Late in the Summer of 1982, eighteen years old, a year out of high school and already a beach-going thong and g-string wearer for a couple of years, I decided it was time to branch out a bit more and give the nude beach at San Onofre, California a try. While I'd often given it thought, prior to that point I had the usual reservations that stop most people from going; What if I get an erection? Am I good looking enough? What if I see someone I know?
Fortunately, all of those fears were alleviated on my first visit. I did see three people I knew, but since they too were going nude, I knew there wouldn't be a problem. Thanks in large part to being young, I was considerably more fit than most and sure enough, I spent a good part of the day with a raging hard on due more to the fact that people were having sex all over the place than from being nude. It was an amazing first day and by early afternoon, I'd twice jacked off watching two of the couples sitting near me fuck and felt fully committed to nudism. That first nude beach experience truly changed my life forever. I had become a genuine "nudist".
Back then, the beach wasn't terribly well known and folks went nude and even engaged in sexual activity just about everywhere. It was common to see blowjobs in the parking lot, couples fucking on the trail leading down to the sand and open sex on the beach itself was routine. I began to enjoy the nudist lifestyle so much that eventually I got to a point where on the days I'd go to the beach, I wouldn't put anything on all day, including driving there and back. In fact, one week I went to the beach six days straight and throughout the full six days remained completely naked, losing count of the number of times I masturbated and even scoring a blowjob from the willing wife of a couple sitting next to me.
On one particular weekday morning just after Labor Day, I arrived at 7:00 and ventured down to what was a largely deserted beach. As was my normal routine, I went for a long walk down the empty stretch of military-owned beach, enjoying the warm sunrise on my naked body. The only other people on the beach now ¼ mile behind me, I began to get aroused and was soon stroking a glorious erection as I walked along the waterline. More focused on my erect cock than on my immediate surroundings, I was suddenly startled to see a small group of people being very active up by the cliffs.
There were five of them in all, two nude couples and a clothed guy sporting a very serious looking video camera on his shoulder. It turned out that he was filming a good looking, middle-aged guy getting his cock sucked by large breasted, twenty-something blonde. The other couple, both in their early thirties, she a petite brunette sporting beautiful, large implants and he very body-builder looking, were sitting close by on a large log, watching the show. For years I'd heard stories about San Onofre having been the setting for some adult films and I suppose part of the reason I always went for long walks was in the hope of catching one in progress, but I never figured I actually would. At that point in my life, I'd been into exhibitionism for a while, even doing some modeling both in erotic swimwear and completely nude. I'd also videoed a girlfriend and I having sex several times for our private viewing pleasure, but I'd never experienced an actual porn flick in the making. Not one to let a good thing go to waste, I slowly walked up the beach to check it out.
