Hi! I've Always Dreamt Of Visiting A Nudist Beach (my Country Is Too Uptight With These Matters Unfortunately).

Hi! I've always dreamt of visiting a nudist beach (my country is too uptight with these matters unfortunately). Could you please book me a trip to a country with one? Maybe Greece, France or even Australia?

Judging from the way you pronounced it, it sounded like you wanted to go to France the most. I think I will send you to the Côte d’Azur, just imagine diving into the heavenly blue water and swimming into the Mediterranean Sea and enjoying the white beaches. If I may give you a secret tip, there is a beautiful hidden bay near your accommodation. You should check it out. 

Just like the guy at the travel agency had old you, you visit the cove soon after your arrival. You are a little bit disappointed when you reach the supposedly secret beach and see that there are tons of people lieing in the sand.The beach is partially overshadowed by a couple of trees, that add to the heavenly scenery. 

You lay in the shadow and look at the other people there. Despite the cove being hidden and kind of hard to reach, you notice that there is a little booth offering soft drinks and ice cream. There are some couples here, but also groups of friends and even a few singles like you. You watch them passing by,

First a guy in a tiny speedo walks past you. He proudly parades around his toned, tanned body and throws seductive smirks at the women laying around. He is quite handsome, but you know full well, that you are even more handsome. Though handsome doesn’t meet your looks. You are somewhere between rough manliness and downright beauty, a lantern jaw and sparkling caramel brown eyes are only a few things I will mention at this point. 

He high fives another guy passing by. This new dude sported a similar look, but was taller than the first one. From the looks of it he must be about 6′3, since he stood about half a foot above the first pretty boy. As you stretch on your too short, oversized beach towel you think that he would look quite small next to you. After all you topped his height by another 6 inches.

You stand up, revealing you full 6′9″ height and make you way towards the water. You look over to the two buddies and notice a third guy has stepped to the duo. He is about the height of the first one and just like you and them he wears a speedo. The main difference to the first two is that the new dude is more beefy than the others. Though he almost looks like a toothpick compared to you. I mean just look at those juicy pecs and well defined abs.

You feel the warm water at your adonis belt and enjoy the sun. Just out of curiosity you turn around and notice that a fourth guy has completed the group. Unlike the others he is neither exceptionally tall or built or pretty. Admittedly he is more on the nerdy side, but a look at his swimming trunks makes it clear why he has the respect of the rest. You grin widely as you notice the obvious bulge he owns. “He has nothing on me.”, you think and scratch the monstrous tool you’re hiding underwater.

You climb out of the water, bathing in the glow of everyone’s stares as the look at your swinging pendulum cock. You walk past the group of uneven friends and talk to the two smoking hot bikini babes and pick them up with a simple wink and gesture at your mammoth cock. With a hot girl on each arm and every beach goers eyes glued on either your delicious back or breathtaking front you make your way behind the hut.

Admittedly it’s no nude beach officially, but I think no one will complain if you’re nude.

Sorry for not posting asks in the last days. College and life left me wasted and they probably will keep this on for a few weeks. So I’ll probably have no time to write anything in the next two or three weeks. I am honestly sorry :(

There will be more ;D

The Gypsy’s Curse Part 1

Another RP between @agmsye and I.

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Connor huffed as he made his way from the club to his car. It was a bad night at the club. Some gypsy guy was following him around and flirting with him when Connor was not interested. Connor was more looking to hook up with one of the hunkier guys he saw at the club. Finally Connor had enough and made a little bit of a scene when telling the gypsy to fuck off. Now the gypsy wasn’t bad looking, but he wasn’t muscular or athletic looking at all. Though he had to chuckle to himself about how he was cursed to “always see what he desired, but could not have it.” He chuckled to himself as he looked for his car.

The guy from the parking Service came up to him, wanting to help the Young man. He wasn’t exactly handsome or built, just some skinny pimple faced dork, probably wanting to get some Money. But as he came Close to Connor something happened. There was a bright flash and the dorky guy was gone. In his stead stood a prime example of a man. What seemed like seriously beefy muscles strained the tight t-shirt he was wearing, his bulging biceps threatening to burst out of the sleeves.

