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It was late summer in 1999 at the Gordon's Pond State Park Ocean Beach in gay Rehoboth Beach, Delaware. I lay out on a blanket with two buddies from Kansas City. This beach, often called North Shores, is known for being the over-30 beach. All the buff, gym perfect young studs go to the beach on the south side of town that goes by the name of Poodle Beach. We lay there sunning on the beach with my buddies enjoying the bears of North Shores. I am not into the bear type at all. In fact, I prefer just the opposite and spent a couple thousand to have most of my body hair permanently lasered off. I was just at North Shores as I had put on a few pounds that I did not want the gym crowd of Poodle to see. Only a year or two before I was rock hard, ripped and hairy chested and ab'ed. Several years of the good life, partying, and self-indulgence had stored about 15 pounds around my midsection. My buddies noticed and teased me. The guys would not let up until I promised that by the next June I would be back down to my 32-inch waist and 160. They warned me that I'd better be - OR ELSE! I did not know what that really meant and just sort of let it pass by with a chuckle as I nibbled on another bag of chips. Fall, winter and spring passed and even though I continued to go to the gym on a regular basis the pounds just increased. My body had changed from being hairy, lean, ripped and muscular a few years earlier to muscular, boyishly smooth all over, and well fed. Okay, I admit it: I was fat. My waistline was struggling to hold at 38" and even my much adored, monster pecs had a hint of pork in them as I looked in the mirror. As hard as I tried, I could not suck in that gut. My buddies arrived for their annual visit and said nothing about me physically. We just enjoyed the first couple of days eating out at the restaurants, drinking a few brews (they had tonic water while I had beer) and going to the gym. Steve was driving his older F150 the day we decided to go to the beach. We got to a fork in the road and Steve turned to the right instead of towards North Shores. I responded by telling him, between gulps of regular Pepsi, that he made a wrong turn. Steve just smiled at Will and he continued on his chosen path. I again mentioned that he was going towards Poodle Beach and not North Shores. He just grinned devilishly. All of a sudden it hit me! Those words came back to me from the previous September. They could see the fear in my expression as I sat between them on the bench seat. The truck screeched to a stop, along a side street, and my buddies handed me a yellow bikini. "A promise is a promise. NOW STRIP!" "Put it on!" barked Steve. I shook my head and he bellowed, "NOW, Fatboy!" I protested and Will grabbed me by my smooth tire. "You promised us and now you pay, Pussy!" I objected to being called such names and the next thing I knew I was stripped naked and my clothing was lying on the street beside us. I had no choice but to struggle and pull on the much-too-tight bikini. Of course that was not before I was derided for lasering my chest, abs and pits. Even my pubes were shaved and Will said that they would be the next to go. "If you want to look like a pussyboy then you will go all the way!" They said they would set up an appointment and make sure I lost that stubble permanently. They had to yank me out of the truck but I had no choice but to take the long walk of humiliation up the sidewalk and down the boardwalk towards Poodle Beach. It was a hot Saturday and all the buff studs were parading down to their turf. I am sure that many recognized me as I used to go there all the time. Steve and Will slapped my muscular ass and said that all of me SHOULD have been in that shape by now. My big pecs rolled as I walked and I could feel my love handles jiggling with each step of shame. Every time a hunk passed going the other direction towards the town, Will or Steve would pat my fat gut, pinch my shaved tits or even yank out my bikini to expose my boy crotch. The grins and comments were almost more than I could endure. HOW did this happen TO ME??? I recall how I used to make derogatory comments about the out of shape guys and tell my equally buff buddies that those hogs should put on a shirt. Upon reaching Poodle I was shoved down onto a bench each of them now shirtless displaying their rock hard abs & hairy chests. There I sat in the middle with my belly roll hanging out, my slightly soft pecs being abused, my tits red and sore and my yellow skimp of shame pulled down almost to my now hard prick. This had to be the most humiliating day of my life. Seems like we were there forever and a day. Another summer is nearly upon us and I have not lost a pound. My pubes are now permanently history due to Steve and Will's generosity and my powerful body is aching for more humiliation. It hurts so bad but feels so good.