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Mid June, peak summer time. The perfect time to hit up the beach. After sharing a very naked evening together, Ichimatsu and Karamatsu began to develop a tighter bond. Karamatsu and Ichimatsu were former classmates, but ended up drifting apart as Karamatsu became more interested in joining athletic programs while Ichimatsu became more introverted. Years later, they were reunited through mutual friends looking for additional roommates to afford a house for the cheapest rent. Despite sharing a roof together, they still acted distant with each other- especially Ichimatsu who acted almost resentful.
Finding Ichimatsu naked in the middle of the night and fucking was not the way he imagined they would reignite their friendship, but he wasn’t about to dispute it. Even if they were more friends with benefits now, Karamatsu was more than happy to follow along with whatever Ichimatsu wanted to do. So when he was told to pack his things and drive the two of them to the beach, he was excited that Ichimatsu actually wanted to make plans involving him. It really felt as though he had his old friend back.
After returning home from his night of exposure, Ichimatsu had started planning what he would do next- how could he take what he had done another step further? He felt safe at night, but what could he get away with in broad daylight? Not too much, maybe he could get away with going out in just a large t-shirt similar to his raincoat, or maybe he could try and stealthily jerk off on a crowded train. Both ideas seemed a bit tame compared to the high he had experienced the night prior. He figured he could walk around in revealing outfits, but he didn’t own any nor did he have the money or patience to buy an outfit and wait for it to get to him. The only thing he could think of was swimwear… like a speedo which is acceptable to wear in the right circumstance. Karamatsu had a speedo, maybe he could borrow it from him.
Or maybe better yet, he could wear it for him. Ichimatsu felt a wicked idea coming his way. He could wear it, or maybe not. He knew he had a few containers of body paint left from last Halloween stored away somewhere. What if he only appeared to be wearing it?
It was a Tuesday, a day where few beachgoers will be out and about. 2:00PM, the stretch of sand was close to deserted with only a few people and chairs strewn about. Ichimatsu sat on his beach blanket and watched the waves rise and fall. He came dressed in a purple UV jacket and matching purple swim trunks. Kicked to the side was his pair of thong sandals, soon to be joined by Karamatsu’s. They had both been dropped off by Todomatsu on his way to his shift at a nearby coffee shop.
Karamatsu was in the restroom, disrobed, changing into his costume. Ichimatsu had requested him specifically to wear the smallest swimsuit he owned, and Karamatsu was eager to comply.
He held before him a tiny black pouch meant to support his junk held together with a material thin enough to be used as dental floss.
The back had a small mesh triangle to conceal his ass, if his ass was the size of two mandarin oranges. He wanted to please his friend, but wasn’t this a bit too revealing? And on a public beach of all places? He sighed, stepping into the thong and hoisting it to his waist. It was tighter than he remembered it being, his balls threatening to come out of either side. Pulling the thong down better supported his genitals, but further exposed his backside. There wasn’t any winning here. This garment was meant for tanning, so he would have to do just that and let the sun do its job. He stuffed his belongings into his locker, slamming it shut, and slipped the key ring around his wrist for safe keeping. Taking a moment to build up his confidence, he stepped out of the restroom and only the sandy beach. After a short trek, he laid down on his side next to Ichimatsu on the blanket.
He posed as though he was asking Ichimatsu to paint him, subtly pushing forward his hips to emphasize the bulge Ichimatsu had become familiar with.
“A wonderful day for the beach, would you not agree?”
Ichimatsu glazed his way, his slanted eyes widening as he took in the sight. Turning away, traces of a blush could be seen spreading to the tips of his ears.
“I guess so” Ichimatsu muttered, a tent beginning to take form inside of his trunks. Both parties were very eager for what he had in store. If only Karamatsu knew it was at his expense.
“We should lather up in sunscreen, '' Ichimatsu advised, “I got my front already, so do my back. I burn easily so be sure to go deep” he said, handing the bottle of sunblock to Karamatsu.
Karamatsu couldn’t wait to get his hands on Ichimatsu’s soft smooth skin again. As he took the bottle and squeezed a handful of sunscreen onto his hands, Ichimatsu rolled over onto his back and cradled his head in his forearms, waiting for Karamatsu to get started. Karamatsu's eyes traced down Ichimatsu's body from his neck down to the small of his back.
