A Summer Teint

Stefan had to swim briskly for quite a while to finally get some peace between his legs. When he left the water, he had an absolutely flaccid member for the first time since his visit to the nudist beach.

Satisfied, Stefan slipped into his borrowed bathing slippers and walked towards his mooring. This public nudity was still a completely unfamiliar feeling for Stefan and it hardly comforted him that all the other people here were naked too. Maybe it was because of the big age differences, but in any case Stefan felt exposed, presented and gawked at the whole time.

When Stefan approached his berth, he was horrified to discover that more bathers had joined them and someone had simply placed Stefan's bath towel much closer to the older man who had already looked at Stefan with unpleasant intensity at the very beginning.

They were joined by an older couple, who didn't bother Stefan as much because he would rather lie at their backs, and a family with a boy who sat so that Stefan would be fully in his field of vision.

Yet the boy, whom Stefan estimated to be perhaps 18 years old, seemed anything but thrilled with his position. He sat rigidly upright, with his knees drawn up to his chest and his feet crossed in front of his abdomen. His arms embraced his knee joints and in his hands the boy held a smartphone on which his gaze was concentrated.

Stefan briefly considered whether he should adopt this posture himself. It looked anything but comfortable, but despite complete nudity, the boy had completely protected his private parts from view.

Dark hair, equally dark fuzz on his upper lip and large glasses that made the slender boy look a little nerdy completed the picture. The boy's posture and glasses made him seem very shy and uptight, but his eyes had a firm grasp on Stefan.

"We've moved a bit closer together," the old man announced amiably.

"Yes, I see," Stefan tried to politely hide his non-existent excitement about this situation.

"You see, Vincent, there are boys your age here," the man next door, who must have been the father, pointed out Stefan's arrival to his scowling son.

The slender boy demonstratively adjusted his glasses and looked Stefan up and down, almost making Stefan uncomfortable.

Stefan could well imagine what was going on in the boy's mind. To be honest, Stefan didn't know what he should have talked about with his folded-up neighbour either.

"You need to put some cream on, with your fair skin in the sun," the old man admonished Stefan from the other side.

"Oh, yeah, sure, but I don't have any with me," Stefan noted, and was promptly handed a bottle of sunscreen by his neighbour.

"Thank you," Stefan said and began to apply the cream. That was also unusual because Stefan had to put cream on his private parts for the first time. And the old man watched him very attentively.

"You should also put some cream on your glans, with your short foreskin it can easily peep out," the old man recommended and at the same time documented that he had already studied Stefan's member very carefully.

Stefan took a deep breath before he touched his member and pulled back the foreskin under the curious gaze of his neighbour. Was it a coincidence that Vincent on the other side was adjusting his glasses at that very moment when Stefan fully exposed his glans and coated it with sun cream?

After the intensive application of cream, Stefan's member was no longer completely flaccid, but still largely inconspicuous. Relieved that he had made it through, Stefan returned the sunscreen.

"Did you have fun with your friends?" the old man asked.

"Yeah, we'll go for a swim later," Stefan tried to be polite without giving too much away.

"Where are your friends?" asked Vincent from the other side, visibly irritated.

Stefan once again told the half-true story of the cancelled lessons, the spontaneous idea to go swimming and his swimming trunks accidentally forgotten in the rush.

"That's lucky, I thought you were a pervert, running around here naked in public all by yourself and without being forced by your parents," Vincent giggled.

"Vincent!" the mother now cried in horror, "what is that young man supposed to think of us? Forced? We are not ravenous parents!"

"In any case, I'm not here voluntarily," Vincent scolded.

"Unfortunately, we can't leave you at home alone for the time being, after you abused our trust last time," the father said calmly but firmly, "and we're not going to change beaches just because of your pubescent uptightness."

Stefan had to grin a little. The little nerd didn't look at all like he would do bad things if his parents left him alone. Apparently his appearance and uptight sitting posture belied his true temperament.

For Stefan, it was now time to complete the next part of his task and sunbathe. He considered whether to lie on his back or his stomach, then decided to lie on his back for now, while his penis was still reasonably at rest.

Stefan did feel a little uncomfortable, because the old man on one side and Vincent on the other were closer to Stefan's naked body than he would have liked. And with his extremely upright sitting position at the top of the towel, Vincent also had a very good view of Stefan's crotch.

In addition, there were always people walking by on the narrow path at Stefan's feet, who then also had a very good view of Stefan's naked body.

Stefan closed his eyes and relaxed as best he could. Surely in the long run Vincent would look at his smartphone again instead of Stefan's crotch and the people who occasionally passed by would only glance briefly.

