Last week I drove down from Los Angeles to San Onofre Beach. My cock was thumping the entire drive down, getting harder and harder as we got closer and closer. I pull into the park and drove for what seemed like forever until I made it to the trailhead.
I hiked down to the beach and noticed a few guys on their way back up. I could tell that they were just at the nude beach by their blissful faces. I just smiled and glanced at the outlines of the half hard erections showing through their bathing suits. Once I made it to the bottom of the trail, there was a clothed family, who clearly knew where I was going and did not approve. I didnt give a shit. I wanted to whip my cock out right there and show off.
Once I made my way the nude section, there was a friendly older gentleman waiting to greet me, his cock at full mast. I said hello and kept walking to scope out a good spot. I found a good space of sand relatively separate from everyone else and set down my towel. Then I stripped off my shirt. I could feel everyone's eyes on me and I spotted a few men already slowly stroking their pricks. Next, I slowly pulled down my boardshorts, my long shaved cock flopping out into the cool ocean breeze. I knew everyone was looking, so I tried to put on a show as I applied oil to my entire body.
Next, I took a walk down the beach to see who was around. A good looking bunch today, I thought. Men turned over as I passed, revealing their pulsing members. A few men passed me walking in different directions. With each one, it was the same ritual: look down at the cock and then look up and smile. It was so great to see so many different cocks of different sizes, shapes, and colors.
Then, I made my way back to my end of the beach. I went for the dip in the water, the cold water calming my raging hard on for the time being. I made my way back to my towel and lay face up toward the sun as my body glistened.