand around his cock or tug on his balls just enough to keep
his member semi-engorged and more fully on display. He made no attempt to conceal any of this from
the women on board or the people on shore, and I was happy to watch and
admire. At times the reflection of the sun on the
water was blinding. The sky was intense
blue with barely a cloud in sight. I was actually beginning to fantasize that the
man might very well have sex with one of the women on board, before the others
returned, but he seemed quite content to
casually masturbate while interacting conversationally with the them.
It wasn't
long before the two teenage boys were back on the boat, and soon after they
were onboard the older man appeared in the water on the other side of the boat,
still on his float. It's strange, but
having these people return to the boat seemed to prompt our sailor to a new
height of sexual arousal. As they all
went about their business of interacting with one another--drinking sodas,
eating sandwiches, talking--our good looking sailor continued openly stroking
his cock with regularity, getting it to stand at full mast, right in the faces
of his passengers. There were moments
when I thought he might suddenly thrust his cock into someone's mouth, it would
have been so easy for him to do, but that didn't happen. My imagination was going in all
directions. He did, however, begin
applying tanning oil to his body that made it glisten in the sun. He was like an artist with his body as
canvas. The women had applied sunscreen
generously to themselves and were encouraging the boys to the do the same. They were all helping each other apply
sunscreen to those hard to reach parts of their backs. Our sailor handed his tanning oil to one of
the teenage boys, prompting him to apply the oil to his back. When the boy came to the man's tanned
buttocks, there was no hesitation in generously applying the oil to the tanned
butt cheeks. The real surprise came when
the man turned around and faced the teen, and the teen began applying oil to the area right above his pubes, and
again, without hesitation the teen poured more oil into his hand and began
applying it directly to the man's cock. The
semi-hard cock quickly came to full mast once again and the young man began stroking
it with great familiarity and affection.
After carefully rubbing the man's balls, he began going down each leg,
carefully spreading the oil on to the
beautiful tanned skin. With his cock at
full mast, the sailor continued a slow, steady stroking action on his well
lubed cock. The other young man who was
sitting right there reached up and took over stroking the hard cock, almost as
if he didn't want the other teen to think he had exclusive rights to touch this
large symbol of manhood. Clearly this
was not something new, and I was really taken aback as I watched the action
unfold. Honestly, my heart was pounding,
and I began to think I was observing something that really shouldn't be
happening, either publicly or privately. At the same time, I found my cock both hard
and dripping pre-cum, and I imagined myself sitting on the boat as a young man
and playing with this gorgeous cock, and so what if it might belong to my best
friend's father or uncle? Such events
were not part of my history.
During such
moments of arousal combined with such utter relaxation brought on by swimming
and the presence of nature, I find it easy to lapse into short periods of
sleep, deep enough that I enter that place where dreams begin unfolding in my
mind, and are often somewhat integrated with what is actually going on around
me. I was soon on the boat that had set
anchor below me, and was all alone with the naked sailor. I was on my stomach, lying across the top of
the boat and he was on top of me, his lubed cock slowing penetrating the
essence of my sensuality. Once he had
achieved full penetration, he began fucking me and I felt as though the force
might push me all the way to ejaculation.
Suddenly a ski jet rushed by the boat, causing it to bob up and down
somewhat violently and I was so annoyed I looked up but was only blinded by the
sun. Then reached back to pull my
lover's cock back into my ass but but he was not there. Instead, I found I was still on my rock,
alone. I looked down and the boat with
my lover was gone. Still, I could feel
how he had only moments earlier deeply penetrated me. I had cum.
I walked down to the edge of the water and gazed at my reflection, then
dove into the dark depths of the lake.
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