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So far it looked to be a marvelous holiday.
My good friend Magnus had invited me to join him for a visit to his home country of Denmark. I had never been to Europe, but Denmark and the Netherlands always fascinated me ever since I learned of their very liberated views back in the 70's about sex with underage children. As a confirmed boy lover, I was entranced with the idea of a society that, for a time, was very accepting or at least tolerant of men having sex with young boys.
I am also an out and proud nudist even if I'm not out and proud about wanting to fuck children. My friend Magnus was also into boys as sex partners, but he promised he could at least let me experience a nude beach for the first time. I've always been, reluctantly, only an at home only nudist so I was really looking forward to experiencing real nudism in public.
Nonetheless after my transatlantic flight to Copenhagen, I was quite tired from jet lag and looking forward to a most relaxing time in a new city with my dear friend. After a couple of days exploring the many historic sights, museums, shops, and eateries around Denmark’s capital my friend made good on his promise by taking me to a nude beach that was split between a regular beach on one end and clothing optional on the other.
Since it was only late Spring, the weather was still a little cool and a weekday our trip to Bellevue beach promised to be not so crowded and not so hot as it would get later in the summer during the tourist season. Little did we both know that this day would turn into a hotter visit than I or my friend could ever forget.
Taking the train to Kloppenburg in the north from Copenhagen we arrived at Bellevue Beach and made our way to the changing rooms which were set up quite nicely. There was a wing for men and a separate one for women. Once inside we found lockers for our clothes, and each slipped into a Speedo to wear on the beach until we reached the clothing optional section on the far northern end.
The changing rooms were nice but standard with individual lockers, benches, and an open shower room in the back next to a trough urinal and individual stalls for toilets. We passed a row of smaller, personal changing rooms each with a bench inside and a lockable door. A few even had a small shower! Presumedly these were for fathers with young children or men who wanted more privacy to change.
With the few items we'd need like sunscreen, bottled water, and a couple of towels thrown in a backpack plus a single large beach blanket to share we were ready. Armed with flip-flops and sunglasses we headed out across the sand to the section where we could drop our gear then drop our speedos. I was both excited and a little nervous but committed to going nude and I wondered who else we might find naked on the beach.
At 61 I wasn't bad looking with no clothes on. I was a little out of shape with a moderately hairy ‘dad bod,’ or grandad bod if you will, but I still got my share of compliments from admiring onlookers if they saw me naked. I still had a young-looking face even with a neatly-trimmed grey beard and bald head. Only my thick mustache full of salt and pepper hair gave away how old I actually was.
My friend Magnus was slightly older than me at 65 and, also like me, looked more like someone's grandpa. We were both big men at 6 feet, and over two hundred pounds each but our best feature was that we each sported above average sized cocks. Mine, being an American, was cut but nicely thick and came to about 7-1/2 inches when hard whereas my friends was beautifully uncut and slightly bigger at over 8 inches hard. Both of us sporting a hefty set of balls full of cum that even at my age I still drained regularly.
Magnus, or Mags, like me, had average body hair and sported a nice bush crowning his thick root whereas I trimmed my pubic bush regularly to make it look more uniform with the rest of my body hair. This also made my cock look bigger but that wasn't why I trimmed my bush; I just liked the way it looked on me nude.
Along the way on the beach there were a few other people out and about, but it was still quite early in the morning, and the beach was windy and cool. We passed a group of handsome teenage boys kicking around a soccer ball. They each looked about 13 or 14 and my friend and I shared a glance commenting on how sexy they were. All of them shirtless and most wearing the classic European Speedo. Some were wearing those disgusting knee-length board shorts. An American invention. Either way I thought it was a shame they were on the clothing side of the beach and not the nudist side.
Finally, we reached the section that was designated clothing optional. I was surprised it wasn’t hidden away by any natural landmarks like sand dunes. Just a sign in both Dutch and English marking the boundary which stated no clothing could be worn beyond this point. Anyone near the dividing line could clearly see who went naked but I was disappointed to find there were no other nudists there to be seen. Nonetheless we picked a spot close to the boundary and spread out our beach blanket on the chilly sand.
The moment of truth arrived as Magnus, and I dropped our modesty along with our suits and kicked them off leaving them where they lay in the sand. It felt glorious and exciting to finally be fully, completely nude outdoors and I loved it. The warming sun and the ocean breeze felt electric on my bare skin.
Before the sun got too hot we passed back and forth the sunscreen to slather our bodies so as not to get burned. Standing up we made a show of putting it on, taking extra care to apply the cold, slippery gel to every inch of our naked bodies and especially our cocks. Sadly, it was all for an audience of no one yet.
