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The weather had turned distinctly cooler, yet most leaves remained on the trees while the undergrowth between the path and sunning areas remained thick. The lower angle of the sun combined with the leaves to unfortunately create a lot of shade, since by this late in the season, sunlight was necessary to stay comfortably warm naked.
Today's visit had been spontaneous, thick clouds clearing abruptly just around the time the sun would start shining on the edge of the grassy stretches between the path and cold water to at least start drying the now always present dew. Often, such conditions at this time of year led to the lake being quite empty, confirmed on arrival by only a couple of cars being parked under a lovely blue sky. With no one around, I took the opportunity to enjoy a joint, something rare when at the lake these days, after a storm simply erased the woods that had offered privacy when getting high several years ago.
This was newly acquired weed, part of the reason for visiting, adding as it does to the natural pleasures of being a naturist. Even before smoking half the joint, the effects were enticing. Possibly because normally about a half was what I would smoke with a friend in the past, plus it had been several weeks since last getting high this way. Good weed often makes me horny, getting stoned like this bringing back memories of enjoying visiting the lake with a bi friend, who would also get quite horny this way.
Stepping out the last bit of the roach on the ground, luckily the path to take was well worn into memory, because my mind was quite wonderfully fucked up. That no one was around was good, since my cock grew half hard underneath my jeans, with the friction caused by walking being quite tempting, to the point of letting my free hand move over my shaft more than occasionally while going along.
This was something never done alone, though some of walks in the past along this path with my friend definitely included her touching, much like how I would play with her smooth round ass, as she rarely wore underwear when going here. A couple of those times we had stopped to start kissing, leading to some fairly indiscreet if still deniable foreplay, such as fingering her uncovered pussy under her skirt or her hand rubbing openly over my erect cock. Whenever that happened, we would try to find an empty area, one where finger fucking her juicy pussy after putting on sun tan lotion was possible.
Seeing that the customary area was still mainly shaded, I took the short path between the blackberry bushes which separated the next area. This section has a semi-private one person alcove formed by the brambles, tall grass and a fallen trunk, along with a largish grass area. A pair of somewhat spread feet were visible. Also noticeable was a certain liquid sound. Walking by discretely to reach a sunny spot, I briefly turned my head, curious about the other visitor.
Or visitors, as it turned out, seeing two naked men, roughly my age and shape, though without my end of season seamless tan. Being stoned and already more than half aroused sharpened my curiosity, creating a certain sense of freedom today. Spreading out my blanket facing them, I looked over to get a better view of a hard cock being sucked. The man on his back turned his head, his interest in me equal to my interest in him. My cock began truly swelling, the pleasure growing as it did, along with swirling fantasies.
Unsure of the best way to undress, this being the potential start of a daring encounter, I decided that there was no reason to pretend about not getting turned on. This situation was already quite different from the last time, easily 15 years ago, I saw a naked blowjob, also around this type of year. That time, I just kept walking into another section, not wanting to disturb them.
Unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, exposing my bush as I was not wearing underwear, was followed by unbuttoning the shirt. Taking off boots and socks was straightforward, observing the other man turn around to look, hand wrapped around a glistening cock. At that point, I slid a hand inside my jeans, touching myself and moving the jeans down. Using that hand to change the direction of my rigid shaft, bringing it out and feeling the air along the now freed length.
Holding my erect length like this in front of men was not unfamiliar, occurring quite regularly during jack off sessions when in high school, involving one, two or even three other horny classmates. Back then, we looked at porn mags, orgasming without touching each other. Though honestly, once we were hard, we did not pay much attention to the pictures, because seeing a turned on person while masturbating is always too tempting to resist. Doubly so orgasming together, openly looking at each other as the cum pumped in fantastic spurts.
Now naked in the warmish air, cock jutting, laying on the blanket, quite surprised at myself, starting to moan, seeing the blowjob resume right in front of me. Though his eyelids fluttered, the laying man was obviously enjoying the sight of my jacking as he was sucked. From the way that both blankets were arranged, they were not likely a pair in the sense of a couple. A thought that appealed in a direct way, wondering what sort of games might we play together, not particularly concerned about anyone seeing at this point.
