Virgin Soil

The passage between the two sections of the beach was very simple but functional. The fence sections with the dark green tarpaulin attached to them to protect the view were simply parallel to each other over a distance of a few metres coming from both sides. This way, no door or other moving parts were needed, one could walk through unhindered with a slight zig-zag course, but the view protection between the beach sections was completely guaranteed.

Stefan took another deep breath before turning left into the alley between the two sections of fence, walking a few steps and turning right. It almost felt a little unreal, because now all the people on the lawn stretching out in front of Stefan were completely naked.

After a few steps, Stefan wondered if there were any rules here. For example, was he allowed to keep the towel around his hips on for a few moments to look for a place to lie down? Or did he have to expose himself immediately? Stefan was of course aware that he could not hide in the towel all day long. But not wearing a bathing suit under the towel, being naked, felt exciting enough and already made Stefan's member swell a bit.

In the few moments he had left on the way to the nudist area, Stefan had thought that it would be the least embarrassing for him to lie down near young men his own age. They might be the most likely to make contact and perhaps they would even be able to understand the problem of spontaneous erections with enough understanding.

However, as Stefan had to realise now, his plan had a small snag: he could not discover any young men his age. Most of the people here were either considerably older than Stefan, or families with small children. In both cases, Stefan found the idea of having to show himself completely naked much more unpleasant than it already was.

Stefan gave in to the last hope that the young men might be lying on a part of the meadow further away from the fence. So he marched off. He didn't get very far, though, about 200 to 250 metres away from the fence.

"Young man, there's no clothes here!" an older man with a big belly growled unkindly.

"Oh, uh, of course, of course, sorry," Stefan stammered. Now the moment of final exposure had come for him. That he had to do it in front of this unfriendly man, of all people, was more than unpleasant for Stefan, but surely he would consider it a provocation should Stefan try to go on with his towel tied around him.

With slightly trembling hands, Stefan untied the towel knot and revealed his swollen but not stiffened member.

When the old man saw that Stefan wasn't wearing a bathing suit and probably really wanted to do nudism, he immediately smiled in a friendly way. "There you go, I thought you were a Peeping Tom," he said much more kindly.

"No, no," Stefan assured him and now held the towel extra a bit away from his body to dispel the last doubts about his will to go nudist. It was very embarrassing, but seemed appropriate as a gesture of goodwill.

"Is this your first time doing nudism?" the old man asked curiously.

"Uh, yeah," Stefan admitted, "why?"

"You seem a little nervous and you are very pale in the middle of your body, I guess no ray of sunshine has reached there yet," the old man described his observation. This made Stefan aware that the man was examining his naked body intently.

"That's right," Stefan admitted, a little embarrassed.

"Are you here all alone?" the old man inquired unabashedly.

"Oh, no," Stefan affirmed, "I'm here with lots of mates from school, our teacher has something wrong with her foot and lessons were cancelled so we came here."

"I don't see anyone," the old man said, amused.

"Well, I just forgot my swimming trunks, the others are over there," Stefan explained sheepishly and pointed in the direction of the textile beach.

"Oh, and the others weren't solid enough to take off their swimming trunks and accompany you here?" the old man laughed.

"No, I guess that would be asking too much for everyone to be naked just because I forgot my swimsuit," Stefan pointed out.

"Maybe you'll end up liking it much better here than over there, you can't say that if you haven't tried it," the old man coaxed.

"At least I'll try it out today," Stefan held out the inevitable.

"And if you like it, you can bring your mates next time," the old man suggested.

"Well, I don't think it's going to work out with them," Stefan tempered his expectations. Besides, he wanted to go on, because on the one hand he was uncomfortable with how unabashedly the old man stared at his sexual organs, and on the other hand Stefan felt how his penis was already growing again despite all the embarrassment. So Stefan finally asked, "Do you know where the young people my age are lying like that here?"

The old man laughed: "They're probably almost all as uptight as your mates today, you're the first one I've seen today. But you're welcome to lie here, there's still room."

Stefan sighed. Moving on would probably be kind of rude, but lying in the old man's field of vision, he also imagined unpleasant. Last but not least, he had to get to the meeting place on the artificial island. Stefan decided to place his towel in the middle between the old man and a family to keep as much distance as possible between them. As he walked, he said politely, "I have to go into the water first, I have an appointment with the others."

"Have fun," the old man called after him.