Connor’s jaw dropped. He stared at the new hunk before him. The park service’s guy smiled cockily, “Can I help you?” Connor simply shook his head no and the hunk shrugged his shoulders, heading towards the club. He was both horrified and incredibly turned on by what he saw. He hurried to his car, worried he had been given drugs or something.

He sped down the Highway to hs high way and seemingly exceeded the Speed Limit, because it wasn’t Long until he was stopped by a Police car. A policeman climbed out of the car and swaggered over to the waiting Connor. His breathing was heavy when he reached the car, his severe amount of extra fat having slowed him down. Connor winded down the window and another Flash let the slobby policeman disappear. In his stead stood now a black behemoth, leaning down into the car window.

The cop, Officer Burnman, stood at Connor’s window, his bulging crotch resting on his car window. “License and registration,” his deep bass voice rumbled. The younger man scrambled to get his papers and nervously hand them to the hot cop. Officer Burnman took the papers and bounced his pecs approvingly. He looked them over and handed them back to Connor. “Your left tail light is out. Get it fixed. I’ll let you off with a warning this time.”

Connor looked back up, past the officer’s straining shirt, “Thanks officer… Burnman,” he bit his lip, “Is there anything I can do to thank you?”

The officer grunted, “Just fix your taillight.” He turned around and Connor watched the officer’s muscled ass walk back to his patrol car.

Connor waited until the Police car was out of sight until he started his engine again. Slowly he drove to the outskirts of the town, parking in front of his house. He hurried upstairs and took the key out of his pocket, wanting to open the door, when his neighbour left his flat, his dog at his side. He was an average Family man, dressed in only a Jogging suit. But when Connor turned around and looked at him, the man was engulfed by a blinding Flash of light.

The jogging suit was pulled tight over every muscle of his neighbor, Tim. It was unzipped a little at the front, showing off his bulbous pecs that had a light covering of brown hair. Just about it, his chin now was sharper and had a short beard. Even his dog had changed from some small dog to a German Shepard. Tim smiled, showing his perfectly white teeth, and waved to Connor before jogging down the hall.

Connor was still perplexed at how he had been able to see the thick vein running along his neighbour’s thick biceps through the Jogging suit, when he entered his flat. He tried to comprehend what had happened. This all had started when the gypsy guy had “cursed” him. But that couldn’t be real, right? “Maybe it will look different tomorrow.”, Connor thought and went to bed, his dreams filled with pics of the parking guy, the cop and his neighbour. Connor awoke to the smell of cum and wet sheets. He was surprised as he hadn’t had a wet dream since freshman year of high school. He balled up the sheets and grabbed some detergent before heading down to the communal washroom, passing off the past events of the night and a long wet dream.

He was so lost in his thoughts he only barely noticed another guy Standing in the washroom. He stood there in only a pair of tighty-whities, his over clothes probably in one of the machines. As he greeted Connor, the Young man so lost in his thoughts that he startled and looked up. With another Flash the nearly nude man disappeared and was replaced with another hunk. The new man was seemingly of Asian origin and looked like he had just stepped off the cover of a Fitness Magazine. His tighty.whities had been replaced with a dark green pair of posing Trunks, that looked Close to giving in to the sheer size of the set of genitals behind it.

Kenichi, formerly Ken, turned back to his machine as he read the latest fitness magazine while he waited for his load to finish. Connor got a look at his prime, muscled glutes. Connor was so shocked he dropped his sheets and detergent. The hulking Japanese man turned back around, “You ok man?”

Connor bent forward to recollect his things, “Y-yeah.” He hurried at a machine on the other side of the room, his heart racing.

He started the washing machine and left the room, not wanting to stay near the hunky Asian for too Long, in fear of Shooting a load from his sheer presence. Kenichi only rolled his eyes at the stupid Performance and turned back to his Magazine. Soon later Connor was back in his flat, when the doorbell rang. He heard the mailman, a well known pudgy person, in front of his door. Connor only told him through the door to just leave whatever he had in front of the door, but the mailman insisted on his signature.

