Chapter 1: Tease

I always have loved the beach. Especially on those few beautiful days in late summer when the air is warm and soft, and the crowds have long departed. Those days when I go to my favorite beach to be greeted by only a smattering of cars and plenty of open space. Those are the days when I don't mind walking a bit to find just the right spot. A spot that makes me feel like this beach is all mine, as if I were all alone on a desert island. Well almost. You see, these are the perfect conditions for me to put on a show for a very small audience. This was just what I did on my day off last week.

Waking up that morning I knew exactly what the day had in store. It was a perfect early September day in New England, warm, sunny and a light breeze blowing. I sipped my coffee on the patio, my mind already wandering on the beach. My knapsack packed and ready to go, I didn't want to waste any of this perfect day.

I pulled into the parking lot of Cranes beach at 10:00 AM. The sun was already high in the sky pulling the temperatures into the mid seventies. As I showed the parking lot attendant my season's pass, my thoughts were already on where I would setup shop for the day. Cranes is a big beach, several miles long. There are no houses as it is conservation land. I anticipated walking a couple of miles down the beach to find my spot. Just where the sand bars start to appear twenty yards or so offshore during low tide. Here the water is shallow and warm. Well warm for New England at least. The sand is soft and fine like confectionary sugar. I love how it soothes my feet and massages my toes as I walk along the deep blue surf.

I park near the beach walkway, taking note of the other cars there. Many are newer, more expensive cars. This usually means that there are lots of gay guys on the beach. They seem to use this as a congregating spot. Probably for many of the same reasons I like it as well. It's natural beauty. It's spaciousness. It's seclusion. This is also good for me, as gay men tend to take care of themselves a bit more. They look good on the beach. On Cranes they also tend to wear very skimpy bathing suits and sometimes, if your lucky, nothing at all!

Grabbing my knapsack and cooler, I ascended the small dune via the walkway. At the top I saw just exactly what I expected. A small group of people was congregated straight ahead about 20 yards from the end of the walkway. To my left, I could see a group of young men playing volleyball. They looked like they were probably college kids.

To my right I could see the beach stretch out in it's limitless fashion. There were a couple of towels here and there and a few walkers barely visible on the horizon. This was my objective. I started my walk with anticipation.

Reaching my spot, I observed things setting up perfectly. I had a good view in both directions. This was important for a couple of reasons. First, I could see if any rangers were coming. Second, I could also see any potential audience members before they were in range. I could see a lonely towel and bag about 15 yards farther down the beach. I was hoping it would belong to a cute guy.

Opening my knapsack, I removed the extra large towel inside, along with a small radio and my binoculars. I spread out the towel and sat down. Still dressed in my shorts and tee shirt, and pulling my now nearly empty bag up to me between my legs, I unzipped the large front pocket. Inside was a ball of bright orange fabric about the size of my two fists. Shaking it revealed a small orange bikini that would soon be the only prop for my show this day. Opening the second pocket I removed a small bottle of sunblock. SPF30 of course, as I am very light skinned. With very fine shoulder length blonde hair that I like to pull back in a barrette, and blue eyes flecked with brown, you might correctly guess that my skin was easily burned. As long as I was careful, I could achieve a very light tan, but mostly I was fair, and I stayed fair.

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