Although everyone was naked here on the nudist beach, Stefan found it embarrassing to walk across the sunbathing lawn completely naked. That was probably because of the enormous age difference, or just because he had never walked longer distances naked in his life. His sprint the other day after the involuntary photo shoot was an exception. But he was going faster then and, above all, he was rushing in the hope of getting his clothes back. There was no time to pay attention to feelings and consciously deal with them.

Thoughtfully, he continued walking. His sexual organs were swinging back and forth with every step and Stefan didn't know what to do about it. In addition, his penis kept swelling and began to erect. But it was still a good 150 metres to the water. Should he run? That would be embarrassing, too.

Stefan felt a little cheated by his own body. Why did he get a hard-on so quickly? The other boys at school didn't have this problem at all. At least the few who dared to shower naked regularly after gym class. With the others, of course, you couldn't say for sure. But Stefan had the feeling at that moment that he was the only one whose member stiffened so quickly and uncontrollably as soon as he was naked.

Shortly before Stefan reached the water, a young father with two children came out of the lake towards him, looking very sceptically at Stefan's now horizontally protruding member. Stefan would have liked to sink into the ground in shame. What could this man think of him?

Stefan remembered that he still had his bathing slippers, or rather the bathing slippers of Marcel's brother, whom Stefan didn't know at all, on his bare feet. As much as he would have liked to disappear into the water with his erection, the bathing slippers absolutely had to be put down safely.

In his search for a suitable place, Stefan couldn't help but show his increasingly erect member, with its glans now half exposed, to an older couple, who looked rather amused at the young man with his stiffening. Nevertheless, Stefan was ashamed of it.

When Stefan finally found a good spot behind a stone where he thought the slippers were safe, he still had to endure a single older gentleman staring extremely interestedly at his now fully stiffened penis.

Now Stefan had only one thought, to get into the water as quickly as possible so that his stiff penis would no longer be seen. Besides, the cool water would surely curb his out-of-control erection a little.

At least Stefan had to quickly give up hope of the cold effect, because now in late summer the water of the quarry pond had been heated up by the sun all summer and was much warmer than Stefan had expected or hoped for. At least his stiff penis was barely visible in the lake water.

So Stefan swam towards the artificial island. Not the one assigned to the nudist area, though, but further to the left to the island of the textile area. There Stefan already spotted most of his comrades, or should we say his tormentors?

"Here comes our naked ass at last," Christopher laughed.

"Sorry, it took a little longer," Stefan apologised.

"Come on up in the sun," Ryan called.

Stefan got a little fright. He had hoped to stay in the water, where his nakedness would be less noticeable. He could have realised that the others would not make it so easy for him. At least his member was no longer fully erect, even if the water was warm; the physical exertion of swimming had taken some of the hardness out of it.

When Stefan gathered his courage and climbed up the ladder to the wooden platform, his penis was at least hanging down, but very clearly enlarged.

"Wow, Stefan, your cock is totally swollen, are you getting hard again?" asked Bruce loud and clear.

"Hey, he's naked!" shouted a young man, maybe in his early 20s, who belonged to another group and had first become aware of Stefan through Bruce's comment.

"Sorry, I forgot my swimming trunks," Stefan reassured him.

"He's one of us, we go to school together. He gets a hard-on very quickly, that's why we call him Boner Stefan, but otherwise he's harmless," Ryan explained with a grin.

"And he likes to forget things, like his swimming trunks today, so he has to lie over there with the naked ones," Christopher added.

Jonas sat down in a favourable position to get a better look at Stefan's crotch. Marcel watched the scene awake, but a little apart and once again amazingly impassive.

"How long do you think Stefan can lie here in the sun without getting a hard-on?" asked Oliver demonstratively.

"Not at all, just look how it grows," Ryan chuckled.

Through all the hints, Stefan's thoughts had been so strongly directed towards his erection that he had lost the game once again and could only watch himself as the unstoppable happened between his legs.

The strangers also watched attentively as Stefan's member briskly erected itself and the short foreskin slid further and further back, exposing more and more of Stefan's glans.

Stefan found the situation very humiliating. Although all the spectators were now about his age, he was now again the naked one among boys with generously cut swimming shorts.

"Well, what do you think of our Boner Stefan?" asked Ryan curiously of the strange spectators.

"That really went really fast with him," commented the first, who had already pointed out Stefan's nakedness.

"Aren't you ashamed to present your cock to us here?" another turned directly to Stefan.

"Sure it's embarrassing, but I can't help it somehow, when I'm naked my penis kind of automatically gets stiff," Stefan admitted sheepishly.

In the background, Marcel cleared his throat loudly and Stefan thought back to a conversation the two of them had had with each other on the subject of biology lessons and slang.

