Girl's Day at the Boys-Only Beach

In a world ravaged by a pandemic that only affects women, two college-aged girls escape quarantine to go to the beach. Thank god they have such small tits... but will they be able to go undetected among hundreds of sex-starved men?

I couldn't believe how reckless Kona was. Go out? To the beach? But we'd risk getting infected, we'd risk getting spotted and arrested, we'd risk -- god, who even knew what we'd risk? No woman on earth had left her house in nineteen months. That was a month for every year Kona and I had been alive. What if we didn't even know how to breathe fresh air anymore?

This sexist pandemic had ruined the best years of our lives. We were supposed to be out drinking and going to class and letting hot college boys worship our young, sexy bodies. Instead we were stuck inside, doing stupid internet homework, watching dumb TV, and reading the same boring erotica out loud to each other for the nineteenth month in a row. It sucked more than anything has ever sucked in my stupid life.

So when she jumped on my bed with light in her eyes and said "Somi, I have an idea," I was ready to listen.

"We should go to the beach."

I laughed, since of course she was kidding.

"I'm not kidding," she said. "It's August. It's freaking toasty in here. And I know you've been drooling at all those boys running by in their swimsuits--"

I started to protest, but she cut me off. "Somi, babe, it's literally so obvious and so totally normal. For my part I have been drooling and fingering myself while I watch the boys in their swimsuits run by."

I... well... it's embarrassing to admit, but yes, ok, I had been fingering myself too.

"But it's time to do something more than just rub our clits and feel sorry for ourselves."

"I..." I was so confused. "What do you want to do?"

"I already said. I want to go to the beach."

"But how?"

"In broad daylight. You've seen me naked, you know I have tiny tits. And while yours are slightly bigger, and I love you, they don't exactly scream HEY! LOOK! I'M A WOMAN!"

I was slightly offended, but also, as she spoke, slightly interested.

"We'll wear boy's swim trunks, we'll throw towels over our shoulders, and we'll hit the beach like every handsome young stud running past the apartment. Think about it -- how will they ever know?"

"But the risk of infection," I said, my familiar anxiety welling up inside me. Mortality was over 60%. And it was a gruesome way to go -- swollen abdomen, oozing sores, raging fever...

"There's not a woman on these streets for a hundred miles in any direction, Somi. And besides, there hasn't been an outbreak here for months. The risk is basically zero."

"And what about the risk of... well, the risk of -- of --"

"Of men?"

"...yeah."

"Close your eyes, Somi." I did. "Imagine all those hot, sweaty, horny, pussy-deprived young guys out there. Imagine the way they smell. Imagine how their muscles slide around when they walk and jump and swim. Imagine the sounds of their different voices."

I imagined. Ten seconds later, I shifted on my butt and realized I was sopping wet.

"Is it a risk you're willing to take?" she asked.

I looked up into her twinkling blue eyes -- blue like the sea out there, with hair like the sun out there cascading down her neck. I watched a bead of sweat slide from her chin down to her collarbone, and from there beneath the neckline of her shirt.

"I... uh... umm..."

She looked at me, twinkling.

"Yes," I said. "Yes."

--

Her hair, tucked up under a bright blue baseball cap, looked almost like a boy's. And her tits were genuinely tiny -- almost nonexistent when viewed from the front. I reached out and pinched them. "Can you even feel anything with boobs so small?"

She pulled in a breath. "Yes, you jerk," she said, pinching me back. Mine weren't quite as little as hers, but they were little -- somewhere between lime-sized and lemon.

"You really think no one will notice these?" I asked.

She cocked her head and looked at my chest for a weirdly long time. "I guess you could wear a shirt," she finally said. "Boys wear shirts to the beach sometimes."

"You wouldn't think I'm a pussy?"

"Oh, Somi," she said, "I already think you're a pussy."

--

The heat flowed into my eyes, my lungs, the soles of my feet, and my pale, shivering skin. Even through the fabric of my large white t-shirt and my swim trunks, I felt it push itself into me. I hadn't felt sun like this for almost two years.

Kona giggled as we walked down the street. "We're freaking outside, dude! We're not staring at freaking screens right now!"

"I know," I whispered. "But you gotta not giggle out here. Boys don't giggle."

"Boys totally giggle," she said, giggling. As if she would know.

It was only a fifteen minute walk to the beach, and on the streets of our city no one gave us a second glance. We were just two scrawny teenagers on our way to the ocean -- whiter than average, maybe, but totally unassuming. I felt like a secret agent.

