It was a near-perfect summer evening, Laura thought. She and her best friend Stacy were sat at a table outside a bar on the seafront, sipping mocktails as they watched the sun set over the water. They were seventeen and carefree, enjoying their first holiday away from home without their parents. It would’ve been perfect, if not for the somewhat arrogant jerk who was bothering them.Pluto2025 wrote: Wed Feb 26, 2025 11:01 am How about this.
Two beautiful 17-year-old bikini-clad girls sunbathing on the beach see a grumpy, middle-aged mother dressed next to them trying to clean up the sand of her handsome 14-year-old son and pull down his swimsuit to take a shower. The child resists desperately. One of the girls smiled at the other and said, "Isn't that the handsome bastard who tried to pick us up at the bar last night?" The boy's mother looks at the girls meaningfully while trying to undress her son. Girls receive this help signal immediately.
“Hey chicas, how about I buy you some REAL drinks and maybe we can get to know each other better?” Isaac was tall for his age, slim and with dark curls. He was blessed with Mediterranean good looks, and he knew it.
“The barman wouldn’t serve us, ‘cause we’re underage. He’s not likely to serve you either,” Laura scoffed, looking Isaac up and down, appraising him. “How old are you anyway?”
“I‘m eighteen,” the boy proclaimed, jutting his jaw out and with just a little too much pride in his voice to be believable. The two girls looked at him sceptically. “Okay buddy, sure,” Stacey challenged him. “Get us some beers in and you can talk with us.”
Isaac marched off confidently to the bar, but returned a few minutes later, looking dejected. The trick he’d been relying on had failed him. The fake ID card (which he’d recently paid good money to a friend for) had not stood up to inspection. “I forgot my ID,” he lied. “That old cabrón behind the bar wouldn’t serve me either,” he muttered. “Wanna go someplace else?”
“Ha, I didn’t think he would,” Stacey told him. “We’re good here, thanks.” Isaac, however, wasn’t ready to give up yet. “C’mon, you and me, sunset, a deserted beach. Two beautiful ladies and this great looking guy,” he gestured to himself with his hands, then waved an arm theatrically in the direction of the beach. “What do you say?”
“We say no, thank you,” Laura replied. “You ain’t eighteen and we ain’t going anywhere with you, even if you were.” Isaac sulked away. The girls watched him go. “He IS cute though,” Stacey giggled. “Yeah,” Laura admitted, “but he’s still a creep.”
The next day, his failed attempt to pick up the two girls forgotten, Isaac was enjoying himself on the beach, showing off in the surf to anyone who’d care to watch. Unfortunately, the teen boy’s ego outstripped his ability and Isaac kept falling off his board. Further up the beach, his mother, Elena, lay dozing on the sand. She wore a flowery summer dress and a wide-brimmed hat to keep off the intense sun.
A group of girls around Isaac’s own age were watching him when a particularly large wave caught him and sent him sprawling face first towards the shore. He spat out a mouthful of wet sand and got to his feet to see them laughing and strolling away. He looked down at himself. He was completely covered in wet sand. Not only that, the water had dragged his Bermuda shorts down slightly past his hips, exposing his tan line and a band of pale skin, which included a couple of inches of his ass cheeks at the back.
Great, he thought, as he tugged his shorts back up, I suppose the only way that could’ve looked worse would be if they’d come all the way off. He blushed at the thought and took it as a sign that it was time to leave the waves. His mother had said they couldn’t stay long anyhow, as there were chores she wanted him to do. His life sucked at times, Isaac thought. He returned his rental surfboard to the stall and made his way back up and across the beach, to where his mother lay snoozing.
As he drew near, he passed by two attractive girls sunbathing, one blonde, one brunette. Both wore string bikinis which left little to a horny teenage boy’s imagination. Isaac walked closer to them to get a better look, and recognised Laura and Stacey’s familiar faces from the night before. Laura, the blonde, looked like she worked out. Stacey, the brunette, was slimmer, but both girls had cures in all the right places. They hadn’t identified Isaac yet.
