This disclaimer was written by my AI lawyer, who constantly reminds me that it is not an attorney and that I should not use AI for legal documents. But here goes anyway:

The following is a fictional work of erotic literature. The characters, settings, and encounters within are entirely imagined or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real individuals or events is coincidental. Every intimate act portrayed involves fully informed, enthusiastic consent between adults.

All characters were carefully tested for STIs prior to engaging in any sexual activity. All intimate actions were choreographed under the supervision of a certified intimacy coordinator. So, sit back and enjoy.

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A Unique Fundraising Idea

 

“Let’s get all that sun lotion and sand off that cock and ass of yours,” Emily said as she finished her deep kiss with Eric and continued to rub his boner with her left hand while Olivia was standing behind him, soaping his muscular back and ass.

Very little spray from the shower-head was making it past Emily’s six-foot-one-inch athletic frame, so the sudsy foam was building up on his reddish-trimmed pubes. She used the extra foam to let her right-hand massage his balls.

“I can’t last!” Eric breathed out through his grimaced face.

“We don’t want you to last. We just want to give you this, as a thank you for helping us have our fundraiser,” Emily put her lips to his ear and whispered, “Come for us.”

Eric’s spurting cock was the culmination of a day of “firsts” Emily and Olivia had planned to persuade Eric to allow their racket club to host a Nude Day fundraiser for their age-20 to 29 mixed-gender pickleball team. They were hopeful they could raise the funds to travel to the all-state tournament.

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Weeks before the shower, Emily and Olivia reached out to Eric, the Tennis-Pro at the Racket Club, about an unconventional idea for a fundraising event for their pickleball team.

“It’s not that big a deal. Haven’t you gone to Blacks Beach before?”Emily, the team’s captain, asked.

“No, I never have!” Eric said, as though it would be weird if he had gone to the only clothing-optional beach in Southern California.

Olivia jumped in, “Then you have to come with us. You usually have Tuesdays off, right? Let’s all go, and we’ll show you it’s no big deal.”

Fortunately, it was a beautiful day the next Tuesday, and as they made their way down the cliff to the sandy beach, Eric’s heart was racing as he surveyed the casual nudity among the other beachgoers. And he did his best to stay calm, knowing Olivia and Emily were going to be stripping too.

And, despite his nervousness and internal dialogue convincing him to stay calm and avoid an erection, his dick was already hanging lower, which was, when he thought about it, a double-edged sword. His “grower” dick could get ridiculously small, especially when he was nervous or had been working out. His gym shower experiences had never been a time to show off, even though his rather average almost 6-incher looked proportional when dangling loose, or when fully erect. But of course, the women presumably did not yet know what to expect when his shorts were down.

Eric pulled off his T-shirt and made sure his abs and pecs were tense and ready for viewing. And indeed, the women did stare with calm appreciation. Being a tennis pro at a club allowed him to stay in shape and always feel confident that the members held him on an “athletic and fit” pedestal. So, channeling that tennis confidence, he avoided making a show of it and instead just pulled down his shorts.

Emily smiled as she scanned his body again but lingered at his cock. While smiling, she asked, “Did you remember to sun-lotion your dick, balls, and butt ’cause it looks like you’ll need it, especially with that red hair complexion. And actually, your farmer tan could use some love too. Let me know if you want help lotioning-up. And FYI, that spray lotion might sting around your balls, or at least I’ve heard.”

“Thanks, I’ll borrow some for that, but I think I better be the one putting it on. Except, yeah, you can spray my back. That would be great.”

As Emily sprayed his back, she took the opportunity to admire his tight ass, which clearly benefited from the lunges on the court. And she figured, since she was there, she squatted down to spray his ass as well, making him tighten them even more.

Through this process, there were some head-turns among nearby beachgoers. Emily’s height and athletic physique were hard to look away from. Her tits were like small cones, barely disturbed her profile, and her straight-as-nails posture created an imposing physique, especially standing next to Eric’s common bend of his upper back as contrast among the three. Her light brown hair was in a long, tight ponytail that matched her overall athletic vibe.

Olivia was like a pixie in comparison, but still her 5’7″ fit within their group. Her tits were a more prominent form. Still just within the small side of the B-cup range, they were more filled, making a nice ramp up her chest, and barely had a rounded under-boob. Her areoles were like pink quarters with a pencil eraser glued to the center. Her tight ponytail was dyed a platinum grey that contrasted with her tanned complexion.