In fact, Stefan stood it on his back for a while until he noticed that his member was beginning to stiffen again in the warm summer sun. Before it became too noticeable, Stefan turned onto his stomach. But the thought that everyone could now look at his bare bottom excited Stefan further and soon he was squeezing in a hard-as-nails stiffened penis between his belly and the towel, its short foreskin pushing back further and further.

"Steeeeeeefaaaaaaaaaan," Stefan briefly thought he heard Ryan's distinctive voice among the general beach noises. After listening for a moment, Stefan shook his head and closed his eyes again. Ryan was finally on the textile beach.

"Steeeeeeeefaaaaaaaaan!" it roared even louder and more intensely now. Stefan opened his eyes, straightened his upper body a little, but paid close attention that his erection did not become visible.

"Steeeeeeefaaaaaaaahaaaaaaaan," it now sounded again. Stefan shook his head. Ryan was seriously yelling at Stefan from the other side of the privacy fence for a distance of 200 metres.

"Yaaaaaa!" yelled Stefan back in exasperation, ashamed of the attention he was attracting.

"Our ball has gone over the fence, please throw it back!" shouted Ryan.

Stefan looked around and spotted a stray beach ball that had rolled down the slope and was a good 250 metres away from where Stefan was lying. The idea of having to fetch it from there with a stiff penis made Stefan feel hot and cold.

"Not possible," Stefan shouted back.

"Why not?" shouted Ryan.

"That's why," Stefan yelled back, exasperated.

"Do you have a hard-on again?" came Bruce's mocking voice.

Stefan felt embarrassingly caught, especially as everyone now seemed to be looking at him and waiting for his answer.

For a brief moment, Stefan looked up at Vincent and wondered if he should ask him to fetch the ball. But the latter seemed to have already guessed Stefan's thoughts.

"Forget it!" hissed Vincent before Stefan had even asked.

"Boner or not, throw the ball over, no one's going to look at you!" shouted Ryan impatiently.

Stefan sighed and stood up. His fully erect member rose steeply in front of his body, his glans was completely exposed and shone wet and plump in the sun.

Briskly, Stefan walked towards the beach ball. The only advantage of the loud communication was that now all the people knew that Stefan was not a pervert showing off his erect member, but had been urged by his friends to throw the ball back despite his erection. Fewer gazes nevertheless did not cling to his naked body because of this.

When Stefan finally reached the ball, he picked it up and called over the fence, "Got it."

"Here we are," Stefan heard Ryan's voice a little way up the slope.

After Stefan had gone a little way up the slope, he threw the ball over the fence, once again completely exposing his aroused private parts.

"Thank you!" shouted Ryan from the other side.

"Is your cock still hard?", Bruce immediately whined loudly after him.

"Yes," grumbled Stefan.

"I can't hear you!" cried Ryan.

"Yes, my cock is still hard," Stefan yelled back, feeling his ears once again turning red with embarrassment.

"Lie down for another ten minutes, then we'll go swimming again and meet on the island," Ryan ordered.

"All right," Stefan confirmed and went back to his towel, on which he lay down as quickly as possible with his stomach to hide his erection, which everyone had already seen anyway.

"Do you mind if I upload the video to YouTube?" asked Vincent with a disarming innocent air.

"What?" exclaimed Stefan, completely perplexed.

"Vincent!" his mother also cried, completely horrified.

"It's all right, I was only joking," laughed Vincent.

"A bad joke," reprimanded his mother.

"You know what's totally mean?" asked Vincent.

"No," grumbled Stefan, slightly annoyed.

"You're still going to spend the rest of the day and maybe even the whole night in your bed pondering whether it really was just a joke," Vincent chuckled with a nasty grin.

Then Vincent turned to his parents, "And that's just one of a thousand good reasons why I HATE nudism!"

"Don't be so paranoid, Vincent, no one is making films or taking photos here," his mother responded annoyed.

"The only one for miles around who's rudely handling a mobile phone around here is you. Put it down and come for a swim with us," the father now demanded.

"NEVER!", Vincent hissed.

The ensuing, very acrimonious discussion about whether Vincent should go for a swim with his parents and whether someone might look away or photograph him on the way to the water was a bit annoying, but did distract a little from Stefan and his erection.

At the end of the discussion, a venomously nagging Vincent was left alone on the towel while his parents ran to the water.

Stefan remained lying there with his eyes closed for a few more minutes before he too had to go to the water. When he stood up, his no longer fully stiffened but still strongly aroused member bobbed up and down in front of his body.

