sal ganuth

This is part 8 of Blue Skies. You can read from the beginning here

I watch as all four of them nod in agreement, ‘I mean, no one was going to chicken out of the dare. But, WTF? I’m not going to be the OON for much longer? Someone is going to join me naked on the beach? But who?’ I sit there thinking, who deserves to lose their swimmers – and dignity – most? Who will be most embarrassed about it? Who do I want to see naked the most? My cock twitches at that last thought. I watch as Dan scavenges on the beach for straws, he has a wicked grin on his face and he winks at me, ‘Fuck, he’s going to make sure he doesn’t end up with the short straw, I’m sure of that.’

So, who is going to end up naked on the beach with me? Who will draw the short straw?
A) Will it be Loz, who shouted “get Dan” and stripped him in the water at the quayside?
B) Will it be Mark, the other quiet lad, the one is speedos, who goes along with whatever is suggested?
C) Will it be Baz, he’s the cocky one in our gang, might be good to see him taken down a peg or two?

There weren’t many of you voting on this one. I guess there wasn’t enough skin in the game for you, maybe? Whatever, Mark getting stripped only got one vote, so he gets to keep his speedos. Between Loz and Baz, well, that was a draw. OMG, you want me to stay the OON in the group? Or are you suggesting that BOTH Loz and Baz lose their clothes? Interesting…

“OK lads, time to select your straw,” Dan sits down on the sand with the ends of three straws poking out from between his forefinger and thumb.
“WTF? Why only three?” Loz asks.
“Cos you guys have already seen me in my birthday suit at the quayside, remember?” Dan replies.
“Guess he’s got a point,” Baz admits.
“Sure I do, so who’s going first?” Dan winks at me then looks round at the three of them.
Baz leans forward and pulls out a straw. He looks at it and shrugs his shoulders, he doesn’t have anything to compare it to, unclear if this is a short, long or medium straw. He just has to wait it out.
“Me next,” Mark says, as he leans in and pulls out a straw. It’s clearly longer than Baz’s straw, I can see the relief on Mark’s face. Baz pulls a frown.
“Ok, Loz, you’re the last.”
Loz hesitates then slowly starts to pull the straw from between Dan’s finger and thumb. “Fuck,” Loz says, seeing that his straw is shorter than Mark’s. “That mean?”
“Not sure,” Dan says, “Looks fairly close between Loz and Baz here.”
“WTF? Nah,” Baz says, “Loz’s straw is easily way shorter than mine.”
“Put them side by side, just to make sure, eh?” Dan insists.
We watch closely as Baz and Loz lay them down on the sand in front of us.
“Woah, looks like they’re the same,” Mark says.
“Yeah, let’s just check…. Hmmm, yeah, Mark is right,” Dan says, “Looks like you’ve both drawn the shortest straw.”
“Wait, what?” Baz says, “We can’t both be the shortest.”
“What? Because that would mean you would both have to strip down? That your problem?” Dan asks Baz, then looking over at Loz.
“I… err… what happens now? This has gotta be a mistake, right,” Loz stammers out.
“No mistake, Loz, Baz. Looks like you are both joining the Boy in getting nude.”
“Nah, seriously, Dan, we can draw again, just me and Baz maybe?” Loz says.
“I’m not fucking drawing again,” Baz says angrily.
“Hear that, Loz? No re-draw,” Dan replies, “So that means you both get naked now.”
Baz comes back with, “Or what?”
“Or you’re a fucking chicken, Baz,” Dan replies.
“I’m no fucking chicken,” Baz snarls back.
“Then STFU and drop your pants,” Dan replies as Mark and I watch on, enjoying the show.
“Fuckkkk,” Baz mutters as he grabs his waistband and pulls his shorts off, “Happy now?”
Dan laughs,”Yeah, totally,” as he grabs Baz’s board shorts and puts them in his rucksac.
“Ok, Loz, your turn.” All eyes are on Loz as he accepts his fate and pulls his shorts off. They disappear into Dan’s rucksack too.

So, I’m not the OON anymore in our group. Baz and Loz are also naked now. I look over at them, Loz has his junk tucked away under his tightly closed thighs, his face beetroot red. Baz is braving it out, letting his junk hang between open legs, his thick uncut cock resting nicely on his big balls. He’s hot, I think to myself. Fuck, I hadn’t realised just how hung Baz was. My cock twitches.
“Woah, enjoying the view, Boy?” Dan asks.
I blush bright red. Caught.
Baz looks over at me, “Fuck, Liam, it’s already weird enough, don’t make it any weirder.”
The guys laugh.
I’m thinking, ‘The only way it would be weirder is if…’

