Erect at the Nude Beach

Do you think I'm weird? I like to go to the nude beach when the weather is nice. Our beach is probably typical. It's really about nudism, not sex. People don't have sex there. They don't even masturbate. You pretty much never see anyone with an erection. At the same time, it's understood that erections are natural. If someone were to become erect, it wouldn't be cosidered sexual, or bad, or anything else. But still, one just doesn't get erect. I used to play some volleyball, bring down some beers, and drink a can with a friend or two, search for seaglass, and have nice conversations, just like everyone else. One time, I was just idly sitting on a rock, looking out at some young guys standing in knee deep water. One had a shaved crotch area, and he was quite attractive. Suddenly, it occurred to me that my penis had become fully erect. I was shocked, and embarrassed, but what could I do? The young man saw me, and quickly looked away. Then he turned back, and winked! I was so glad he did that. It made me feel much better. The damned erection wouldn't go down. I sat on the rock for a while facing the ocean, even after the young swimmers left. I was trying to figure out what to do about the erection. I couldn't just walk back to the part of the beach where I had left my blanket, beer cooler and stuff like that, could I? But I could. Why not? Besides, what choice did I have? Gathering up my curage, I stood up. Now, everyone could easily see my erection. Acting more proudly than I felt, I boldly walked back to my blanket. On the way, I passed two young women who were trying not to point and over react, but they were kind of tittering. I could deal with that. In fact, I was kind of proud in a way. Go figure! I passed an older gent, a fellow even older than me, who kind of frowned. Or so I thought. As I passed, I kind of muttered, "I just naturally get hard easily," as if I need to somehow excuse my condition. He replied, "No worries there, mate," and he flashed me a big smile. I guess he hadn't been frowning after all. I made it back to my blanket, threw on my clothes and headed home. I had to process what had just happened. It took me until the next weekend. I decided the whole thing was not only OK, it was rebelliously nice. What I mean by that, is our staid old beach could use some shaking up. If a guy has an erection, it is perfectly natural, after all. Secretly, I wished ours was a sexual nude beach, but one takes what one can get. The next weekend I went out to the beach, perfectly resigned, even looking forward, to having another public erection. It didn't happen. Oh, I had a nice time, talking to some guys, a super-cute chick who was unfortunately too young for me, and found an interesting pebble with a couple of holes through it. I've been back to the beach a half-dozen times. I keep thinking I'd really like to have an erection again, but so far, it just hasn't happened. I'm not yet bold enough to rub myself in front of the crowd, but I keep wondering what would happen if I actually started jerking off in front of everyone?