"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered, glancing at the figure in my favourite cove by the water.
The cove was quiet, save for the gentle lap of the waves against the shore. The rocky outcrop was a secret spot I'd discovered when I was a kid, a place where I could be alone with my fears. It was a stark contrast to the noisy world I faced every day, where even a light breeze against my skin felt like an invasion. As I approached, I noticed a figure sitting at the edge of the cove, on a rock, a fishing rod in hand, focused on the water that he didn't hear my footsteps.
I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Hey, is this your spot?" I asked, feeling slightly envious that he was wearing only shorts.
The guy looked up, surprised. His eyes scanned me for a brief moment, lingering on my chest before he hastily averted his gaze. I felt a hot blush creep up my neck. "It's okay," I said quickly. "I won't stay long."
"No, no," he replied, his voice gentle and calm. "You're fine. I've got plenty of space. Name's Alex." He gestured to the rocks beside him. "Take a seat if you like......um…."
I hesitated, my heart racing. But something about his calm demeanour made me feel less vulnerable. "Sorry, Alex, I’m Steven."
The thought of sharing my sanctuary was terrifying, but I took a deep breath and sat down. The warmth of the sun-kissed rock was surprisingly comforting, and the salty scent of the sea filled the air. Alex's eyes returned to the horizon, watching the waves roll in. "It's bloody hot today, isn't it?" Alex said.
"Yeah," I managed to croak out. "I'm not used to... people."
Alex nodded without looking at me. "I get it. Sometimes we all need our own space."
We sat in silence for a few moments, the only sound the occasional splash of a jumping fish. His quiet confidence was oddly soothing, like a gentle reminder that not all interactions had to be a minefield of awkwardness and potential disaster. My eyes drifted to the fishing rod, the line disappearing into the shimmering blue of the ocean.
"You're not catching much today?" I ventured, desperately seeking a way to keep the conversation going.
Alex chuckled. "Not really, but that's not the point of it, is it?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, genuinely curious.
Alex shrugged. "Well, you're all covered up, and it's like an oven out here, and half the fun of fishing is sitting here and getting a tan as your body takes in all the vitamin D it can."
I couldn't help but laugh nervously, feeling the weight of my clothes sticking to my sweaty body. "I've got this... condition," I said, trying to explain without going into details.
Alex glanced at me, his gaze curious but non-judgmental. "Ah, I see. Want to tell me about it?"
There was something about Alex that gave me confidence as I took a deep breath, feeling the coolness of the sea breeze against my skin. "Not sure you would understand, but the condition I have is psychological, and I'm trying to work on it without very much luck. Hence why I come here to sort of hide and enjoy my privacy."
Alex nodded thoughtfully. "Everyone's got their battles to fight," he said. "I'm not here to judge, I just come here to escape my crazy life as a sex therapist and all the weird things I get to hear from clients who are self-absorbed."
"Sex therapist. Really?" I responded. "What's a sex therapist when at home?"
Alex chuckled, his eyes never leaving the horizon. "Well, I help people with their intimate issues. It's surprising how many folks out there struggle with something so natural."
"Oh," I responded, wondering if I should share my issue.
Alex glanced at me with a knowing smile. "Don't worry, I won't probe unless you want to talk," he said.
"Thanks," I murmured, feeling a twinge of relief. "It's just, I've never talked about it with anyone before, although my parents despair with my reluctance."
Alex nodded, his eyes still on the water. "It's okay to keep things to yourself," he said. "But sometimes, sharing can help you face them. Do you want to share whilst we sit here trying to catch a bloody fish or two?"
I took a deep breath, feeling the tension in my shoulders ease slightly. "It's called Gymnophobia," I whispered, the words sticking in my throat like sand. "Fear of nudity. It's not just being seen by others; it's even the thought of being exposed that makes me panic."
Alex nodded, his eyes still on the horizon. "It's a tough one," he said softly. "But fears are just thoughts that have gotten too loud. If you fancy, tell me more about it."
I swallowed hard, my heart racing as I began to open up. "It's like my body is a prison, and every piece of clothing is a barricade. I hate the way people look at me when they know. They either pity me or think I'm a freak."
Alex cast me a sideways glance, his expression understanding. "Fear of judgment can be a real bugger," he said. "But here, in this cove, it's just us and the fish."
I looked down at my clothes, the fabric clinging to my sticky skin. The urge to strip it all off and feel the breeze was overwhelming, but the fear was stronger. "I wish I could be like you," I said. "So free to enjoy your body."
Alex turned to me, his gaze kind. "You know, sometimes the things we're most afraid of aren't as scary when we face them." He paused, then added, "But only when you're ready."