He thought about calling out and trying his luck with them again, but reasoned against it. He looked a mess. Besides, they were awfully close to where his mother had set up base. He didn’t want to try chatting them up while she was around to cramp his style. She had sat up and was calling to him now.
“¡Ay, Isaac!” she exclaimed, looking Isaac up and down as he approached and stood in front of her. “Look at you, you’re in such a state. Let’s get these off you!” She reached for the sides of his shorts and started to tug them down. Isaac took a jump backwards out of her reach, as if she’d given him an electric shock. “¡Mamá!” he shouted. “What are you doing?”
“You’re not trailing wet sand in my new car,” she told him, matter-of-factly. “It’s all over your body and all inside your shorts. Get them off, get under that shower and rinse it off, rápido!”
Isaac looked across at the nearby shower. It was a single metal pole with a shower head at the top, standing out in the open, in full view of everyone on the beach. “I can’t use that desnudo, Mamá,” he protested. “I’m not a kid anymore. Everyone would see!”
Elena rolled her eyes. “¡Dios mío! No one is interested in seeing your little pito,” she told her son, reaching forward to brush the sand off his body. “It’s not little,” Isaac grumbled in a quiet voice. He allowed his mother to dust off the worst of the sand, but that was a far as he was willing to be treated like a child. He pushed her hands away when she reached for his swim shorts again. Elena fought back.
Seeing the struggle out of the corner of her eye, Laura turned her head to watch the commotion unfolding a few metres away. Stacey saw where she was looking and began watching too. She nudged her friend with a smile. "Isn't that the handsome bastard who tried to pick us up at the bar last night?" she asked.
“He thinks he’s a big man,” Elena muttered to herself as she struggled to undress her son. She spotted the two teenage girls watching as they lay sunbathing, and flashed them a meaningful look as if to say, you see what I have to put up with?
Laura and Stacey registered the look as a signal for help. They had picked this spot on the beach deliberately, in the hope of watching hunks rinse off under the shower pipe. Now it seemed they would get the chance to see one hunk in particular, closer and more naked than they had expected to see any guys that day.
Isaac saw the two girls get to their feet and draw purposefully nearer. “Oh, ha. ¡Hola, chicas!” he greeted them nervously, while continuing to hold on tightly to his swimsuit. “Please excuse my crazy Mamá.”
This was entirely the wrong thing to say. Exasperated, Elena mimicked him. “Please excuse Isaac,” she said to the girls. “He’s a very rude young boy. Yes, niño,” she emphasised over Isaac’s protests. “Fourteen years and he still can’t get himself clean, it seems.”
“FOURTEEN? He told us he was eighteen!” Stacy exclaimed in surprise. “Did he really?” Elena asked, raising an eyebrow. “Well,” suggested Laura, “as he’s just a niño, like you say, we’d better help you undress him like a niño. Grab him, Stace.”
“What? No!” Isaac pleaded, but to no avail. Laura and Stacey grabbed him from either side and held him in place for Elena to pull his swimsuit down. Isaac fought back, feeling suddenly very vulnerable. He tried to hold on to his only garment and keep it in place, but it was no use. Bit by bit, he was stripped.
Isaac’s shorts came over his hips, baring his ass first. His exposed cheeks rubbed against the two girls’ thighs as they held him. Laura and Stacey took more pleasure from the skin-to-skin contact than the embarrassed boy. They peered over his shoulder to get a peek at what was happening in front, just as a dark patch of pubic hair was revealed. Then came the first serious bit of male anatomy, a thick round piece of flesh that was the base of Isaac’s penis.
“Nooooo!” Isaac moaned, as his most private parts began to be exposed. He clung tightly to the waistband at the front of his shorts, desperate to prevent them lowering further and revealing any more of his ever-diminishing secrets to the two girls. For a few seconds he succeeded. He and his mother were tied in the tug of war for his shorts. An inch of his penis was on full display, but the remainder stayed hidden.