Finally, both of us ready we dropped down on our blanket to lay out and enjoy the scenery. At first my cock had shrunk from the confines of my speedo, the cool morning air, and cold sunscreen. As the sun grew warmer it lengthened more to lay across my thigh like a thick, lazy snake sunning its belly.
My friend Magnus was much the same. Even though we each sought much younger partners we admired each other’s cocks and that helped them along to a more semi-hard state there on the beach where anyone passing by could see. I was surprised to see how much I had hoped someone would!
As the morning passed, we took a dip in the brilliant blue ocean - fun but still very cold! After swimming it was the best feeling ever to just lay on the beach, sunning our naked bodies dry. No need for suits that just stay wet and get cold. Once you go nude it's easy to see how much better everything is without clothes!
Eventually one other person showed up on the clothing optional side. A man walked by, already nude, wearing a sunhat and just a towel over his shoulder. Passing our blanket, he tipped his hat to us as a hello. We nodded and my friend greeted him in Danish. Looking us over he slowed to give his long, thin cock a couple of tugs.
As we lay there facing the water Magnus spread his legs wider and gave his own cock a casual tug in return. Not to feel left out I did the same. It was an informal hello amongst three men who obviously liked men’s cocks. The man smiled appreciatively and then went on his way further down the beach on his own.
I remarked at the casualness of our exchange and Magnus just shrugged. Europe was certainly a different world than the prudish America I was used to. Everyone here was just so chill about nudity. I was hoping the same attitude still applied to sex although as an older man now that wasn't the driving force in my life as much.
At my age I was content to just people watch others, hopefully nude, but had to settle for watching only people who stayed on the clothed side of the beach, and they were mostly too far away. I was thrilled to be naked myself but so far the day was a bust for seeing other nudists.
After an hour, things picked up when we noticed the boys we passed earlier with a soccer ball making their way to us. Still kicking the ball around they drifted near the boundary line close enough to see and hear them clearly. This grabbed both our attention, and I hoped they might even cross over to our section of beach, maybe even go nude!
They were close enough to see us clearly as well and knew we were two grown naked men who were watching them. I started to cover up out of habit, but Magnus motioned for me not to. Feeling naughty my friend raised up on one arm, legs spread to expose himself if the boys wanted to look. Feeling emboldened I did the same as we intently watched them play.
I noticed there was also now a much younger boy with them wearing only the brightest and tiniest green speedo I think I had ever seen on a boy. He circled the group calling "Yoo-hoo! Yoo-hoo!" to get the boys to kick him the ball. Finally, one of them did, and the boy swung his leg to kick it back but missed. The ball headed straight our way and skittered across the sand over the boundary line before finally stopping against my bare leg. I was both slightly alarmed and excited to see the little boy running up to us to retrieve it.
Coming to a stop at the foot of our blanket, the gorgeous looking young tyke smiled and waved at us "Hello!"
"Hullo!" "Uh, hi" my companion and I replied, both being too stunned to speak, or at least I was.
For what seemed like the longest pause he just smiled grinning from ear to ear as he looked down at us. Seeing him up close I suspected the boy was eight, maybe nine-years-old and he was gorgeous from head to toe.
He had the cutest face with rosy cheeks like a cherub and a nice all over tan already. The boy was completely disarming with a smile so friendly and open like he was always happy to see you. I noticed he was missing a tooth, probably one of his baby teeth. What really grabbed you were his large, stunning green eyes. They matched his bright, shiny green speedo which actually looked to be one size too small for him.
Being so small it hung obscenely low on his hips so that they left nothing to the imagination. He had a smoking hot body for a young boy, tan and lean with a taunt belly and a flat innie belly button in the center. Too young for any real muscle development but not too skinny, just no baby fat.
Letting the gaze of my eyes travel down his body I saw what looked like a nice sized pickle and couple of grapes for the boys' cocklet and balls, pressed against the inside of his suit. Getting a good closeup look the scrap of cloth looked more like a thong than Speedo! It fit so tight and showed each detail of his body so clearly that the boy may as well be nude.
Gazing back up into those equally bright, shining green eyes I felt hypnotized by how beautiful he was. Shaking myself from his spell I remembered why he was standing there as I sat up to hand him the errant soccer ball.
Looking down into my lap I also saw, to my horror, that my cock had sat up as well and was rapidly rising to its full girth! I suddenly remembered I was completely naked, and getting hard, in front of this young child!