Connor could still hear the old rasp in the mailman’s voice. He looked through the peephole and breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled and turned the handle, not seeing the flash of light come from the cracks in the door frame. When he opened the door, he was greeted to what looked to be a football player wearing a mailman uniform. “Sign here,” the young jock in a mailman uniform said as he thrust the tablet to Connor.

Connor didn’t even look at the table when he signed, his gaze drawn to the formerly old mailman’s new muscles. “Whatcha staring at?”, the jockish mailman chuckled and bounced his heavy pecs, before taking back the signed tablet and Walking away, seductively swaying his ass as he did so. Open mouthed Conor watched the man walk away, his eyes fixed on the muscular bubble butt.  "What should I do?“, Connor asked himself, thinking of the endless possibilities his new power offered.

The timer on his phone went off, signaling that his load was finished. He didn’t have time to think and did not want his clothes stolen. He did his best to move stealthily down the floors to the bottom floor where the laundry room was. He was dodging kids, neighbors, and staff as he made his way to the room. Kenichi wasn’t there anymore and he was thankful it was empty. He took his now clean Sheets out of the machine and packed into a dryer, taking his dear time, assuming he was safe there. But he was wrong, just when he closed the dryer’s door, the door to the washing room opened and a guy stepped in. Connor recognized hm as the Grandson of the old Lady in the ground floor apartment. He couldn’t be older than 18, Kind of nerdy. That is until he was engulfed by a flash of light.

Now he looked like a nerd on steroids, literally. He still had thick rimmed glasses, but they complemented his face more than anything. His still wore a blue and white plaid button-up, but now it was straining to contain his immense torso. He bent down and put a bunch of women’s clothes into the hamper before carrying it back up to his grandmother’s room without saying a word to Connor. Connor quickly grabbed his basket and followed the hunk just to be sure. When he say the hunky nerd go into old lady Bella’s flat, he felt panicked again and ran back to his flat and double locked the door. He needed some time to figure it out.

Hello! I just saw your Touristics sign out front. I actually just got a DNA test, and turns out there is a lot of Scandinavian in me. Could you help me book a trip to my old homeland?

So you want to visit Scandinavia, sir. How about we send you to Norway, would that be okay with you? I could book you a trip with a travel group, mostly single men like you. I hope you don’t mind. By the way there is also a craft beer tasting included.

Already looking forward to the fine beers you will taste you make your way to the shop. The rest of your group has already arrived and is waiting for the tasting when a man walks in. He is quite old, about 65 and looks like a viking from a picture book. He has a well kept blonde beard, covering an amazingly square jawline and long dirt blonde hair he keeps as a braid. Though his form is hidden beneath his apron, you can see bulging biceps beneath his skin tight sleeves.

Suddenly a guy turns around and speaks to you. “Hey I’m James. Wanna be my drinking buddy?”, he asks with a wide sympathetic grin and a chuckle. You only nod and pick up the first glass of beer from the owner’s tablet.  You drink up and enjoy the strong taste of the dark beer. All of a sudden everyone lets out a hearty burp and excuses themselves. Though the excuses seem to be made by pretty deep voices. And even more than the others there is your deep thunder like booming bass. You look over at James and see he looks a little puzzled too, irritated by the sound of his own voice.

The second beer you are handed is a lager. It tasted even better than the first one, not as strong but more refined. Suddenly a strand of thick light brown, almost gleaming hair falls over your blue eyes. You put it back in place giving your long luxurious mane a stroke. You fondle your thick beard, thinking about the sudden feeling a little strange. Like you’re supposed to be clean shaven and have short blonde hair. But that can’t be right, after all a Viking is supposed to have a wild mane.

The third glass you are handed contains an amber coloured liquid. It tastes sweet and you can’t quite tell what it is. You set the glass down and look over at James. His bare chest is on display and he absentmindedly bounces his meaty pecs. You feel up your own generous pecs and hard sixpack, coming to the joyful realization that your’s are bigger and more defined. Coming to think of it you can’t remember pulling your shirt off. But why would you want to cover your body up at all, you wonder and stroke your hair. 