Eric wondered if her nipples’ stiffness was usual or from being aroused. Just the possibility of arousal created another excuse for his cock to inflate a bit more. So, he tried to erase that train of thought quickly.

The rest of the time on the beach was normal, despite the nudity. Eric had not really considered the impact of getting into the cold surf until he began getting into the water with the women. The shock to his balls when they hit the water somehow seemed twice as jarring while naked. But he did get used to it, to the point where they all began throwing a frisbee around and weren’t shy about diving through the waves to catch it. There was even a moment when they all tried to dunk each other, leading to some unexpected intimate contact.

But when they headed out of the surf and to their towels, Eric had to contend with showing just how tiny his penis had shrunk. All that was still visible was a mere stump, and his balls were almost absent altogether. The embarrassment somehow prompted him to apologize. “Sorry about this,” and he gestured toward his groin. “They do that when they’re cold. I didn’t know that’s a thing.”

That made them laugh, and Olivia replied, “We’ve had boyfriends before, and heard locker room chatter since high school. Let alone we come here all the time, and we’ve seen it all. So, no worry.” And then she looked at Emily, and winked, “Besides, it will be fun to watch it come back to life.” And punctuated that with a giggle.

Back at their towels, Emily used the guise of getting a consistent tan, to switch direction so her pussy was in Eric’s line of sight as he watched the waves. And then, Olivia scooted over so she was behind Eric and began to rub his shoulders. While seemingly innocent, Eric’s heart began to race, and his body tensed. But most worrying for him was that yet again, his cock inflated.

Emily didn’t let him focus on that, however. Instead, she started a conversation. “So, what do you say about our idea for the fundraiser? I mean, the team’s behind it, and we know there’s got to be a few members, or maybe couples, who would buy in. Maybe we spend a bit on food, or we get a sponsor for that too. So, we’re really just looking for one evening, and boom, we raise plenty to get us to Sacramento.

“So, really, we’re pitching to the board that they’d let us close the club for an event, which they do sometimes, and well, our event would just happen to fall on National Nude Day. So, it’s kind of a celebration too.”

“And,” Olivia chimed in, “We could put all sorts of privacy and behavior rules, like no phones or cameras and such. I think it’s a winner, and the board will maybe consider it so much more seriously if you brought it to them, and we’ll be there flashing our sad-puppy-eyes,” which of course she did as demonstration to impress upon him how persuasive those could be. But it was not a fair comparison, because those puppy-eyes were part of an ensemble of bare pussy lips and tits.

Eric shook his head and said, ” Your bodies are impossible for me to escape. It’s like my resolve is sucked into a black hole of male willpower when looking at two gorgeous naked women.”

Eliciting an “aw” from both of them, with Emily following up with, “So you’ll do it. You’ll ask for us?”

“Yeah, I’ll do it. And god help us if they say yes!”

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“Well that’s apropos, sitting all naked!” Robyn said, lifting only her eyes at her husband, Steve, as he sat down at the kitchen table. She was slightly shaking her head in disbelief, while returning to what she was reading on her phone.

“What are you talking about?” Steve pleaded. “I just got out of the shower. And besides, I’m wearing boxers.”

“Yeah, but your fly is gaping, and I see pink.”

He knew she was razzing him, so he tried to get to the real reason for the comment. “Anyway, what was the ‘apropos’ thing?”

“Well, did you see the Racket Club newsletter? Listen to this.” And then she started to read aloud:

“With their commanding victory at the San Diego Tournament, our Age 20’s Mixed Pickleball Team has qualified for the State Tournament. To raise funds for the entry fee and their travel expenses, the Board has agreed to allow them to host a fundraiser on July 14th, which was strategically chosen because it falls on International Nude Day. Yes, you read that right. We will close the club at 5 pm so the team can host a fundraiser tournament in the nude (proper footwear required). The entry donation is $250, which covers one team member’s travel and entry. The team’s captain, Emily, and men’s captain, Charlie, both certified instructors, will give a serving clinic. Then our resident pro, Eric, will manage a mini-tournament. And yes, they’re all looking forward to being in the spirit of the Nude Day as well. No cameras or phones permitted. Sunscreen highly recommended.”

