It was June 15. A Wednesday. Middle of the workweek for most. A day off for Charles. He had decided to check out the nude beach that was rumored to be outside of the city.

Charles boarded the bus that would get him closest to the beach. It would be a trip by himself, as most of his friends were either working or away for the summer. Plus, going to the nude beach for the first time wasn't something he wanted to do with most of his friends anyway.

Charles was pretty shy, quiet, and wasn't comfortable with the idea of being in his underwear in front of anyone, let alone fully nude. In fact, he wasn't sure he would get nude at the beach either. This was his taste test to see if it was something he might like. At the very least, maybe it would help him build confidence in himself. At twenty-one, he still hadn't gotten over being bullied in high school for being both chubby and gay. He lost some weight since then but was still husky. And, well, he was still gay. No changing that.

He also figured it might be easier to be naked around strangers than people he knew. He just hoped the beach wasn't busy and that there was no one he knew there.

After about thirty-five minutes on the bus, Charles rang the buzzer to stop, as this was the closest the bus could get him to the beach. From here, it was a fifteen-minute walk through a wooded path off of the main road, down a hill and around some rocks.

Charles could hear the gentle waves roll up on the beach as he walked through the woods, so he knew he was getting close. As he turned the corner, he saw sand, and there he was, the beach.

He knew he found the right spot as right away, he saw an older man and woman lying on a single towel fully bare. He hadn't seen people so naked and so casual about it in person before.

He quickly looked away as he thought it might be rude to stare, but he was fascinated.

As Charles walked along the path on the beach, he passed several other nude people lying in the sun. Mostly straight couples (he assumed), a few pairs of women, and a few solo men. Most were in their 40s or older. He quickly realized he was the youngest person that he saw by far.

He walked to the other end of the beach, where there was a larger clearing and therefore more privacy. He knew he wouldn't be able to hide himself, but with enough distance between himself and the next person, he felt a little better about the idea of removing his clothes.

He removed his backpack and took out his towel to lay on the sand. Then he took off his shoes and socks and placed them next to him before sitting on the towel. He looked around and positioned himself facing the water before casually removing his shirt, then his shorts, and finally, with some hesitation, his briefs.

Charles now sat completely naked.

No one seemed to pay him any attention. Nothing happened at all. Charles felt relief. He wasn't really sure what he was afraid of. As he folded his clothes and placed them in his backpack, he took out his suntan lotion and began to rub it on himself. His arms, chest, stomach, legs, feet. Then he put his sunglasses on, lay back, and let the sun kiss his chubby naked body.

After twenty minutes or so, Charles heard footsteps in the water in front of him. He glanced up and saw a man walking by looking at him.

"Nice day, eh son," the man said. He, too, was fully naked.

Charles couldn't help but glance at the man's body. Moderately hairy. A small belly. Round butt. And a long penis that swung back and forth as he walked.

"Yeah," was all Charles could say.

The man stepped out of the water toward him.

"Here alone?" he asked.

Charles hesitated. He knew he couldn't lie as there was clearly nobody with him.

"Yeah, my first time here. Just checking the place out," he said.

"Very brave," the man smirked. "I come here a couple times a week. It's a nice getaway from the big city."

He was now standing in front of Charles, his dick hanging almost directly at his eye level.

"I'm retired too, so I can come whenever I want for however long I want. I love it."

"Lucky," Charles said, hoping the man couldn't see his eyes behind the sunglasses darting from his face to his dick and back again.

"Well, I'll leave you to it. Gonna hike the trails for a bit before I head home. Enjoy the day." And with that, the man was gone.

Charles lay back down again and tilted his head to watch as the man walked toward the path leading into the trees.

He hadn't noticed the path before. It was just behind him. Charles enjoyed hiking and exploring the woods, having grown up near the forest back at his parents' place. He wondered how far it went and whether it was even okay to go in there naked.

Once the man was through the woods and out of sight, Charles decided he wanted to check it out too, but figured he might wait a few minutes to ensure he gave enough space between him and the man.

After a few minutes passed, Charles got up, stuffed his towel in his back, put his shoes back on (no socks though), his backpack on his bare back and stepped onto the path.

As liberating as lying naked on the beach was, walking naked through the forest wearing only shoes and a backpack was next level.

The path was cleared well enough that the tree branches didn't scrape against his bare skin. He figured this was an extension of the nude beach and was probably where beachgoers went to get a break from the sun or to piss. After about ten minutes, he came to the top of a hill that gave him a decent view of the ocean and the surrounding wooded area.

Charles decided to turn around and head back to the beach. He figured he could explore this path again next time he came here with better footwear and maybe a friend.

