"Oh, come ON, you chicken! We're at a nude beach! You HAVE to get naked!"
My girlfriend's peals of laughter brought a blush to my face, and I meekly capitulated, bending over and stripping off my swimsuit. She laughed again and tossed her hair as she took my hand and started leading me down the beach.
It had taken her months to get me to come here at all, and I was more than a little uncomfortable as we weaved our way around the hundreds of nude bodies on the beach; Amanda skipped and bounced, her sweet, perfect, tanned body turning heads all the way. Even as we had been coming down the long stair path that had led to the crowded beach, our clothes still on, Amanda had drawn hungry stairs from the dozens of men we passed, who were obviously thinking about what she was going to look like naked.
Now, we were both naked and available for the perusal of everyone we passed. I fought the overwhelming feeling of embarrassment; I wanted to please my gorgeous, vivacious girlfriend. As we moved down the beach, I started to notice there were fewer and fewer women. At first, my jealous paranoia grew, but then I noticed that Amanda wasn't getting violated by the gaze of every single man we passed anymore. As a matter of fact, they seemed to be looking mostly at me!
"I think we're at the GAY end of the beach!" Amber giggled, leaning in close to me.
"Aw, no way!" I exclaimed, slowing my walk, pulling Amber's hand.
"Do you want to turn back?" She asked. I was about to agree, but then realized, I wouldn't have to worry as much about other guys trying to hit on her down here.
"I don't care. Let's just find a spot," I said.
We spread out our blanket and settled in, rubbing oil all over each other, drinking cold beer we got from a vendor walking along the beach with a cooler. It was a beautiful day, and Amanda's tight frame glistened in the oil; I was completely relaxed and happy, oblivious to the glances of the (mostly older) guys all around us.
"I'm getting restless! I'm going to jump in the ocean. Want to come with me?" Amber asked. I stroked her back lovingly as I declined. "I gotta pee," I said, "where do you go?" She pointed back behind us, away from the water. "See all those tall reeds? In them." I looked, and saw the area fifty yards away, a couple of guys coming and going even as I looked. "Okay, baby. Meetcha back here?" She kissed me, giggled, and pranced off.
I headed off to the reeds, noticing the ground getting muddier and muddier the closer I got. Gawd, it was practically a marsh. I picked my way over the ground. I never looked back once to see the men following me.
I'm a shy peer. I couldn't be content with just going up to the edge of the reeds, as I had seen other men do. I had to work my way around behind them, out of the way, into a still muckier swampier area, and then go a couple feet into the reed bank, and that's when they grabbed me.
There wasn't time to react. I was just about to let go, when I heard the sound of feet splashing in the mud and reeds breaking and I was grabbed. One hand on each of my wrists, one in my hair, and one on my throat, choking the yelp out of me, and I was kicked down to my knees. My muscular physique was useless... I was seized so fast and so thoroughly that I was completely helpless.
"Shut the fuck up!" a voice hissed. "You shut the fuck up you fucking bitch or we will whip your ass, understand?" The hand on my throat squeezed and I nodded, as best I could. Two evil chuckles. The hand on my throat let go and grabbed my face, forcing it up so I see my attackers for the first time.
"Oooo ya, you are a pretty, smooth little bitchboy, aren't you? That's a sweet little piece of ass you came with, too. We might take her later. But it's your turn right now."
The terror that seized me completely paralyzed my body. This could not possibly be happening. But it was. I was about to get raped by two men. Every straight man's worst nightmare. You got a purdy mouth.
"You got a purdy mouth," one said, and both cackled. I cringed; they both looked like they were in their fifties, well over six feet and at least three hundred pounds each. Huge, fat, and grotesquely hairy, they dwarfed me, at an athletic 6'1" and 185 lbs.
"Now listen, bitch... you are going to give us what we want. If you're a good little slut, you'll walk away with nothing hurt but your asshole and your pride. If you don't, we'll do it to you anyway then fuck you up real bad, then go get that little piece of ass of yours and do it to her. Understood?" It couldn't be clearer. What could I do? I nodded again, and my two gay rapists growled menacingly. I started to shake; as terrified as i was, another kind of excitement was thrilling through my body... i was very aware of all my sensitive parts... i felt myself quivering, and blushed in shame.