Chapter 03: A Blast at the Beach
Early one morning that strange summer I got a call from Doug. He wanted to take a ride north to Gunnison Beach on Sandy Hook to explore the naturist resort there. Although my wife Rose was going to be around all that day, I agreed to go with him.
I agreed partly because I knew going would keep Doug away from Rose, even if only for a short time. It was a difficult period for me, as I was contending with jealousy in the wake of Doug and Rose's encounter a few weeks earlier. Two other times since then I had returned to the house to find Doug there. Both times he was sporting a monstrous erection and seated on the couch in our living room directly across from Rose. I was never able to prove that there'd been any back-door hijinks, however Rose eventually admitted to me that she'd carried on a fling with Doug that lasted for many years. But that's a different story altogether. The issue ultimately blew over and Doug, Rose and I are all on good terms today.
I rolled out of bed that particular day ready for a change of scenery. After more than a month of being constantly naked, day in day out, I found it a little unsettling to have to don clothes to make the hour or so trip to Sandy Hook. I dug out some khaki shorts and vest and donned my usual safari hat (probably one of the reasons Rose felt free to cheat on me was because, nude or no, I was always wearing that ridiculous thing). Doug said he'd drive, and soon rolled up in his small Italian roadster.
While I had gotten dressed for the trip, Doug was wearing barely anything at all. The only thing he had on was a strange, loincloth-like piece that barely covered his enormous penis. One of his female aficionados at our club had devised it for him. It consisted of a snug piece of cloth and several straps that held Doug's humungous member to his left leg, and that was basically it. One tug on the straps and the cloth would instantly detach to reveal Doug's cock in all its gross, resplendent glory. I wondered if police officers would feel it even met the legal criteria for clothing, if it came to that. It was so tight fitting I didn't see how he could possibly get hard and keep it on.
We set off on the trip, driving north on Route 9 with the top down, passing through the various Jersey Shore towns. It was a fantastic day outside, cloudless. Since it was the middle of the week there was little traffic, so we made good time to the park gates.
As we rolled up, I realized the gate attendant would be staring directly down into Doug's crotch. He seemed unfazed, and pushed his idiotic-looking wraparound sunglasses back on his nose.
The attendant was a young woman who resembled Doug's occasional flame from the club, Elaine. She glanced down at Doug's strong physique as he sat impassively, half-nude in the car. Her eyebrows shot up when she saw was between his legs. "Hello," I called across to her.
We paid the toll and she raised the gates. She gave us a sly grin. "I know where you guys are heading today. Great day for the beach. The water ought to be fine. It'll be uh, hard...finding parking down by Gunnison. You fellas have fun."
Doug gave her his typical unreadable smirk and we took off.
"How nice. She thinks we're a gay couple," I said jokingly. "Look Doug, while I appreciate your huge dick, getting hands on with it is another matter entirely." And it was true. I was perpetually aroused by seeing women's passionate reaction to his improbably gigantic schlong and their inevitable, adoring capitulation before it. That summer so far I had personally witnessed more than a dozen women desperately beating him off and sucking at it, including my own Rose, and it was always amusing. It still is.
The road to the beach was virtually deserted. Heat steamed off the blacktop of the four lane highway that ran down the peninsula to the beach. On one side was the Atlantic, the other the bay. Sailboats drifted in the distance. The cliffs of the Atlantic Highlands rose off to our left. Before us there was the rough scrubland of Sandy Hook, with its aging war base and--somewhere out on the far side of those wilds--public naturist resort.
We hadn't gone further than a half-mile from the gate when Doug single-handedly yanked on the straps attached to his "loincloth." It came off immediately and he tossed it out the window. I watched in the rearview mirror as the tiny cloth fluttered in the wind, quickly lost behind us. His incredible penis unfurled, wobbling and vibrating with the car's motion, its head drooping off the leather seats and down toward the floor.
I had known Doug to be an exhibitonist par excellence, but this made me a little anxious. Though we were off the beaten trail, we could still encounter police and uptight drivers who might report us. And there was always the possibity of a crash. I could see the headlines now: Naked Man Arrested Driving; College Professor Rode Shotgun. Any way you sliced it, it didn't look good for my career.
But there was nobody in sight on the road ahead. We drove on in silence for awhile. Then out of nowhere I spotted a Jeep coming up quickly from behind. It contained a pair of young women. The Jeep slowed behind us for awhile, then made a move to pass on the left. The vehicle came up alongside us and matched our speed. The woman were laughing and looking down at us.
They cheered and waved. It wasn't clear to me that they were reacting to Doug's nakedness specifically, or even if they could see the coiled serpent in his lap.
Doug glanced up at them cooly, his expression betraying nothing. Then, as if on cue, his dick sprang to life. It jerked sideways and bounced off the back of the steering wheel until it stood straight up like some massive transmission stick. Without exaggerating, the head rested on the center post of the steering column. Doug could've used it to beep the horn.
I could just about see the woman in the passenger's seat. Her face lit up, and she tapped the driver, who turned to look once, twice, three times. Both of their mouths hung open, and then they began cheering and beeping. After a few moments of this they sped off in front of us and disappeared around a curve up ahead.
"They seemed to have some effect on you, eh?" I said to Doug. He didn't responded. Eventually his cock settled down and went limp.
After a few more minutes of driving through what seemed like a dense jungle brush, we arrived at the parking lot for Gunnison. It was indeed crowded. People were milling about the lot in various states of undress. I wondered if Doug intended to walk fully nude from his car all the way to the beach, a distance of maybe a quarter mile. No sooner did the thought cross my mind than Doug stood up out of the vehicle, his hideous, magnificent prick waving shamelessly in the breeze. He locked the door and trotted off ahead of me, keys jingling in his hand.
People immediately took notice of him, though no one made too much of a fuss. An elderly woman being helped out a car by a nurse raised her hand to her mouth and they both broke into a grin. One man nudged a friend who was lounging with him against the side of a car. All eyes were on Doug as he sauntered toward the beach.
I had seen enough of Doug those past few months so that I was usually unfazed by it, but at that moment it struck me once again how singularly huge his penis truly was. It swung down from his crotch like some rude, fleshy belt, slapping up against his thighs with each step. It was dark brown, almost purple, almost a different color entirely from the rest of his tanned body, and his pubis and the huge testicles that descended below it were covered with coarse black hair. It looked almost like some dwarf leg that had been grafted onto him, but I knew from the gallons of semen he'd expended since the time I'd met him that it was all too real.
The prick garnered its fair share of gasps and stairs and we moved steadily closer to the ocean and people became less and less clothed. We approached a sign that warned of "nude sunbathers ahead," and I readied myself to remove my outfit.
Just then, a chunky, red-faced young woman in a ranger outfit came stalking up behind Doug.
"Sir!" She shouted in a strident tone. "Sir! You need to be clothed in this area..."
Doug whirled, and his dong followed in a blur, whipping around his hip before settling down directly in front of him again.
The ranger stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes bulged as she beheld the monstrous thing.
