This is a true account of how I experienced my first Bisexual encounter. It happened during the summer of 1999, it was also the year I took the plunge and visited a nudist beach, a daring step that I had pondered for many years. Never in my wildest sexual imagination did I ever think that it would lead me to a sexual experience that I would never forget.
It had been a very hot day, unfortunately I had to spend it at work. All the while pondering the thought of me laying back naked on the beach, watching all the different shapes, sizes of naked people walking by. 5.00 didn’t come fast enough. I grabbed my bag, locked my office and made a rapid retreat to my waiting car. I wanted to get as much sun as possible, it would take me 30 to 45 minutes to drive there and I knew I would get the peak hour traffic.
I had never been to the nudist beach this late before, usually I go on weekends, get up bright and early, spend the entire day sunning my body and head home by the afternoon. But like I said, this day was very hot and I wasn’t going to sit at home in front of the telly sweating profusely. I made it there in just under 45 minutes. Parking was a nightmare, but I managed to find one down a dirt road, it meant a long tiresome walk, mostly up a steep hill. Was this worth it? I said to myself. Then the image of naked women with luscious tits and pussies came to mind, mmmm it was worth it! You do get the odd overweight or older women and men, but hey who am I to discriminate.
As I walked, I found myself thinking more of the naked men. The images of the naked, hard bodied young men walking along the shore with their manhood dangling between their thighs for all the world to see. I had often found myself staring at the men, more so than the women. On some occasions when the beach was not so crowded, I have spotted the odd erections. This one time, a man of about 35 to 40 years of age was laying on his front, not far from where I was situated.
I was lying on my side reading a magazine. Every now and then I would look up to admire the view. I just happened to be looking his was, when he turned around to lie on his back. His cock was very erect and he didn’t attempt to hide it. He sat up facing me as he began to rub tanning lotion over his belly. For those few moments I could not turn my head away, especially when he began to rub the lotion over his cock and balls.
Was he teasing me? Or was he so comfortable with his body that he didn’t care who was watching. After that episode I found myself secretly eyeing off men more and more. In my mind was pondering the thought of, “what if I'm gay or Bi?” Nah! I love women too much… maybe it was just curiosity! Time will tell.
I made my way to the sandy track that leads to the secluded beach. I walked along the shore with my towel under one arm a beach mat under the other and my backpack slung over my shoulders. I noticed the beach was not that crowded, most of the beach goers must have gone to the other side where clothing is a must. I walked passed a couple cuddling under a beach tent; there was a group of friends sitting around having a good laugh. I made my way to the far side of the beach just before the rocky pools. I looked around and found a nice spot and spread out my beach mat. I began to undress first my shirt then my jeans. As I started to slide my boxers over my thighs, I noticed a man emerge from the water; his towel was a few meters away but not to close. He had a nice body; nice tan, he looked like he worked out often. He gave me a nod and a smile; I returned his welcome with a nod then continued to take off my boxers
I walked towards the water feeling free and for the first time that day I felt relaxed. The water was cold at first, the instant the water touched your balls is the worst part! But then your body becomes accustomed to the temperature and then you’re at peace with the world. I closed my eyes and dived in savouring the coolness on my body. I paddled around for a while, sometimes standing waist deep tracing the foreshore with my eyes to see if I had missed any good lookers on my arrival. There were two or three but that’s about it.