"And then I just sit there with my hard cock and can't do anything," Stefan added with increased embarrassment. This less distant language made it even more uncomfortable for him to talk about it.

"Why don't you jump in the water, maybe that will help," a third suggested.

"Well, why not," Stefan agreed. Sitting on the platform with his erection was uncomfortable for him anyway. But when Stefan stood up and walked to the edge of the platform, he quickly realised his mistake. Whereas until now only the people on the platform could see his hard-on, he now presented it to all the swimmers and even from the beaches they could at least see that he had an erection. The gloating laughter of the strangers made Stefan aware that this effect was quite intentional. Stefan's colleagues were now also laughing out loud.

Stefan courageously jumped into the water, which also felt very unusual with a stiff penis. Soon the others, including the three strange young men, followed him and had a good water fight and some scuffles in the water.

This was basically quite funny and even fun for Stefan, but he kept getting touched on the limb during the scuffle and couldn't tell at all who the touches were coming from. And they weren't just random touches, as they were during such a scuffle. At least one of the wrestlers, but probably more than one, was touching Stefan's member very deliberately in order to stimulate it. But no matter how hard Stefan tried, he couldn't figure out who it was.

And so Stefan's member was even more aroused and his foreskin pulled back tightly when the group climbed back onto the island, exhausted.

"Ey buddy, what's the cock doing?" one of the strangers asked as Stefan got out of the water.

Embarrassed, Stefan admitted, "Still fully hard."

"That's why we call him Boner Stefan," laughed Ryan.

"Could you take a nice group photo of us as a souvenir while we still have these erotically glittering water beads on our skin?" asked Bruce very kindly in the direction of the strangers. He could have truthfully said, of course, while Stefan was still so aroused, because that was more likely to have been his intention.

"We'd need a camera for that first," one of the group pointed out.

"No problem, I just happen to have my waterproof GoPro in my pocket," Bruce explained, unzipping the side leg pocket of his shorts and triumphantly pulling out the compactly built high-powered camera. Stefan sighed, for this so-called coincidence was certainly no real coincidence.

"Cool," his counterpart replied and took the camera from Bruce's hand, "then stand over there, the sunlight refracts nicely in the water beads and your athletic torsos are nicely illuminated, the fuckbolt too, of course."

Stefan hated having to stand on that platform, because that way his nakedness was visible for miles.

"Best take the naked guy in the middle and put your arms around each other's shoulders, you're good buddies having a nice day together," the spontaneous photographer directed.

Stefan quickly found himself between Jonas and Christopher. They put their arms over his shoulders and Stefan had to do the same. This way he no longer had a chance to cover anything in his private parts. Jonas literally snuggled up to Stefan's naked body, while Christopher kept a little distance and once again murmured his favourite word, "nudy ass", disdainfully.

The group was in no particular hurry to set up the picture, so Stefan had to remain in his embarrassing position longer than he would have liked. Finally Bruce and Ryan joined in next to Jonas, while Marcel and Oliver attached themselves to Christopher on the other side.

"That looks very good, everyone look at the camera and smile," the photographer called out kindly.

"Stick your cock out even further," spontaneously and surprisingly demanded the actually quite silent Jonas of Stefan, pushing his own pelvis a bit further behind Stefan's bottom and thus pushing Stefan's pelvis along with his erect member even more obscenely forward.

"Smile," the photographer admonished again and pressed the shutter release. Checking the display, he said, "Great, the dick is coming out great."

"Jonas, you can let go of Stefan again now," Ryan chuckled as Jonas still snuggled up to Stefan while Christopher had long since detached himself from him.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Jonas stammered sheepishly and took his arm off Stefan's shoulders.

Stefan was glad to be able to sit down again, which at least offered him a small illusion of privacy despite being completely naked.

"Have you figured out where the gays are yet?" asked Bruce with surprise and a nasty grin.

"No, I wouldn't know how or what for," said Stefan, relatively sure that his neighbour on the leeward lawn belonged to that group.

"How is easy," Ryan explained, "you just have to pay attention to who looks at your turnip a little longer and with more interest."

"And what is also simple, you are supposed to please them with your naked body and your horny rutabaga by showing yourself dutifully, which you obviously enjoy," Bruce instructed.

"I once heard that the gays were lying over there on the left, by the bushes," Christopher said excitedly.

"Someone once told me they're up there at the edge of the forest, so they can go right behind the trees when they feel like getting together," one of the strangers revealed his knowledge from the rumour mill.