“Hey man. You know what that drink is?”, you ask James, or was it Jens, in a booming bass. With an equally deep voice he replies: “Man, are you drunk already? It’s mead, dumbass. You of all people should know, after all you always drink liters at our binges.” Then you remember all the feasts you attended. All the mead you drank, all the women you fucked and all the fights you won. 

But it’s normal for you to forget stuff. After all a Viking doesn’t need to remember stuff or know things. All a Viking needs to do is drink, fuck and fight. You slap Jens on the back, making him spill his mead. “No way I would forget it. I bet I can drink more of it then you.” After that your memory is pretty much blank and the next thing you knew is that you wake up your giant bed, three smiling women laying around you and your still hard cock standing at attention. I guess that means before you can go on you have to jack off ‘Mjolnir’.

Chronivac - Phone Service

Ryan cleared his throat and opened the app. The strange program had appeared a few days before on his phone and promised a world altering experience. And “Chronivac - Phone Services” took that pretty literally. Ryan had tried out the new calling app and it didn’t miss out on it’s promise. Just after he got it, he had called his brother Sean at college and when he replied to the “Can we talk later? I’m busy.” with a joking “Jacking your insatiable monster off, right?” something happened. When his brother came home this weekend he had a really obscenely large bulge in his pants, clearly bigger than Ryan remembered. But everyone acted like it was normal especially Sean. That’s when a thought came to Ryan’s mind. Maybe i was because of the app.

He searched for the number of his best friend. Drew and Ryan had been together ever since kindergarten. They had done everything together. From playing in each other’s garden to some gay experiments. During one of their experiments Ryan had noticed that he had feelings deeper than friendship for Drew, but his best friend clearly didn’t share them. Soon after Ryan discovered his feelings, Drew had gotten a girlfriend and though she was a really nice girl, Ryan didn’t like her. But with that app, Ryan could fix things.

Finally the call connected. “Hey Ryan, how’s it hanging.” “Just as normal.”, he chuckled and gulped in anticipation. “So are you at the gym again?  Probably, after all you haven’t been much else in the last 5 years, am I right meathead?” Deep within he could feel that the app worked. At the other end of the town, Drew suddenly found himself in a gym, that seemed like a second home to him. He held the phone, that looked ridiculously small in his big calloused hand, at his ear, while the other dinner plate sized mitt caressed his hard eightpack. “Yeah, how did you know. But I guess it is no surprise, I practically live here.”

“The wall length mirrors might be an added benefit. After all you always check yourself out in every reflective surface you come across. But it would be a waste to let that beauty go unnoticed. And that beard is something to fantasize about too.”, Ryan said and bit his lip. Maybe he had overdone it. But Drew just laughed it off. “Yeah, it grows like crazy. I only shaved that morning and I have an insanely dense beard right now. But what’s with all that beauty shit. Are you a faggot or so?”

Ryan took a deep breath. Now or never.  “Of course I am, dummy. We have been together since high school.” Suddenly a though came to Ryan’s mind. The Chronivac made everything true, so did this go for the ‘Dummy’ remark too. “Duh, you’re right, honey, I guess it’s normal to forget stuff if you’re as dumb as me.”, answered Drew, his natural baritone now sounding incredibly dumb. “At least you’re good at other stuff. Like lifting weights and posing.”, Ryan quickly said to at least give his new boyfriend.

Suddenly a clinging sound could be heard from the gym. Drew probably stepped on a dumbbell lieing around. “What happened, honey? Did you trip over your own feet? I guess that can happen with size 23′s. Or are you hot? And that happens even though you don’t normally were a shirt in public, right?”, Ryan commented and immediately Drew’s already stretched to the limit tank top dissolved into thin air, while his shoes grew several sizes to become nearly clown sized.

All of a sudden a guy came up to Drew and talked to him. “Hey dude, you’re awesome. I really admire your dedication. Can you give me some tips?”, he gushed. Drew only grunts a short “Later.” and shows him the phone. This small encounter gives Ryan a wicked idea. “What was that? Are you at a convention?” “A comic convention?”, Drew asks dumbly. A little confused you reply.”No, of course not. A fitness expo.” “Yeah, I still have some work to do. Probably will come home late, small guy.”