Completely surprised, Stefan now saw Vincent reach for his mobile phone and point it at Stefan's naked body. Seconds later, the electronically simulated shutter sound of a classic, mechanical camera rang out.

"Hey, did you take a picture of me?" asked Stefan, completely perplexed.

"Don't be so paranoid, Stefan with the hard cock, nobody takes films or photos here," Vincent mimicked his mother with a cynical grin, and for the second time the photo sound rang out.

"Yes, you do, you take pictures of me," Stefan scolded.

"So, what are you going to do? Complain to my parents?" asked Vincent with a cheeky grin and took the next photo.

Stefan took a deep breath. So now the shy boy was showing his other face. Stefan couldn't let this brat treat him with the same disrespect as his schoolmates of the same age. But Stefan had no idea what to do either. He could hardly hit Vincent. And talking to Vincent's parents was just as embarrassing for Stefan.

Stefan felt completely helpless and at the mercy of his parents. He couldn't even deal with Vincent. And at the same time, Stefan felt his erection tightening again due to excitement and being at the mercy of his parents. As if in a nightmare, Stefan kept hearing the shutter sound of Vincent's mobile phone camera and felt his member rising more steeply.

Now Stefan realised that he couldn't just stand here. So he put on a good face, turned around and was about to head for the water when he heard the photo noise several more times behind him.

"And I have nice shots of that ass, too," Vincent called after him as Stefan walked back towards the water with his stiff member, trying to look as uninvolved and normal as possible.

Stefan shook his head at so much and, above all, completely unexpected audacity. The only schadenfreude was that Vincent would now spend the next time with the obviously gay older man as his next bunkmate. One could calculate that the two would get along very well in the negative sense.

Only briefly did the water offer privacy, because Stefan couldn't swim a big lap. He saw the others already on the artificial island.

"Come on, hurry up, come up," Ryan was already shouting when he caught sight of Stefan. So Stefan had to swim directly to the island and his erection hardly subsided in the warm late summer water.

On the island, Stefan saw his schoolmates and the three strangers again, who had probably made friends with the group by now. On top of that, Stefan saw an adult man who was obviously sunbathing there. This made Stefan even more nervous and his heart pounded.

Excited, Stefan reached for the ladder, which inevitably prevented him from bringing his hands in front of his midsection as a screen, while he climbed out of the water onto the wooden platform.

"Horizontal - I won!", Christopher shouted loudly in triumph.

"What the hell, why don't you have a full stiffy?" scolded Bruce, "now I have to pay Christopher for dinner."

"Sorry, I had to swim here from the shore after all," Stefan apologised. At the same time it struck him how crazy it actually was to apologise for not having a fully erect penis in public.

"I'll get revenge for that when the opportunity arises," Bruce announced sulkily, while Stefan realised how close Jonas was to him again.

"Take it easy, he'll get really hard again, Boner Stefan. Before he tells us about his adventures, we have to introduce him to Roman anyway," Ryan chuckled.

"Very pleasant, Wildberger, you can also call me Roman," the grey-haired man with the artistically erect moustache extended his hand in Stefan's direction.

"Uh, Boner, uh, nonsense, Stefan," Stefan stammered, completely caught off guard, and grasped the hand.

"Boner Stefan, that's right," Bruce immediately followed up with a laugh.

"Sorry to spring this on you, but I overheard your friends talking about you on the beach and was totally thrilled that there are young men who aren't uptight. Your friends then immediately offered me to meet you," the man explained.

"Uh... yeah?" asked Stefan still a little taken aback by the man's interest.

"I teach the art course at the adult education centre. As you can imagine, it's incredibly hard to find halfway good-looking models for nude drawing, especially when you have such a small budget and virtually no money to offer as motivation," Mr Wildenberger explained his intentions.

"Oh, I see," Stefan commented politely as it slowly dawned on him what the action was going to amount to.

"You'd be a real godsend, so well-built and not at all uptight, I'd be very happy if you'd model for my class sometime," the kindly older gentleman summed it up.

"What kind of people are there in the course?" asked Jonas in surprise with visible curiosity in his eyes.

"Since it's adult education, the average age is of course much higher than in your group, a significant proportion are housewives who don't want to be completely bogged down between cooking and cleaning windows," the man explained.

Stefan did not miss the sardonic to gleeful grins on the faces of his classmates.

But Mr Wildenberger knew even more to tell: "We also have a carpenter who is looking for a subtle balance to his manual work. At first I didn't even think he could wield a pencil elegantly with his rough hands, but he's very talented."