The silence between us grew comfortable, and the gentle lapping of the waves against the rocks became a soothing rhythm. Alex's nonjudgmental presence began to crack the shell of my anxiety. I watched his tanned arms flexing gently as he reeled in his line. His comfort in his skin was something I envied.
"What's it like for you being…?" I asked suddenly. "Being naked, I mean."
Alex grinned. "It's like... nothing. Just another way of being. It's like asking what it's like to breathe. You just do it."
The simplicity of his answer was surprisingly liberating. "Could I...?" I trailed off, unsure if I was ready to voice the question.
"Could you what?" Alex asked, turning to look at me.
"Could I... try it?" I whispered. "Here, with you."
Alex nodded slowly. "If you're sure," he said. "But only if it's what you want to do."
With trembling hands, I began to unbutton my shirt, feeling the cool air kiss my skin as the fabric fell away to reveal my scarred chest and stomach.
"Wow, that's quite a hypertrophic scar you have there, Steven."
My hand froze midway down the button line. "How do you know what it's called?"
Alex's eyes met mine, his gaze calm and understanding. "I've seen a lot of people, Steve. Sometimes, our bodies tell stories without us saying a word, and I can now understand your gymnophobia. How far down does the scarring go?"
I took a deep breath and continued, my hands shaking as I pulled my shirt over my head. The scar stretched from my neck to just above my left knee, a jagged reminder of the car fire I had been in when much younger. Surgery that had saved my life but stolen my comfort. "Down to my left thigh," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
Alex's gaze was professional, his eyes assessing but not ogling. "It's a part of you, Steve," he said gently. "A testament to your strength."
“It's ugly and everyone hates it and.....it even feels horrible and weird."
"Has anyone ever explored it with their fingers during a romantic interlude?" Alex enquired.
I blushed deeply, my heart racing. "Once," I admitted. "But he didn't know how to handle it. It was... awkward."
"Your boyfriend?" Alex asked.
I nodded; my eyes glued to my scar. "Ex, if that's what you would call him," I said, my voice tight with embarrassment. "It didn't work out."
Alex nodded solemnly. "These things can be tricky," he said. "But you shouldn't let fear control your life, especially in the bedroom, and if I'm honest, you look very nice and fit."
"Thanks," I murmured, feeling a mix of embarrassment and something else, something unfamiliar and warm, spreading through my chest. "I'm always going to look like this, though."
Alex nodded, his gaze still on the horizon. "But you're more than what you look like," he said. "You're a person with feelings, desires, and experiences. That's what truly makes you attractive."
"Attractive? Are you sure?" I replied. "How can I possibly be attractive looking like this?"
Alex leaned back on his hands, his gaze never leaving the horizon. "Absolutely," he said firmly. "Everyone's got their beauty. You've got this whole 'mysterious' vibe going on."
A glimmer of hope sparked within me. "Really?"
Alex nodded, his eyes never leaving the horizon. "Yeah. Now, if you want to go further, I'd suggest taking your shorts off so I can see you more, or you can take it slow for another day, and we can talk more about it."
The idea of baring my full body to another person, especially one I had just met, was terrifying. But something about the way Alex spoke made it seem less daunting. With a deep breath, I unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my shorts, sliding them down my legs. The cool air caressed my scarred skin, and for the first time in years, I felt a sense of... acceptance as Alex viewed my body, protected partially from the tighty whities I was wearing.
"Hold that thought," Alex said suddenly, his eyes focusing on the tip of his fishing rod. It bent sharply, and the line grew taut. "Looks like I've got a bite."
The sudden interruption brought a momentary relief to my racing thoughts. I watched as Alex's muscles tensed, his grip on the rod firming as he began to reel in his catch. The water churned as something below the surface fought against him. His concentration was intense, his eyes never leaving the line. The anticipation of what he might pull from the sea was almost enough to distract me from my semi-nakedness.
"Steve, hand me the fishing net, will you?"
Alex's sudden request snapped me out of my daze. I fumbled for the net lying next to him, passing it over with trembling hands. He took it with a nod of thanks, his eyes still glued to the water. The tension in the line grew stronger, and the excitement on Alex's face was palpable. The moment felt surreal, a stark contrast to the vulnerability I had just exposed as he reeled in his catch.
He leaned over the edge of the rock, the muscles in his arms flexing with the effort. The fish, a beautiful silver creature, leapt from the water, its glistening scales catching the sun's rays. But just as Alex brought the net closer, the fish gave a powerful twist, slipping off the hook and splashing back into the sea.
"Bugger," Alex said with a good-natured chuckle escaping his lips. "Guess he wasn't ready to be caught today," he said, reeling in the empty line only to attach another piece of bait.