He placed his hands down in the middle of Ichimatsu’s back and got to work smearing the sunscreen into his skin. “Harder '' Ichimatsu groaned softly into his arms as his back was massaged. “You need to go harder, rub it in my skin, not on it, Shittymatsu.”
Karamatsu leaned his weight over Ichimatsu and rubbed the lotion into his skin a bit more firmly. As he leaned over, the hammock holding his package was now dangling freely as he swayed to cover the entirety of his back.
“Deeper, Karamatsu,” Ichimatsu requested.
Karamatsu raised an eyebrow at the comment. He was not sure how he could go beyond what he was currently doing. He decided he would be a bit cheeky and swung one of his legs over the boy and with Ichimatsu now under him, he used his entire weight to go as deep as he could into his back. Ichimatsu gave an audible moan from the contact. Karamatsu dug his thumbs into his back as deep as he could go into the soft tissue, then ran his hands further down. He was really getting his body into it, his package swinging with the motion. When he stretched forward, he could feel his pouch graze against Ichimatsu’s covered ass. As Karamatsu massaged further down, he came up to his lower back. Just covered by the swim trunks was that soft pert ass he was inside of just a few nights ago. He gave it a loving pat and continued the massage. Every now and again he would slide one of his hands under the swimsuit and make contact with his bare skin, giving his bottom a squeeze.
Finishing with the back he turned 180 degrees and sat on Ichimatsu’s butt as he started on the legs. He progressed quickly sliding his hands down his legs to his heels. He then raised one of his legs to meet his chest, now faced with Ichimatsu’s bare foot. With both hands he dug his thumbs into the sole and massaged it thoroughly. The skin of his foot was soft, and as he massaged it he watched as his toes curled from the sensation. Was he ticklish? He found the limb to be particularly alluring, his toes like five round grapes. He spread them and watched them twitch as Ichimatsu stifled a giggle. Releasing the foot he let the leg fall and he repeated the process with the other. The reaction Ichimatsu was having was beginning to turn on Karamatsu, he could feel his pouch expanding as he took in the foot, how soft the sole felt in his hands and the sound its owner made when he made the slightest of manipulations on its digits.
Now finished, Karamatsu laid on his back next to Ichimatsu, eye level with the boy. Ichimatsu’s face was buried in his arms, still shaking from the deep tissue massage.
“It’s your turn now, Ichimatsu, '' Karamatsu said, placing the bottle of sun lotion before him. “I’m ready whenever you are”.
Ichimatsu looked up, a blush in his cheeks. Turning over he sat up on his heels before Karamatsu's bare chest. Ichimatsu was already hard from his erotic massage, and the sight of him laying there in not much more than a tiny hammock to support his modesty was starting to emphasize the tent in his trunks.
Squirting the lotion into his hands, he got started on his stomach. Karamatsu stopped him, “I found it worked very well when I had my body directly above yours in the center. You should use a similar technique.” Ichimatsu shot him a glare, and reluctantly straddled Karamatsu. Realizing his position, he sat down on his bulge. Karamatsu wheezed as the sudden weight on his crotch blew the wind out of him. Ichimatsu rubbed the lotion into Karamatsu's chest, subtly rocking his hips against his cock as he did so, watching Karamatsu's face scrunch up from the sensation of the mesh fabric rubbing on his cock. As his dick expanded, the pouch was unable to support his length and the head escaped from the thong, now directly against the folds of Ichimatsu swim trunks. Blissfully unaware, the waist of Ichimatsu’s trunks had started to slip from the combination of the slick lotion and rocking motion. The trunks were now sitting at his hips, exposing a small portion of his butt crack.
Finishing Karamatsu's top half, Ichimatsu turned and leaned down to lather his legs. Now bending over, Karamatsu had a prime view of the shape of his ass, covered by the swimsuit. The tops of his cheeks peeked out from the suit, the sight sending jolts of electricity to Karamatsu's dick as Ichimatsu continued to roll his hips against his cock, now harder than steel with the head exposed. Karamatsu reached with his hands to Ichimatsus waistband and tugged, exposing a little bit more of the creamy globes. But not for long, Ichimatsu stood up, fixed his swim trunks, and commanded Karamatsu to turn over to do his back. He complied.
Ichimatsu stared at the bare ass cheeks before him. The sight spoke to him, and he had to snap himself out of the trance. He would see this a lot more. On his knees on either side of Karamatsu Ichimatsu stood. With one hand, Ichimatsu applied the sunblock and with the other he began to rummage through his beach bag. He had come prepared for this moment.