As he started walking back, he felt a hand touch his shoulder. Charles jumped and turned around to see the man who had talked to him on the beach.

"Didn't mean to scare you, son," he said with a smile. "I thought you heard me walk up behind you."

"It's okay," Charles said, trying to clear the shakiness from his voice. "I was just lost in my thoughts."

"Anything good?" the man asked.

"Nah, just summer plans and stuff," Charles replied.

They walked together back down the path, Charles in front and the man following closely behind. He continued to make small talk. Mostly about the weather, the beach and the path they were walking on. He introduced himself as John.

As they walked, Charles felt his hand brush up against his butt a few times. At first, he thought maybe he was slowing down, causing the man to nearly bump into him, but as he sped up, the man did too, and the contact became more frequent.

Then the man put his hand on his shoulder with a firm yet gentle grip to stop him.

Then he put his other hand on his other shoulder and began to rub them.

"Your shoulders looked tense, son," John remarked. Charles wasn't sure how to respond so he stood a moment as John's large hands lightly squeezed his shoulders.

John slowly pushed the straps of Charles' backpack off his shoulders so they slid down his arm, then he pulled the backpack off and swung it around his own shoulder.

"Let's step in here," he said, as he nudged Charles into the branches between a couple of trees off the path. The twigs and branches scraped against his skin as he was led through the brush into a small clearing between some rocks about 10 feet away from the path.

Charles' heart started racing as the man's hands began to rub down his back and then his butt, where he squeezed each cheek.

"You have a nice perky ass," he said quietly, his voice a little rougher than it had been previously.

Charles made a step forward, but the man wrapped one strong arm around his chest and pulled him into him. He reached his free arm down and began to fondle Charles' penis, which at this point was beginning to stiffen.

"What are you doing?" Charles said.

"Just relax," John replied, as he began jerking off. "Doesn't it feel good?"

Charles knew he wouldn't be strong enough to break away from the man's tight grip. He was both bigger and taller than him, and he had to admit, it was nice feeling to have his hand around his now 5-and-a-half-inch dick, stroking it slowly.

He could now feel John's dick poking against his back.

After a minute of his hand stroking him, John released his grip on Charles, but not entirely. He put his hand on the back of his head and the other under his stomach and bent him over.

"Get on the log," he said sternly.

Charles did as he was told, without really knowing why. Even though he wasn't sure what he wanted, part of him also trusted John and was excited.

Charles sat on the log, one leg on each side. The bark was rough against his balls and ass.

John put his hand on the back of Charles' head and pushed him down so that his chest was also against the log. Then he reached out and pulled his legs up so that he was lying front down on the log.

Next, John spread Charles' ass cheeks and spit twice on his hole. Charles knew what was next and he panicked, but John put one strong hand on his back and his dick against his hole and slowly started to enter him.

"I want you to enjoy this too, son," he said as his dick head pushed into Charles' hole.

Charles took a deep breath. He had only bottomed once before for a friend of his when he was eighteen. He hadn't practiced with anything else since, and if the size of John's dick while soft was any indication, it was huge.

John continued to push deeper, and Charles continued to take deep breaths, knowing he had no choice but to take it. It hurt, but he knew the pain would go away in a minute or two.

Once John was all the way in, after what felt like five minutes of slowly going deeper and deeper, he began to pull out, then push back in again, gradually speeding it up until he was thrusting harder and faster, pushing Charles against the log with each thrust.

Panting harder and harder, John was using Charles like a rag doll. Charles could feel his chest, stomach and hard dick scratch against the log as he was being fucked by the old bear. Both of John's hands were on Charles' back as he pushed him harder against it.

Charles felt John's dick moving in and out of his ass, faster and faster, and it had been feeling real good. He no longer cared that his front was probably scratched against the rough tree bark of the log.

After about four minutes of solid fucking, John let out a deep moan and thrust his hips hard against Charles' body. He was shooting his load into him.

John's orgasm lasted at least a minute before he stopped grunting and shaking, laying on top of him still with his dick inside his ass.

"That was a hot fuck, son," John whispered in Charles' ear before standing up, finally pulling his softening dick out of him.

Charles rolled off the log onto the ground beside it and looked at John's dick. It was still semi-hard and looked to be about 8 inches, cum still dripping off the end of it.

"Sorry about the scratches," John said as he grinned at Charles' naked body.

Charles looked down and saw his entire front all scratched up. Luckily, his dick was spared from any as he wrapped his hand around it and began jerking off.

"I knew you'd like it," John said, then he leaned down, spat on Charles' dick and balls, and walked out through the woods and down the path again.

Charles used the spit as lube and, within seconds, was shooting his own load all over his chest.

He would be back.