Trusting her friend to keep a strong hold on Isaac, Stacey let go of him with one hand so she could tickle his side. Isaac squirmed, and that was enough to weaken his grip on his precious shorts. With a swift tug from his mother, they slid down another few inches. Laura and Stacey squealed delightedly as Isaac’s genitals came into view. His mother was wrong, Laura thought. Isaac was sporting a thick bush and seemed to be packing a good-sized cock, from what she could see of it. He was definitely NOT just a little boy.
Isaac was almost totally exposed now, and blushing furiously. The girls could see all of his balls and three quarters of his penis. Only the very tip remained covered. He renewed his grip and hung on frantically to the front of his shorts, hoping beyond hope to preserve the very last inch of modesty he still possessed. But it was no use. With a concerted effort, the two girls pulled his arms aside and Isaac’s shorts came free from his grip. Instantly his mother pulled them the rest of the way down his legs, causing Isaac’s sizable penis to bounce around freely in the open air.
“Aargh!” Isaac gasped, mortified. With a new strength born of desperation, he pulled his arms free and quickly covered himself with both his hands. But it was too late. His mother, Laura and Stacey had just gotten an eyeful of everything he had. And what he had was certainly worth the look, the two girls thought.
“Stop that!” Elena insisted. “Playing with your parts in public! Have you no shame?” She pulled Isaac’s shorts off his feet, causing him to step backwards to avoid failing over. Instead, he stumbled back further into Laura and Stacey’s clutches. He couldn’t quite believe his mother’s remark. He was feeling nothing BUT shame in that moment. Shame at being so thoroughly humiliated in public, stripped bare in front of these two hot girls in their bikinis, which both showed off a teasing amount of feminine skin, yet covered them so much more than Isaac himself was now covered.
“Go shower, and rinse those out. I won’t tell you again.” Elena swatted her son’s legs with his swim shorts, handing them back to him. Isaac took them from her and held them nervously in a ball in front of his crotch, barely covering his goodies. He looked around, eying the shower, eying Elena and Stacey’s amused, expectant faces, and looking cautiously towards the other people on the beach all about them. “But, Mamá,” he complained, repeating himself and making one last appeal for mercy, “everyone will see!”
“Hang on, I’ve got an idea,” Stacey suggested. “How about Laura and I stand either side of you and hold up towels as shields? That way, no one will be able to see you.” Isaac looked at her suspiciously, not trusting the glint in the older girl’s eye. “Except you,” he pointed out. “Except us,” Stacey agreed, nodding. “Take it or leave it.”
Isaac sighed. It was the best offer he was going to get. He stood under the shower and turned the water on. It felt cold. He made sure Stacey and Laura were in place to block the view of him from anyone else on the beach before he lifted his bundled up shorts away from his front, revealing his genitals to them once again. He didn’t feel at all safe and wasn’t sure he trusted either girl not to whip their towel away and expose his private parts entirely to everyone on the beach.
Laura and Stacey peered hungrily over the tops of their two towels, watching Isaac as he rinsed the sticky sand from his trunks. To him, it seemed to take forever. Surrounded, whichever way he faced, one girl would be able to see his ass and the other his cock and balls as they bounced around in the open. He was certain their offer was less an act of pity, and more an excuse for the pair of them to stand close and get a good, long look at him while he showered.
Then, he felt a renewed burst of panic as he felt his penis begin to get hard from all the attention. He thrust it under the cold water and tried to think unsexy thoughts, tried to block out Laura and Stacey from his mind. But he couldn’t help but picture them stood there, behind the towels, in their tiny string bikinis, taking in his nudity. He could feel the girls’ eyes burning into him, and turned himself sideways to them, to avoid looking at either of them directly. This didn’t really help, as it meant they could both see his penis at once, especially now it was beginning to jut out more and more from his body. As much as he tried, he couldn’t block out the knowledge that they were watching it.
To make matters worse, hie mother kept poking her head around one of the towels, making sure Isaac was washing himself and his shorts properly. It was bad enough that she had no respect for his privacy, now she was seeing him semi-hard too. How mortifying! “There’s still sand on you,” she pointed to his crotch in a way he found especially distressing.
