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It’s time to go to the nude beach.
It’s been on Reggie’s schedule ever since he got back home to California. Go and check out the nude beach. It was the talk of the guys on the hockey team besides which girls were attractive and who fucked up out there on the rink. Sure, there’s an appeal to going skinny dipping in the Canada woods, which they could all go out and do every day if they wanted to. There’s bears, though, and you would freeze your fucking ass off, and Reggie lives in beautiful Santa Cruz a 20 minute drive from a nude beach with beautiful girls flopping around toplessly, so we should all just go there.
Reggie hasn’t been there before. Reggie hasn’t really been nude around anyone before. Even in the locker room, with the rest of the guys, he goes and sneaks off into the stall just to get his jockstrap on before he goes back out. He’s had a girlfriend – according to the stories he’s told the guys, they’ve gone all the way and then some. Fucked on the kitchen counter, in the back of the car, on the frozen lake, the works. They really did an awkward handjob under a blanket and not much more than that.
It’s been good being back home. Seeing his old friends from high school, chilling at the (normal) beach, enjoying the sun instead of freezing his ass off every single day. He knows he’ll miss college soon enough but these last few weeks have been great.
He sits in the front seat of his car, hands still gripping the steering wheel.
Reggie knows he has to face this right now. Dennis and George and Adrien are literally on a Greyhound bus coming down right now, and they packed nothing in their bags (presumably). If he doesn’t do this today, if he doesn’t step in the car and go down to that beach, he’s going to have to strip nude in front of his friends tomorrow.
He giggles to himself. What a stupid situation.
It’s a beautiful afternoon. Everything is starting to ripen. The sun is golden.
It’s all going to be fine.
Reggie steps out of the car. He’s wearing his Speedo underneath a pair of baggy jeans and a red tee-shirt. He throws a towel over his shoulder. Presumably there’s some sort of changing room along the beach that he can use. He locks the car and looks for the trailhead.
It’s a bit of a walk down to the beach. These scraggly bushes line the edges of the path as dirt turns to sand. Bright orange California poppies poke through the brush.
His heart is thumping. He plays with the heart locket around his neck.
And then the bushes give way to the beach. And there are naked people.
He blushes and looks down. It’s not too busy, which almost might be worse. He could develop a personal relationship with everyone here.
The entrance has a few showers along a concrete brick wall and nothing else. No changing room, just beach. He could go up into the brush to change if he wanted to, but at this point that seems uncomfortable.
The audience is a little older than what Reggie was expecting. There are a few women in their 30s all topless but not bottomless. There’s a dog maybe his age lounging out in the sun. He has a huge dick with a Prince Albert piercing. He doesn’t want to be staring at that guy’s dick but he totally is. Reggie rationalizes it to himself – you don’t go to a nude beach if you don’t expect to be stared at a little.
He walks through the sand. If he doesn’t want other people looking at him, he definitely shouldn’t be looking at them. The dog did have a big dig though.
There are a couple of other guys, all a little older. Saggy old man balls are really something to look at. There are two girls his age but they’re both covered completely and together – not too accessible.
He picks a spot up by the dunes and lays his towel down. Reggie kicks off his sandals and tucks his bunny feet into the sand. It’s nice. It’s warm.
The water is calm. There’s a goat in there with long hair watching and enjoying the sun begin to set. This isn’t too bad.
Reggie takes his shirt off, undoes his belt, and slips his pants off too. He looks good in a Speedo and he knows it. Being a hockey player means you’re covered up all the time, but he knows that underneath all of that is a great body. Lean and fit, a little short but still good-looking. No one has cracked their neck to look at him, which feels good.
He watches the guy in the water for a bit, then decides he wants to go in there too. Everything in his body is telling him to keep the Speedo on and take it off in the water. Instead, Reggie takes a look around and then goes for it. Speedo off.
Reggie is, you know, average. He’s a good size. He’s not the biggest guy in the world but he’s confident in his dick, right? The only guys who go around flaunting it for everyone to see are the jackasses anyway. It doesn’t really matter how big he is.
He stands up and makes his way over to the water. People aren’t looking. It’s fine. He walks out of the way of a woman sunbathing and she doesn’t even take her gaze off of her novel. It’s okay.
Reggie stands at the base of the water and lets it lap at his feet for a moment before he dives in and he is once again protected. The cool water is lovely.
It’s so calm out here. He swims out until his paws can’t touch the sand anymore and floats in place. The sunset is magnificent.
To his right, about 20 feet out is that goat who was swimming here earlier. He looks over and Reggie grins. The goat grins back.
“Hey, kid,” he calls out. He must be around 30. His hair floats in the water around him, as does his golden earrings. A seemingly ironic cross floats there too. “You new around here?”
Reggie swims closer, maybe about five feet away. He’s a good looking guy. “Uh, yeah. How’d you know?”
“I come here a lot. I know the regs. Is it your first time?”
Reggie nods. “I’ve lived here for a while but it’s my first time coming out.”
The guy smiles. “I could tell.”
“How?”
“Nah, I was like that my first time too. You don’t want anyone seeing your business.”
Reggie chuckles. “It’s really something.”
“It feels free?”
“It does, it does. It feels good to be nude.”
“Yeeeah.” He lets out a sigh. “I’m Smudge.”
“Reggie.”
“Nice to meet you, buddy,” Smudge says. “Don’t worry. You’re doing great.”
“Does it get easier?”
“Being nude?”
“Yeah.”
“For sure, for sure. You come here a few times ‘n it’s not even weird anymore. Shouldn’t be weird in the first place but… y’know.”
They look at the sunset for a little bit. Reggie is calm.
He looks behind him and realizes he left his phone and his wallet and his keys just on the beach for anyone to get to. “Shit.”
“You good?”
He grins. “Yeah, man. Just taking a little dip.”
“See you around sometime, Reggie?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He swims back and steps out. Reggie doesn’t want to imagine the way his dick is swinging as he walks forward right now, but he does. One of the girls his age actually does look at him, then immediately says something to her friend. He can’t help but smile at that.
Reggie throws his Speedo back on – that’s enough exploration for one day. He sits on his towel and closes his eyes for a second, letting the sun warm him up. He feels good.
He tosses his clothes and the towel over his shoulder and heads over to the showers. As he walks over there, he sees Smudge walking out of the water.
Reggie turns the water on. Smudge grabs the shower next to him and greets him with a nod.
“Holy shit,” he says under his breath, deliberately facing away from Smudge. “Shit.”
Smudge is the most attractive guy he’s ever seen. Reggie always had a thing for men that he decided to deal with later, but right now he can’t help but think about it. Smudge is heavy-set and looks great – nice ass, nice thighs, a perfect dick. Smudge showers with a little grin on his face, marveling at the beauty of the beach beyond him. Reggie showers while trying to sneak a peek at Smudge. The water makes his Speedo cling to his dick and he prays he doesn’t get a hard-on.
It should be fine. Smudge said it’s not weird at all. It’s not weird. It’s fine.
Something in his body is buzzing. Look at him. Look at the stretch marks on his thighs. Look at his goat tail. Look at his hair cascading down his back, the tips dyed pink. Look at his piercings. Look at those horns. Look at that dick.
Smudge turns off the water and walks in front of Reggie.
“Kid?” he says.
“Yeah?”
“If you want to look, you can just ask.”
“I–” Reggie stutters. “I– uh, uh–”
Smudge grins. “You want another look, come back again soon. I’ll be here.”
Reggie watches his ass as he walks back to wherever his towel is set up. He lets out all of the air he didn’t realize he was holding in. He gets dressed and goes.
Sitting in his car, he smiles. All together not a bad first time at the nude beach.