Chapter 26 #2
“Come on,” Otto yells from the water. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Goading me into coming out there naked. Thinking I’ll chicken out and let him frolic in the water with Brady while I sit on the shoreline.
I scan the area. The cove is definitely secluded, but not totally private.
Across the lake is the main shore where people are swimming and sunbathing.
It’s far enough away to be blurry even with excellent vision.
My attention moves back to Otto and Brady. Otto whispers something to Brady that makes him laugh and then Brady playfully splashes him. Oh, hell, no. I am not going to stand on the shoreline and watch Otto come after Brady.
I pull my shirt off over my head. Not a big deal, although to be perfectly honest I’m not that comfortable shirtless in public. I know I have a good body. I know people look at me in the gym, but I don’t like it. I know my abs and pecs are only part of the story.
I know my dick is huge. Why not show Brady I’m this new rule breaker he wants me to be?
If that is one of the obstacles to us being closer, maybe I can crush it and the others will eventually fall.
If I’ve changed at all since college, this should not be that big a deal for me.
I look from side to side, glad I’m far enough in the shade to hide how red my face must be.
“It’s Germany. No one cares. But if you have too many hangups I can make sure Brady is okay in the water.”
“I can do that,” I shout back.
“Brady can do that,” Brady says. “I was on the swim team in high school. Why does everyone always forget that?”
Screw Otto. Why do I feel I have to prove myself in front of Brady when that guy is around?
Fine. I unbuckle my jeans and I see that catches Brady’s eye.
He’s seen me naked a million times but he knows I am not someone very comfortable with any kind of attention on my body or PDA.
He always hated that. It has to do with some fucked up sense of Southern modesty that I guess I’m having problems overcoming.
I hesitate to push my pants down, and Brady must notice. He bites his lip. “It’s okay, Hayes. You don’t have to do it.”
Hearing him give me an out is very sweet.
He cares about me, and I want to show him that I care about him.
I want to show him that I’ve changed. I’m not the rigid rule follower who wouldn’t hold his hand at a frat party or even at a meeting of the Pride Collective on campus when we first started dating.
This is the new Hayes. The new Hayes is bold, non-conformist, ready to throw caution and, apparently, his underwear to the wind.
I grab the waist of my pants and in one motion push them down to my ankles.
I run my hand under my balls to give my dick a quick fluff although I know it doesn’t need it.
Brady and Otto stop what they are doing and both freeze, staring right at me.
Usually, this kind of attention in a place like this would make me run under a rock but in this moment, I think I might like it.
I stretch my arms over my head so my lats flex and then pull one hand to the side, exposing my hairy armpits and the sinew of my arms. Then I cross them in front since I know that will make my chest pop. I look behind me to make sure no wandering hikers have stumbled on to our little cove.
I step out of my pants feeling a good deal more confident than when I started.
I decide to take it a step further. I turn around and let my ass be the star of the show.
The fact is when you have a great dick people often forget to acknowledge that you have a great ass.
I turn back to see both of them in the water staring at me.
I bend over to touch the ground so my ass will push out a bit.
I can feel the warm sunlight on it and hope the rays are showing off how hairy it is since I know Brady likes that.
I hear someone clapping. It must be Brady, so I swish my ass from side to side.
I even do a little twerk and try to bounce my glutes in a move I’ve never tried.
Then the clapping gets louder. It’s not just Brady clapping, but maybe Otto too?
I listen and realize it’s not two people clapping.
That must be… I snap up so quickly I worry about herniating my back.
I turn around. From out of nowhere a group of a dozen female senior citizen kayakers has floated just behind where Brady and Otto are watching the entire show.
I’ve tossed my clothes too far away to grab them so I do the only thing I can think of to hide myself. I jump into the freezing lake. I have to swim right past the collection of women who are still applauding and speaking in German before they paddle off.
“I think these women enjoyed the show you put on very much,” Otto says with a smirk. I have my hands under my arms since the water is so cold and I’m still shell shocked from my surprise audience.
“What did they say?” Brady asks.
“They said something to the effect, ‘We only like pussy, but even vegetarians can admire a fine bratwurst.’ Something like this. I think maybe it does not translate.”
Brady lets out a laugh that I think the entire lake can hear and Otto’s is almost as loud.
Instead of being mortified, I laugh too.
There is a dock a few yards away and I swim over and jump up on it.
I’m facing Otto and Brady, looking toward the shore, and just stand there in all my nakedness in the warm summer sunshine.
I’ve survived the worst and that gives me a stronger sense of confidence.
Brady swims toward the dock and I notice him do something under the water.
It takes a few seconds, but then he holds up his swimsuit.
Otto does the same thing and then they both swim over and join me standing on the dock.
“Wurst für alle,” Otto says, shaking his hips and letting his dick swing from side to side.
“What does that mean?” I ask, looking down and realizing that Otto comes in a very close second to me. Brady is moving his eyes from one to the other.
“It means sausage for everyone,” Otto laughs.
Brady, who is standing between us, puts his arm around me and then around Otto.
All three of us shake our hips a few times before we jump off the dock together and into the lake.
We swim toward the shore easily, laughing and splashing each other until our three naked bodies are on the beach.