“Hello boys.” We look up and there’s a naked geriatric old man stood right up close to the side of Dan. Dan turns round and nearly gets a face-full of old dick.
“Woah, WTF? Dan splutters, sits back, causing us all to laugh.
“I’m sorry,” for some reason, he’s looking directly at me, “I was just coming over to congratulate your friends here in joining you nude on the beach. You looked quite lonely there, being the only one stripped down. I know it’s clothing optional, unofficially, but it’s always good to see a balance between textiles and naturists.”
“Erm, yeah…” I say, unsure WTF this guy is here for, except maybe to perv at us close up. I feel his eyes wandering all over me, Loz and Baz.
“Come sit down,” Dan invites him.
I’m thinking, ‘WTF?’ But then thinking, ‘Oh fuck, what is Dan scheming?’
The old man sits down on the bare sand, I cant help but notice that his balls rest on the sand, how the fuck do old guys have such big stretched out ballsacs? I say old, I have no idea how old, he could be anything between 50 and 90. I’m no expert in seeing older guys naked, you understand. He catches me staring and I blush.
“I see you shave, a full time naturist are you?” He asks.
Dan replies for me, “Oh yeah, Liam, would love to live naked 247.” There’s sniggers all round.
“Liam, eh? Nice name. Now that would be a dream come true, right Liam?” the old man says, winking at me. I blush a deeper shade of red and my cock twitches. “Maybe not 247, but you boys could stay at the clothing optional campsite at Tregover. just above Treveague, and Liam here could run round naked to his heart’s content.”
I look over at Dan and I can see he is taking it all in.
“That so? I never heard of the place,” Dan says.
“Yes, you should go up there, it’s not far from here, go check it out, it’s a nice quiet bike ride round Lamledra hill, stay for the weekend maybe. They even have those fancy glamping pods in case you don’t have the camping gear.”
“I… err…’” stammer out, looking at Dan and the grin on his face, ‘Oh fuck,’ I think, ‘Dan’s going to make go there…’
“Anyway boys, been good to say hello to you all but I’ve got to get back to the Mrs.”

We watch as he gets up and walks away. I’m not sure him having a wife made that encounter more weird or less weird.
“WTF was that all about?`’ Mark asks.
“Dunno, but maybe gives us a great idea for a next thing to do,” Dan says, “I mean, we could hang out here for a little while longer and then go check it out before heading back to Mega. Any objections?” My cock is throbbing, for some weird reason my cock thinks it’s a fucking brilliant idea. I’m guessing Baz and Loz aren’t objecting cos that means they’d get their shorts back soon.
“Ok, water time, let’s cool off.” Dan jumps up and, without waiting for anyone, runs into the sea. Mark follows, then Baz. I watch his ass jiggle as he runs. I then turn to Loz, who gets up, hands covering his obvious boner, and watch him run in, then I get up and walk into the water, enjoying the warm sun on my full body, before getting splashed and ducked under many times. We let the sun dry our bodies, after we’d teased Loz about his boner which he now tried to hide between his slippery wet thighs, his boned cock finding freedom a couple of times before Lo tucked himself back under. Baz was quite letting everyone see what he had. Damn him, there had been no shrinkage in the water, unlike me, I was hard but my balls had all but disappeared.

“C’mon then, let’s get back to the bikes,” Dan says, standing up, brushing the sand off himself.
“Erm, haven’t you forgotten something?” Baz asks, waving his hands over his naked body.
“You want your shorts, Baz?” Dan asks.
“Course I fucking want my shorts, Dan.”
“But you look so relaxed there, I mean, why not walk back along the beach naked and you can have your shorts then.”
Baz looked along the beach, the textile section had a few people in it, but it wasn’t busy busy, you could see him weighing it up.
“Fuck Baz, seriously?” Asks Loz, “C’mon Dan, shorts please.”
“Wot? You chicken, Loz?”
“No, it’s just… it’s just that wasn’t the deal, with the straws, was it?”
“Sounds like you’re not sure, Loz. I mean, I think it was totally part of the deal,” Dan replies, winking at me. “And Liam here…” Loz says, fumbling for words, knowing he is losing the argument with Dan.
“The Boy will do as I say. He walked along the beach earlier on naked, and he will on the return too. Won’t you Boy?” Dan asks turning to me.
I nod nervously.
Loz stands up, cupping his junk with his hands.
“And hands by your sides – all of you, no covering, no chickening out.”
Baz laughs when he spots Loz’s boner, “Fuck, Loz, no wonder you didn’t want this, c’mon, the walk will take your mind off things.”

