Giving in to a group of men at the nude beach [MMMMMM] [dubcon/reluc] [gangbang]

It was my favorite place to come to wind down after a stressful work week, though I didn’t often make it out to this beach. It was long and isolated, way out at the end of the city where it stuck out into the cool Pacific waters, but nowhere else was as relaxing and free from standards as this winding strip of clothing-optional beach. The shoreline curved in and out, creating private little coves and bays that made it even more peaceful to walk along the sand, strip off, and just chill. letting the summer evening sun bathe my tired body.

This time, I walked farther than I ever had, and ended up at what was apparently the very end of the beach, where a rocky outcropping formed a wall on the left side of the beach, and a tall grassy dune blocked most of the view of this cove from the rest of the beach. Drained but delighted to find this little private spot, I dumped my stuff down, stripped off my shirt and trunks, and took a brief skinny dip in the cooling waters. The feeling of that water on my naked body was amazing, but I always loved even more to step out of the water and just stand, letting it all hang out and feeling the breeze slowly dry me off.

Refreshed, I made my way back to my stuff, toweled off the rest of the way, and laid down to relax. I set my head on my bag and closed my eyes for a bit, listening to the lap of the waves and the breeze through the conifers on the hill above. I think I half-dozed off for some amount of time, but I snapped to when I heard voices. *Shit*, I thought, *there goes my privacy*. Oh well, it’s a public beach, right? After all, nude beaches are supposed to be places where everyone can be comfortable even around others.

Still, I was disappointed to see a whole group of people coming around the corner of the beach, talking and laughing loudly. But evidently they were disappointed to, as they seemed to slow down and get quiet when they saw me, muttering to each other and looking back as if considering finding another spot. Alas, they kept walking up — in fact, they were walking right towards me, following one guy striding out in front.

Now, I’m not too shy — at least about my body, and especially not at a nude beach. It’s no GQ or Men’s Health cover photo, but I have no real problems with how I look. I’m average height, pale as all hell but somewhat toned, freckled with just thin patches of body hair. Pretty average in the nether regions as well, but at the moment (just out of the cold water, and now hanging in the cool breeze) my balls were hanging lower than my dick as I sat up, resting my arms on my knees. Despite myself, I was a bit self-conscious in front of this group — who I now saw were five guys all around my age, some a bit younger, maybe early 20s? — and I sort of shifted to obscure my junk a bit as they neared.

“Hey, man,” said one of them. He looked like the “leader” and was the one who had pushed on when they saw me. He was tall, pretty jacked but somehow friendly-looking. All the same, I felt intimidated, like he had an aura of leadership or charisma. and there was more to it than just his chiseled jaw and bare six pack (*he* was definitely cover photo material). I hesitated and stuttered a second, but eventually answered.

“Uh, hey,” I said. “Sorry, hope I’m not in your way,” I apologized, unnecessarily.

“No, it’s cool. We usually come here to… hang out and chill. Don’t usually see other people in this spot, though. Just you here?” While he was talking, he eyed the area casually, dropping his bags — and his trunks — just in front of my stuff. He now stood naked right in front of me, his soft but sizable cock hanging free as I stammered to respond.

“Yeah. Uh, yeah. Just me. I can move over if you want to–”

“No, no, no. No need for that, bro. We’ll just join you here.” With that, the others started making camp too, setting out blankets, grabbing drinks, and undressing all around me. “I’m Brent,” said the leader, holding out his hand as I wrestled with my fight or flight (or gawk) reaction.

“Uh, A-Alex,” I managed, reaching my hand out. He grabbed it, sort of slapped it around in a handshake that felt like I was meeting an overly confident white rapper. I almost laughed, but was still cowed by his easy confidence… and trying not to stare at his dick. So instead I glanced around again, trying not to stare at the others’ dicks.

Brent introduced the rest of the group to me, while they responded with a casual *hey* or *what’s up man*. Matt, on my right, was tall and skinny, his skin a dark brown lustre and his hair in tight curls. He laid back on his blanket, propped up on one elbow as he cracked a beer and nodded at me. On my left were Luca and Rye, passing a joint back and forth. Rye was short, dirty blond, and pretty with a mess of hair on his head and his crotch, while Luca was more of a bear, with a short but thick beard and hair all over his strong, soft body. Finally, Aiden had laid his towel on the log I was using as a backrest and now sat directly to my right, a late-20s Asian guy with long hair, a bit of facial hair, and I couldn’t help but notice his truly impressive cock hanging down, framed by his legs.

