Father-Son Hit Nude Beach For Tits
A Fictional Story by PattyJune500.
Barry felt his only son, Benjamin, now age 19, was ready for the treat he and his father had enjoyed immensely 30 years ago — going to the nude beach to spot some cute girls showing their tits, asses, and shaven and trimmed pussies.
Father Barry remembered the excitement when he saw the first several naked women cavorting on the beach among so many clothed men, almost as if they had no idea they were naked and the ogling males were clothed. The ladies were not wearing a stitch and also not trying to hide their female assets.
It was like being at a Playboy magazine shoot with no photographers and all lovely, busty models milling around. Barry must have jacked off to those ribald and vivid images for years. He cannot wait for his coming-of-age son to have the same experience.
Barry knew that Benjamin, ready to graduate high school and head away to college, needed to see some real women — not the skinny-ass high school girls that Benjamin brought home occasionally. The full-figured, young, fit women at the beach had great bodies, and they were there to show them off to appreciative men like them.
“When he sees buxom women in the buff, Benjamin will know what to look for in college and later in life to satisfy his sexual demands and desires,” thought the dutiful parent.
Father and son cleared their calendars for Saturday and told Mom they would be out shopping for college stuff. She was busy at home and welcomed having a day to herself.
Dad drove to the nude beach he remembered his father taking him to years ago, and he was pleased to see the parking lot was nearly full. More nude ladies for the two of us to capture, he thought. Plus, the advances of cell phones for pictures and videos offered yet another way to remember the female delights of their exploration.
It was a sunny day, not many clouds at all, so the sun bathers and beach volleyball nets should be active with plenty of naked gals.
Both Barry and Benjamin had on khaki shorts, underpants, and T-shirts. They did not plan to participate in the clothing-optional beach etiquette but would instead be voyeurs honing in on the naked ladies.
The first few beach scenes the father-son landed on were situations Barry had not encountered as a youth — nude men with girlfriends or wives still wearing their one-piece swimsuits and shorts and blouses. Maybe if they came back, the ladies would also be naked soon.
Barry and Benjamin kept moving along the mile-long beach, and there were more sets of clothed women with totally naked men, sporting dicks and balls warm and dangling for the pleasure of the ogling women and other ladies passing by. The guys saw a group of college girls with cell phones taking pictures of dozens of naked men posing and strutting for their amusement.
“Let’s give it some time,” said Barry to his crestfallen son. “This is the place I remember. We had lunch at the snack bar ahead, and naked busty women were serving meals and delivering drinks to us clothed men.”
The father and son ducked into the snack bar to find some shade, a cool drink, and perhaps lunch. They soon lost their appetite when they saw a totally Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM) scene with nude men serving women of all ages.
The bare guys were conversing with the women, and occasionally a guy would pop a boner. The feminine attention for the naked guys in the snack shop was overwhelming and quite provocative.
Barry and Benjamin hurriedly grabbed a Coke and left to head further down the nude beach.
The guys were greeted by more naked men with clothed ladies, one of whom was even jacking off a guy for the gathered college ladies egging her on. The male nude sported a sizeable erection that was soon taken care of to the giggling laughter of the gathered women.
“If we don’t hit pay dirt soon — some naked ladies,” said Barry, “we will head home. Times have really changed over the years.” Benjamin was sold a bill of goods by his Dad, who was known for over-promising a good deal of the time.
The pair hiked another quarter of a mile down the beach and saw a beach security office. Two female officers in uniforms were patrolling the beach and called Barry and Benjamin over.
“We have been watching you two for a half mile and wanted to refresh your memories about the beach policies and consequences,” the shorter, more senior female cop said.
“This is not a clothing-optional beach — all men must be totally naked for the enjoyment of the ladies,” she commanded. “Men are supposed to shuck their clothes in their cars in the lot and go naked during the time they wish to be here. You two are flaunting the law, and we are here to fix it.”
The taller, more attractive female cop demanded, “Strip! And I mean now!”
Both Barry and Benjamin reluctantly struggled with their summer clothes and were soon bare in their birthday suits. A couple of women nearby wandered over and pointed, laughed, and said, “Look what we have here.”
“Look what we have here,” said the shorter, brunette cop, “I see why these clowns did not take off their duds. They are virtually dickless.”
It was true, both Barry and Benjamin barely had three-inch peckers and were small penis humiliation (sph) material for sure.
The shorter police officer grabbed older Barry to set an example for his son.
“Come over here, sir,” she said, walking him over to the women who ranged in age from 25 to 40 years old.
“Would you hit this?” referring to Barry’s small cock and miniature balls. His ass was sunken, and he had a beer belly. No manscaping had ever been done for this 55-year-old Neanderthal.
None of the ladies responded, except for steady laughter.
The officer laid Barry’s small member in her feminine hand, and the ladies nearby came over to get a photo of that tiny dick, making her hand look larger than it was.
Benjamin was cupping his privates when the taller officer smacked his bare ass and said, “Join your pops, son. You are two peas in a pod. And I mean your dicks are pea-sized.”
The officers confiscated their clothing and made the father-son walk naked all of the way along the beach back to the parking lot.
Once home, Barry and Benjamin sat in the car, delaying the inevitable.
As it moved from dusk to dark, the pair entered their home quietly, but Mom spotted the pair. She asked them emphatically where their clothes were.
“I thought you were going shopping for college….not stripping for college!?!” she said.
The guys just wanted to melt into the floor and disappear.
The day was full of disappointment, despair, and doubt. No tits, asses, or pussies.
The deeply embarrassed and humiliated father-son did spot some huge cocks on guys they wished they had. And they both saw what women wanted in their men.
The End.
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