“It’s fine, I’ll get it!” said Laura enthusiastically, dropping her towel without warning and rushing over to administer to Isaac’s showering. Doing so removed half of Isaac’s improvised shield wall, leaving him suddenly exposed from one side. She strutted up behind Isaac and reached both her muscular arms around him, rubbing the sand from his thighs in a circular motion with her hands, coming gradually closer and closer to his stiffening penis before finally making contact with it.
Isaac shuddered with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure at her touch. Laura’s hands were stimulating his erection to its fullest extent, and he found himself becoming rock hard. He closed his eyes and began to moan softly, as she worked her hands back and forth, rubbing the wet sand from his genitals.
As Isaac’s luck would have it, at just that moment the group of girls he’d been showing off to in the surf earlier happened to be walking by. Almost in unison, they stopped in surprise. Jaws dropped, faces stared, and then the girls all burst out laughing at the sight of the naked, erect teen being fondled in public.
Isaac’s momentary pleasure turned to horror. He snapped his eyes back open and instantly regretted it as he saw the crowd of giggling girls. “¡Ay, no! ¡Cúbreme! Cover me! They’re all looking!” he shouted desperately, now in total panic. Isaac tried to hide his parts with his hands, but misjudged it. He succeeded only in covering up his balls and pushing his erection upwards and to one side so it became even more obvious. Laura took hold of the tip and waggled it about from side to side for the watching girls. Isaac moaned again at her touch, helpless to prevent her brushing his hands aside so their audience could get a thorough look at everything the embarrassed teenage boy had to offer.
Elena tutted, “Okay, the boy’s clean enough. Dry him off, already.” “I’ll do it,” Stacey said eagerly, rushing forward, still brandishing a beach towel up in front of her. Why should Laura have all the fun? Stacey wanted a piece of the action too. Isaac snapped out of his daze as she came dashing towards him. He tried to back away, but Laura held him tightly. Elena meanwhile tried to encourage the crowd of other girls, who were still watching in delight, to disperse. Elena didn’t care if they saw her naked son, but they were distracting him from what he was meant to be doing.
Stacey wrapped the towel around Isaac’s middle in a tight embrace. This caused a few cries of “Aww!” “Not fair!” and “We can’t see anything!” from the group of girls, who were still trying to peer around Elena as she shooed them away. Stacey began to rub Isaac dry, enjoying the feel of his erect penis through the fabric of the towel. She paid it particularly thorough attention. “Aah! ¡Para eso! Stop that, please!” Isaac begged. “If you keep doing it, I’m going to cum!”
“What’s that, Isaac?” Stacey asked innocently. “Keep doing it? I thought I’d finished drying that part of you, but okay…” She gripped Isaac’s penis through the towel and rubbed it back and forth with renewed vigour. “Aah! No! No! No!” Isaac shouted. His legs gave way from under him. Laura held him up as Stacey finished the deed. She felt every pulse of Isaac’s member as he quickly came, releasing spurt after spurt of semen, which soaked into the fabric of the towel.
Elena turned around when she heard her son shout out. She immediately saw the tent in the towel and the mess he had made of it. “ISAAC!” she yelled furiously, causing the two seventeen-year-old girls to back away hastily. The towel fell as they let go of it. It hung comically around the end of Isaac’s penis for a second, partly glued in place by the sticky fluid, before gravity took over and it dropped to the sand at his feet.
Dazed, Isaac didn’t even think to cover up his rapidly wilting erection. He was still coming down from the intense orgasm Stacy had just given him. He was bewildered by his mother now advancing menacingly toward him. “You rude, nasty boy!” she accused him. “Have you no control? How dare you do that in public, when these chicas were just trying to help?” Laura and Stacey did their best to look shocked and innocent as they nodded in agreement.
