Naked Man at the Lake by bare

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.    

Stone's Face by wj

On my way out of the diner, a man stopped me and asked, “Are you Ed Stone?” When I answered that I was, he told me that he had learned of me from Geoff, whom I knew as another regular at the diner. Introducing himself as Tom Williams, he said that, from what he had heard from Geoff, he was sure that I would enjoyed a play date at his houseboat. In the few seconds this exchange took, my face must have flushed noticeably. Geoff must have told Tom about the time he had coaxed me into letting him undress me, inspect me, edge me, and stroke me to orgasm. Standing by the door near the busy cash register, I was caught between the feelings of embarrassment that had me wanting to leave without saying a word in reply and the sudden excitement that came with the memory of the evening at Geoff’s.

Standing there, one particular picture came to mind, that of seeing myself naked standing next to fully dressed Geoff in his living room. My heart pounded and I realized that behind me was a wall mirror, and that, turning then to look, I would think of how I wanted Tom Williams to undress and play with me as Geoff had done, while I watched it all in the mirror. My voice was gone, I tried to say something, but it wouldn’t come out. “Call me,” Tom said, tucking a card in my shirt pocket. He looked very satisfied at my embarrassed response. When I got to my car around the corner, my heart was still pounding, and I sat with my eyes closed, images from the mirror flooding from that evening months before. Tom’s smile, as he had spoken of the play date and my pleasure, came to mind as well. I called him as soon as I got home and left a message on his machine.

He called back in less than an hour. I was again nervous, the fact of which he seemed very aware, and repeatedly assured me that I would have a great time. We made a date for the following Friday evening at Tom’s houseboat down on Lake Union. For days I thought of the coming date, getting hard thinking about it. It would be very different than the time Geoff had invited me to his apartment after we had talked in the diner. Geoff had seduced me, making very polite requests and saying how much he would appreciate my assenting to his unbuttoning my shirt or then taking it off completely. I had enjoyed his voice intoning with assurance that his undressing and then looking at me and touching me was the right thing to do. With Tom there wouldn’t be any coaxing. I had, by calling him, confirmed what Geoff had told him, I liked being undressed, admired, and stroked.

I told Tom that I was nervous, when he met me at the entrance to the dock. “Nervous or excited?” he asked, which made me think for a moment how much I wanted him to reassure me as Geoff had. Was I nervous because I was not eligible or deserving of the courtesies of seduction? I didn’t know how to answer my own question of myself or his entirely. “Both,” I replied. “I am very excited and nervous at the same time.” As we walked down the dock and spoke those few words, I looked at him and his look told me that he was enjoying my nervousness, my vulnerability. My heart was pounding.

Once inside the houseboat, Tom had me look at the two of us in a large mirror as we talked and he undressed me slowly. He went about it rather like a window dresser in a department store window. For a few moments I thought I might calm down entirely and feel relaxed. But the moment he unbuttoned three buttons on my shirt and looked inside, I was suddenly trembling. “Oh, Ed,” he said, looking inside my shirt. “You are naked.” I was in a way shocked by his statement. I wasn’t naked. I was trembling because I was being undressed slowly and was anticipating being naked for him. Yet, he was describing my trembling as my nakedness. My feeling, my desire showed completely. He was right. I was naked.

I don’t know how it was that I didn’t shoot my load in my pants before he unbuttoned them, I was so excited. Somehow Tom knew how to direct my attention and divert me from orgasm. That had to have been it. When I was completely undressed, Tom insisted that I look at my face in the mirror while he told me what we were going to do. For that he had me step closer to the mirror. We had been standing about six feet from it. For this part, we were only about a foot and a half from it. He told me slowly, while watching me watch my own facial expression, that he was going to put a cowbell on my cock and walk me down the dock to another houseboat where some friends of his were waiting for us. I watched my expression change. Tom enjoyed seeing me see my stunned reaction, which then soon began to be mixed with excitement. There was also an expression I didn’t expect, curiosity. I found myself looking at my face as though I was engaged in an effort to discover my own feelings.

I started to say something, but Tom stopped me. “Talk to me, but look at your own face.” he said. “Tom,” I said, “The dock is a public space, I don’t want people to see me, not just anyone passing by.” “Ed,” he replied, “It really isn’t a public dock. Only owners, renters and their friends use it, and this time of day it is pretty quiet. You are with me. I know everyone and will take care of anything. You are going to be glad you did this,” he added.

He put the bell on my cock. It fastened with a ring at the base of the head snugly. I was again very nervous, which now seemed not to matter to him as he was consumed again as the window dresser. Once he was satisfied that the bell was a good fit, he told me to walk around at a normal pace so that he could hear the bell. He explained that, when we went into the other houseboat, his friends needed to know when to look at the doorway. That was why the bell was so important. “They need to see your face as you walk into the room like this.” he told me. The ring on my cock head felt wonderful, even when it hurt a little. The bell’s weight made my hard on stand out straight from my body, except that, when I took a step and it swung, my cock pointed more toward the floor for a second, before bobbing up again. The bell was the right weight.