"What are we gonna do when we get there?" I asked her.

"Dude, like, enjoy the beach? Bask in the sun? Go swimming?"

"Beach stuff," I said, awestruck.

"Yeah, you dork," she said. "Beach stuff."

--

It was packed. There were men everywhere. I leaned in close to Kona's ear. "There are so many of them," I whispered.

She was totally silent, as if in a trance. Finally, after like twenty seconds, she leaned in too. "There are... MEN... EVERYWHERE!" And she squealed like a total girl.

A pack of college-aged guys playing volleyball paused and turned at the sound of her squeal. My heart plummeted down into my pussy and started convulsing. A couple of them looked at each other, then at us. I fought the urge to grab Kona's hand; I'm pretty sure boys don't do that.

Finally, when I thought I was gonna faint, one of them called out. "You dudes wanna jump in?" he asked. Then I almost did faint.

"Yes!" Kona shouted, running forward and dragging me by the hand. "Yes, oh my god, we absolutely do want to play. We're, um, super good at volleyball."

That wasn't true at all. But the boys seemed happy to have us, and -- I was pretty sure -- totally oblivious to what we looked like under our trunks.

"I'm Konan," Kona said. "This is my buddy Sommson." Sommson? Thanks.

I nodded hello to each of the boys as they introduced themselves in turn. Jorgan was tall and lanky; Michael chubby but rather beautiful; Pyotr blond and toned with a slight Russian accent; Spiro shockingly red-haired; Andrew dark and stubbly with thick glasses; Erron simply fucking massive.

"This is perfect," Jorgan said, "we've been two guys short of a balanced 4v4. Konan, you come be on my team. Sommson, are you down to be with Erron? He's the other team captain."

Erron stuck out his hand, which was easily three times bigger than my hand. In fact, all of Erron was easily three times bigger than all of me. He was probably 6'10". I shook his hand and nearly got pulled off my feet, until he put his other hand on my shoulder to steady me and said "woah, hey, you're a little guy, huh? That's cool, that's actually good, we need little guys as well as big guys. It's a mix that wins."

I felt myself blushing and turned away. "Let's play," I said in my deepest voice. And we did.

I had no idea how to play volleyball, but it wasn't that complicated. You sort of just run around after the ball and try to bop it back in the right direction with your forearms. The boys were excellent, so Kona and I didn't have to do much work. We just trailed around after them, inhaling their sweaty beach smells and biting our lips when they grunted.

They all seemed like close friends, and finally I got up the nerve to ask them about it. "So, uh, how did you fellows get to know each other?" I asked, hands on my hips.

Spiro, the redhead, who was on my team, looked at me and laughed. "Us fellows?" he said. "We've been friends since junior high. Now most of us are out of college-" he elbowed Pyotr in the ribs "-and just kind of hanging out while we wait for shit to get back to normal."

"He means 'while we wait to go back to fucking each other's girlfriends,'" Michael said, beaming. They all laughed.

"Those were the days," Andrew said.

"For you, you stud," said Jorgan, tossing the ball in the air and serving up the next round.

--

We played until everyone was sweaty and tired -- me and Kona most of all. Then we sat with the boys on the sand and drank their cheap, half-cold beer. It was fun seeing them tease each other. There was old, complicated love between them.

Kona and I sat next to each other, with Andrew on my left and Jorgan on her right. I kept trying to cut her meaningful glances, but she was either totally absorbed in the bliss of the moment or trying really hard not to be suspicious. Eventually I gave up and decided to do the same.

"This might be weird," said Andrew, "but y'all smell really fucking good."

"Dude," said Pyotr, leaning forward in a way that crinkled his abs and sent his mop of blond hair tumbling in front of his eyes. "I've literally been thinking the same thing." The others were nodding too.

Now Kona finally made eye contact with me. Don't show fear, I tried to beam into her brain. But she seemed frozen. Too horny to think, maybe? I needed to say something, fast.

"Kona's dad let us borrow his cologne," I said, laughing. "Supposedly it has, like, real-life female pheromones in it. Everybody's so hungry for girls that it makes people like you. He got two promotions this year."

"Shit!" said Pyotr. "I knew there was something sexy about it! Shit!"

"That's crazy," said Spiro. "That's really nuts. I should get some of that."

"For the record," Kona finally said, grinning stupidly, "you guys don't smell so bad yourselves."

"Just plain old fucking boy hormones," said Michael.

"Yes," said Erron, sniffing his enormous armpit, into which I suddenly imagined shoving my whole head. "Nothing special here."