You could really see in the faces of the group how they were already picturing Stefan posing naked in front of frustrated housewives and the craftsman.

"We also have a very talented young Syrian, a maths teacher who wants to see something other than numbers, an insurance agent and a salesman. So it's a mixed group," the man from the adult education centre continued his list.

"Oh, look how hard Stefan's penis has become. He's got a real boner again, he's so looking forward to being a nude model in front of all these people," Ryan pointedly drew attention to Stefan's erection.

"Cool, he can't wait to have his cock painted by frustrated housewives," Christopher commented.

"It really looks like you could get used to the idea of modelling for us one day," Mr Wildenberger stated hopefully.

"Yeah, sure," Stefan replied after a little push from Bruce.

"Wonderful, I didn't want to believe that you like being naked so much and are willing to do so much. Your friend Ryan has already given me your contact details, I'll get in touch with you tonight to arrange a date," the man was very enthusiastic.

"I told you right away that he's a horny pig, Roman," Ryan sounded chummy.

"Yes, sorry I doubted, but it all sounded too good to be true," the instructor confirmed.

"And now tell me about the gay corner," one of the strange young men asked Stefan to report on his tour.

Stefan was a little uncomfortable that Roman Wildenberger also simply remained seated in the round, while Stefan had to tell stark naked and with a strong erection how he had gone for a walk on the nudist beach and had paid attention to the men's reactions.

The embarrassment was compounded by pointed and detailed questions from the group. Eventually Stefan got to the part about the bearded man's unequivocal reaction.

"Why did you run away before your hard-on was fully erect?" asked Ryan reproachfully.

"Are you crazy? Who knows what that guy in the bushes would have done to me," Stefan was indignant.

"That's exactly what we all would have liked to know," laughed Bruce nastily.

"I think Stefan should do some extensive sunbathing today so that the middle of his body isn't so white when he draws nudes," Ryan suggested.

"But please, not next to that annoying boy," Stefan exclaimed spontaneously.

"What kind of annoying boy?", Ryan immediately inquired curiously.

Stefan realised that he had made another mistake, because now he also had to tell the story of his new couch neighbour Vincent.

"Cool," Ryan noted enthusiastically, "if he's your age, he's bound to get into mischief with the pictures sooner or later."

"More like sooner," Bruce agreed enthusiastically.

"Then we should let the boy have his fun and let Stefan lie in the sun for an extra long time. Especially since Stefan is having his fun too," Ryan decided and everyone laughed.

"How long?" asked Stefan, who wasn't really comfortable with the idea.

"Until we call you. Then you go to the kiosk and have a snack before you go home," Ryan explained.

"I don't have any money with me. It's in Marcel's boot," Stefan pointed out.

"That's right, you're naked," Bruce giggled.

"Then you come to the passage and we'll press something into your hand," Ryan adjusted the plan, "and now swim off, the peeping toms are probably missing you already."

Stefan was a little relieved to be able to jump back into the water where he had a little visual protection, even if he had to present his stiff member all the more openly beforehand, because of course a nice jump was required of him again.

When Stefan was in the water and swimming towards the nudist beach, he heard Bruce calling after him: "And spread your legs so that the sun gets to the bright spots!"

Stefan swam briskly so as not to have to get out of the water with a fully stiff limb. He actually managed to keep his member from sticking up while walking on the beach, even though it was clearly enlarged and swinging heavily back and forth between his legs.

Quite pleasant for Stefan was that he even got onto his towel relatively unnoticed. The older man was just dozing and had closed his eyes, while Vincent was arguing fiercely and loudly with his parents. He still had his body folded up so that nothing could be seen of him. Stefan was a little surprised how long Vincent could hold this uncomfortable position.

The argument was quickly grasped. Vincent desperately wanted to go home because there would be perverted peeping toms lurking everywhere on the beach, his parents vehemently disagreed and urged him to relax and develop a natural relationship with his body. Growing up with nudists must not have been easy either, Stefan thought to himself.

Despite the heated discussion on the neighbour's towel and the somewhat unpleasantly exposing feeling of also spreading his legs while lying naked on his back, as Bruce had called out to him, Stefan relaxed very well. Perhaps a little too well, because he even fell asleep.

When he woke up, Stefan didn't know where he was for a moment. But young Vincent's voice quickly brought Stefan back down to earth: "Well, you pervert, did you have a nice dream? It certainly looks like it."

While Vincent had to endure a sharp rebuke from his parents for not pointing this out, Stefan looked down at himself and quickly realised that he had gotten a very strong erection in his sleep. He quickly rolled over onto his stomach.