“Oh my, Eric will be there,” Steve said with a wink. “I’m guessing that’s enough to get you to go.”

“Oh stop, but, hmm, yeah, that would be amazing.” She paused for a bit, and then said, “And the two men on the team are quite something as well. But what about you? You’ve seen the women on the team. They are so cute.”

“Are you actually thinking we would do this?”

“No, I mean? I can’t imagine having the nerve to stand there naked on the courts with everyone seeing me. But it would be fun to see it all.”

“Well, you can’t just look; we’d have to strip if you want to play. But I’m guessing we can just donate to the fundraiser regardless. I’d be happy to help them out.”

A couple of days later, Robyn stopped Steve as he came home and was putting his things down on the counter. “So, I did a thing,” she opened, noticeably shaking.

Steve froze, and his face instantly contorted with concern.

Robyn then took a breath and slowly started again. “So, I went to the club to give Eric the 500-dollar donation we wanted to do. But then he thanked us and said the team really wants to earn it and is trying not to accept plain donations. And, well, Eric kind of persuaded me…” At this point, her voice was low, and each word seemed to swim through molasses as it escaped her mouth. “He, well, convinced me to do the tournament.” She then put her hand to her mouth, and her eyes stared at Steve’s.

Steve looked suspiciously, trying to ascertain the punchline or caveat that could make this make sense. But he could see that Robyn was turning red and shaking a bit. So, Steve shook his head and merely said, “Ok, this should be interesting.”

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An email was sent out, “Thank you all who signed up for the State Tournament Nude Day Fundraiser. We’ve reached our goal and capacity of 8 member-participants, so we have closed signups.”

“Dang, I guess we’re part of an exclusive group,” Steve said, stretching the dang for emphasis.

“Oh my! Seems like this is really happening. Glad it’s not a huge number of people. Maybe that will make it easier,” Robyn said.

Then she added, “Do you think there are other wives signed up, or is it just dirty old men?”

“Hey, you signed us up, and you went on about Eric and the two guys on the team. And besides, I think the stakes are pretty high for me compared with you. You look awesome nude, but me, what if I get a boner in front of the girls? I mean, they’re our daughters’ age. That’s pretty cringy and embarrassing, right?”

“No, I don’t think that at all. They are not our kids, and they are all adults in their mid-20s, even, and I think they’re all college graduates. So don’t go all paternal on them.

“And, I for one would love to see your boner, ’cause you have a fine one. It may even make some of the other women jealous.”

“You’re weird.”

“Weird enough to marry you! But, more seriously, I’ve got to make a waxing appointment.”

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On Tuesday, July 14th, the participating members made their way to the clubhouse lounge, where they met the team members and Eric. It was a familiar place for all, with many round tables. Two couches flanked a large fireplace, giving a lodge vibe, where cold nights would spark stories of tennis legends that were retold through the generations.

On one wall was a mosaic made of half-tennis balls of various colors, depicting a man reaching up with his racket, about to serve. On another wall stood a trophy cabinet well filled with impressive gold-colored figurines. But one trophy was out of the display case and set on a round table that Eric, Emily, and Olivia were standing near.

Despite their familiarity, there was a surprise upon entering. First, there were no decorations for the occasion. That seemed unusual for them not to set up something to mark the occasion. But even weirder was that there were, instead, sheets covering the couches and stacks of towels on each table. That elicited some giggles and head shaking. But generally, everyone understood the sentiment that sparked the setup.

“Ok everyone,” Eric began using his coach-voice and cadence, “It looks like everyone is here, and I’m sure everyone wants to get started.

“But first, I want to thank you all for participating in this event. I know it means a lot to the team. This trophy here was from the last tournament they won, and it represents the first-place finish that clinched their spot in the all-state tourney. Let’s give it up to these champions!”

Everyone gave an enthusiastic round of applause and shouts. Emily and Olivia flanked Eric, giving faux-modesty poses.

“Ok,” Eric said with a tone of authority to keep things moving. “Before we strip and head out to the courts, I think we should get to know each other a bit, go over some rules the club’s board and I want us to follow. And the first of those is that all electronics, including phones, cameras, and video equipment, need to go into the cabinet so they are locked away throughout the event. I’ve already shut down the security cameras everywhere except the ones in the parking lot.”

