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One summer I was assigned to work with a subcontractor of our company in Portland, OR to help install, set up and operate precision equipment to reduce the number of reject parts this particular company was supplying us. During my stay, I learned of a clothing optional beach on an island in the Columbia River. This was a long stretch of beach that started with a swimsuits required area, that became a clothing optional stretch beyond.If you took the walk from the "suits" stretch through the clothing optional area, you'd start off experiencing the exhibitionists within eye shot of the swimsuits. Then you'd go through a stretch of hard-core party animals that stayed until dark. Beyond them you typically encountered couples and families with pockets of tough looking women with short haircuts and tattoos.Then, after a small bay and around a corner, you'd come across a long stretch of gay men. If you had a lot of time and energy and kept walking, you'd encounter private pockets of groups that would beach their boats beyond the fray.Each time I visited this island, it was always the same general make up as I walked west along the beach.
Over the summer I set up next to the party animals or the couples and family areas, not feeling comfortable with either putting myself on display for the clothed gawkers or the gay men. One day I thought I would venture out and have some private space beyond the gay area. I was walking along a high sand ridge and came up upon a group of late teen or early twenty something year old women playing Frisbee and grab ass below me in a lower bowl-like area. This was along the secluded stretch, so etiquette required me to move along.I pretty much froze, however, since I was mesmerized by their individual and collective beauty.I was awash in indecision and peaked in frustration. I was too close to get away with using my binoculars, and not close enough to get a full effect. If there were a group to my right, I could feel justified in setting down right there, as I would be somewhat in the middle of the two groups, but setting down where I was, could be nothing other that appeared to be, a peak voyeuristic exploitative experience.
Compulsion got the better of me and I settled down along the ridge. As the girls became aware of my presence, I sensed the annoyance in their glares. I played it as nonchalantly as I could muster, trying to create the illusion that I could care less about their proximity to me.They were not regulars to the nude beach, because they had good tans with white breasts and butts. Two of them put bikini bottoms back on, one put on a loose shirt with tails in front and back that just ran to the crotch. With it loosely buttoned and sleeves rolled up, she was sexier than if she had on nothing at all.
Waves of guilt were washing over me because my presence was destroying the uninhibited moment I was so much enjoying.It looked as if they were going to consign themselves to a period of sunbathing and started rubbing lotion on each other.They seemed to forget about me, and got back in the moment, as they playfully alternated between massaging each other’s breasts and nipples, tweaking them, tickling, or goosing each other.This was having an effect on me. I was getting an erection as I lay on my side facing them pretending I was reading. If there is one thing you don’t want to have at a nudist beach, it is a hardon. Instead of rolling onto my stomach, I tried rolling the other way. As I did so, I rolled onto something sharp, like the corner of a hard cover book, and got hung up while I fished it out of the way.What I didn’t realize was that this silhouetted my staff to the sky and made it prominently plain to see, as was indicated by a couple of the girls pointing in my direction.
Finally, I made it over facing the other way, and felt I had better stay that direction for a while. My woody wouldn’t calm down, because all I could think about were the nubile bodies in uninhibited play. Then I did the unthinkable, I placed my palm around the head of my cock and gently squeezed. My eyes were closed in sexual reverie and I was trying not to move my arm to give away my secret activity.Then I was brought back to reality by a cloud that shaded my eyes, but didn’t cool any part of my body. When I opened my eyes, I was surrounded by five of the most gorgeous young women I had ever seen in one place. They stood arms akimbo, breasts jutting out proudly, and bodies glistening from sweat and lotion. I tried to scoot my feet underneath me, and push myself up with my hands behind me on my blanket, when a foot came down on my chest pushing me back down on my back. "Don’t stop now on our account stud." The shortest girl with blonde hair insisted."Put your hand back on it and get it hard again."
From my vantage point of crotches and boobs, I didn’t need much urging to bring it back to life.Some toes started rolling my balls around. I was too embarrassed to look at anyone in particular so I closed my eyes in reckless abandon and started sliding my hand up and down the shaft. "Stop!" she insisted, "Take your hand off, now." My eyes opened and I was convulsing as I caught my breath. She stopped me just as I was about to cum.My frustration put the muscles of my body into a momentary tight tension. Two girls helped me stand up and held my arms, another picked up my things, and the short blonde invited, "If we won’t let you beat it, join us."