After we’d finished with introductions, there was a bit of an awkward silence while they seemed to just look at me in silent appraisal. I was uncomfortable — scared, really, though I couldn’t put into words what I was actually scared of — and at the same time, I had to shift to try to hide my slowly growing erection between my legs. That’s pretty hard to do when you’re naked and being viewed from all sides, though, so there was no real hope of them not noticing. For maybe 10 or 15 minutes the group sat in mostly silence, smoking and vibing and eyeing each other back and forth. So eventually I cleared my throat and asked, “So, uh, what do you guys usually do when you hang out here?”

No one answered for a second, but I could practically hear the vague smirks around me. “Well,” said Brent, accepting the joint from Luca, “We come here to have fun. Unwind, blow off steam. You too, right?”

“Mm. Yeah, pretty much.” I wasn’t sure what exactly he meant when he said that… No, that’s not true. I knew, and he knew I knew.

“Good! Then you’re up to join us, aren’t you, Alex?” Brent was done with the joint, but Matt waved it off, so Aiden practically leaned over me to reach it. I caught some heavy swinging in my peripheral vision, and tried to ignore it. I was frozen, not knowing what to say or do, not even knowing what I wanted to happen. I could feel their eyes on me, and I was uncomfortable but… I didn’t hate it? Finally Brent said, “So relax, then,” and I watched in disbelief as he reached out and unclamped my legs, pressing them down and to the sides.

My heart was thumping but I didn’t bother to cover my throbbing erection with my hands. I just met Brent’s intent gaze, flicking my eyes over to each side to confirm all of them were staring at me. Rye was touching himself between his crossed legs, with his left hand stroking Luca’s shorter but thick, semi-hard cock. Matt was nearly as hard as I was, and I could just see the shadow of Aiden’s hand fondling his hanging junk. Meanwhile, Brent had one hand on his own dick and one sliding up my thigh, over my trimmed bush and, as I quivered from the tickling, wrapping around the base of my shaft. I exhaled, moaned, closed my eyes as he gently squeezed and stroked me.

“You like that.” It wasn’t a question, but it didn’t need to be. “This your first time?”

“No,” I breathed. I’d had a girlfriend briefly, and before that there had been a few hot, confusing nights on sleepovers with a friend before he moved away. So I wasn’t quite a virgin, but this was like nothing else I’d experienced. The conflicting impulses screaming over each other just heightened the experience and made me feel like I was floating, detached, but entirely in my body, feeling every stroke of skin on skin.

And now there were more of those. Rye was running a hand along my chest, pinching my left nipple and making me gasp louder. He chuckled shyly, his hair spilling over his face as he leaned forward to suck on the same nipple. Luca was shifting now to squeeze one hand on Rye’s ass — now in the air as he kneeled next to me — while the other ran down my leg to where my ass was pressed against the blanket.

Suddenly Brent let me go and sat up, but Matt was quick to move in. Brent watched, smirking again and continuing to stroke himself while Matt rested his elbows between my legs. He fondled my balls, gripped my shaft, put his face right up in my crotch and breathed deeply. A thick trickle of precum started leaking out of the tip of my dick as he wrapped his warm mouth around both my balls, sucking and playing with them. The sudden warmth and wetness was almost too much for me, and I groaned loudly, almost losing myself when I felt him take my whole, aching cock into his mouth in one go. But I managed to hold on while he started to bob up and down, his lips and tongue running along my dick as he kissed my uncut head wetly, sunk down to bury his nose in my pubic hair, and slid back up, over and over.

“Enjoying yourself?” Brent’s voice came to me as if from another room. All I could do was moan in reply. I opened my eyes to look over at him and he was just leaning back, jerking himself like an afterthought as he watched the whole scene. “Why not give a little, then?” he asked with a wink.

Before I could ask what he had in mind, I saw Aiden out of the corner of my eye, standing up off the log. Unlike the others, he hadn’t touched me yet, but now he stepped right up to me and knelt, standing up on his knees. His cock was now fully hard, and it was every bit as magnificent as I had guessed from my glimpses. At least nine inches and tan-coloured, cut with a beautifully shaped head, the shaft thick and nicely curved and veined like a marble sculpture. Neither of us needed to say a word, but I looked up to meet his gaze as I leaned forward and hungrily took him in, trying to show his dick just as much love as Matt was showing mine. It wasn’t the first time I’d had a penis in my mouth, but it was the first time I was fully into it and could really worship a cock.