From his bag he pulled out a pair of scissors.
As he massages the lotion messily, he slid a finger underneath one of the sides of the thong and with one swift motion cut it. The piece now disconnected from Karamatsu’s hip was not noticed. Ichimatsu snipped the other side and slid the scissors back into his bag, finished up and sat back against the blanket. Now all he had to do was wait for everything to come undone.
Karamatsu laid motionless against the blanket. He had fallen asleep, which worked perfectly fine for Ichimatsu. Laying back down on the blanket he covered his eyes with his towel and decided to try and get some sun as well. After about thirty minutes, Karamatsu woke up. He pulled the towel off of Ichimatsu’s face, waking him up as well. Ichimatsu sat up, rubbing his eyes as Karamatsu laughed at his sudden reaction. He stared at Karamatsu, seeing that the thong was still disconnected and laying on top of his ass. Karamatsu still had not realized that his thong was no longer connected around his waist.
“Karamatsu, if i gave you money would you go get us ice cream?” Ichimatsu suddenly prompted.
There was a small ice cream shack just right off of the sand by the road, not very busy nor very far from where the two were. “I wouldn’t mind ice cream, what flavor do you want?” Karamatsu began to get up, bending his knees to lift his body up off the blanket, and as he did so he felt his dick was no longer supported by the pouch of his thong. He looked down, seeing half of his thong still on the blanket and his dick hanging freely in the air. Audibly gasping in shock, he immediately dropped his body back down to conceal his modesty, the backside of his thong slipping off as well in the motion. Speechless, the now naked Karamatsu sat up and tried to tie his thong back together.
Ichimatsu sat back and watched in amusement as Karamatsu attempted to rectify his ruined clothes. His efforts were futile, the strings when tied together only made the garment tighter. Karamatsu attempted to shuffle the thong back up his legs only to find it coming undone by the time it reached his crotch. Ichimatsu could feel his dick throbbing in his swim trunks from the display before him- the helpless Karamatsu naked on a public beach.
“Ichimatsu, can you go retrieve my clothes from the locker? I seem to be having a wardrobe malfunction here” Karamatsu requested, handing over the key.
Ichimatsu took the key. “I have something you can wear in here.” Ichimatsu replied, reaching into his tote bag.
Karamatsu felt relieved, thank goodness Ichimatsu had come to his aid! Of course he would have done the same if the shoe was on the other foot, although knowing Ichimatsu’s exhibitionist tendencies he would probably enjoy it far more. Karamatsu’s relief was short-lived as Ichimatsu pulled out a dark blue bottle and a paintbrush.
“Ichimatsu, what exactly is that? How are you going to fix my thong with that?” Karamatsu inquired.
“It’s body paint. I’m going to paint your thong back on. Lay down,” Ichimatsu ordered dryly.
Karamatsu’s blood ran cold. He should have seen this coming, of course Ichimatsu had no intention of giving him anything to cover himself with. He asked him to come wearing hardly anything at all, there’s no way he wasn’t going to try and go all the way. All of the signs foretelling this were there. Karamatsu would have been fine if Ichimatsu wanted to be naked on the beach, but he would have never agreed to this.
“How about you give me your swim trunks, Ichimatsu? Wouldn’t it be fun if you were out here naked on the beach?” Karamatsu bargained, now reaching desperate levels to turn the tables.
Ichimatsu paused, taking a moment to ponder his proposal inquisitively.
“Nah”.
Giving up, Karamatsu laid down on his back and resigned himself to getting a pseudo thong painted on him.
“Don't worry Karamatsu, this paint is pretty dark. No one will notice it’s not your swimsuit. It’s not like it was covering much more anyway” Ichimatsu said, trying to soothe Karamatsu’s nerves. Dipping his brush into the bottle, Ichimatsu got to work. Starting at his hip, he drew a line across his waist resembling where the string of the thong had previously occupied.