As they started down the sandy incline toward their spot, I resisted and tried to hold my ground in apprehension. A cute brunette put her hand around my balls and tugged me into following. They found it amusing to watch my cock bob and weave as I walked through the sand. When we arrived, one girl said, "I think we should put some water on this fire." And they marched me to the river, which at this time of year had a good deal of snow melt keeping the temperature into the low sixties.They took me into just below crotch level and pushed me over into the deeper water. I immediately tried to get back on my feet and regain a normal breathing, but they insisted that I remain in the water a minute longer. As I was just beginning to get used to it, they waved me in and escorted me to the blankets.
All eyes were on my crotch. The cold water had shrunk my cock to a head without a neck and my balls were clinging to my body for dear life. Now, I didn’t know if I was shivering from the cold water or my embarrassment and humiliation. I stood trying to cover my crotch with my hands as they commented, joked, and jibbed at my situation.One of them had the idea to see how small they could make my genitals by icing them down even colder. So they took some ice from a cooler and placed it in a towel like a sling and held the towel front and back rising me up on my tiptoes as they pulled. That wasn’t enough for them, as they tried sawing the towels with the ice front and back to rub the ice cubes against my cock and balls.
The pain was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.First, there was the discomfort of my balls trying to retreat up into my body, then there was the burning coldness of the ice, and this combined with hard rough surface of the cubes hitting my balls as they slide across brought tears to my eyes. When they saw this they stopped to inspect their experiment. My dick was now half its normal circumference and my scrotum was drawn up tight and wrinkled and looked as if I had been castrated. It was too uncomfortable to stand with my legs together so I was forced to be on display as they watched my crotch intently. My stomach hurt and I was slouched forward somewhat, with my hands being held in someone else’s hands behind my back, so they wouldn’t obstruct the view.
After being scolded for invading their space and privacy, they said that they were going to teach me a lesson. I got a small lecture about how men are really the weaker sex because of the vulnerability between their legs. I had to endure comments like "your balls can run, but they can’t hide." As they were berating me, my dick and scrotum were coming back to life in the warm sun. My balls started a churning and rolling process like a den of bears waking up from hibernation.This brought out curious stares and a couple of the girls got down in front to get a closer look.This led to touching and holding to feel the balls rolling in their sack. "Curious things, these eggs of yours, I can make you moan in pleasure by doing this," as she gently massaged my sack, "or I can make you groan in agony." as she gave them a two hand squeeze that sent me reeling to the ground in a fetal position.
There was a huddle while I tried to recover on the blanket.Then I was being coated with tanning oil from neck to toe.Someone produced a lady’s razor and they proceeded to shave me of all of my body hair from the neck down. As they admired their handiwork, hands glided across my slippery body checking for any spots that were not as smooth as a baby’s bottom. This was particularly soothing to my aching balls and brought my hardon back to life. Then out came a camera. I was posed in all sorts of humiliating postures and instructed to stroke myself just enough to keep myself hard, but not to cum.They shot a whole roll and part of a second before they tired of this show.
For the grand finale, they had me lie on my back and bring my legs back so that my feet touched the ground behind my head. Their goal was to have me suck my own cock, but I was not limber enough to reach it. Using a fist grip on my scrotum, one girl levered my rear as far as it would go and held it there while another started to stroke my cock. It was difficult to breathe in this position to begin with, but as I was nearing a badly needed orgasm, one girl tried to have me open my mouth by taking her thumb and middle finger and pressing at the back of my jaw. When this didn’t get the desired effect, the girl with the death grip on my sack gave my balls a slap in warning of what could happen if I didn’t comply. I opened my mouth and received the majority of my own cum in it.I wanted to spit it out and was gagging but another slap had me eagerly downing the load.
"Good job Dork." The girl said, who was holding my balls in her hand, as she patted them for emphasis. She released me and let me wallow in my pain as the girls got dressed and packed up.The blanket I was on was the last thing before they left. Three of them grabbed an end and pulled, leaving me to roll onto the sand. The sand stuck to my oiled body where I rolled, and two of them picked up handfuls of sand trickling it on the parts that had not been coated.They blew kisses "good-bye" and walked off.I still remember the exquisite image of their gorgeous legs and luscious butts fading off into the horizon.