He turned to me, a question in his eyes. "Steve, would you like to cast the line this time?"
My heart hammered in my chest, but the gentle encouragement in Alex's voice gave me the courage to nod. He handed me the fishing rod, the smooth wood feeling foreign in my grip. "Just like that," he said, guiding me through the motions. "Back, and then forward."
Alex's strong hands settled on my hips, his touch surprisingly firm but gentle. His body was warm against my back, the scent of sunscreen and saltwater filling my senses as he guided me through the casting motion. My scarred skin tingled under the light pressure of his touch, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and fear. I swallowed hard, trying to focus on the task at hand.
"Back," Alex murmured, his voice a low rumble in my ear. I pulled the rod back, feeling the line stretch taut in my hand. "And now, forward."
With a grunt of effort, I swung the rod, the line whipping through the air. The weight of the bait propelled it out over the water, the lure plopping into the sea with a satisfying splash. Alex's grip on my hips remained firm, his hands guiding me with surprising gentleness as I reeled the line back in. His warm breath fanned the nape of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
We sat down, I sat in front of Alex between his legs as he sat behind me, the line slack in the water as we watched the float settle a fair distance from the shore, and I felt a strange mix of vulnerability and comfort. Alex's eyes remained focused on the horizon, giving me the illusion of privacy even as his hands rested on my bare skin. "It's okay to be scared," he murmured, his voice barely carrying over the whisper of the waves. "But sometimes, the most amazing things happen when we push past our fears."
"Alex, are you okay if I sit here like this?" I asked, feeling self-conscious all of a sudden. "I rather seem to have taken over your private time fishing."
Alex chuckled, his chest vibrating against my back. "Don't worry about it," he said. "Fishing's about patience, and I've got plenty to spare," as his hands played with the scars on my left leg. "Can I ask you a question, Steve?"
I tensed up, my heart racing faster than the waves against the shore. "What is it?"
Alex's voice was calm, his touch on my leg reassuring. "What do you feel right now?"
I took a deep breath, the scent of the ocean filling my lungs. "I'm... I'm scared," I admitted. "But also, a little excited."
Alex's fingers traced the outline of my scar lightly, his touch surprisingly comforting. "That's normal," he said. "Fear and excitement are just two sides of the same coin."
We sat there for a while longer, the gentle strokes of his fingers across my skin lulling me into a strange sense of peace. The sun began to dip lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the cove. The water grew calm, the waves lapping gently against the shore. The heat of the day had subsided, leaving a gentle warmth that seemed to seep into my bones.
"What does it feel like, Alex, my scar?"
Alex's hand paused, and I could feel his gaze on my back. "It's... different," he said thoughtfully. "But it's part of who you are, Steve. And that's what makes you interesting. How are you feeling sitting here in your tighty whities talking to a stranger?"
I took a deep breath, the fabric of my underwear sticking to my damp skin. "It's... strange," I admitted. "But also liberating."
Alex nodded, his chin resting lightly on my shoulder. "Good," he said. "Facing fears is all about baby steps," as his hand brushed against the thigh band of my tighty whities.
I took another deep breath, feeling the warmth of his chest against my back. His thumb began to trace the hem of my underwear, sending a thrill through my body. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. "I like the way your fingers are exploring my body," I whispered, my voice hoarse.
Alex leaned closer; his breath warm against my ear. "It’s nice that I have the opportunity," he murmured. "But only if it feels right for you."
I swallowed hard, the anticipation making my heart race. Slowly, I nodded. Alex's hand continued its gentle exploration, his thumb sliding under the elastic band of my tighty whities. "Do you trust me, Steve?"
I turned to face him, our eyes locking. In the fading light, his gaze was intense, filled with a kindness that washed away the fear. "Yes," I whispered. "Why?"
Alex's smile was gentle. "Because I want to show you that your body isn't something to be feared," he said, his voice a soothing murmur. "That you can find pleasure in the most unexpected places and that you have a lovely body that you should be proud of."
"Really?" I nervously asked, my voice quivering like the fishing line in my hand before I put it down.
"Why don't you take your tighty whities off and show me everything?" Alex requested.
I paused, the fear clutching at my throat. "Please don't laugh."
Alex's eyes held mine, serious and unwavering. "I promise," he said. "I'm here to help, not to hurt."
With a trembling hand, I lifted my bottom slightly and reached back and tugged at the waistband of my tighty whities, the fabric giving way to expose my scarred and imperfect flesh. The air was cool against my skin, but Alex's warmth remained, his chest still pressed to my back. His fingers trailed down my spine, sending a shiver down my body as I slipped my tighty whities down, only to throw them onto the sand to the side of us and the rocks.
