This is a CFNM story featuring voluntary male nudity, voluntary female nudity, body worship, and a public hand-job. There is no sexual intercourse. All characters are over the age of eighteen. Though "Oz Beach Boy" Matt (a muscular, well-hung, sex addicted 26-year-old male exhibitionist) is a fictional character (the author is in far worse shape, with a way smaller penis!), and the actual sexual activity at the end is pure fantasy, this story essentially happened almost exactly as written, and is based on my own personal experiences.
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It was a cloudy, humid summer's day in Sydney, Australia. My heavily muscled body was slick with sweat, and I was clad in a small, bikini-style pair of Speedos, a straw cowboy hat, and a pair of reflective aviator sunglasses. I was dressed for the occasion and exactly where I wanted to be...on the coast and looking for action.
With a backpack across my broad shoulders, I stared down from a large wooden lookout platform at the secluded but very familiar bay below. Almost like a canal, there is a very small sandy beach at the base of the bay, with a long stretch of rocks jutting out toward the ocean on either side. A walking track rings around the bay, and then leads off to one of Sydney's popular beaches.
While the beach itself and the rocky areas closest to the sand are often busy with sunbathers and swimmers, as you move further along the rocks away from the shore, it gets decidedly quieter, and it is here that people very occasionally sun themselves in the nude and swim naked off the rocks. It's not an "official" nude area, but the bay's distant edges provide a safe haven for those who like to go au naturale.
I've had many great sexual experiences here, and it was indeed at this secluded bay where I first met the beautiful and angelic Mia St. Clair, an eighteen-year-old schoolgirl who would surprisingly open up a lot of sensual, highly salacious opportunities for me. [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Strips For Schoolgirls"] When I met Mia's mother, Dominique St. Clair [See Story: "Oz Beach Boy Meets Schoolgirl's Mum"], my life got even raunchier and more debauched.
Salacious, debauched sexual experiences are a regular part of my decidedly lascivious existence. Though not officially diagnosed, I'm a raging sex addict. I'm a 26-year-old narcissistic Aussie male exhibitionist who loves getting nude, preferably with women watching me. I spend hours training to get my body into intensely ripped and muscular shape, principally to attract as much female attention as possible.
I like to show off and put myself in potentially sexy situations whenever I can, particularly around Sydney's many beaches and secluded coastal bays. I also frequently stroll around at night on busy weekends looking for action wherever I can find it. I am constantly horny, and I've enjoyed a lot of kinky hook-ups in my time. I also enjoy being verbally ridiculed and objectified by women.
Despite the sticky heat, the thick, heavy cover of cloud and lack of sun meant that the secluded bay was less populated than it would usually be, even during the working week. There were only a few groups of people scattered across the rocks, and a handful of towels spread out on the beach.
As I scanned the rocks further away from the sand, a smile crossed my lips and a shiver of pleasure and excitement shot up my spine. Way, way along the rocks, and a safe distance away from any other sunbathers, I could see two women standing in a small, rocky alcove near the water, talking animatedly to each other.
I was too far away to gauge how old the women were or what they looked like, but there were definitely no men with them, and they were definitely wearing bikinis...which was more than enough to get me instantly and enormously excited.
I watched the two women from the wooden lookout platform with great interest. They stopped chatting, and then one of the women raised her hands to her face, obviously taking phone photos of the other woman, who appeared to be posing sexily.
I liked the look of this potentially sexy scenario very, very much. With nobody near the two women, I optimistically hoped that I might be able to get nude in their general area and stir up a little interest.
With an excited smile, I pulled my cowboy hat low and tight on my forehead and pushed my aviator sunglasses up on my nose. I turned, walked down the small set of wooden stairs off the lookout platform, and then raced along the walking path, heading down towards the secluded bay at a furious pace, not quite running, but moving as quickly as I could without drawing too much attention to myself.
I eventually walked down the small set of concrete stairs onto the sand of the small beach, and then cut over onto the long platform of huge, flat rock that made up one side of the bay. I got a few curious looks from the sunbathers as I moved past them quickly. I was desperate to get closer to the two women I'd spotted further along the rocks.
"Geez, look at him," said a young bikini-clad sunbather to her bikini-clad friend. "He's got a hot body, huh?"
"Yeah, he looks like a wanker though," the friend replied. "His whole body is waxed, and he's wearing a cowboy hat...and check out those little Speedos!"
"Oh, I'm looking at those Speedos alright," the first girl laughed. "I don't care if he's a wanker! Look at that bulge in his cossies! He must be fucking huge!"
I'm constantly amazed by the manner in which women often talk so openly about me, not even remotely concerned that I may be able to hear them. Women occasionally even very obviously take photos of me in my Speedos with their phones, while pretending to get shots of each other or the surrounding scenery. I, of course, love every minute of it...and do everything I can to get this kind of female attention.
I continued to walk hurriedly over the rocks past where people were enjoying the warm summer air, across a water-splashed break, and then further along over some more rocks towards the two women.
As I got closer, I could clearly see that they were young, attractive, and dressed in very revealing bikinis. Their voices rang out across the humid air, and I guessed immediately that they were likely Brazilian and speaking native Portuguese.
Now a mere few metres away, I got a much better look at the two women. In their early-to-mid-twenties, they were short in stature, with slim, compact builds. Their smooth, supple butts and small, pert breasts were nicely shown off by their barely-there g-string bikinis.
One of the women had black, silky, straight hair cut into a shoulder length bob, while the other had a thick, wavy, dark mane cut through with blonde streaks. Both women were covered with tattoos, and the darker haired woman had a ring through the middle of her nose. They looked like wild young women, and they spoke loudly and with obvious confidence.
I slowed my pace, and moved casually toward the Brazilians. I listened in to their conversation, but they were definitely speaking Portuguese, and I couldn't understand what they were saying. They laughed animatedly and chatted away enthusiastically, and I noticed a few English phrases peppered throughout their conversation.
