I was getting used to using the infrared camera, but not being visible in public. My clothing felt itchy on my skin and if someone looked at me I would flinch before I remembered they could see me.
Unfortunately, as long as I wanted to go around holding a camera, I had to do it visible and clothed.
In the months since my encounter with Lex I had embraced the freedom of being a nudist. I realized pretty quickly that the mall had been a stupid choice and the real place to go was the swimming pool. I was able to get inside easily and hang out while men of all ages came and went and swam and stripped and showered right in front of me. Sometimes I felt a bit guilty jerking off in the corner of the shower room, but really at this point I was too deep to turn back. And there are way worse people in the world than the teen pervert jacking off in the public shower.
The camera I bought was the cheapest, smallest option available, but it was still bulkier than a phone and I wondered what people thought as I walked up and down random streets filming air. They probably just thought I was a YouTuber.
Lex had told me all he knew, that there was at least one other invisible guy he'd seen walking around, but that he thought there might be more. He had seen them around the local college campus when he'd been a student there before he transferred.
As soon as the camera arrived I'd started scouring the area, but it had still been winter and there was little chance of catching an invisible person (alive) out in the snow.
But then Spring came, and for months I wandered around after school. Every blink of red caught my attention, but it was always someone in their home or behind a fence, and if I hid my clothes in a bush and investigated while invisible it always turned out to be nothing.
Until my birthday.
My mom wanted to do something special, so we packed the car full of treats and went down to the beach.
It was still May, so the beaches weren't crowded with summer tourists yet, but there were enough people that we wandered around looking for a spot where we wouldn't have to listen to anyone. I had the camera in my bag, but I was playing the part of a good son and going along with my mom's plans for a beach feast. She had two different pies, apple and lemon meringue, and four different slices of cake. We had chips and pretzels and Lebanese dips. We propped up a pair of umbrellas and put on sunscreen and settled in for a full day of relaxing at the ocean.
I was wearing swim shorts, but it was nice to be mostly naked outside.
I left the camera in my bag in favour of reading a book. As I flipped a page I'd glance up and look around at the other people on the beach. A few meters away to the right was a middle-aged man helping his daughters make a sandcastle while his wife filmed with her phone. Closer to the water were a pair of lean surfer dudes. They had come back in from the water and stripped the top halves of their wetsuits down, leaving them bunched around their waists, but the zippers were low enough I could see they weren't wearing anything underneath. I adjusted my hard cock and tried to focus on the book.
A bit of noise, some music and a loud conversation, caught my ear to the left and I looked around the edge of my umbrella. Three college guys were walking along the beach wearing just shorts and sandals with backpacks on their shoulders. One had a cooler, another had a stereo playing deadmau5, and the third had a big blanket, which he started to spread out not far from us. I didn't mind the music so I was about to sit back to not get caught staring when the green shorts on the guy holding the cooler suddenly slipped to his thighs. He stumbled forward, his beautiful bare ass on display, as he put down the cooler and pulled his shorts back up and turned to his friends. They had been dropping off their bags and hadn't seen what I saw, but the guy in green pushed his buddy's bare chest and told him off for pantsing him.
I scrambled for my infrared camera.
Luckily mom was sleeping so she didn't see me poke it up over the edge of my umbrella like a peeping Tom periscope.
There he was! The camera showed me the three guys organizing their cooler and bags, but standing just off to one side was a fourth man. I snapped a photo and sat back down.
On the touch screen I zoomed in. He was standing casually, unbothered, and naked. The camera picked up his skin as red and orange, and his shoulder-length hair as blue, but it was undeniably a naked man, probably around my age or a little older, with his left hand on his hip and his right hand wrapped around his cock. He was jacking off in the middle of the beach.
I looked over the umbrella again and only saw the three college boys, and then I raised my camera and there he was: the invisible man. Well, the other invisible man.
He wasn't moving, except his arm, but I knew I had to take the opportunity. I put down the camera and looked around to make sure no one was watching me. Mom was still asleep, so I slipped off my shorts and turned invisible.
It was exhilarating being free again. I kicked off my sandals and shorts and stepped onto the sand. The warm particles felt wonderful between my toes. All I could see were my footprints, but as I stepped away from my towel the soft dry sand filled the space leaving an inconspicuous dent.
I walked towards the college boys, approaching slowly from the direction where the invisible man would be. I looked at the sand for an indentation and then I saw his footprints.
I'd been working months to get to this point, and I couldn't believe my luck. Not only had I found another invisible guy after all this time, but he was clearly my type of person; jerking off to college boys at the beach was on my bucket list for the summer.
But how the fuck was I supposed to introduce myself?
I watched the footprints as they shifted slightly in the sand, and I could hear his breathing and the soft wet strokes on his cock.
I was just going to have to go for it. I cleared my throat and whispered, "Hey, don't freak out, but I'm invisible too."
The footsteps turned rapidly and a voice shouted, "What the fuck?"
"What?" asked one of the college guys.
"What?" said another.
I tried to keep an eye on the footprints but he moved quickly and kicked up some sand. I felt my opportunity escaping so I leapt out to where I thought he was and collided with another naked body.