"You did it. You are naked," Alex whispered, his voice a soothing balm to my frayed nerves. His hands rested on my hips, his thumbs tracing slow circles on my bare skin. "You're doing great."
I felt a strange mix of terror and exhilaration as I sat there naked. My scarred body was laid bare before him, exposed to the open air and his gaze. But instead of the pity or revulsion I had grown accustomed to, Alex's voice held only curiosity and kindness.
"Now, let's try something," Alex said, his voice low and gentle. "I want you to breathe in deep, and as you exhale, let your shoulders drop and lean back into me."
I did as he instructed, the tension in my body slowly melting away as I leaned back into his firm embrace. His arms wrapped around my waist, holding me securely, and for the first time in years, I felt... safe. The sensation of skin on skin was alien but not unwelcome. His touch was firm but tender, as if he knew the depth of my fear and was coaxing me out of it with the softest of whispers.
Alex's hand slid up my body, his fingers tracing the line of my scar, his touch feather-light. "It's a part of your story," he murmured, his voice soothing. "A part of what makes you unique."
I closed my eyes, the sound of the waves and the gentle caress of his fingers lulling me into a state of relaxation I hadn't felt in a long time. His hand moved higher, brushing over the scar tissue, and for a brief moment, I felt... alive.
"Alex," I whispered, my voice shaking. "I've never felt this way before."
Alex's hand stilled, his breath warm against my neck. "How does it feel?"
"It's... It's like... a mix of fear and... something else."
"Good," Alex said, his voice a gentle rumble in my ear. "Fear isn't always a bad thing. It's what keeps us safe. But sometimes, we need to push through it to find the beauty on the other side."
With trembling fingers, I touched his hand, guiding it further up my body. Alex's touch grew bolder, his hand cupping my chest, his thumb brushing over my nipple. A shock of pleasure shot through me, and I gasped.
"Is that okay?" he asked, his voice a gentle murmur.
"Y-yes," I managed, my voice a shaky whisper.
Alex's hand continued to explore, his touch growing more intimate, more confident. He slid his hand down my stomach, his fingers tracing the edge of my scar before moving lower.
The world around us had faded away, and all that remained was the sound of the ocean, the gentle caress of the breeze, and the warmth of his touch. The fear was still there, but it was no longer the all-consuming monster it once was. It was just a whisper, a flicker in the shadows of my mind as Alex's hand found its way to the apex of my thighs.
I felt him touch me, and a bolt of electricity shot through me. My body responded instinctively, my hips arching towards his hand. His fingers circled my cock, and I felt it swell in his grip.
"Look," Alex said, his voice soft. "You're not so different after all, even though I can feel you have no pubic hair to the left of your body."
Alex's hand began to move in a slow, rhythmic motion, his touch sending waves of pleasure through my body. I leaned back into him, my eyes closed, the warmth of his skin against my back a stark contrast to the coolness of the evening air.
The world outside of our little cove didn't matter anymore. All that existed was the gentle rocking of the waves, the feel of Alex's hand on my cock, and the sweet, sweet oblivion of letting go.
"Just focus on the feeling," Alex murmured. "Don't think about anything else."
And so, as the sun kissed the horizon, my body began to respond to the unfamiliar, yet incredibly erotic sensations Alex was coaxing out of me. His touch grew bolder, more assured, as he stoked the fire of my desires, a fire I had long ago buried beneath layers of fear and self-loathing. Each stroke of his hand was like a gentle caress to my soul, whispering sweet nothings that seemed to say, "You are okay just as you are."
I could feel the tension in my body unravelling, the knots of fear and anxiety slowly dissolving into the salty breeze. His grip tightened, his rhythm quickening, and the sound of the ocean grew louder in my ears, a crescendo to match the building symphony within my own body.
The warmth of his breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine, and I knew that I was on the brink of something I had never before experienced. "You're doing so well, Steve," Alex said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate with every cell in my body. "Just let go."
And let go I did, my climax crashing over me like a wave, my body convulsing in pleasure as I came, shooting cum up onto my chest and stomach. The release was cathartic, a moment of pure, unbridled ecstasy that seemed to wash away the years of pain and fear that had held me captive.
Alex's arms tightened around me, holding me as I rode out the storm of pleasure, his touch reassuring and grounding. I continued to shoot cum with his continued motion, cum landing in his hand as the pressure waned but he continued to play with my cock, stroking out more pleasure as he took me over the edge into post orgasm stimulation, my senses and nerves beyond anything I had ever experienced before until I couldn't take anymore. “Stop, oh my god, please stop,” I begged, caught in a mixture of pain and delight from his continued ministrations. Even though I begged, he continued until finally, sensing my state of elation, he stopped massaging me, allowing me to lean heavily against him, my body spent and my mind reeling. "That was... amazing," I murmured, my voice barely above the sound of the waves.