His crotch was next, Ichimatsu carefully painted over Karamatsu’s small bush of pubic hair before reaching the base of his penis. Ichimatsu lightly held the flaccid organ in his hand, lifting it as he painted around its base, covering the surrounding area in dark blue body paint. Karamatsu began feeling a pleasant tickling sensation on his balls, sitting up he glanced down and watched as Ichimatsu carefully painted his balls to cover them up. Karamatsu shuddered when Ichimatsu began to paint his dick. Quickly surveying the beach, Karamatsu didn't find anyone watching him. He had gone widely unnoticed from the few beachgoers. Making quick work, the floppy penis was soon a matching dark blue color. Karamatsu was astonished to find his dick perfectly blending in with the dark blue hue that his lower region had now become. His dick and balls camouflaged together, resembling a small pouch similar to that of his thong. There was hope yet!
Ichimatsu looked up and smiled at Ichimatsu, “What do you think, want me to do the back now?” Karamatsu locked with the heavy lidded eyes before him. He nodded, turning over on his stomach.
It didn’t take long for Ichimatsu to finish up. He traced the lines from the front around his bum and made a brief triangle where the back support was on the original thong. Ichimatsu found it more of a challenge to paint on his butt than his dick, having to paint between the cheeks and along the curve of his butt. But nothing he couldn’t handle. Now finished, Ichimatsu prompted Karamatsu to stand him so he could inspect his work. Karamatsu was eager to see how he looked as well, bounding to his feet.
Ichimatsu gave a 360 inspection, making minor touch ups here and there, but he was ultimately pleased with his creation. Karamatsu was also satisfied with his painted on garment, he could probably get an even better tan now with nothing to cast any tan lines!
“You did a great job, Ichimatsu, no one will know the difference!” Karamatsu praised.
“Thanks,” Ichimatsu said, the blush in his cheeks growing redder from his praise kink. “Are you going to get us ice cream now?”
Snapping back to his senses, terrified by the thought of having a human interaction in his current state. Sure his camouflage was good, but would it really fool anyone? Karamatsu sat back on the blanket with his knees covering his painted genitals. “I can’t do that, they’ll see me!” He hissed.
“But I just painted you a new swimsuit, you said no one will know the difference.” Ichimatsu retorted in a defeated tone. “I guess I didn’t do that good of a job after all,” he sulked.
The disappointment in his voice was too much for Karamatsu’s heart. He looked down at his crotch, his soft penis and balls did blend together pretty convincingly. He didn’t want Ichimatsu to feel bad, but he also kinda really didn’t want to get arrested for indecent exposure. He sighed, standing back up. Was he really about to do this? “Give me the money, I’ll get us some ice cream”
Ichimatsu’s eyes lit up in glee, reaching into his bag and handing Karamatsu a fist full of bills. Karamatsu slid on his sandals and turned to the ice cream shop. His legs felt like jelly, he was beyond nervous. He took his first step on the sand, feeling every motion with his exposed penis. After a few more steps, he gained confidence from the absence of police sirens or people shouting at him. Picking up the pace, he took a confident stride on the sand, practically forgetting his state of undress.
Ichimatsu picked up the remains of Karamatsu’s thong and packed them into his tote bag. As a souvenir.
The ice cream shop was no more than just a shack off of the sand next to the road where a few cars would drive by every so often. Puffing his chest, he walked up to the counter and ordered two vanilla cones. The counter came up to his stomach, further concealing his nudity. He paid and took a plastic wrapped treat in each hand. He leisurely retreated across the beach back to his room mate. He bent over to hand one of the cones to Ichimatsu, only to find him lying completely naked, his trunks folded up under his head used as a pillow.
“You… anyone can see you right now” Karamatsu mustered out, surprised by his friend’s boldness.
“I know, I got bored waiting for you and decided to do something more fun,” Ichimatsu replied, lazily tugging on his dick with one hand. He stopped briefly to take his ice cream and unwrap it, now enjoying a frozen treat with one hand and jerking off with his other.
Karamatsu sat down next to him on the blanket hugging his knees, fiddling with the plastic wrapper coating his ice cream unsure of what he should do in this situation. He looked out at the water, watching the waves rise and fall. Out of the corner of his eye he also watched Ichimatsu’s cock, his fist rising and falling. His dick was beginning to respond to the sight.
“You know, Shittymatsu, I could use some help over here” Ichimatsu commented between licks of his ice cream.
“Wh- you want to do it here?” Karamatsu stuttered.
“No, but I could go for a foot massage,” Ichimatsu replied, turning towards Karamatsu, kicking his feet up onto the tops of his knees, gently parting them, and resting his feet in his lap. Karamatsu stared blankly at Ichimatsu’s feet, dropping his unopened ice cream onto the blanket. Remembering Ichimatsu’s reaction to having his feet rubbed earlier, Karamatsu picked one of them up and started rolling his thumbs on the sole.