I could barely see as Luca positioned himself behind Rye, who whimpered into my chest and continued to kiss my shoulder, neck, and cheek while I was trying my hardest to bury every inch of Aiden’s length in my throat. I had just enough mental space left to reach my left hand underneath Rye and start to jerk him — though really I ended up just holding my hand there as he thrust in time with Luca.

I was in such ecstasy I could never have lasted too much longer. Matt was still sucking me, burying my cock to the hilt, massaging my balls and perineum and even slipping a spit-lubed finger into my ass, and soon enough I was nearly yelling into Aiden’s cock as I shook with the strongest orgasm I can remember. I felt jet after jet of cum shoot out of me until I lost count, but Matt didn’t spill a drop. Aiden pulled out of my mouth then, and I barely had a chance to breathe out a “Holy fuck” before Rye pulled my chin over and locked me in a series of long, deep tongue kisses. He was still whining softly, adorably, with every pound of Luca’s dick inside him. I had never kissed a man like *that*, and I didn’t want it to end — unless to replace it with Aiden’s cock again — but I was surprised when Rye broke off the kiss and was immediately taken over by Brent, who was now on his hands and knees over me.

Brent’s kisses were harder, much less warm and tender but controlling, overwhelming, and I was half breathless from the whiplash of it when he knelt back again, leaving my mouth hanging open. He smiled at me and said, “Not bad, man. Ready for the next step?”

I was speechless, trying to focus on what he was asking while Rye kissed my cheek, and Aiden’s hand on the back of my head pulled me closer to him again. Brent was kneeling in front of my ass, one hand on my hips and the other reaching for a bottle of something. *Oh.* “I– I, uh…”

“You said it’s not your first time, right?”

“No! I mean, not, uh, not *that*, but…”

“Tight. All right bro, get ready.” And he coated his cock with lube and stroked it up and down. I could see now he was more of a show-er than a grower, and he was about the same size as me when hard. Still…

Matt’s voice came from behind Brent. “I got him all ready for you, he’s all yours now.” Brent positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to my ass. I could feel it pressing, warm and wet, against the ring of muscle.

My heart was pounding again. “Hey,” said Brent. “Just breathe, man. Relax.” He pulled my hips down a little and locked eyes with me before pressing into me. The pressure was almost too much, and I gasped and just about yelped as my anus finally gave way and let his cock start to enter me. Brent pressed forward in little steps, back and forth, and I screwed my eyes shut and tried to focus on breathing. He let out a little “*Ohhhhh….*” here and there, while the only sounds I could manage were deep breathing and some subvocalized *fuck fuck fuck*s.

Finally he was in, and the hard part was over. I mean, it still hurt, but it was a manageable hurt, and was quickly mixed in and overshadowed by a deep, welling pleasure that was utterly new to me. I had only played around with dildos and buttplugs occasionally, never really considering myself a bottom or having any opportunity to justify any “position terminology”. Now, though, Brent’s rock-hard cock was thrusting confidently back and forth, stretching my quivering asshole and stroking against my prostate.

I laid back, once again feeling like I was floating almost out of my body, my lips opening enough for Aiden to push his girthy cock back into my distracted mouth. Rye giggled and kissed up the side of my face until he was kissing Aiden’s shaft, and then he was helping me out, Aiden alternating back and before between fucking Rye’s face and mine. Our moans mixed together, along with the wet sounds of slurping and gagging on Aiden, and Brent’s slick cock hammering into me. Aiden made full use of us, grabbing our hair to force every inch down into us. Whenever he was using Rye I would try to suck on Aiden’s balls, or I would press my lips to Rye’s cheek, feeling the movement of the thick shaft working underneath it like a piston.

After I have no earthly idea how long, Brent’s breathing picked up and he got even more intense, ramming harder and deeper with each thrust. It was almost more than I could take, half out of pain and half because I could feel myself approaching the edge of another climax. Brent growled out, “Fuck! Fuck yes!” and I felt him empty into me — just a couple short, sweet gushes, but the sensation was unbelievably hot for me. It was enough to push me to a second orgasm, without ever touching my cock. The sweet feeling bubbling up from deep inside spilled outward, and my semi-erect dick jumped around and shot a half-dozen spurts of hot cum onto my belly and chest. Instantly Rye went for it, lapping and sucking up my load eagerly. All I could do was lay there panting in the afterglow.

