Sam the body painter

Chapter 1

LIKE A UROLOGIST

That day the beach was crowded. It was a nudist beach, very well-known now and there were many naked boys and girls here, some boys with boners.

But having boners is something totally natural in boys, since they are beholding sexy naked girls. I was also hard because of the girls, of course but mainly because I’m always hard being naked in public. But nudism is not sex. Unfortunately you can always see some boys, girls never do it, hidden behind the near pines jacking off. We nudists also like sex, but being naked on the beach is just something totally natural, not necessarily sex. In my case I became a nudist three years ago for something really silly, but it is that I cannot stand having a wet speedo on my genitals. The sensation to have dick, balls and arse in contact with a wet piece of clothing is awful and one day I simply decided to sunbathe or swim totally nude since there is a good nudist beach here.

I live now with my father, a widower since I can remember, in a very small village two kilometers west of the nearest town, certainly big now with beach tourism. In this small town you have Old Toby’s beach, long and really beautiful. This Toby was probably an old farmer, since there were some farms which later were changed into rustic restaurants but it was also an agricultural village.

But there was a railway that used to run on the coast before they changed the route. And east of Old Toby’s beach, you could enter an old railway tunnel and at the other end, you found this nudist beach, wide and beautiful, which has no name, but everybody knows it as Tunnel Beach.

So there I was lying on a towel, comfortably sunbathing after having swum and I was thinking about my studies.

My name’s Grady Simpkin and at 25 I was studying to become a draftsperson, cause I knew I’d have a job later with an architect who was a friend of my father’s.

I suddenly noticed a little turmoil, people heading to the tunnel, but it probably wasn’t an accident, or something similar, cause people’s faces were smiling faces, so I decided to stand up and follow them.

There in the tunnel there was a naked man body-painting the boobs of a girl. But as I was getting closer, I saw: that naked man was my father!

All his life he’s been known as Sam. He’s 45 and watching him naked I saw he had a really sexy body. Samuel Simpkin worked painting houses but one of his hobbies had always been drawing. He drew anything and was really talented. Below him, I saw some bottles of very different colours. The girl’s chest was black but he was painting her boobs blue till he ended painting her right boob. It took him some time till a clearly crescent moon was drawn.

My father was erect. It might be cause he was touching a naked girl or simply cause he got boners for being naked which is what happened to me. He saw me then. I winked at him and told him.

-Hi, Sam.

I didn’t call him dad cause people might find it strange to see a father and a son both naked and hard at the same time. He also told me.

-Hi, Grady.

I saw the girl wanted to have more of her body painted and I seized that time to return to Tunnel Beach and swim for a while.

Half an hour later, I returned to the tunnel. Sam Simpkin was still there but was now body-painting a boy, his hard dick on my father’s hand. Maybe my father was bisexual or maybe he simply didn’t mind whom he touched: it was just his hobby. I saw the boy’s chest had been painted some lush fruit trees, maybe it was the Garden of Eden, cause now Samuel Simpkin was painting a cobra on his dick.

It took him some times and later I saw my father rummaging on his trousers pockets, taking out his mobile phone and taking a pic of that boy. Later he sent the pic to the boy’s phone. Of course I would know later that my father kept all the body paintings he’d done on his mobile phone.

I was a while fascinated looking at my father’s hobby till I quietly returned to Tunnel Beach, put everything back on and headed home.

He arrived half an hour later.

-Hi dad –I told him-, I didn’t know you were a body painter.

-Well, Grady, you know how I like drawing. One day I simply bought a lot of henna bottles, that’s the material I use for body painting, of many different colours and I tried. And soon I was body painting many people. I could show you all the pics I have on my mobile phone. But when body painting, I never paint anything erotic. The boy you’ve seen me painting today wanted first to have boobs painted on his dick. I refused but later he convinced me to paint a snake on his dick.

-I saw you hard all the time. Are you maybe bisexual, dad?

-I’m not. Well, when I started with this hobby, I only painted girls till one boy also persuaded me to paint something similar to Guernica, by Pablo Picasso, but soon later I was also painting their dicks, balls and asses, just as girls’ cunts and boobs, provided they’re never pornographic paintings. I’m always hard for being naked in public, that’s all. But look, Grady, think of your father like a urologist. He must touch his patients’ genitals, but that’s just his job, nothing sexual. And the boys I body paint are like urologists’ clients. They allow me to touch their genitals cause in the end they have the benefit of watching in their mobile phone some pics of them with their genitals painted, just like a urologist, nothing more.

-Totally natural, dad.

-And after body-painting them, I tell them what to do to erase the painting.

-What do you have to do then?

-Have a shower or a bath with water as hot as your skin can endure. And if there’s still some remnants of the painting, you should apply whitening toothpaste on that area, have it for about twenty minutes and later a good shower again, for instance.

-I love your hobby, dad. Well, today we’ve seen each other naked, but nudism is something totally natural and no sex. What if…?

-What if…?

-What if you also paint my naked body and also my dick and balls? I’ll let you choose the topic, nothing pornographic. And if you’re used to body paint totally nude, you could also do it. Are you shocked, dad?

-I’m not, Grady. Body painting, like nudism, is something natural, it isn’t sex. Ok, if you want, we can strip and later I’ll choose an artistic painting I once drew on a boy’s body and he liked. So good, Grady, I like knowing you understand and respect my hobby, let’s strip.