Being an American I started to panic. In my country being nude, even on a nude beach, in the presence of a child was highly suspicious, but getting aroused would set off alarms!
The boy, however, seemed totally unfazed and thought nothing of it. Behind him the other boys were calling out for him to get the ball back. I really started to panic then, realizing they could also see me naked, and hard!
Quickly I gave the boy the ball to which he cheerfully said with a slight lisp, "Tank you!"
I thought he'd run back to his friends freaked out by us, a couple of nude perverts. He simply turned and with a deft kick sent the ball sailing back over to the older boys waiting. Instead of running away the boy stayed put, turning back to us with that same open smile on his face.
Once the boys got the ball back, I noticed a few looked our way and seemed to laugh but then they all fell right back into their game. Kicking the ball around they started drifting in the opposite direction further back onto the clothed side of the beach and away from the boundary line.
The boy, however, stayed right where he was and didn't seem to care he was being left behind, alone, with two naked men, both old enough to be his grandfather.
"You like.... naked?" he grinned and said with an accent that did not sound Danish, but maybe Slavic or even Russian. He was also moving his arm and fist up and down in the universal sign for masturbation. The motion was unmistakable.
Was this kid... was he asking us if we liked being naked...or if we jacked off??
I looked to Mags for help and saw that he was openly staring at the boy dumbfounded with his cock even harder than mine was! The beach around us was still deserted but I had a vision of spending the rest of my vacation, and my life, in a Danish jail.
Snapping out of his own spell Magnus, I guess, decided now was the time to be cheeky, looking the boy over with what could best be described as a friendly leer.
"You know, if you want to stay on this side of the beach you have to go nude, right? You must be naked, like us..." he said gesturing to the both of us.
"Really? Nooooo..." The adorable little tyke said, blushing and laughing.
The boy, I suspect, didn’t speak or understand much English but I was sure he got the point, never losing his happy smile though. Suddenly I got the impression it wouldn't take this little boy much convincing at all to whip off that green Speedo and just toss it into the sea.
I wasn't sure what was going on, but I began to feel something was up and that that something wasn't a future prison sentence for me.
"What's your name?" Magnus asked, for no other reason than to keep this cute, practically naked, and precocious youngster here and talking to us.
"Antin,” he grinned.
“My name Antin" he repeated in the sweetest, melodic little boy voice. Not shy, not boastful, but confident. Beautiful.
I had stayed seated with my arms crossed resting on my knees to try and hide my erection from the boy while willing it to go down. My co-conspirator, however, simply laid back, on full display, baring all for the boy to see especially his thick cock which looked 1000% hard.
It was so hard that it throbbed, bobbing up and down against Mags hairy and well-rounded belly. The spectacle was a magnet for our eyes as the boy and I openly stared; Antin gave a tiny gasp of shock and maybe... a sound of appreciation? He didn't think we'd notice but I did.
Not wanting to let this gorgeous creature get away either, I gave up trying to hide my erection and leaned forward to shake the boy’s hand.
"Nice to meet you, Antin! My name is Declan."
Antin grinned and happily took my hand to shake. Standing even closer now, the browning skin of his tanned body was intoxicating and his hand looked so small in mine. It felt so soft and warm.
"Yes, very nice to meet you, Antin." Magnus said "I am Magnus, but you can call me Mags" as he sat up to also shake the boys hand in greeting.
Antin let go my hand and I was instantly saddened. Walking around to the other side of our blanket they shook hands as well. Not letting the opportunity pass my friend reached out with his other hand to rub Antin's thin little boy arm.
"My, my what a handsome young man you are, Antin" he cooed.
The boy smiled and let out a soft giggle; he clearly loved the attention. As they shook hands my friend openly groped the boy on the arm. I saw his gaze wander back to Mags thick, engorged cock, then to mine and finally to my friend again. After making his comparison of us and our grandpa boners the boy was blushing harder, the color lighting up his already rosy cheeks.
Letting go of his arm Antin fidgeted pushing at the crotch of his Speedo with the back of his hand. The shape of his pickle I had noticed before seemed bigger! Was this little boy getting turned on by us?
My mind was exploding with the thought of what was happening. The three of us were all alone there on our part of the beach. Our conversation was private, still, I nervously looked around to see if anyone was watching us. If someone saw what was going on between two grown naked men and this young child.
"How old are you, Antin?" I asked.
The boy looked puzzled as if he were unsure how to answer. Maybe he didn't know the right word since it was clear English was not his first language. Finally, the boy held up five fingers on one hand and four on the other.