But they weren’t finished yet. As Brent slid his cock out of my raw asshole, Aiden was stroking himself ferociously. Rye returned, his mouth dripping with my load, just in time to help me take Aiden’s. The huge cock and massive balls did not disappoint, and our faces pressed together, mouths wide, as he let loose rope after thick, sticky rope of cum that plastered us so thoroughly it was like he was trying to stick our faces together permanently. We both got a mouthful as well, with more than enough shooting and then oozing out of Aiden’s monster to drip down onto our chests, get in our hair, and leave Aiden breathless, sinking down to sit next to me.

This whole sequence was evidently the push Luca needed, and he grunted and groaned and stiffened a little, while Rye quivered in ecstasy as he was filled up from the other end. For half a second I was envious of him, but someone must have sensed that, because I looked down to see Matt taking over Brent’s position. *Oh,* I thought again as Matt’s cock suddenly pressed against my hole, and, lubed with lube and Brent’s cum, shoved its way in.

Matt was no Aiden, thank god, but he was a bit more well-endowed than Brent — 6.5, maybe seven inches? — so I was stretched even wider this time, sucking in a deep, sudden breath as he pressed into me in one long, slow slide. Rye, his face still criss-crossed with thick ropes, whispered little encouragements in my ear. Luca had pulled out of him and was laying to the side. Rye now got on top in front of Matt, straddling me. He was really gorgeous, with or without a face full of cum. Slender, not a muscle on him, he stood up on his knees in front of me. There was a little trickle of pearly white running down the inside of his thigh. His ribs heaved silently with full breaths, and he reached down to take my hand and set it on his slender, adorable, throbbing cock.

As he leaned in to kiss me, I started to stroke him once more. I cupped his cheek as we kissed, wiping off some of Aiden’s load and using it as lube. He already had strands of precum hanging down all the way to my stomach, but every bit of lubrication helps. Rye laughed softly and moaned into my mouth. Suddenly he jostled a bit, gasping in my face, and I gathered that Matt had pulled him closer and had his face buried in Rye’s ass. Evidently this worked well on him, as he very soon slowed in his kissing, his breath hitched, and he pushed himself up just a bit to look into my eyes as he came. One powerful squirt hit my throat, neck and shoulder, and the rest poured out of him like a stream as Matt’s tongue swirled in his asshole and I continued to milk him dry. It ran down my hand and pooled on my stomach and the dip of my chest, dripping off slowly to one side.

Rye had only a moment to kneel there, grinning sleepily at me as he recovered from his climax, before Matt roughly — but playfully, if Rye’s giggle was any indication — shoved him to the side, to snuggle up between Luca and me. He was apparently right on the edge as he whipped his cock out of my ass (ouch) and proceeded to spray his own load over me. One or two shots came while he was pulling out, giving me a healthy creampie and mixing in with Brent’s load. The rest fell in wet. heavy ropes over my half-erect cock, balls, and lower stomach.

I was still hazy from ecstasy and disbelief, soaking from head to toe and mesmerized by the sight of Matt’s cock twitching and swaying as his breath came back to normal. He squeezed a final few drops, which he wiped on my thigh as he rose to his feet. Brent was already standing, pacing leisurely around, and Aiden stood up too. Luca slowly knelt, kissed Rye, and started to gather his things along with the others. Finally, Rye gave me one last, wet kiss, and rose with a sigh to follow the rest of the group.

“That wasn’t bad, dude,” said Brent before turning to leave with the group. “Maybe we’ll see you here next time. Have a good one.”

I couldn’t even respond. I was so drained in every way, I couldn’t do anything but lie there and watch them go, some of them running into the water to rinse off on their way out. I vaguely heard something about finishing up early, so they should go to that club or something…

I laid there I don’t know how long, motionless, weak, cum-drenched, before I could finally drag myself up and stagger to wash off in the gentle waves. It was really starting to get dark and I had to rush a bit to pack up my stuff and shuffle home. I was exhausted, baffled, empty, and sore as hell. All I really wanted at that point was to get home somehow and shower and fall into bed. But all I could think about was coming back here next week.

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