Although several bisexual experiences in my late teens and early twenties opened me up to a new side of my own sexuality, it wasn't until my late twenties that I embraced my own personal sexual revolution. I absolutely love women, but my experiences with men made me rethink who I was sexually. That's not to mean I thought I was gay, but rather that a deeper, sexier side of myself was rising to the surface, and wanted to emerge. Among the tastes and preferences I began to explore lay nudism and exhibitionism.
After landing my dream career, I was able to afford new hobbies and a different lifestyle. I moved into my first house, and with it came access to a local nude beach. The idea fascinated and excited me, although I did feel the pangs of unease. By no means am I ugly, but I am self-conscious, and the prospect of exposing my naked body to the world both terrified and consumed me. I had started going nude around the house often. At 5'5", 145 lbs., fit but not muscular, with an average face and features, I knew I wouldn't stand out, yet still I worried. To face my fear, I grabbed the bull by the horns and went for it.
I looked the beach up on the Internet, and was surprised and delighted to find a neat, organized website about it. It laid out the rules and regulations, and after scanning several local forums, determined the overall consensus was positive. I watched the weather channel, and on the right day, packed some gear and set off.
I arrived around 9:00 in the morning. It was a cloudless, brisk spring day. As I lugged my beach trimmings up to the stand to pay, my stomach fluttered and the nerves in my groin lit up. I paid my fee, thanked the attendant, and walked down a small, bending path. A minute or two later, the bend straightened out and the beach came into view. I immediately scanned it to try and get a feel for the environment, and found just another beach. Except for the fact that everyone was nude!
I eyed a spot that was just far enough from anyone else to maintain both my privacy and theirs, and set up shop. The blanket went down, the large umbrella was up, and I set out my gym bag and cooler. At this point I was wearing a pair of navy blue swim trunks, as the beach was an optional-nude. Nervous and paranoid about being watched, I bought time by rummaging around in the gym bag for an iPod, a book, and some sunscreen. After several minutes I did my best to lighten up, and it worked. Although nervous as hell, I stood up, slid my trunks down and off, and then laid on the blanket on my stomach. I discreetly adjusted my cock and balls to the right spot, even though I was getting very hard, very fast. I maintained my composure just long enough to settle into a comfortable position. When no one was looking, I slipped a flask containing my whiskey of choice from the bag, took a few quick nips, and replaced it. I opened my book and set about the task of distracting myself. About two chapters later, I was at ease.
I casually glanced around to check out my neighbors, but in more of a social way than a sexual one. For many of these people this was a culture, a way of life, and to fit in, as well as learn about it, I had to take in everything I could. For the most part I only observed several middle-age couples, reading, listening to music, sunning, and talking. A few younger people milled about with frisbees, and some were enjoying the ocean. I smiled to myself at my growing comfort, and went back to my book.
About twenty minutes later I was aware of movement behind me. A man, maybe in his mid-thirties, was appraoching. He stopped roughly ten yards to my right, and started setting his things down. Ten yards to his right a large, natural rock wall grew out of the earth, so I surmised that this was his comfort area. I went back to my book, and about a minute later he spoke to me.
"Pardon me?" he said. It was loud enough to hear, yet discreet.
"Hi," I replied with a smile. I wasn't sure what to make of this new development, but I figured I'd go with it.
"I'm so sorry to interrupt you," he said with sincerity. "I seem to have forgotten my sunscreen, and was wondering if I could borrow yours?"
I looked down at my sunscreen tube, laying next to the umbrella. "Sure," I smiled. I started to get up, hoping I wouldn't get hard, but he was already making his way over.
"Please, don't, I'm the one intruding," he laughed. I sized him up without realizing it. He was about 5'10", 175 lbs. He was fit in a way that comes from years of hard work, rather than gyms and home-workouts. He was fairly tanned all over, with the exception of his upper thighs, groin, and lower abdomen. Although not into men in a romantic way, I admitted he was handsome. My eyes fell to his untanned cock; it was soft, but I could see the large purple vein running softly along the right side and then underneath. He was trimmed very neatly, and his pink cockhead was large. Two well-proportioned balls rested against his inner thighs. As I glanced back up, suddenly afraid I had been caught looking, I noted that his eyes were roaming the curves of my ass and legs. He resumed eye contact, and we both smiled.
"I'm Jim, by the way," he said, and stuck out his hand. Deciding to press my luck, I propped myself on my side, exposing the semi-hard cock between my legs. I offered my hand, and he shook it, and I was keenly aware of the way he spied my cock and balls. He was kneeling now, and his pale cock hung between his legs in shadows. I imagined my mouth underneath it, lapping at it, and quickly checked myself. I grabbed the sunscreen and gave it to him. "I'm Jay," I smiled.
"I'll be right back with this," he said, and as he walked back to his spot, I admired the taut but round ass switching back and forth as he walked. After using the sunscreen, he made his way back over.
"Thanks so much, man. I owe you one. I have a few cold ones in my cooler, if you'd like," he said.