This scene played into the sort of stereotype that had always appealed to me, men having anonymous sex with other men, letting their cocks rule. Something more than hinted at concerning certain sections of other nude beaches that were considered to be for gay men. Over the years, certain men brought up the subject, sometimes privately, though always with a degree of plausible deniability even with what sometimes seemed to be real interest. Women also had their stories, generally shared when a man talked about the subject, but without needing to worry as if they had been involved, often bemused and sometimes not really approving.
A lack of approval going beyond simply not wanting to deal with people having sex in public. There also appeared to a certain disapproval regarding just how freely the men were having sex. Along with an awareness that the men did not care about female opinion at all in this setting. Considering the lack of women around now kind of proved the point, in a way undoubtedly due to the fact of my being stoned watching a man going down on another led to dirty thoughts tempting an erect cock.
Or more reasonably, how exquisite it felt playing like this was tempting my willing mind like a beckoning spell. Seeing how the cock sucker was also playing with himself added to the excitement, both of them lost in bliss in front of a naked stranger now sharing their interests, just as aroused as themselves. When the cock sucker shifted position, the view was incredible. Laying stretched out on his side, sexy cock towards me, head turned to show off how he was going down on the other man, both able to see me jacking off.
Nothing is hidden about a naked man who is truly turned on, as all three of us certainly were. The temptation to join in just grew more seductive, making it easy to move quite close, reaching out to stroke the cock sucker's leg, slowly sliding upwards along his thigh, both teasing and seeing if he was interested. Not that there was much doubt, but it seemed polite along with being a way to increase his interest.
When I felt a hand touch my hip, it was nice to realize that the other man had no problem with my presence either. The sensations of touching and being touched grew better as I shifted position to allow both of them easier access. The moans of the cock sucker when my hand reached his sack matched mine as the other man began playing with my bush, teasing me in the best way imaginable, wanting to have him touch my willing cock.
Now fully giving in to the reality that this sort of encounter can happen, becoming unconcerned about being seen. What had happened from the moment I saw them to now was predictable, demonstrating why nudists tend to frown on open sex. Once turned on, stopping can become positively impossible. Or worse, actively indulged, with the number of participants growing easily as inhibitions disappeared, people letting desire predictably influence their decisions.
The space remained constricted but did allow some privacy to be retained, enough to tempt me to consider further involvement. Sitting on a bent leg, the other stretched to the side parallel to the laying man, still playing with myself looking at a man getting head as my other hand started to drift upwards, taking a final intimate step to what had become inevitable.
Running my fingertips over the soft taut skin made me moan something about how wonderful his cock felt. The hand playing with my bush started caressing the hair underneath my sack, and soon the hair further back. That a stranger had uncovered one of my favorite pleasures added perfectly to starting to play with a gorgeous sexy cock, seeing the reaction reflected in the way his cock sucking became more sloppily explicit, his gaze centered on my cock.
Leading to me getting on my knees, the fingers playing with my hair continuing their magic. His attention remained fixed on my rod as it became available, moving a bit to make me enter paradise as he began to go down on me. I reached down to begin playing with the slippery rigid shaft of the other man. Stoned as I was, it took a moment to realize I was holding two cocks as the waves of bliss continued to grow larger with a stranger giving me head, taking my length far into the same place another stranger's cock had just been.
In such a haze of pleasure, thinking becomes difficult, barely able to determine what is going on, such as realizing that my ass was being touched too. "Fuck yes, fuck yes" I sighed, gripping each cock tightly right under the cock head ridge. My eyes closed when the sensations increased again, knowing instinctively that my cock was being sucked with the other one, my stroking of his cock merging into the blow job to create fantastic delight sharing a man's mouth. Being outdoors added to the natural satisfaction we were experiencing, beyond any inhibitions.
