De Beaupre slid his simmering, nude olive flesh from his clothing as if it were the most natural act in the world, and he stretched naked in the afternoon sunlight, his every muscle tightening and standing out in bas-relief before receding ever so slightly into their normal state of definition. My cheeks reddened just a bit when I realized that my own removal of clothing unveiled a cockstand of respectable size and quality.

“What ho!” said Bob. “To the breakers!”

“Avast ye mateys!” cried Blackie. “There be treasure in the surf!”

“To arms!” I cried, and joined my three glowingly naked companions in a charge for the brilliant and glistening ocean.

Soon we were splashing to our heart's content in the sea, and throwing showers of water over each other in high spirits. Together we spent long moments wrestling about in the salty spray. Bob and I took to the Duke in the shallows, the water lapping at our behinds, the hanging ends of our cocks dipping into the warm, buoyant liquid as we laughed and struggled.

It would have been extremely difficult not to notice de Beaupre as he swam languidly about us. With our pale skin and awkward demeanor, Jimmy, Bob and I were strangers to the sea. Blackie, his smooth and streamlined body cutting through the waves, his long, jet black hair slicked perfectly behind him, his flesh already kissed by a warmer and far more loving sun than hung o'er England, looked to be born of the sea. Though I stayed at play with Bob and the Duke, my frequent glances and naughty thoughts caressed de Beaupre's body as the water itself.

We came out before we had time to get too chilled, and I marveled at the breasts and flanks of my companions as the water sluiced from their every crevice and dripped from the hair at their necks, from under their arms, and from their pubic regions. After the bath, we took to running races on the level sands and the exertion, united with the effects of the sun, soon dried our skins. We lay upon some rocks letting the sun warm our nude bodies.