We've probably all gone skinny-dipping one time or another in our lives, enjoying that feeling of absolute freedom provided by swimming naked. Of course, nude swimming isn't allowed in most places, so you either have to find an isolated beach, have a private pool or know someone who does. When I was a kid, my buddies and I used to go skinny-dipping in the local lake. We got away with it because we swam late at night and at a small neighborhood beach. It was a great way to refresh ourselves after the heat of the summer day. From time to time we had the added enjoyment of downing a few beers as we sat on the beach, but that wasn't often, since most of us weren't old enough to buy beer legally. Even though I had just turned 18, the legal age to buy liquor in our state was 21. So you had to find someone older to buy the beer, or just "borrow" it from a parent. The bottom line is that finding beer was always a problem. At least it was a problem until the night we had an uninvited visitor to our little beach.
We first saw him walking along the path through the woods down to what we all considered to be our private beach. We were all in the water as he approached. He was a young guy, probably in his 20's, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and carrying two large shopping bags. I had seen him before, since he had recently moved into the biggest house in the neighborhood. He seemed like a nice-enough guy, but I'd never met him. I couldn't figure out why he'd be carrying two shopping bags down to our secluded beach.
"Hi guys, I've been noticing you walking by my house headed for the beach these past few days and just wanted to see what was going on. Hope you don't mind. It sure looks like you've got a great way to cool off."
Andy, the oldest of our group, answered him. "It's no problem with us if you don't mind that we're all naked. But, why in hell are you carrying those bags down here to our beach?"
"Well, I suspected you might be skinny-dipping down here, so I was hoping you'd let me join the group. I thought maybe some beer might persuade you."
As he set the bags down on the beach, Andy walked out of the water to get a closer look. "Damn, look at this, guys, it's four six packs of Bud. This guy sure knows how to get an invitation. Everybody agree we let him join us?"
"Fuck yes," I said, as I got out of the water. "Let's have a beer on it." Both Andy and I popped open the top of a beer as the guy watched us. "C'mon guys, get a beer," I said, "and meet our new neighbor." The other three members of our group got out of the water and grabbed a beer. I could see our new friend was enjoying looking at us and wasn't shy about staring at our cocks.
"So, what's your name, neighbor," Andy asked, "and if you're going to join us, you're overdressed."
He grinned. "I'm Jim," he said. "Thanks for letting me join you. I'd love to get naked and enjoy a swim." He kicked off his flip-flops and pulled his t-shirt over his head. He was built like one of those Greek god statues you see in pictures, very broad shoulders, tight abs and a narrow waist. He looked me in the eye as he unbuttoned his shorts and let them drop. He wasn't wearing underwear and now it was me who was doing the staring. His cock was big, at least 8 inches, and in a semi-erect state. He smiled at me as I quickly shifted my eyes away from his cock in embarrassment.
"Man, I can't wait to hit the water," he said, as he ran across the beach and splashed into the water. We all took our beers and waded into the waist-deep water about 20 feet from shore. We were joking around, talking about a party we'd been to the weekend before, and some of the girls we'd like to fuck. Andy said that Ellie, one of the hottest girls at the party, had given him a blow job. We were calling him a bullshitter and teasing him that he wouldn't know what to do if Ellie asked him for a fuck. Laughter and jokes were coming fast and furious. Jim wasn't saying much, just listening and enjoying the cool water. He slowly walked closer to where I was standing, a little too close for my comfort, so I took a step away. Then, just as I was raising my beer to take a swig, I felt Jim's hand gliding across my ass.
Although I have to admit it felt good to have his hand moving over my ass and sliding briefly down my crack, I knew my friends could guess what he was doing. There was no way I wanted them to think I had gay tendencies.
"Hey, goddamn it, you can swim with us, buddy, but that's it. We're not gay, so keep your fucking hands to yourself."
Maybe my reaction was a bit harsh, but I didn't want my buddies thinking I was gay
"Gee, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just couldn't resist. I promise it won't happen again. I'm really sorry."
My buddies were laughing their asses off as I quickly moved away from Jim. "Looks like you've got yourself a new friend who likes your bubble butt, Johnnie. Jeez, he's nice enough to buy us beer, maybe you should let him cop a few feels," Andy laughed. Then Ben, who was my best friend, said "Yeah, Johnnie, don't be so offish. Jim just wants to be friendly."
"Fuck you guys," I said, "if you wanna be gay with this guy, be my guest."
"Hey guys, let's drop it. I said I'm sorry and I won't let it happen again. Let's just be friends and forget this. So, I'm gay. Big deal. It's just the way I am. We can still be friends, and I can still buy beer when you want it."
I walked up to the shore to dry off and my buddies followed. Jim followed, too, sort of holding his hand in front of his cock and turning away to hide his erection. Andy said, "Well, there is something to be said for that, guys. We can always use a friend who buys beer for us, and it sure looks like he likes us." We were all laughing as we pulled our clothes on and watched Jim pull his shorts up over his swollen cock.
"It sounds like a great offer, Jim," Andy said. "Let us talk it over and we'll get back to you."
"Great," Jim said, as he walked back up the path. "I'll look forward to hearing from you.
It didn't take us long to have another beer and agree to accept Jim's offer. What could be wrong about accepting free beer, after all. "Why don't you let him know, Johnnie, since he seems to like you the best," Andy grinned as he made the suggestion, but I tried to be nonchalant about it and just said, "Okay, I'll stop by his place and give him our message." I had to admit I actually was a little excited about delivering the message, but I didn't want to let anyone know that I had been a bit turned on by Jim's lusting after my body.
Of course my friend, Ben, knew I liked being touched because we used to have sleepovers when we were about 11 years old and one of our favorite things to do was pull our underwear down and feel each other's body. We never went further than just touching and feeling and getting our cocks hard, but it was something we both looked forward to when we had our sleepovers. We had let those episodes fade into the distant past as we grew older, but looking back on it now, I guess we were both exploring our sexuality and maybe being just a bit "gay".
The following day I knocked on the door of Jim's house. It was no-doubt the largest house in the city, a restored old mansion that dated back to the early 1900's. No one answered at first, and I was about to turn back to the street when the door opened a crack. "Hi, can I help you?" said a young guy who I could barely see behind the slightly opened door. "Er...I'm sorry, I hope I'm not disturbing you, but I had a message for Jim from a group of guys he met last night. My name is Johnnie."
As the door opened a bit more I could see the guy was wearing a rather sheer robe, a robe that fell open as he invited me in. He had a well-tanned and well-oiled body and was naked under the robe. "Oh, come on in, Johnnie, I'm Ricky, good to meet you. Jim's in back by the pool. I'm sure he'd be happy to see you. C'mon, follow me." As we walked toward the back of the house, he let the robe slip off his shoulders and fall to the floor, revealing a magnificent well-muscled body. He turned toward me a bit and caught my admiring stare. He smiled and licked his lips slightly.
