If It Happens, It Happens (Nude Beach)

Well, I don't know if this is the kind of thing you want to write about, but if so, go ahead, someone might enjoy reading it. So, sometimes I like to go to the nude beach on weekends. The first several times, I was thrilled, but nothing happened, then I went home and of course I jerked off. I mean, seeing all those pretty women and excellent guys made me horny. I was careful not to have an erection there on the beach in front of everyone. I mean, I checked it out, and no one else was getting erect. Now, I've heard of beaches where people do whatever they want, play around and what-not, but evidently my beach isn't one of them. Unfortunately, there are no other nude beaches for more than 100 miles north or south, or at least any that I know of, so I'll gladly make due with my beach. I mean, at least it is a nude beach, after all. And, there are usually like 100 people there on a good day. One time, I was feeling an erection coming on. It scared me. I mean, it would be totally embarrassing, right? So I laid face down on my towel until it was over, which took an annoyingly long time. A couple weeks later I was on the beach again. It was still early, only about a dozen people milling around, none close to me, and damn if I didn't start getting a stiffy again. Somehow, I was feeling bolder. I just let it happen. At one point, a couple of girls walked by, still dressed - they were just arriving, and I turned away, pretending to stare out at a sailboat way out on the ocean, but it was to hide my erection. Yes, about the girls. I'd like to see more on the beach. It's probably about 80% guys. And the women that are there, they often wear bottoms, or aren't that good-looking, at least in my opinion. But then again, seeing anyone nude is quite a turn-on for me. Anyway, one day shortly after that, and I guess I have to say my boldness was growing, I was trying to juggle three rocks, and an older man was sitting there applauding me. I smiled at him, but kind of shyly. I mean, was he gay and going to try to pick up on me? What a crazy thought! What would have been wrong with that? Nothing, right? I should have been honored, and I was, really. But mostly, I think he appreciated my attempt to juggle. Or actually, I was just enjoying being acknowledged. You see, going to the nude beach is a lonely thing. You go there, you try not to stare, but you want to look. You want something more. Maybe real human contact. But it doesn't seem to happen all that often. So you hang at the beach until you're risking sunburn, then you go home and jerk off. Getting back to the man watching me juggle: Suddenly I noticed he was just sitting there with a full erection. He wasn't trying to hide it. He must have been erect there for like 5 minutes, yet I hadn't noticed. Was his hardon because of me? Wow, what to think about that? I don't think I'm all that attractive, so this was really a great honor. But I didn't know how to react, so I smiled again, and then just walked away to another part of the beach. Over the next few weeks, his bold erection got me to thinking: Maybe it's OK. Maybe the whole beach thing, the way people don't really talk to each other - unless they came as a group, and the way no one gets erect, and no one fools around in any way, is because everyone is afraid to be the one to break the ice. I mean, I was really thinking about that a lot. I thought about it at work (forklift driver), I thought about it during meals, I even had a dream about it. Well sort of. I dreamed that I was called into the office for some sort of paperwork thing, and the accountant guy was this guy I had seen at the beach, and he was sitting at his desk with no shirt on. Then, he pushed away in his chair a few feet from the desk, and he was sporting an erection. In the dream, I was trying to act as if everything was normal, and woke up, almost in some sort of fright. So, like I said, I was thinking a lot about how no one is willing to break the ice at the beach. But what if someone did? And if so, who would it be? Well, by the looks of things, it would have to be me. That weekend I went back, determined to "do" something, although I didn't quite know what. In my fantasies, I would just get in a conversation with some people, I'd hit it off with a great-looking young woman, we'd start kissing. Then I'd kiss her breasts, and then before long, there we would be, doing it in front of everyone. The reality that day wasn't quite like the fantasy. I am rather a shy person, unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, whatever. Anyway, I did engage in conversation. I figured the best thing was to offer to teach some of the people to juggle rocks. I ended up with about 20 people who tried juggling, or at least talked with me about it. A few were women, most men. Then the day was over, and I went home. No erections. Well, one guy, he may have had a bit of a chubby. I was intrigued by that, but nothing came of it, of course. Oddly, although the experiment didn't really succeed, I had a good time, and had high hopes for subsequent visits. I went to the beach one last time before the end of the season, and knowing full well that the season was going to end, I was somewhat more emboldened. I had a few conversations, and at one point, something started to jell. Some people sitting near me, and who had tried juggling a few minutes earlier, had some extra bananas, and offered me one. I took that as an invitation to join their group. It was two couples. We sat on the sand and just started talking. I found out one of the guys is a medical student. The other is sort of like me: He's a delivery driver. One of the women is a court stenographer, and the other is a retail clerk, I think. It wasn't really clear whether she owns a retail store, or works in one, and I didn't find out what she sells. She was a beautiful, I mean, really knock-out redhead. The other girl was a bit rounded, but still beautiful. Oh yes, everyone was totally naked, and it was difficult for me to not focus on the redhead's shaven vagina. The guys were alright too. Both taller than me, both thin and athletic. The driver guy, was bald-headed and bearded, which I must say, is a rather attractive combination. As were were all just sitting there shooting the shit, the driver started idly touching the head of his penis, and it was starting to erect a bit. I don't know if he was aware of what he was doing - that he was doing that in public. This had an immediate and unfortunate effect on me. Or, I should say, fortunate. My penis started to rise. My first thought was to hide it. Run out to the water, or turn face down in the sand. But that would have obvious and awkward. OK, so here was my chance. Not that I had any option really, so I just let it happen. The redhead lightly teased me about it. Not evil at all. She was just making things 'normal' the way I figure it. She was saying something, if I remember correctly, like, "Oh, a woodie on the beach," and "The erection police will be here any minute." The driver saw me and guess what? He erected 100% right away. His girl, the heavier one, said something like "Oh, I like this." Now, the med student was getting hard too, and his girl, the redhead said he needed an 'examination.' At that point, she leaned all in and started giving him a blowjob. Right there on the beach, in front of everyone walking by! I decided it was OK with them if I watch, but at first I had to think about it. Like wasn't that a 'private' act? Shouldn't I look away or something? But no, they were doing it on purpose in front of us. The redhead was kind of flicking her fingers over her nipples, and her boyfriend was now starting to touch his penis, although it was staying soft. As this was all happening, about six or eight people stood near us, watching. One or two of the guys might have had their hands on their pricks, but I don't quite remember. I started stroking myself, just lightly, as I watched the blowjob in progress, and I guess that I shouldn't be surprised: I came right away, shooting several spurts right there into the sand. The blowjob and the erections didn't last long. The whole thing happened in about 5 minutes. No one else came, and we all resumed normal conversation. I'm pretty sure it was shyness taking over. Some sort of modesty. Because, we certainly could have done more. But we didn't. Shortly after that, we exchanged phone numbers and went our separate ways. No, I never did call anyone nor did they call me. It was pretty obvious that the four of them were two couples. I would have been a fifth wheel. But sometimes I think what could have happened. We could have all gotten together and had a five-way. I mean, who's to say that all five of us wouldn't have wanted that? And yet, shyness wins again. No one called, no one suggested it, not even me. I'll have to work on that.