The ‘small guy’ remark probably was meant as a joke, but immediately Ryan felt extremely vulnerable. And together with Drew calling him ‘faggot’ earlier, a strong empty feeling spread in his now giant bubble butt. “But I am so horny right now. Come here and give me your Monster dick, stallion.”, he whines, causing a chuckle of his boyfriend. “If you insist, my cute little bottom, I am on my way.”, finished Drew and ended the call.

Back in their new shared flat, Ryan adjusted his new butt plug in preparation of his boyfriend’s monstercock. While he did that he wondered if the ‘Chronivac - Phone Service’ maybe worked both ways.

Hiya! I was wondering if you had tour package for Italy and the Middle East? I've always been interested by their history and architecture and I'd really like to go.

How about our company offers you a longer stay abroad. We have checked your grades and verified that you really qualify for a scholarship by our business. If you don’t have any objections we would like to arrange a stay for at least half a year at the University of Jerusalem. Though you can stay there longer if you’d like. Pack your stuff and we will send you there as soon as you can.

Just the next day you climb out of a plane and take a taxi to your new studying place, immediately enrolling for courses like History of the Middle East and Oriental Architecture, before going to your dorm. It looks nice from the outside and much to your surprise you find out it is a boys only dorm.

You enter the imposing building through a pair of hinged doors and find out it is just as nice from the inside as from the outside. Looking around you see what looks like an office and talk to the guy inside, who gives you a key and tells you the number of your room. 

As you walk down the hallway of your new residence you notice that everybody seems to have left their door open, no matter if they were only learning or changing clothes. You enter your own corridor and a strong earthy musk fills your nose. You wonder were it comes from and look into the first room on the right.

Though you couldn’t see anything, the melody of clapping flesh and loud moans comes to you ears and you immediately think about the long cock the guy must be jacking off. At the thought of this footlong tool, your own impressive tool comes to live. It’s outline is clear in your khakis and you unsuccessfully try to hide the obscene silhouette. Looking down you find the source of the musky odor, a gap between your rather unimpressive stomach and pants. Though you can’t even remember taking your shirt off, you enjoy the sight of your thick cock base and the smell of your sweaty bull nuts.

You move further down the hallway and hear the clanging sound of metal. Peaking into the next room, only to find a quite muscular guy benching what looked like some heavy weight with ease. He sits upright and looks at you. “Hey you.”, he calls out with a smooth baritone, “You look like you can lift heavy weights. Wanna meet up later and go to the gym?” “Sure why not.”, you reply in an equally deep voice, shrugging your wide brawny shoulders, one hand caressing your impressive abs.

You walk on and look in the neighboring room, curious what you would find. Though you only find a guy in front of a mirror, cutting his thick beard. He looks quite good, with his dense black facial hair and the thoroughly styled crew cut. His black hair perfectly matches up with his light brown complexion, further hinting he comes from the region. Your hand immediately shoots up to your own face, rubbing your own impressive beard. 

Finally you reach your room and walk into it. Unlike the others it’s a double room. One side is already occupied by your new roommate. He looks quite intelligent, sitting over a thick book and wearing the thickest pair of glasses you had ever seen. Adjusting your own pair of glasses you walk towards him and extend a hand. “Hello I’m Tamir and I’m your roommate.”, you say and he turns around. “Yeah I know, dude we’ve moved together last year, dummy.”, he replies and then you remember everything.

“So you look like you need me.”, he says and looks at your obviously hard dick. He drops to his knees and takes out your semi-hard cock. “Make it fast though I gotta learn.”, you tell him and he starts sucking. Even though he does his best it takes you more than half an hour to finally dump your load into his waiting throat, before turning towards your own desk and opening a book. 

I think you will fit in just fine with your new manly beard, incredibly muscular body and genius mind. You will be a worthy representative for the Terrence & Ford Scholarship Program.