"Then I guess Stefan will have to take a nice, long walk and see exactly how people react to his turnip," Ryan suggested.

"I can't be walking around with a boner all obvious. There are families with children," Stefan protested.

"That's your problem if you can't control it down there and your thing gets stiff. You walk a lap around the whole nudist area and see if there are a lot of men looking at your turnip. If you don't want to get arrested, you'll just have to watch out or control yourself a little better," Ryan ordered.

"And after the tour, you take a long sunbath until we call you again," Marcel added.

"When you jump into the water now, do it so that the sun illuminates your hard rutabaga in the best possible way. I want to make a nice video of your naked jump," Bruce demanded.

"Cool idea, but then with a perfect boner," admonished Ryan.

Stefan looked around uncertainly. Ryan couldn't seriously expect him to masturbate in public here. Luckily, apart from his schoolmates, there were only the three strange boys on the island, who were probably having fun with Stefan's hard-on, but someone else could come along at any moment and get excited.

"What are you waiting for, boner Stefan, jerk off your turnip, we all know how much you like doing that, and the longer you wait, the more embarrassing it gets," Ryan urged quietly but firmly. The boys moved a little closer to Stefan to give him some visual cover from the surroundings and at the same time to have a better view of the action themselves.

Stefan felt his ears and face turn red with embarrassment as he grasped his already almost completely stiff member with his thumb and forefinger and with slow, steady movements purposefully and deliberately increased his sexual arousal under intense observation by his spectators.

On the one hand, it was really embarrassing to perform such an intimate act in front of spectators, and now in the open air even more public than in the school toilet or in his room. But on the other hand, Stefan also kind of liked this particular nervousness that was spreading through him.

Of course, the situation did not change the reaction of Stefan's member to the mechanical stimulation, because soon the first bead of pre-cum shone in the piss hole, illuminated by the bright sunlight.

"Look at how quickly he gets horny," Ryan commented.

"Yeah, he's really pre-cuming fast," agreed one of the strangers.

Stefan paused for a moment. He was now more than stimulated enough for Bruce's video and his erection would last quite a while.

"Did anyone here say anything about stopping?" asked Ryan cynically.

"Well, I thought...", Stefan stammered.

"Don't think, jerk off, up, down, up, down..." Ryan directed and Stefan obediently followed the prescribed beat. More and more pre-cum ran down his shaft.

"You don't stop until you can barely hold back your orgasm," Bruce demanded.

"That won't be long now," Stefan gasped.

"Then make an effort to hit the spot exactly, not that you'll cum here and not have a nice boner for the video," Christopher now joined in the discussion.

Stefan couldn't help noticing how tense Jonas was sitting very close to him. He had both arms crossed over his lap, obviously afraid that someone might notice what was happening between his legs despite his baggy shorts. Jonas' eyes were wide open and of course fixed on everything that was happening undisguised and unprotected in Stefan's crotch.

"Now!" whimpered Stefan.

"Hands off!" commanded Ryan.

Stefan now felt especially at his mercy because his member was not only erect to its full glory and size, but on top of that it twitched involuntarily. The need to trigger the redemptive orgasm with just one more touch was immense and Stefan had to exert all his willpower to keep his hands propped up on the wooden planks at his sides, unable to gain control of his twitching member.

"That looks quite usable," Bruce chuckled, "stand up and walk to that corner over there that you're walking against the sun."

Stefan could hardly believe his ears. Surely Bruce couldn't ask Stefan to stand up diagonally towards the beach and present his almost cuming hard-on so openly.

"Come on, up you go," Christopher mewled impatiently.

Stefan sighed softly and then stood up as ordered. Thus, his aroused sexual organ left the view protection by his schoolmates sitting around him and was visible for miles above the heads of the boys on the platform. Why was he actually doing this to himself? Stefan had to admit, it did feel kind of exciting. Or was the excitement just from the intense stimulation with his hand?

But that didn't really matter at the moment. Stefan took the few steps to the corner of the platform, turned around and looked at Bruce, hoping not to have to stay exposed for too long and to be able to jump into the water as unnoticed as possible.

"That looks very good already, just a little moment more until I have the camera perfectly adjusted. Wait for my signal," Bruce ordered.

Stefan was sure Bruce was going extra slow, because normally he had his high-tech toy perfectly under control.

"Get the mood going for our naked diver," Ryan cheered on the rest of the group, "Ste-fan, Ste-fan, Ste-fan..."

So now it was clear that Stefan would jump neither quickly nor unnoticed. Even though it was only a few seconds in the end, Stefan felt infinitely exposed and on display.

