Part I - The Marks
The people who say that you got used to nudity had it half right. Sure, you got to the point where you could take to a friendly naked woman without getting a chubby all right, if they were all naked all the time and so were you, as was the generally the case at Del Rey Pismo Beach on lovely Proxima Island Florida. It was a nude beach, after all.
But, as Chuck, Sam and Bill knew, you still had to look at all that naked female flesh. Because you were male, and you were at the beach. And those were breasts jiggling all around you, and butts sashaying about, and most of all a lot of the hotties had started shaving their pussies and it was sooo nice to see those inner lips sticking out from between a hotties labia, like she was sticking out her other tongue at you and inviting you to have some fun with her.
"Man," said Chuck. "It's hell out here today. The beach is full of hotties and milfs, but if show any wood at all they'll shoot you down like a dog."
"Damn straight," said Bill.
An old man who happened to be standing near them, assembling snorkeling gear, said, "I disagree, guys. I think the women out there are a way more interested than you think they are."
To a man, Bill, Chuck and Sam had had more than their share of feminine flame-outs at they chubbies they'd had when they first started going to nude beaches, so these were words that they weren't inclined to give much credibility to. Especially when they came from some tall guy with a gray beard whose muscles where starting to hang from his bones rather than bulge from them, and who didn't have a big cock at all, although like most older guys, he had big, saggy balls.
If muscular or at least not flabby young guys like them got flamed for a chubby, sure as hell this old guy would be, too.
"Um, no way, dude," said Chuck in halfway respectful tones, just helping a dotty old guy out, "the chicks around here will burn you down big time."
"Name's Travis," said the old guy. "And I beg to differ. You just have to know how to approach them, is all."
"Well, Travis, how does one go about approaching the women on this beach so as to invite their approval of one's manly parts?" Sam asked. He was the brains of the three. Leave it to him to come up with a sly rejoinder, offering the old guy a chance to make a fool of himself.
"Well, rather than just tell you, perhaps a demonstration is in order," said Travis, grinning down at Sam in that unnervingly knowing way that older people have. "How about this: I have twenty bucks that says I can have one of those women, maybe several of those women, fondling my balls and my cock right out there on the beach in front of you, within the hour."
"You GOTTA be kidding," said Bill.
"Done," said Sam.
"Whaddya mean, done?" asked Chuck. "I mean, don't you think you're jumping the gun kinda fast?"
"Nope," said Chuck calmly. "I can't lose this one. There's only two things that can happen here. One, Travis here doesn't succeed, nobody touches any of his stuff, and I'm up twenty dollars. Two, Travis succeeds. I'm down twenty dollars, but I've been entertained and enlightened. I've seen something I never would have expected to see, that's easily worth twenty dollars to see."
"I'm in," Bill said immediately.
"Me, too," said Chuck grinning. "It is a no-lose proposition when you put it that way."
"You boys are sharp," said Travis, grinning. "Of course, I might still lose -- if I don't succeed, I'm out sixty dollars and anything I will have learned will probably be a painful lesson. But you know, I'm going to succeed." And with these words he went striding toward the water.
Chuck, Sam and Bill watched him walk away, though the sight of Travis' scrawny butt wasn't exactly inspiring. Having been at Del Rey Pismo Beach had hardened them to such sights.
"I think we all just made twenty bucks," said Sam as the man waded out into the gentle surf. They watched him slide his swim mask over his face and adjust his snorkel, then dive into the water.
"Oh, man he's going snorkeling," said Chuck. "How's that going to work?"
"Maybe he's already forgotten about the bet," said Bill. "Maybe he's one of those Alzheimeer's guys."
"Give him some time, guys," said Chuck. "He's got an hour."
For the next few moments, they watched Travis aimlessly snorkeling along the beach, pausing every so often to place some prize in a fine mesh net sack he had tied to his waist.
"He's making for that milf near him," said Sam, referring to a woman standing in knee-deep water.
"Yeah, I noticed that," said Chuck.
A few moments later, they saw Travis rise from the water just a foot or so away from the woman. They exchanged words. The woman's body language indicated she wasn't on friendly terms with Travis. He seemed a bit stand-offish, too. After a few moments of talking, Travis turned his back on the woman and sank back into the water, to resume his snorkeling.
"Ooh, shot down in flames!"" Chuck cried.
"Yeah, looks like it," Sam said. "But wait a minute ..."
They saw the woman Travis had spoken with walk over to a group of four other milfs splayed out atop beach towels. She knelt in front of them and they began talking. After a few moments of speech, all four of them got to their feet and headed purposefully into the water. Their obvious target was Travis, who was still snorkeling about in the shallows, oblivious to the five women fast approaching him.
"What the hell?" asked Bill.
They saw the women wade out and form a group, blocking Travis' way. Once again, he rose from the water, facing them.
They talked for a longer time. The body language was stiff at first but then got more relaxed.
"What the hell do you suppose he's saying?" Bill asked. Then, "Wow!"
"Oh, shit, we are all out twenty bucks!" Chuck cried.
They had seen one of the women reach forward and take a firm hold of Travis' cock. They stared, open-mouthed, as a few moments later one of the women stepped forward and felt Travis' balls.
After a few more moments, all but one of the women had caressed Travis' genitals in some way. Then Travis slid back into the water and resumed snorkeling, while the women walked away, still talking, but the strange thing was, the body language among all the women was much more relaxed.
"What the hell was THAT?" cried Chuck.
"About twenty bucks down the drain," said Bill.
"Come on," said Sam. "Are you guys telling me that you wouldn't pay twenty bucks ... oh, hell, MORE than twenty bucks ... to see something like that?"
Chuck laughed. "You got a point there."
"Damn straight," said Sam, grinning. "That was some Class One weirdness we just saw."
A few minutes later Travis strode out of the surf and walked over to Chuck, Bill and Sam.
"So whaddya think?" asked Travis.
"I think we owe you twenty bucks," said Sam. "How did you DO that?"