Alex chuckled, his grip on my cock never loosening. "It's just the beginning," he said, his voice a gentle promise. "When did you last wank, Steve? You even shot cum into your hair by the way and, see my hand, its covered in the dribbles. See?”
I looked at his hand as he released my cock. “Yesterday, Alex, but I think you turned me on so much that I lost total control.”
“Clearly,” Alex chuckled. “Clearly,” as he wiped his hand on my stomach playing with the cum that had landed there.
I lay against Alex’s chest for a while as we both gazed out to sea, looking at the fishing line that had been floating in a similar ecstasy to what I was feeling as my body came down from a high that I had never expected to experience.
Alex was the first to break the moment. “Steve, you are covered in cum so perhaps you should go into the sea and clean up and when you come out, I want you to pose and model for me. I want to see you, all of you, and I want you to enjoy it, showing me your body."
With a nod, I stood up, my legs wobbly from the intensity of the orgasm. The rock was slick beneath my bare feet, but the fear was gone, replaced by a newfound sense of hope. I climbed off the rock, feeling the warmth of Alex's gaze on my back as I approached the water's edge. The waves lapped at my feet, the coolness of the sea a stark contrast to the heat of the day.
As I walked into the water, the waves grew higher, swirling around my ankles, then my knees, and finally my hips. I took a deep breath and dove in, the salty water enveloping me like a lover's embrace. The sensation was overwhelming, but instead of fear, I felt alive. The sea washed away the last traces of cum, cleansing me of more than just my physical release.
I surfaced, the water up to my chest, and looked back at Alex. He was still sitting on the rock, watching me with a knowing smile. I felt a strange sense of vulnerability standing there, my body exposed, and my scars laid bare, but also an undeniable sense of liberation.
"How was it?" Alex called out as I made my way back to the shore.
"It was... freeing," I said, the water dripping from my body. "Thank you," as I stood there in front of him, naked as the day I was born. I then performed a twirl for him, followed by more provocative poses, displaying my body for him to view and enjoy, and I wasn’t afraid. I felt free to show him exactly what I looked like.
Alex nodded. "Remember, baby steps," he said, his eyes never leaving mine. "But you took a pretty big leap today, and Steve, you have a marvellous body which is also sexually attractive for anyone to admire."
The sun had dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in a kaleidoscope of oranges and pinks. The air was cooler now, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as the water evaporated from my skin as I remained naked.
"You know, Steve," Alex said as he began to pack up his fishing gear. "You're braver than you think."
I looked at him, "Thanks," I murmured. "But I couldn't have done it without you."
Alex smiled; his eyes were warm. "You did it all yourself," he said. "I just helped you find the door."
We made our way back to the steps that rise from the beach, the sound of our footsteps echoing in the quiet cove. The world around us had changed, the shadows growing longer as the last vestiges of light disappeared. But in that moment, with the sea breeze in my hair and Alex by my side, it felt like the beginning of something new.
As we stood by the step, Alex turned to me. "You know, if you ever need to talk or... anything else, I'm here."
I nodded, feeling a strange sense of kinship with this man I had only just met. "I'd like that," I said. "Maybe we could do this again."
Alex's smile grew wider. "I'd like that too," he said. "But next time, we'll catch some fish. In the meantime, perhaps you should get dressed unless you want to walk home naked?"
We shared a laugh, the sound mingling with the whispers of the waves as I dressed, pulling my tighty whities up in silence, the weight of what had transpired heavy on my shoulders. When I was fully dressed, Alex turned to me. "Steve," he said, his voice serious. "You're not broken. Your body isn't a prison. It's a temple, and it deserves to be worshipped."
I looked into his eyes, the sincerity in them making my heart race. "Thank you," I said, the words feeling inadequate.
Alex leaned in and kissed my cheek, his lips warm and gentle. "You're welcome," he murmured. "See you around, Steve."
And with that, he turned and walked away, carrying his rod and fishing net, leaving me standing on the beach, the memory of his touch etched into my skin. The fear of nudity didn't vanish entirely, but it had lost its sharp edges. In its place was a spark of something new, a promise of freedom that burned brighter than the stars above.
The dusk was still and quiet, the only sound the distant crash of waves against the shore. I watched Alex until he disappeared around the bend, the last light of day painting him in a soft glow.
Continues in Part Two