"Me...." he said as he showed us.
Nine, the boy was nine-years-old. I had guessed right although he could easily pass for younger, he was just small for his age. That made him seem even more sexy and attractive to me for some reason.
"Where are you from, Antin?" Magnus asked.
For the first time I saw the light in his eyes dim a little and his smile slightly fade.
"I am Ukraine" He simply said.
My heart instantly broke and went out to the boy. He was likely in Denmark because he had been displaced by the war with Russia. Back home in America the war in Ukraine was a huge political issue, especially regarding American support for Ukraine. It made me angry that people did not see that support for Ukraine was a humanitarian issue, not a political one. This beautiful and otherwise happy child embodied what was at stake and happening there.
"I'm so sorry, Antin" I said. The sexual attraction I felt for the boy waned a bit as I wanted to reach out and hug him. I wanted to make him feel loved and safe.
"No, no. I like here." He said, his smile brightened. "I like you."
That last part seemed like it was just blurted out, and it floored me, but little Antin sounded genuine.
"Well, we like you, and love having you here with us, too, angel" Mags said, smiling warmly at the boy.
Even though we both would be excited to fuck this little boy silly, who I sensed was willing to let us, I knew Magnus had a good heart. He felt for the boy, the same as me. I couldn’t image what Antin might have had to endure journeying from the terror and carnage back home to end up here. I marveled at how much courage he must have had and could still keep his happy demeanor. Ah, the resilience of the youth.
I, myself, was torn between wanting to strip off that speedo and pull the boy down onto our blanket, naked, for sex as I was to just cuddle the sweet child. Our nude bodies and cocks touching and rubbing together, I wanted the healing nature of touch to bring the boy some comfort. The thought was making my hard on, temporarily forgotten, come roaring back to life.
The other boys he had come with were long gone back to the main part of the beach, still Antin did not move to leave. It was clear he was not afraid of strangers or bothered because we were two naked men with huge erections. I'm sure he was bright enough to realize he was what caused our erections.
"Would you like to stay with us for a while, sweetheart?" Mags asked.
Without waiting for an answer, he scooted over to lay on his side closer to the edge of our blanket. Smiling up at the boy Mags patted the open space in between us as an invitation.
Antin nodded and fidgeted again, openly pushing at the small lump in his suit, an act that definitely did not go unnoticed by either of us. Happily, he jumped down onto the blanket to sit, legs crossed, Indian style. I laid down on my side as well mirroring my friend, both of us facing Antin in the middle, our cocks lazily pointing at him.
The sun, really warming up now, felt so good on my naked skin as I took in the sight of this almost-as-naked sexy boy-god sitting with us. Antin's nut-brown hair, slightly long, flipped this way and that in the beach wind. We listened quietly as he sat and recounted, haltingly, in broken English, how he, his mother and brother were sent to Denmark to be safe. His father stayed behind to fight for their country.
Telling us his story, you could hear both sadness and pride in the boy’s voice. He really did like it here in Denmark and they lived together in a tiny apartment not far away, close enough that he and his brother could come to the beach every day since they weren't properly enrolled in school. That was how the boy had such a nice tan already when it wasn't even Summer.
Mags, ever the provocateur, listening to Antin's story began to lazily tug on his cock, keeping it hard and seeing if the boy noticed which he did. Every time he did it, Antin would fidget in response pushing and rubbing against the front of his tight Speedo. His attention was clearly riveted on our cocks. The conversation lapsed into the sound of heavy breathing that was carried away on the beach wind.
The interaction between them looked as casual and innocent as it did lewd and perverted. It was also erotic as hell. Despite my paranoia looking around every few minutes to see we were still alone I couldn't help joining in with the tugging game. Things heated up quickly as Mags and I began openly masturbating in front of the nine-year-old child. Antin chose not to join in, yet, but the fidgeting with the front of his speedo grew.
It was so wild and daring on a public beach like this that I thought I must be completely mad. The risk of jacking off here was insane let alone doing it openly with a young boy. It was nuts but because we were lying on our sides facing inward unless you happened to just walk up on us, from afar we looked like any normal trio out simply enjoying a nude beach in the nude.
"Do you like this, sweetheart? Do you like our cocks?" Mags spoke softly so as not to break the sexual tension.
I didn't know if Antin understood every word, but he definitely understood what my friend meant. The boy simply nodded and smiled.
With all the grace of a gymnast, or a nine-year-old boy, Antin jumped up and switched from sitting cross legged to resting on both knees, leaning forward with his cute face in his hands resting on both elbows, inches away and eye level to both our cocks. The boy calmly made a close-up inspection of them like he would checking out a cool insect on a flower petal. Fascinated.
