San Onofre

I’d read online that San Onofre Beach could get pretty wild. This was years ago when nudity was still allowed. I’d seen photos online as evidence. I even found a photo of a guy I recognized from work, standing on the beach with an erection. I decided to check it out.

I was in LA for work but flew in early, rented a car, and drove down. I got there before noon and stripped off the thin shorts I was wearing. There weren’t many people. The key, I’d read was to walk south into the Camp Pendleton part of the beach. It was clearly marked to tell you that you were crossing into military territory and that it was illegal to do so, and the signs nearly stopped me. But I didn’t see any buildings or military guards, so I kept going.

I dropped my towel maybe 150 yards south of the line and looked around. There were a few guys scattered about. No one was close and they weren’t close to one another. About 45 minutes after I got there, a somewhat younger couple settled in not too far from me, maybe 15 yards away. She was better looking than he was. She was a good-looking, very curvy woman, sexy in slightly hooker-ish way. He was just a touch beyond pudgy, but not nearly to the point of fat.

They started fooling around almost immediately, kissing and groping each other’s naked bodies. Guys seemed to appear out of nowhere, standing behind them near the cliffs at the back of the beach, stroking their cocks. One or two just picked up and moved their towels closer to watch this couple get it on.

I was fascinated. The guys who moved close stroked themselves to climax and moved away. By this time the couple was full-on fucking. As they did, the guy would hold his digital camera up and take photos. It looked like a very good automatic camera, good enough that it almost looked like a selfie porn shoot, but verging on professional. Who knows, right?

I gathered my stuff up and wandered toward the shore, then back around to the north side of them. I finally got close enough to watch them, seeing his cock slide into her wet pussy. Every minute or two, they’d stop and he’d take a picture of his dick in her pussy or his ass poised to push his cock deep into her. Another minute and he’d take a shot of his other hand gripping her breast. It all looked a little awkward. I was maybe six feet away. I spoke up and offered to take pictures for him. He declined. I watched them for a few more minutes, then moved on. 

I was struck by my own reaction to all this. I hadn’t gotten hard. It was more like seeing an oddity at the traveling carnival than anything truly sexy.

I settled back down a little further north on the beach. The couple continued their copulation, then, presumably after he came, they headed north. I could see them taking more photos of her around the empty lifeguard tower on the state side of the line. She’d pose for him shaking her boobs toward the camera or sitting with her legs wide open. Eventually, they moved out of sight.

Later, I noticed an Asian-American man strolling the beach. He’d slowly walk up to guys sitting alone on the beach, start talking, then move on. I didn’t pay much attention. About half an hour later, I noticed that he’d been staying with one guy quite a while. I looked more carefully and saw that he’d sat down next to the guy and was stroking the man’s cock. As I watched, I saw him lean over to take the man’s cock into his mouth. Then he’d sit back up and resume stroking the guy.

It was getting late. I grabbed my stuff, wandered south for a bit just to see what else was here. I saw a guy laying out with no one in sight stroking his hard dick. When I got closer, he stopped, but laid there with his hardon pulsing up off his belly. I kept strolling for a few more minutes, and turned back north, determined to call it a day. I passed the solo stroker again. This time he kept stroking. I kept walking.

I stood at the back of the beach, gazing out at the beach and the few men laying around on it. The Asian-American man was headed my way, his backpack over his shoulder. His trajectory brought him very close and, as he passed by, he reached over and squeezed my dick and said, “Nice cock.” I watched him walk past. A few steps away, he stopped to turn and look at me. Silently, I followed him. He led me to a ravine in the cliffs at the back of the beach.

After we were out of sight to most of the beach, he set his backpack down, gripped my cock again, and started stroking it. He quickly got me hard. I hadn’t held another man’s cock in my hands for many years, but his hardon was growing next to me. I gripped it lightly and started gliding my hand up and down his shaft.

I noticed that he still had his foreskin intact. I’d never seen an uncircumcised cock before, much less held one. I could see the slit peering out of the foreskin which was wrapped tightly around the glans, but otherwise it looked very unfamiliar to me. Apparently it was obvious to my partner that I didn’t know what to do. He reached down and retracted his foreskin. We went back to stroking each other’s hard cocks. In a few minutes, I was ready to cum. My new friend knew it and stroked me to completion, my knees nearly buckling. His hand wet with my cum, he grabbed his own cock and stroked himself, while I fondled his balls. He came a minute later.

We walked back out of the beach and up the trail, introducing ourselves to each other and talking generally about San Onofre. He said he lived near enough to make it several times a year and that he enjoyed stroking and sucking many men’s cocks on his visits. We remained naked until we were near the parking lot, where we each slipped on shorts. We shook hands, headed to our separate cars, and we each drove away.