It didn’t. By the time we got to the other end of the beach, through the textile section, through all the people gawping at three naked lads, two boned, Loz was more solid than I was.
“Ok, shorts now,” Loz hisses.
“Ask nicely,” Dan sniggers.
“Fuck it, Dan, just hand them over,” Loz hisses again.
“Nasty. I think I should make you walk back up to the car park naked for that, Loz.”
Loz hisses, “I’m not Liam, I’m no exhibitionist. Give me my fucking pants back.”
Dan sighs andrelents and hands Loz his shorts. He puts them on. Just Baz and me naked now.
“You wouldn’t have made Loz walk up to the car park naked, would you Dan?” Baz asks.
“No, but… maybe, how about you and the Boy do it?”
Baz laughs, “What? That a dare?”
Dan nods.
“Fuck it, I mean, must be thirty or forty people already seen my junk today, what’s a few more along the path? You up for it Liam?” Baz asks.
Before I can answer, or even think ‘WTF, Baz?’ Dan interrupts, “Sure, the Boy is up for it, ain’t you Boy?”
I nod. WTF? I just went and nodded. Agreed to walking back to the bikes bare assed naked and boned. WTF is wrong with me?
“C,mon then,” Baz says, leading the way. I follow Baz, as we climb up the path out of the beach, Baz’s ass a couple of feet from my face. Not helping my current state, there’s no way my boner is going down with Baz’s ass in my face. Loz, Dan and Mark following behind. Clothed. Safe.
“Forgotten something?” One lad in a group of three quips, coming down the path a few minutes later.
Baz stops, “Erm, not sure what you mean, mate.”
“You… like, your shorts, or something?”
Baz looks down, feigns surprise, “WTF? I must have lost them in the sea? Guys, why the fuck didn’t you tell me? Why is it up to a total stranger to tell me that I’m walking back to the car park bare assed naked, here?”
“And your mate here too,” the lad says, looking at me.
“Woah, Liam, you too? Guys, seriously? You’re having a laugh, right,” Baz winks at the lads, the penny finally drops. They laugh too.
“Well, don’t get arrested. Not that I’m complaining about the great view,” he says, as he lets us squeeze past him on the narrow path. I turn and see they’re still watching us,, phones out, obviously taken pics.

We make it to the car park where our bikes are stashed, Baz and me still totally naked.
“So, we heading over to Trevoger to check it out? “Dan asks.
“Yeah, sure,” Loz says, obviously recovered now that he is clothed, “I mean, we could plan to stay over another time, like that old guy said.”
Dan gets on his bike.
“Again, Dan, haven’t you forgotten something?” Baz asks Dan.
“Shorts? You want shorts, Baz? You look so comfortable in your own skin there. I mean, we’re heading off to a clothing optional campsite, after all.”
“Yeah, but I think the idea is to stay clothed until you get there,” Baz replies.
“Or naked, since that’s the way you seem to want to travel nowadays,” Dan quips, “I mean, the Boy here, will be cycling over there naked, won’t you Boy?”
I gulp, “What….”
“You will, won’t you, Boy?”
“I…err…”
“That’s, ‘Yes master,’ those are the words you’re looking for, Boy. That right, Boy?”
“Yes…. Master.”
“Fine,” Baz says, “Me and Liam, we’ll cycle over naked then. See if I fucking care.”
And then we head off down the country lanes, it’s less than two miles. We only meet a couple of cars full of unbelieving tourists on the narrow lanes, them getting a good look at Baz and me naked on our bikes.

We cycle into the campsite and pull up outside reception. A guy comes out, obviously works here.
“Hi, how can I help you? Woah there, you come ready dressed, he says, spotting me and Baz. Take it you two are the clothing optional ones in the group?”
Dan takes control, “We just heard about the campsite from a guy on Vault and wondered if we could have a look around, see if we wanted to come stay for a night or two.”
“Sure, I don’t see why not, we’re fairly quiet midweek, but come into reception and I can take names then I can give you a map of the place. Then you can have a recce, see the place, before you decide. We have a textile section of the site and a clothing optional, do you want to see both?”
Loz asks, “So textile you have to stay clothed, clothing optional is either clothed or naked? Nowhere you have to be fully naked? Right?”
“It’s like 80% naturist here, and most textiles can be found shedding their clothes and drifting over to the clothing optional side soon enough, after a few hours, or a day if you’re extra shy. But there’s no pressure. Eeither way. I mean, I wouldn’t force these two to put clothes on if they wanted to see the textile section.”
“That’s good,” Dan replies, “Cos the Boy here,” putting a hand on my shoulder, “Would live naked 247 if he could.”
“That a fact? Well, maybe he wants a job here, then he could live his dream. Nude 247. Accommodation included on site.”
My jaw drops, I’m thinking, ‘No… no fucking… way… no. Dan. No. Please, no. Don’t even think it, don’t even go there.”
“Well, isn’t it his lucky day? He so wants to live naked 247. And he was just talking to me this morning about how he needed to earn some money over the summer.”
“Well, why don’t you boys have a look round and then we can talk about him working here? Two hours for looking around be enough for you all?”

As we walk round the campsite, my mind is reeling, “Dan, WTF? Me? A job? At a naked campsite?”
“Clothing optional campsite, Boy, strictly speaking. Though I think it would be a missed opportunity, Boy. You want to live naked 247 don’t you? And you can’t do that at home, now can you?”
I nod and shake my head. Not knowing what I want.
“We can come and visit you, stay, hang with you when you’re not working, “Baz says. He seems way too comfortable naked alongside me.