Mags and I inched closer to bridge the gap between the tip of our hard-ons and the boy’s face. Antin, being a rascal, leaned in closer and blew cool air on them. It was so brazen and felt electric on the exposed glands of my sensitive cockhead! I shuddered and had to shut down or I'd shoot my load in Antin’s cute little boy face right then and there. We both groaned as the scamp just giggled and laughed. I was on an easy trigger, but I needed to see more. Mags must have been reading my mind.
"Show us your cock, baby boy. Take that off and get nude, like us!" I was shocked at the words coming out of my friend's mouth but, like him, I was lost in a rising tide of lust that quickly carried me out to sea.
"Yes, take it off, please. Lose the Speedo. Let me see how sexy you look. Please, baby!" I pleaded softly, low enough for only us to hear.
Again, Antin probably didn’t understand exactly the words we were saying to him, but he was a smart boy and he got the message. His fidgeting changed to openly playing with himself, like us, but on the outside of his speedo and I could see from the look of frustration on his face that wasn’t enough.
Meanwhile I was starting to get desperate, trying to hold off until I could see this child in all his naked glory. I wanted to paint his little boy body from head to foot, cocklet, balls and all, with my cum. Mags was getting close too, his breathing ragged, eyes fixed on Antin's smooth and bronzed little boy body. Even through the tinted lenses of our sunglasses I could see the same naked desire in his eyes, like mine, to see this boy naked!
Antin just looked at us and smiled. He knew the effect he was having on me, on men like me, men like Mags. He knew.
Finally, the boy sat back on his haunches grabbing each side of his speedo to tug them down but he struggled. Antin lifted his sexy butt for clearance, but they weren't coming off easily. They were so impossibly tight I could clearly see the outline of the problem. He was fully erect, like us, and the suit was caught on his stiffy! One that looked quite respectable for a smaller than average nine-year-old! Mags and I were in sweet agony, speeding up the stroking of our cocks and then slowing down. Speeding up then slowing down again.
I heard my friend groan from what was surely painful with two heavy balls full of cum. Neither one of us could tear our eyes away from the boy trying to do a strip show for us. I let go my cock so I wouldn't cum too soon, not before finally seeing the prize! It just bobbed up and down, throbbing in the breezy beach air, so hard it hurt! I don’t think it’s ever been harder in my life than it was right now, here on this beach naked with this deliciously sexy nine-year-old child trying to get naked with us.
Little by little the Speedo inched downward to reveal Antin's bald, baby smooth pubic mound and bleach white skin his suit kept shielded from the sun. Ever so slowly we got a peek at more of the boy's natural v-taper. It dove into his Speedo as if pointing the way to his boy-thing, his cocklet, his Crown Jewel stuck in the waistband. I was dying to see those two v-lines converge.
The excitement was so intense it caused a ringing in my ears. The whole world simply vanished and fell away as my focus lasered in on this sexy little boy about to be fully naked with two horny old men, two pedos, two perverts. Antin was obviously frustrated he couldn’t get naked fast enough. My breath caught in my throat from the excitement, the rush, the anticipation of finally seeing every inch of this boy's body naked and revealed, ready to play with us.
However, life, it seems, is cruel.
Just as the moment of truth was upon us, we all heard a voice call out:
"Antin! ..... AAANTIN!"
Shit! Someone's coming!
The voice had called out looking for Antin, and they were about to find both him... and us!
We all froze. Thanking God, the lower half of Antin's small body was still shielded from sight by my own. Quickly he tugged his Speedo back up and waved to someone I could not see behind me. Turning back to look at Mags and I, our hard-ons now wilting in our hands and both of us about to have heart attacks, he simply said.
"My brother! He come; I go."
With that the boy stood up, Speedo now back into place, and leapt over me like a Gazelle, as only young boys can do.
Turning back to us laying naked on the beach and looking up at him, the same as when we first met, he simply said "We eat.... I go"
The look of disappointment on his little face matched our own as he waved goodbye before scampering off across the beach. We watched in dismay as he met up with an older boy, one of those playing soccer earlier, who I could see bore a strong resemblance to Antin.
Looking back a final time he waved again and called out "Byeee!"
Summoning the strength from God-only-knows-where Mags and I weakly smiled and waved at them. The older boy smiled and waved back before the pair began walking off, his arm draped across little Antin's naked shoulder.
And just like that, he was gone.
- end of part one -