I figured I’d share something wild that happened to me a couple months back on a nudist beach along the Côte d’Azur. I love hitting those nud3 beaches, just chilling with a book of Baudelaire, sand sticking to my skin, my little flaccid dick chilling out. Didn’t think it’d turn into the hottest day of my life, but here we go.

So, I’m lying there, soaking up the sun, when these two talent scouts roll up —cameras in hand, looking all professional but with eyes that said way more. One’s tall, the other shorter, both checking me out hard. “You’ve got something special,” the tall one says, voice all husky, staring at my hips.

I play it cool, sit up, let the breeze hit my junk, and toss back, “Special enough to shoot?” They’re into it, and next thing I know, we’re setting up an impromptu photoshoot right there.

Started tame —me leaning on some driftwood, waves crashing, them snapping pics. But then they get bold. “Arch that a$$,” the short one mutters, and I do, feeling my thick cheeks flex, knowing they’re losing it. Tall guy’s adjusting himself, and I’m like, f*ck it, let’s crank this up.

Tension’s thick. Tall guy ditches the camera, joins in, and it’s on. Their hands are all over: tentative at first, then grabbing my boner, kneading my a$$. Sand shifts as we tangle, me versatile, topping the short one, thrusting deep, his tightness driving me wild, then bottoming for tall guy, his d!ck filling me as I moan with the tide. Smells like salt and sweat, my green eyes locked on theirs, no shame.

Sun’s setting, painting us gold, and I lose it —cüm shooting across the sand, them following, warm and messy on me. We crash down, waves at our feet, and tall guy goes, “You’re ours now.” I laugh —knew it was just the start.