The Nude Model Ch. 03 - Sex Stories

The Nude Model Ch. 03

... fucking hot to have Levi beat off to my pics—

“Oh shit,” I gasped as the dildo hit my prostate again, and a wave of pleasure crested through my body. I tried to keep myself from cumming, but it was too late. I felt my dick start to spasm, and I shifted my body just in time to keep from busting on my laptop.

I shot at least five thick ropes, but I kept going. I was determined to drain every last drop of cum from my balls. I didn’t slow down at all till the splatters died down and finally stopped.

I took my hand off my cock, and I tried to catch my breath. I savored the sensations for a minute— the dildo in my ass, the scent of my cum, and the dopamine coursing through my veins— though I was in no mood to dawdle at that point. Then I took a deep breath, got up off the dildo, and went to clean up.

Levi had asked me to meet him at his house, and Doug was going to drive us from there. When I walked up, they each had two cameras around their necks, and they were loading a box of stuff into the trunk: I saw a volleyball, a frisbee, and who-knows-what-else. I tried to act casual, and I made the usual small talk. Along the way, I realized we’d be shooting at a nude beach— which obviously made sense, though I was still trying to gauge what I was getting myself into.

I’d never been to a nude beach before, but I’d heard my share of stories. I knew there was one about fifteen minutes away, and sure enough, that was the one Doug had in mind. I was so nervous that a lot of ...

... the drive was a blur.

Doug pulled into a parking lot near the top of a cliff. We were surprisingly high up, and I could barely hear the rolling waves beneath us.

“We can start with this,” Levi said as he opened the trunk and handed Doug a backpack. Then he gave me a stack of towels, and he picked up a set of folding chairs. “Don’t try to carry too much at once. I don’t want to risk tripping on those stairs.”

“Good call,” Doug said as he slung the backpack on his shoulders. Then he turned to me. “This way.”

Doug led me down a trail with Levi following behind us. I could immediately see what Levi had meant, since the trail was surprisingly rugged. I made sure to tread extra carefully, keeping in mind the sheer drop right in front of us.

There were at least a dozen people on the beach below, and each one was stark naked. At first they just looked like tiny figures, but as we got closer, I could make out more and more details of their bodies. It kind of felt like I was leaving the normal world behind— the clothed world, that is— and entering an alternate dimension where everyone was nude.

When we got to the bottom of the cliff, we turned right and walked parallel to the shore. By this point, the three of us were the only clothed people in sight. The weirdness of it had started to subside; it kind of felt like my art classes, where everyone treated the nudity as totally normal. A lot of the beachgoers were just chilling, while others were swimming or taking a ...