--

"Clearly," said Jorgen, "we all stink. Let's swim!"

"Fuck yes, my friend," said Pyotr. They all got up and kicked their sandals off, nestling their beers in the sand. We got up too.

"You want to swim in your shirt?" Andrew asked me. I froze. No one else was wearing a shirt -- it was pecs, abs, and tight shoulders as far as the eye could see. (Or I guess technically pecs, abs, tight shoulders, and one unnoticed pair of tits.)

Suddenly everyone's attention was on me. I started to panic, and at the same time to compulsively imagine these six nice men stripping me naked in front of everyone.

"Yeah, Sommson," said Kona. "Take your shirt off."

I looked at her. Trust me, she seemed to say.

"Sommson's shy," she announced to the group. "He hasn't been hitting the workouts very hard since all the girls went away. And a little bit of man-boobage runs in his family."

Everybody laughed. "Let's see 'em!" shouted Pyotr.

I took my shirt off, baring my little breasts. Underneath them, my heart was beating faster than I knew it could.

"Oh, dude," Jorgen said, "those aren't even that bad."

"I... quite like them," said Michael, staring. A couple others were staring too.

"C'mon, boys," shouted Kona. "Let's swim!"

--

I hadn't swum in years, and the simple act of plunging forward into the cold, surging water, surrounded by these laughing, smiling young men, made me shiver with desire.

Kona and the boys splashed out towards me. I caught Kona by the back of her swim trunks and pulled her close. "This is the best day of my life," I whispered. "I'm almost not even nervous."

"Seriously?" she whispered back. "I'm nervous. I want these boys inside me more than I want the pandemic to be over. How is that possible?"

"I don't know," I said, "but I can confirm..."

As they jumped and played around us, their bodies kept touching me underwater: arms brushing across my back, legs momentarily smushing against my legs, a hand -- Pyotr's? -- grazing my right tit. They were fondling me, accidentally, and it was even hotter than if they'd been doing it on purpose. I felt my pussy, already wet with saltwater, get more deeply wet with longing. Everything inside me ached, and only the rocking of the cold water kept me lucid.

Jorgan jumped on Michael's back, sending a spray of water up into everyone's faces. Michael thrashed around. "Release me!" he shouted. "Release me, you fucking goon!" But Jorgan held on, grinning wildly and wrapping his legs tight across Michael's chest. Finally Erron intervened, yanking Jorgan up into the air by his armpits and tossing him -- literally tossing this grown-ass young man -- in a four-foot arc into the ocean.

And just as Jorgan landed, I felt a finger slip inside me. The bottom dropped out of my stomach and a fierce pleasure, strong and sure, slid up inside my body. The finger began to curl, rubbing very tenderly against my g-spot. It slid in and out, curling and rubbing, and I closed my eyes and let my head fall back against--

Kona. I whipped around. "What the freaking hell are you doing?" I half-shouted. "Oh my god, oh my god." She squeezed my ass and flopped back into the water. I swam after her, grabbing her again by the trunks. "What the fuck was that?" I asked, quieter.

She stared at me with those twinkly blue eyes -- not quite the same color as the sea; slightly greener, I suddenly saw. She pressed her pelvis against me. "I don't know," she said. "A feeling."

One of her nipples brushed my chest, briefly kissing one of mine. And suddenly something took over inside me. "Be careful with your fucking feelings," I said quietly. "They might get you in fucking trouble." I yanked her trunks down and shoved two fingers as deep in her pussy as they'd go. She called out softly and released her body into me.

At the sound of her moan, the men perked up. I was still shoving my fingers up inside her, holding her against me with my other hand and leaning close to lick and kiss her neck. But I heard them stop splashing and laughing. Gradually, delightfully, as I brought her to a shuddering orgasm, I sensed them gathering around us.

"Somi," she murmured. Her panting slowed and she braced herself against me, beginning to open her eyes. Then they quickly opened wide. There was an awkward silence.

"Hey boys," she eventually said, guiding my finger into her mouth.

--

Nobody seemed to notice the group of six young men charging buoyantly out of the ocean with two teenage boys slung over their shoulders. It's a beach; people do weird shit.

Nor did anyone wonder why they hauled us down to a thicket of small palm trees and beach grasses, sheltered from view. Nor why they were all giggling and literally jumping with joy. (Pyotr, carrying me, was crying softly.)