“Okay, Ed. You’re ready to go.” With that he went to the door, opened it, and motioned me to come with him. I looked at myself in the mirror and looked at him at the door. “Tom,” I said, “Could you look to see if anyone is out there? Your friends want to see me, but other people could be upset. I don’t want to be in trouble.” “It is okay,” he said. “They are waiting to see you, Ed. We’re going down the dock now.” For a moment I thought I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t take a step toward the door naked with a cowbell hanging from my hard cock, my face flushed with excitement. But I did it. I walked to the door, looked out, looked at Tom, whose face suddenly bore a distinctly mischievous expression. When I hesitated, he pulled me (clang, clang) out the door by my left elbow and like a child being taken to the principal’s office, walked me down the dock in the twilight to a light green houseboat, the bell announcing every step I took. I felt there were eyes that had come to the windows of the houseboats and were watching me. Tom led me to and opened a side door and then into the kitchen within. To the left was a stairway. “Up the stairs, Ed. They are waiting to see you,” Tom said. “Go. Show your face.”

I went up the steep stairs, the cowbell clanging, and into a bright room, which seemed furnished more like a lobby than anything else, a lobby full of men all directing their attention to me as I emerged to show my face, as Tom put it. And he put it rightly. I showed my face first and foremost coming up the stairs into the room that way. It seemed that my face was the part of me that interested them most, though they were very interested in my hard on as well.

“Where is Sandy?” a fellow in a leather chair asked. “Did Tom tell you about Sandy?” “No,” I replied.  Someone else said, “Tom probably forgot and is getting him now.” I was standing then by the door, or rather the railing at the top of the stairs and about seven or eight feet from the nearest chair. There were five men, one of them very cute. Behind me was a sudden rush. A small Labrador came up the stairs and sniffed my left thigh and hand. “He will lick your balls,” someone said. “It’s okay. Don’t worry.” “You will like it,” someone else offered. Sandy did lick my balls and it did feel wonderful. Then someone directed Sandy to what was evidently his place under a table.

On the table were some three by five cards, which Tom, who had come up the stairs after Sandy, picked up, briefly looked through, and handed to the fellow in the leather chair. He alone asked the questions from the cards, questions which were framed so that I had to admit to my desires or describe them. Often, they began with, “Do you want to tell us . . .” When asked, for example, I said that I wanted to tell them about the first time I was naked with a clothed male and how it made me feel.

At scout camp we had been instructed in what to do in case we encountered a bear. The instruction was that the scout was to take off his jacket and, laying it on the ground, retreat slowly in the direction of camp. The bear would be interested in inspecting the jacket, allowing time for the scout to put distance between himself and the danger.

As the straggler on a return from a short hike into the woods, I had heard something on the trail that sounded like a large animal and, having no jacket, took off my shirt, laid it on the trail and slowly retreated. Still some distance from camp, I again heard something that sounded like a large animal. I took off my pants, laid them on the trail and, continued to retreat towards camp slowly. Soon after that, I saw at a distance further down the trail the assistant scout master, a very handsome young man. He was not headed towards camp, but rather towards me. Immediately, as I thought about how soon he would notice me, I decided that I wanted nothing more than to take my underwear off, lay it on the trail and let him see me like that.  I laid my underwear on the trail and continued down the trail toward him. When he saw me he smiled, and the moment he did that, my cock got hard. I tried to pretend I didn’t know I had a hard on, when I explained to him that I had left my clothing on the trail on account of a bear. But he said, “Ed, you have a hard on. You don’t want to go back to camp like that.” Then, confronted with the fact, I told him it just happened when I saw him and that I didn’t think it would go away. He smiled again and assured me it would be okay. He looked up the trail and down, then led me off the trail and around a large tree. “I’ll make it okay,” he said. “I know what we can do.” With that, he rested one arm on my shoulder and began stroking my cock with the other. “Come on, Ed,” he said. “You can do it,” he said and put his lips to my right ear. “Yes, Ed,” he said and kissed my neck. “Do it for me.” Very quickly I came. “It’s going to be okay now,” he said. “It’s going to be okay.” And it was. He took me up the trail where we recovered my underwear and then, seeing that there seemed no sign of a bear, further up the trail to my pants and shirt.

Having told the group of that first experience, I volunteered that one of them reminded me of the assistant scout master, and they all smiled. I said that it felt very good to tell them how excited that made me feel, both to see that one of them looked like the assistant scout master and to tell them that.

I was asked if I would like to swing the bell? I said I wanted to and did. Did I want one of them to dab the pre cum from my cock? I answered that I did want that. Did I want them to open my slit, when they dabbed the pre cum from my cock? Oh, yes. please. Would I like to see myself in a mirror? Yes, I would. I was told to turn around. I hadn’t noticed when I had come up the stairs that there was a mirror on the wall above the stairs. They asked if I wanted to tell them how it felt looking in the mirror at myself. I could see some of them behind me in the mirror, but not the cute one who reminded me of the assistant scout master. I told them that and the cute one stood up and came over and stood next to me. He rested an arm on my right shoulder and put his lips to my ear. “Ed,” he said, “it’s going to be okay.” And it was.