Stuart offers Bernie a trade

"Sure, sweetie," Stuart said. He stretched out his oiled nude body on a beach towel, working on his all-over tan. The break was no good today, so he was in Zonker Harris mode at the clothing optional part of the beach. Look it up was his reply to anyone who asked who Zonker was.

"Sure?" Bernie asked. She was nude, face down on her own towel next to Gary, naked except for Sally Walker's wide-brimmed sun hat, who was giving himself another coat of sunscreen.

Stuart rolled his shoulders. "Sure, we can make it work. I lent my ass to Gary as a thank-you for taking care of the Super Surf Van. You want to see Gary up my butt again, working me until I get off? We can work a trade." He surveyed Bernie's golden skin and ample curves. "Hmm. Hell, you're a much better party girl than Gary's ex, and you get off on butt fucking just like her. Inspiring shit, babe, watching you get off big on Rei's strap-on. Now Rei, she'd love it if you came around regular. Not enough girl for girl in the gang. And me, I'd surf your butthole any time. Hell, I'd take Rei's place, doing you up the butt while you vibe yourself off. I'd trade you that as the opening act, popping an O on my dick, and then you watch Gary climbing on and taking me the rest of the way." Stuart looked at Gary. "Don't think it's gonna be a regular thing, kid. You hang a big one."

Gary nodded. "Yeah. I think my dad is bigger though."

Stuart laughed. "Dude. Not gonna make any trades with him, then. Even if like you were telling me, he does all right. What a world, huh?" He laid a hand on Bernie's shoulder. "Day, hour, location? I mean, if you're both okay with trading your big ass to me for my little one to Gary?"

"Yeah," Gary said.

Bernie laughed. "Gary told me you'd ask to get up my butt. Yes. We checked in, and yes. I watched you at the party, and I like your style fine."

"Girl, you are three steps ahead," Stuart said. "Gary, watch out for her, she's gonna take over your life. As long as you're cool with that."

Gary laughed.

Bernie said, "How about my mom's house, next Sunday, late afternoon?"

"She going to be away?"

"She's going to want to watch. Both the first and the second acts."

"You must have some mom, Miz Bernstein."

"Joyce Bernstein is a living legend." Bernie sighed. "And yeah, it can be tough living in the shadow of a sex goddess."

Stuart lay back on his towel, in full sun. "I get you on that. My wife lives her life like a runaway train."

"You were married, Stu?" Gary asked.

"Still am. She swoops in and kidnaps me for a weekend sometimes."

"Shit. Really?" Gary says.

"Yeah. It's how we worked things out. She's not so much for the group thing. Huh. I guess Trent knows, because I had to bail on him one time. Just never came up." He turned over, his soft cock swinging as he got onto his front. "Do my back? How about both of you. Oh, and hey Gary?"

"Yeah Stu?"

"Thanks for letting me have your virgin hole. That was special."

"Yeah. It worked. I was pretty high the first time."

"You liked it the second time too, stone cold sober. Well, not stone cold after blowing a load up my ass anyway. Letting Trent get you hard, and giving up your butt for me, getting off, coming in Trent's mouth."

"Guess so."

Bernie laughed. "I'm glad I was there."

Bernie and Gary moved over and knelt over Stuart's bare back. The older man was bronzed with an even sun tan, with his butt a little paler from being in board shorts most days, with muscled legs from the days he was on his board, out on the waves. Bernie and Gary rubbed Stuart's sun oil into their hands and spread it over his back and buttocks.

"You've got a nice touch, Miz Bernstein," Stuart said.

"My mom's a massage therapist," Bernie said. "She taught me."

"So yeah," Stuart said. "About your mom. Tell me about her."

Stuart made little sounds as he listened. "Mm. Uh-huh. Really. Okay. Yeah."

"You okay with her watching?" Bernie asked.