Everyone nodded their approval of these precautions, so there was no hesitation from the crowd in putting their phones in the cabinet.

After Eric locked the cabinet, he stiffened again and said, “Ok, the board wanted me to read this etiquette statement.”Everyone started chit-chatting, as the din took over. At the same time, Eric had known the expected headcount, but when the group came together, it seemed larger than Eric had imagined, and it took a minute to gain control. Including himself, there were 17 people: the 6 team members and 10 others gathered for the event, so it took a bit of time to get them all listening. But when it was mostly quiet, he started in a less official-sounding voice, “I’ll read the rules in a minute, but I think we should introduce ourselves to start us off. I know all you, so we’ll start the team going first.”

With that, Olivia, Emily, Shantel, Laura, Charlie, and Will called out their names. Then two other young men introduced themselves as Shantel and Laura’s boyfriends. Their names were Chris and Jerry.

Then Eric pointed to Steve and Robyn to lead off, saying their names. Then the three other couples introduced themselves: Sue and John, Richard and Dani, and finally, Ron and Philip.

With the introduction complete, Eric resumed his speech. “Ok, so I know we’re all excited to get started, but again, we have some ground rules we have to follow so we don’t get in trouble or make anyone uncomfortable.

“So here goes: During the event, there is not to be any sexualized activities. That includes any touching others’ genitalia, even between spouses. The same is true for breasts or butts. Similarly, there can’t be any discussion about private parts, or other behaviors that may belittle or judge anyone. Cell phones and cameras must be stored in a locked cabinet, which we’ve already done.

“Proper shoes must be worn at all times. Here in the Lounge, notice there are towels on each table. If you’re going to sit at the tables, please put a towel on the seat first. The couches by the fireplace already have sheets on them, so no worries there.

“Finally, all participants must remain nude during the event. If you become uncomfortable, please head back here to the lounge, put on your clothes, and either wait here in the lounge for the event to end or, of course, you may leave whenever you want.

“Ok, I think that says it all, but if you have questions or concerns, let me know.”

He paused for anyone to ask questions, but then resumed, “Ok, seeing no questions, I think we get going and strip. And after that, I’ll set you up with your mixed-gender teammate for the serving clinic with Charlie and Emily, and then the friendly tournament. Each team will have one team member or their boyfriend as an honorary team member today, and each team will have a club member of the opposite sex.

“But,” Eric said with a bit of hesitation that made him look uncomfortable about continuing. “Before I set the pairings, we need to decide how to handle that we have one more guy than women, so I need two men to volunteer to be in a men’s pair. And I’d like it to be still not a pairing just of team members or just club members.”

Ron raised his hand and said, “Well, I’m gay, so I’m fine with a male teammate if it doesn’t make anyone uncomfortable.”

Charlie and Will looked at one another, but it was only a second or two before Charlie shrugged his shoulders, raised his hand, and said, “No worries, you can be my teammate.”

“Ok, that was easy, so nothing to do but get naked!” Eric announced, causing some nervous laughter and a few cheers.

Movement about the group was paused as all the member-participants seemed hesitant to start stripping. But Olivia and Charlie pulled their shirts off, and that got the whole team pulling theirs off, which sparked everyone to find a spot to start removing their clothes.

Eric and the young adults managed to be naked except for socks within a few seconds, while the club members took more time in part because some sat down to remove their shorts and underwear.

Robyn tried to focus on her clothes, but then she got a glimpse of Eric bending down to slip his shorts and boxers over his shoes. It was a greater challenge for him than he seemed to have anticipated as he wobbled, making his cock swing a bit. But her interest was not just his dick. The stark difference in skin tone where his tennis shorts covered. In those private parts of his upper thigh, there were thick, orange-tinted hairs that curled and thickened by the time they covered his groin. There was so much going on and given that she had previously fantasized about seeing his naked body, this sight demanded her attention, only broken by his beginning to straighten upright. She quickly looked away, trying to gauge how long she was entranced. In reality, it was perhaps 5 seconds, so her best course to cover her embarrassment was to resume pulling down her panties, displaying her partially waxed and trimmed blonde mound.