Finally Bruce, sitting at the other end of the platform with the camera pointed at Stefan, raised his arm and shouted, "Three, two, one, go!"

Without thinking any further, Stefan ran. He felt his testicles begin to swing strongly back and forth. His penis, on the other hand, had stiffened so much that it bobbed considerably less and continued to rise steeply.

Unexpectedly, Ryan threw himself halfway into Stefan's path, so Stefan had to make a small jump over Ryan in the middle of the platform, which caused his penis to start bobbing more.

Stefan was just able to get back into his running rhythm after the unexpected disruption of his run-up, in order to be able to present a clean take-off and a long jump into the water at the end of the platform in front of Bruce's running video camera.

When Stefan emerged from the water again, he immediately heard the loud bawling, whistling, clapping and cheering on the platform. The mood was obviously excellent.

While Stefan swam along at some distance from the platform, preferring not to get out of the water again with his boner, the others crowded closely around Bruce and now looked intently and spellbound at the small display of Bruce's camera for a few seconds.

"Awesome, awesome, awesome, totally hit it," Christopher cheered.

"This thing has potential," Ryan muttered thoughtfully, obviously already secretly mulling over new, nasty ideas.

"Better stay in the water for now before the police have to come for you, you perverted sex fiend," Bruce admonished with a nasty grin and everyone laughed.

"When you get your boner under control again, you go for a walk and find out where the gays are over there. Then you take a sunbath and wait until we go back into the water," Ryan once again gave the already familiar instructions.

For a moment Stefan looked at Marcel, who seemed amused but otherwise watched impassively. This time, too, there was no hint of what Marcel actually expected from Stefan now.

"How do I get to know?" asked Stefan finally.

"We'll make ourselves known somehow," Ryan chuckled.

Stefan now swam back in the direction of the nudist area, where he was forced to go due to his lack of swimming trunks. He tried to ignore the naked people on the island in the nudist area as much as his own nakedness and was already pondering over solution strategies for the mathematics homework in order to finally let his member, irritated to the point of almost orgasm but unsatisfied, subside.

After what felt like an eternity, Stefan dared to leave the water with a largely flaccid member. With his bare feet, he slipped into the borrowed bathing slippers of Marcel's older brother and decided to start the ordered tour immediately while his penis was flaccid.

Stefan still found it extremely uncomfortable to walk around completely naked in public, even if all the other people around him were also naked.

While Stefan walked up the slight slope by the fence with the green tarpaulin separating the clothing-free beach section from the textile beach, everything seemed largely normal to him. Apart from the fact that he actually found it anything but normal to spend his free time naked. Mainly older couples and families with children lined the path.

Stefan lingered briefly at the kiosk, which was accessible from both sides. Although Stefan was now downright rich by his standards after the paid actions, he could only read the notice longingly, then his cash was stored as safely as unreachable in the boot of Marcel's BMW and apart from the foreign bathing slippers on his feet, Stefan had neither money nor clothes on his body.

So Stefan continued his walk, especially since hunger and thirst were actually not that strong. Nevertheless, it was somehow depressing not to be able to afford anything again.

The fence with the green tarpaulin continued to run along the upper side of the site as long as a service road ran parallel on the other side. A few metres after the path turned off, the fence also ended and the area stretched into a triangle, which was bordered on one side by a piece of woodland and otherwise ran somewhere in denser bushes.

The front part of the triangle was open grassland and the crowd was not much different from the area near the kiosk and the water.

Was Stefan just imagining this because the conversations on the platform had pointed in that direction, or were there actually more single men in the tip of the triangle by the woods and bushes? Of course, that didn't have to mean that these men were automatically gay.

Stefan walked bravely and also a little curiously further into the triangle. Was it a coincidence that this man spread his legs a little wider as Stefan walked past him? Was he actually being stared at a bit more here than elsewhere?

Was it a coincidence that another man in his early 30s with a beard smiled amiably and nodded his head expectantly towards the forest as he looked Stefan straight in the eye? That he casually ran his hand over his member and it promptly enlarged?

Now Stefan was sure he had found the gay corner. And he felt his own member begin to swell again from the mere sight of the growing foreign sexual organ. Now he had only one thought, to get out of here very quickly before someone would misunderstand his incipient erection.

While Stefan walked quickly towards the water, he saw out of the corner of his eye how an old man on a rainbow towel unabashedly grabbed his crotch while he looked at Stefan walking past.

With a semi-stiff member, Stefan reached the water again, quickly slipped off his bathing slippers and went into the lake water as the only available protection from view.