There was something that truly enamoured Karamatsu about Ichimatsu’s feet, they were so soft, they were so shapely, the toes were so round, the arch was so sexy. He wondered, was he uncovering a new fetish? Did he have a thing for feet? No, just Ichimatsu’s, there isn’t another pair as cute or sexy as the ones before him. As he lovingly tended to Ichimatsu’s foot, Karamatsu was also listening to Ichimatsu moan softly as he masturbated. Looking up past the limb in his hands- he could see Ichimatsu’s balls shift as his hand rubbed his dick, and he could watch Ichimatsu slowly lick his ice cream, traces of the vanilla cream visible on his tongue. The sight was too much, Karamatsu could feel his dick inflating to its full 6 inches- but not without feeling some resistance. Ichimatsu’s other foot was still in his lap on top of his dick, restricting it from standing at full attention.
Ichimatsu took note of this and with the toes of his free foot gripped Karamatsu’s erect cock and began slowly stroking it.
The two were now in a stimulating battle.
The two locked eyes, both in competition to make the other cum first. Karamatsu started digging deeper into Ichimatsu’s foot, now rubbing his thumbs along its entire length. Ichimatsu countered by moving his foot onto the tip of Karamatsu’s cock, his toes now running along the head in circles. Karamatsu gripped tighter, trying not to lose control. He opened his mouth and licked along the sole of where he was massaging. This stimulus was too much for Ichimatsu as his cock squirted out a thick shot of cum onto his belly, followed by several more droplets as he milked his cock.
As Ichimatsu came down from his orgasm, he released Karamatsu’s cock and pulled his foot back from Karamatsu’s hands. He grabbed his swim trunks and shuffled them back on, also grabbing his tote bag and standing up.
“Come on, Karamatsu, let's wash up and head home. Choromatsu should be here to pick us up in a few minutes” He announced.
Karamatsu sat on the blanket, his cock still completely engorged, with a dumb look on his face. “But, what about…” Karamatsu whimpered, gesturing to his erection.
Ichimatsu snickered, “We can take care of that later. For now, we need to rinse off and get ready for Choromatsu. Now come on”.
Karamatsu stood up, paranoid of his cock jutting straight out from his body, completely ruining the illusion of a thong pouch. Furthermore, with his foreskin retracted, the pink head of his cock was contrasting with the dark colored “thong” the rest of his cock had been painted. He tried covering himself with his hands, but that only made it more obvious that he was aroused. Folding up the blanket, Ichimatsu handed it to Karamatsu, who took it as a means to cover himself. Packed up, the two slipped their feet into their sandals and made haste across the sand back to the restroom. Karamatsu headed towards his locker, but Ichimatsu took hold of the blanket and redirected him to the showers.
The wide public showers were empty. Karamatsu turned the spigot and was greeted with a shower of cold water. Standing underneath the shower, he watched as his cock deflated. He also watched as his thong began fading away and circling the drain. He was to be reunited with his clothes shortly, so he didn’t mind.
Meanwhile, Ichimatsu had taken the bag of Karamatsu’s clothes and stuffed them into his tote bag alongside the beach blanket. He prepared a towel for Karamatsu to dry off with, and waited. Having only needed a brief rinse, Karamatsu emerged from the showers naked and dripping. Ichimatsu handed him the towel. Once Karamatsu had dried off, he stared at Ichimatsu expecting his clothes to come next. Instead Ichimatsu pulled out his paintbrush and flashed a shit eating grin.
“Ichimatsu I really don’t think this is necessary or funny. Can’t we please just wait for Choromatsu to pick us up and go home? Haven’t I been through enough?” Karamatsu whined and pleaded.
Ichimatsu sighed in aggravation. “Fine. If you really want your clothes back, you can have them back. I won’t force you. BUT, if you let me paint an outfit for you to ride home in, I’ll let you do whatever you want”.
Karamatsu was conflicted. He didn’t want to go through any more exposure, but he also really wanted to feel Ichimatsu squirming from having his cock inside of him again. The temptation was real. Thinking rationally, if it was just in the backseat of Choromatsu’s car, then there wouldn’t really be much room for any exposure at all. Karamatsu had decided.
“Deal. Dress me up, Ichimatsu”.