Spring Break, Day 1

It’s Reading Week (Spring Break) in Canada, and I’m in the French Caribbean taking in some much-needed February sunshine. Today was my first full day, and I woke up early to get to the beach. After a great deal of Google searching, I found the island’s lone nudist beach, a full hour and a half’s drive from my rented cottage. But on vacation and with nothing else to do, I set out around 9:00 with a few beers, a NSFW book, some sunscreen, and not enough water. By the time I arrived, quintessential island traffic and a few pit stops later, the parking lot leading to the beach was already half full. I stripped down to my swim trunks and made my way to the trail, meandering through the tropical forest to the beach. When I got down to the sand, the scene was picturesque. Massive, bright blue waves crashing into white sand peppered with trees and about two dozen nudists of many shapes, sizes, genders, and ages. Not quite wanting to settle into the scene yet, I lost the swim trunks and went for a little hike to get my bearings. Once atop the old lava cliffs overlooking the ocean, I could see the beach below and the coastline leading away from it, all the while enjoying the sound (and spray) from the huge crashing waves. Being nude, alone, and with such a powerful view sent the blood straight to my head and to my cock. I gave it a quick tug, willing myself to be patient. The morning was still new. I headed back down to the beach and, sweaty from my mini hike up the cliff, followed a fit man in his late 30s into the ocean, hardening up again as I followed his tight butt into the sea. Used to the cold and fresh water of the Great Lakes, the salty, warm sea felt energizing and effervescent all over my body and my now semi-hard cock. But both quickly realizing that it was very rough and a bit inhospitable to human adventure, we each quickly got out, and, as he noticed my half-hard dick, we exchanged a friendly nod. He went back to his towel, which was set up in the midst of all the other people, and I—although I could have spent more time with him—moved on to find somewhere quieter. While finding a like-minded brother with whom to stroke dick is always at the top of my list, the gathering crowds at the beach were not quite my scene.  Remembering the maze of small paths leading up the cliff, and hoping that I could find some half-shaded sandy nook in which to hide, I set off the way that I had come. Sure enough, after passing a few others who seemed to have similar ideas, I found a small patch of sand just far enough off a path to deter unwanted visitors. Never in my life did I enjoy putting on sunscreen until I discovered nudism, but now I relished in the ritual as I lathered my naked body up with cream, making sure to get all the parts that hadn’t seen the sun since September and paying special attention to my semi-rigid cock. To my surprise, I was already glistening with a drop of precum, which I took with my index finger and savoured with my tongue. I laid down my small towel, cracked open a beer, and settled into my book, not coincidentally an ode to the solosexual life. As I read the first few pages of the book, chest down and butt to the sunny sky, my cock became painfully and joyfully hard underneath my torso. There is nothing better than being nude and free and hard in nature. I passed two hours like that, alternating between trapping my dick underneath my body and letting it throb out in the open while I reclined on my back and read, reaching down to give it an encouraging stroke between pages.  As morning turned to afternoon and one beer turned into three, sweat poured off my body onto my towel and my book. I relished in the odour of my sweat mixing with the sea air and the sunscreen, and I thanked my body for giving me so many sensory pleasures. Many times I teased my dick, edging it and making it feel good. Shortly after 1:00pm, though, the clouds started gathering and—as is often the case in the tropics—the wind picked up quickly, signalling an approaching storm. I checked my phone and, sure enough, the radar was showing a mass of bright green with a yellow and red centre, just off the coast and heading my way. But barely a moment of disappointment passed before I embraced the opportunity. I packed up my bag and covered it with its rain fly, everything safe inside except me, nude and on the ground, ready to be drenched by the warm rain and covered in wet earth. And drenched I became. The rain came fast and hard, as it so often does, and my once sandy patch quickly became a mudslide. I was happy to be covered in mud, but I didn’t want to wash away. Behind me I noticed a welcoming tree, its branches low to the ground as if to make a seat and its broad leaves slightly dampening the intensity of the rain. I approached it, and thanked it for giving me shelter. Quickly I found how well it fit my body. I sat in the place where two low, thick branches emerged together from the trunk, and where they separated, I was able to straddle one of them. It was remarkably comfortable and remarkably erotic, the thick branch between my legs, pushing into my taint as my back relaxed into the trunk. My cock again hardened against my abs as I rocked my head back and forth on the trunk of the tree, amazed at the scene. The rain slowly turned into a drizzle and I, soaked and in an altered state, slapped my hard penis against my abs, and then against the arm of the tree. After a few minutes of that, rocking, stopping and starting, my precum was glistening on my abs on the head of my cock, and I took some to wipe on the tree and then on my lips. “Oh big penis,” I said, “thank you for being my penis. I love you, sweet penis.”  Not wanting to forget the moment, I took a quick break to find my phone in my covered bag to snap a few photos and, while I was there, to grab my tiny jar of coconut oil, now melted in the hot tropical air. I photographed my hard cock against the tree and then poured a few drops of the liquid oil onto it. The sun started to come back out just as I did, causing my wet dick to glisten. I caressed it, dropping the phone and the oil and using both hands, slowly, methodically, rhythmically, as I bonded with myself and the tree and the sand and the air. Precum leaked from the head of my dick, and I held it, throbbing, as it dripped down my penis head onto my shaft. Wanting a bit more oil but wanting to prolong the session for as long as possible, I reached for the jar to dribble a touch more onto my cock. I lost my grip on the slippery jar and dropped it, open and full of liquid oil, onto my hard cock and abs. A lot of it was saved, but enough of it spilled that I was covered. Not wanting to waste it, I took the spill as an opportunity to take the bate to the next level. I rubbed the warm, wet liquid all over my abs, thighs, and balls, onto my taint and into my hole, lightly fingering myself with one hand while pulling the rest of the oil up onto my throbbing cock. I rubbed my wet, throbbing, leaking dick back and forth across my oily abs as I moaned. “Fuck yeah, penis. Fucking big, hard, throbbing cock. Thick fucking dick. Fuck yeah, penis.”  As I slowly stroked and talked to my penis, the babble sent me over the edge. I held onto my cock, tight, not moving, as the sensation of the impending orgasm built, my balls tightening as the first drops of cum escaped my cock head and dribbled down my shaft. I opened my mouth in ecstasy as my cock exploded, the first shot hitting my chest in between my pecs, and the second and third straight into my open mouth. As the fourth shot hit my shoulder, I could taste the salty, sweet cum in my mouth as the orgasm started in earnest, the shots of cum coming faster and faster now, but shorter, covering my chest and abs with warm, beautiful semen as I moaned in ultimate pleasure. As the last few dribbles came out, I slapped my now softening dick against my abs and against the tree a few more times, splattering the bark with my cum. I bent forward to lick my cum off the tree, the wonderful, salty, familiar taste of it mingling with the woody musk of the bark. I laid back, spent and covered in cum, mud, sand, and oil, knowing that the week has just begun.