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Party Naked

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I was excited about the party, but it never happened. However, other things did.

There were flyers all over San Diego: "Party Naked, Halloween night, starts at 9pm, then the real fun begins at midnight." I think the entrance fee was $10, and the location was given. I"m not usually a party goer, but I went to this one, with the highest of expectations. I was there shortly after 9pm, and wasn't sure what to expect. I was hoping people would start right off with the nakedness. But no, everyone was in costumes, or just dressed normally. There were the usual cheap crackers, sodas and candies laid out on a table. A band was playing. They weren't particularly good or bad, but they were loud. Typical party loud - so you couldn't really converse well with anyone. Frankly, I was bored. I was also determined to stick it out until midnight, figuring this was when people would finally take off their clothes. Finally, finally, it was midnight, and nothing - I repeat - nothing happened. The music continued. No announcements. No one took off anything. In my few attempts at conversation, I found out everyone was confused as I was. At 2pm, I went home, disappointed. But San Diego really is a nice city. Good people. Good weather. And, they have Black's Beach. That's a very long and generally wide beach where nudism has long been practiced. I went to Black's several times and was never disappointed. Most of the people were 'well-behaved' to my general disappointment. Sometimes, on the north end, the gay end, you'd see a blowjob in progress, or someone stroking someone else's hardon. One time, I saw a tall, thin fellow walking along from south to north with long strides and a full erection, singing at the top of his lungs, and jerking off as he walked along. Later, he came back, still wanking and singing away, from north to south, and continued on down the beach and out of sight. I assume, well, I don't know. Maybe he ejaculated, maybe not. Another time, I invited a helper along. This was a fellow who worked for me occasionally, since I was in a business at the time that involved a lot of manual labor. He wasn't particularly bright, but a good, strong, energetic helper. He was only 18, and rather good looking, with typical surfer's sandy blonde hair, and an athletic build. He was rather short, and had no body hair above his waist. His legs were hairy, but his chest was like that of a boy. Anyway, as we were halfway down the trail to the beach. he pulled off his shorts and had no underwear underneath. I was a bit shocked, or maybe embarrassed. You see, no one does that. They wait until they are on the beach to strip down. I told him, and he wasn't embarrassed, even though there were several strangers walking down along with us. He just kept on walking along, holding his balled up shorts in one hand. We made it to the sand, and I spread out a beach towel. He sat down with me, and to my utter shock, he grew a full erection. At the time, this really bothered me. Oh, I mean, I really liked seeing his hardon. I found him quite attractive even though I'm mostly hetero. But, I was concerned everyone would think he and I were, well, irregular. I'm embarrassed to say it now, but I felt at the time like I had to distance myself from him, so I walked away, and toured the beach, enjoying seeing all the other naked people. In time I returned, and things were worse. He was now stroking himself, and had a small crowd of onlookers. There he was, sitting cross-legged with his wiener sticking straight up, and holding on a conversation with his audience. They were asking him just ordinary stuff, like where he went to school, whether he had any girl- or boyfriends, and so on. He answered that he worked for me (Geez!), and that he didn't have anyone special right now. And kept on lazily wanking his hard penis. In time, one or two of the six men who had gathered around us started wanking as they stood, and the one woman started pinching her nipples. That's all it took for me. I joined my friend on the towel, and let everyone see my rapidly developing erection, now more proud than shy. The one woman in the group was evidently an exhibitionist. She was a looker. She had long red slightly frizzy hair, just the right roundness in her hips, beautiful, large, but not overly-large breasts with large nipples, a beautifully freckled face, and was rather tall. I say exhibitionist because she turned around, facing away from my friend and I, leaned forward, and spread her ass cheeks, giving us a great view of her asshole. Then she turned so the rest of the crowd could see. My friend started squirting cum, I started squirting cum, and the two guys standing there and jerking off shot their loads as well. Our swellings went down, the crowd dissipated, and we stayed until sunset, enjoying a couple beers someone gave us. Another time, I was asked to install a woodstove for two women who lived in San Diego. I assumed they were gay, but didn't pry. After the stove pipe was all in place, they asked me to stay for dinner. Sure, I was up for that. Dinner was all vegetarian and organic, which I particularly like, and after, I took all the tableware into the kitchen and started washing the dishes. The sink looked out over their small but private backyard. The two women went out there, and took all their clothes off. I was wondering what to think. Like, what the hell was that? An invitation? I didn't know what to do, so I continued washing the dishes. As I was finishing, one of the girls, the dark-haird, Italian-looking one, came back into the kitchen, grabbed me by the hand, and led me out to the garden, having me recline on the top of their blanket-covered picnic table. OK, now I knew it was indeed an invitation. The other woman, a typical blonde California girl, well-tanned all over - probably from time spent in their yard - stood on the other side of the table, and together they started in on a massage. They had me roll on my stomach, and massaged me all over the back of my legs, arms, head, neck and torso, including my butt. Naturally, I erected, although it was hidden, being pressed under my belly against the table. Then they asked me to roll over. I was kind of shy, not knowing somehow whether I should let them see that they had given me an erection. I know that doesn't make sense, but that's the way I felt in that moment. Never-the-less, roll over I did, with my erection big and obvious. They ignored it. At first, I thought, well, actually, I don't know what I thought. It would be great if they'd end with a handjob, but they might not. Perhaps this was to be just a massage, and I'd have to jerk myself off later. After a very long massage during which they entirely ignored my dick, they started in on a handjob. It was very gentle, as if I were a ripe tomato that cannot be squished. In other words, just the way I like it. A very methodical, slow, and super gentle genital massage. One girl fondling my balls, the other earnestly moving my foreskin up and down. Needless to say, this didn't last long, and I ejaculated all over my belly. They cheered as I cleaned myself up. They later explained that they were lesbians, deeply in love with each other, but they had discussed wanting to see a man ejaculate. Evidently it didn't matter much, which man. Just a random guy, and I happened to be the one who came along. The three of us remained friends, just friends, for the remainder of my time in San Diego. Those were a couple of my adventures in the great city of San Diego.

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