Stefan's mind was racing. How long had he had the erection? How many people had seen it? Had he missed the others' call to dinner?

"That's just the way it is with a young, virile man, all natural," commented the older man on the other side.

Stefan had no choice but to lie on his stomach for the time being and hope that a limb would go limp before he had to get up. For a while, Stefan was even afraid that his comrades might have left him naked because he hadn't heard their shouts in his sleep.

After what felt like an eternity, Stefan heard the redeeming call: "Steeeeeeefaaaaaaaaan, Eeeeeeeeesseeeeeen!". Stefan had rarely been so happy to hear Ryan's voice.

The long brooding had at least made Stefan's member flaccid again, as he was pleased to notice when he stood up, but the tip shone slimily wet because Stefan had leaked some pre-cum. Feeling intensely ashamed, Stefan therefore walked across the lawn and approached the passage to the textile area.

"Ryan?" called Stefan uncertainly.

"Come over!" it sounded from the other side.

"But I'm naked," protested Stefan.

Loud, multi-voiced laughter rang out from the other side of the privacy screen. "We know! And I'm certainly not doing any nudism. So come here, nobody's going to look at you," Ryan demanded.

A little uncertainly, Stefan walked through the screen to the textile beach. He was now the only naked person on the other side, which made him even more nervous. To make matters worse, he spotted his group a good 20 metres away from the privacy screen and no one gave the impression of coming to meet Stefan. So Stefan walked stark naked towards his clothed schoolmates, sighing, and noticed other bathers eyeing him curiously as well.

"Well, well, not stiff for a change, Boner Stefan," Christopher mocked.

"But wet, the randy boy," Bruce giggled.

"I think he's got quite a bit of colour, on his willy and around it like that," Oliver noted with an attentive look.

"Yes, the sunbathing has done him good. I hope his bare ass isn't snow white anymore either," Christopher joined in.

"Come on, you heard him, turn around," Ryan ordered.

Somewhat reluctantly, Stefan turned around and presented his naked ass.

"Wow, not bad at all, you've got it well stretched out in the sun," laughed Bruce.

"Oh yes, you can still see the pant line, but much less than this morning," Christopher praised.

"Very good," Ryan also noted, "and as a reward we'll treat you to the great feeling of taking your meal completely naked."

"But I can't do it here..." began Stefan in protest.

"Nah, of course not, over there, with the other naked people," Ryan explained and pressed some coins into Stefan's hand.

On the one hand Stefan was relieved, but on the other hand he was uncomfortable about having to stay naked any longer.

Quickly, Stefan switched back to the beach side. The kiosk was the same anyway and stood between the textile and nudist areas in such a way that both sides could be served by two dispensing windows.

Stefan found the feeling of having to stand in a queue with other naked people, completely naked, somewhat unpleasant. Even though the queue wasn't long, the proximity of the others already significantly affected his privacy.

Stefan became even more nervous when he noticed that the bearded guy from the gay corner was lining up two positions behind him. Stefan hoped he wouldn't recognise him.

A short time later, it was Stefan's turn. His money was at least enough for sausages with potato salad and a Coke. The young man at the counter, presumably a student assistant, took the order in a friendly manner and ladled the potato salad onto the paper plate.

At that moment, Stefan's gaze fell on the display rack with the pretzels and his thoughts were immediately drawn to his morning pretzel test. The mere memory of the experience made Stefan so horny that he got a hard erection within a few seconds while the student fished the sausages out of the pot.

As the student placed the filled paper plate on the counter, Stefan clearly saw how the latter's eyes focused on Stefan's stiff member and followed how Stefan's short foreskin retracted as a result of the erection, exposing more and more of Stefan's wet, shiny glans. A dirty grin crossed the student's face.

Shortly afterwards, he put on his professional salesman's smile again and went to the fridge to get another Coke while Stefan's member got harder and harder.

When the salesman briefly touched Stefan's hand during the checkout, Stefan's member even twitched very violently for a moment without Stefan being able to do anything about it. The grin showed Stefan that it had not escaped the salesman's notice.

Now that he had both hands full, Stefan couldn't do much more than look for a table as quickly as possible and sit down. On the way to the table, Stefan had no chance to hide his steeply towering erection.

Only when Stefan was sitting at the table could he breathe a sigh of relief. The tabletop at least offered a certain amount of privacy. Still, it felt very unfamiliar to eat outdoors completely naked.

But since Stefan was ultimately very hungry on this eventful day, the food tasted very good despite all the circumstances. Relaxed, the naked high school student leaned back and took a big swig from his Coke bottle.