Elena picked the towel up, holding it at arms’ length, disgusted. “Get back under that shower,” she told her son. “Wash that horrid sticky mess off yourself.” Isaac hung his head in shame and did as she told him. There was no fight left in him any more. The orgasm the two girls had given the virgin boy was better than any he had ever given himself, but he felt enormous shame that they had done it and that they had made him cum so quickly. He was only half aware of heads turning in his direction from further away across the beach, as other people noticed his nudity.
Flaccid and humiliated, but clean, Isaac turned the shower off and reached for the towel Stacy had used to dry him (and do other things to him). He couldn’t look either girl or his mother in the face. Elena snatched the towel away before he could grab it.
“¡Estúpido!” she scolded. “You can’t use that, it’s disgusting. And don’t think I’m letting you make the same mess in my clean towel either.” Isaac stared helplessly at her, feeling very much like a child. He still hadn’t thought to cover himself again. Laura and Stacy watched quietly, not wishing to prompt him into doing so.
“Can I at least have my clothes? I’m naked,” Isaac whined, stating the obvious. “No!” his mother snapped at him. “You’re dripping wet and you’d get them soaked. We’re out of time. You’ll just have to air dry on the way back to the car.”
The way back to the car? Isaac couldn’t believe he was hearing this. That involved a walk down a busy promenade… naked!? Elena didn’t object as Laura and Stacy took hold of him from either side and marched him onwards. She smiled thankfully at them, grateful for their continued help.
Isaac shut his eyes again, trying to imagine he was somewhere, anywhere else, but he couldn’t block out the gasps, laughter and comments from all around him as they marched down the promenade, past stalls and cafés. Laura and Stacey continued to walk either side of him, holding his hands so that he couldn’t even cover up. Imagining who might be looking at him was worse than knowing, or so he thought. Isaac opened his eyes.
The seafront was busy with couples, families, groups of all ages. Children, other teens, adults young, middle-aged and elderly. All of them seemed to stare at the nude teenage boy passing through their midst. So many eyes bore into Isaac, taking in every detail of his nakedness.
They passed by the bar where he had tried to chat up Laura and Stacey the night before. There were fewer patrons now, but they all turned to look at Isaac. The barman chuckled at the sight of the boy who’d tried to convince him he was eighteen, being marched like a child by his mother and two girls, bare naked as the day he was born.
Finally, FINALLY, they reached the car park, but there were other people coming and going even here. They looked in surprise and amusement at the nude boy present. It seemed to Isaac that his mother took forever to rummage in her bag and find the car keys. Finally she did. Isaac shrugged himself free of the girls’ grip and quickly sat in the relative cover of the passenger seat.
Laura walked over and peered at him through the window. “How about that, Isaac?” she said. “We got to know you better on the beach after all!” Stacy stepped across too. “Yeah, it was nice seeing more of you, Isaac,” she said. “ALL of you, in fact.” She took a glance down at his still uncovered genitals. Both girls laughed. “Adiós, Isaac,” they said together, as Elena climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine.
Isaac tried to ignore the girls’ taunts as the car pulled away, leaving them behind. He could only hope his mother would allow him to get dressed inside the car, when they got back home. The last thing he wanted was to add further humiliation by being forced out naked in the street, in front of all their neighbours. Surely his mother wouldn’t do that to him, would she?
She did.
Later that night, Isaac went out for a walk along the seafront. He wanted to get away from home, away from his mother and his laughing neighbours, and clear his head of the afternoon’s embarrassment. As he passed by the bar, he heard Stacy’s familiar voice call out, “Hey cutie!” The two girls from the beach were sat outside the bar once again, just as they had been the night before.
“Not going to invite us again to get to know you better?” Stacy continued. “Nah,” Laura replied, shaking her head, “I think we’ve gotten to know him pretty well already!”
Several of the other people in the bar laughed at this, including the barman. Isaac blushed bright red. He couldn’t be sure how many of the patrons had witnessed his earlier humiliation, or how many recognised the nude boy from that afternoon with his clothes on. Judging by their reactions, quite a few.
He lowered his head and walked away in silent shame.