They laid us down in the thick grass. Kona squealed without fear this time. Erron volunteered to take guard duty, which was noble but sort of disappointing -- I wanted to see if the size of the, um, cannon matched the size of the ship. Still, he was nearby, and clearly just as excited as the rest of them -- smiling at me sheepishly, he reached down into his pants and adjusted his bulging package as Pyotr hauled me past.

And then we were on our backs on the grass, and I was watching Kona's swim trunks get yanked down past her butt. She giggled. So did Spiro, who was doing the yanking. She took off her baseball cap and threw it into the trees, letting her mess of blonde hair fall down onto her cute, flat chest. Then she shoved both hands in Spiro's red-orange mop and pulled his head down to her labia. He looked around nervously until Andrew slapped him on the ass. "Get down there, bro," he stage-whispered. Spiro did.

And as he pressed his mouth to her pussy and started tasting it -- exploring, slowly and gently, the contours of her clit with his tongue -- she let her head fall to the side and she moaned, staring straight at me.

Meanwhile Michael and Pyotr had both dropped their trunks and were standing over me, cocks hard in their hands. Their cocks looked thick and powerful (Michael's was proportionate and beautiful; Pyotr's long and curved), but the boys themselves looked nervous. They stroked themselves tentatively, looking down at me with the sharp-but-tame longing of hungry dogs.

Lying there, I was shocked at how confident I suddenly felt. "Get down here, you sweet guys," I said. And they did: they got down on their knees on the soft grass and they started kissing and cupping my little tits. I moaned in pleasure and shoved my spine up into the air. Andrew, who had been kneeling at my feet, saw his chance and yanked my swim trunks down with one hard tug. Suddenly I felt the sea breeze pass quietly over my pussy. I felt the sunlight beating down in patches through the trees. I heard the soft push and pull of the ocean, and the distant shouting of men.

Andrew pulled his cock out of his swim trunks -- thick, upright, darker than the rest of him -- and scooted up towards me, placing his hands on Michael and Pyotr for balance. He kissed Pyotr on the ass, maybe for good luck. And then he rubbed his cock up and down my clit until my pussy opened up and swallowed it whole: from the base of his rock-hard shaft to the place where the tip of his twitching head nestled up against my aching cervix. My whole untouched, unfucked body turned to liquid fire.

I think I screamed in pleasure, because Pyotr shoved his hand over my mouth. I started to apologize, but at the same time Andrew slowly withdrew his cock and I almost screamed all over again. He looked up at me, his glasses catching the light. "Take those off," I said. He did, folding them up and putting them gently in the sand. I wanted to kiss every inch of his stubbly jaw. Now I could really see his soft green eyes as he looked up, caressed me with his gaze, and shoved himself back inside me, beginning to thrust.

Pyotr bit down gently on my left nipple as Andrew sped up, thrusting again and again and again and again and oh my god, the way he was stretching me, the way his cute lips pursed as he dicked me down, yes dicked me down like a total slut, like a girl getting fucked by a boy in the actual fucking world.

He sped up more and more until I could hear the sound of him slapping himself into me, harder and harder, somehow thicker and longer. I felt the wave of an orgasm beginning to form and I opened my eyes briefly, to check if he was close.

But my head had lolled to the left, and instead of Andrew I saw Kona, riding Jorgan's cock while Spiro continued to eat her out, and -- oh my god -- Jesus -- Erron, who had abdicated guard duty, shoving the biggest cock I could even imagine down her gorgeous throat. Where the fuck had she learned to do that? Was she even ok? But as I went on watching he played with her nipples and cupped her head gently, pulling out often to make sure she was still having fun. Tears in her eyes, she nodded up at him, angelic.

A little stab of jealousy went through me. Can I try?

But the wave of my orgasm grew bigger and threatened to crash. I finally managed to tear my gaze away from her and look down, but instead of Andrew -- who was fucking me at full speed -- I saw two throbbing, handsome dicks staring me right in the eyes.

"We, uh, we saw you watching that," said Michael.

"And, yes, you see, we were thinking," said Pyotr, "that although Erron's is very big, perhaps both of ours together... sort of squished together, like this... might do the similar trick?"

I could smell the precum dribbling from the tips of their two dicks. I had never tasted one, let alone two. But as they stood there, twitching perfectly, and as Andrew's thick dick pounded me right up to the edge of cumming, I nodded, and they kissed each other giddily on the mouth and shoved themselves in.

I came with a fury I did not know was inside me. My body shook and kept shaking. Thank god their cocks muffled my happy shouting, because it was a long, long time before I stopped.