Wanking on the Nude Beach

So I finally got to the so-called 'gay' side of the nude beach. I had been to the regular side a number of times. There, you'll find a mix of textile-covered college kids, and then if you walk farther south, you get to a bunch of mixed-gender volleyballers and others who are true nudists. They tend to frown on any sexual activity. Too bad, because I'd enjoy simply wanking while watching people go by. There's another side to the beach, hidden around a large rock outcropping. I didn't even know it existed until someone mentioned it online, and so I had to find out.  Getting there is difficult. You don't exactly have to be a rock climber, but it helps if you are nimble and fearless. Some people call it the 'gay' side, others just call it the 'other' side. When I stepped onto the sand and looked around, I noticed right away that it is a low tide-only beach. When I arrived, the sandy spots were only a few yards wide. I was glad I hadn't come any later. I took off all my clothes except my sandals. The sand was too hot to go barefoot. I stashed my stuff in my backpack, and started looking around. Initially I saw about six men there, plus one woman. She was quite beautiful, with moderately dark skin, Native American perhaps. She was thin, with long, straight, black hair reaching almost to her butt, small-breasted, and she shaved her crotch area. She was with a guy who was also young. He was quite white, tall, and kept his beard and hair cut close. You could tell by his two-tone tan that he, like me, didn't get to the nude beach often. When I arrived the two of them were just walking. It looked as if his dick was slightly enlarged, possibly a semi-hardon. Or maybe it was just naturally large. Most of the guys there were older, but one couldn't have been much over twenty. He was sitting on a towel by himself, just stroking his penis a little bit. It was fully hard. I knew I had come to the right place! I noticed a bit of an alcove against the cliff where it was so shady I couldn't see in against the bright sun everywhere else. When my eyes adjusted, I saw three guys. They appeared to be middle aged. Two were white, one black. All were thin, and seemed to be in their early forties. One was bald. I noticed they were engaged in some sort of activity, so I stepped closer until I could see clearly. Upon closer examination, the black guy was getting a blowjob from one of the white guys. The blowee was standing, while the blower was kneeling in the sand in front of him. The third guy was standing next to them, and just jerking off. He waved to me, as if saying, "Come on over and play with us." Having just arrived and being kind of shy, I indicated as best I could by body language, "Maybe later, thanks," and walked on. There were, as I recall, four others on the beach, all evidently part of the same group. All seemed to be in their sixties. Two of them were significantly pot-bellied. No one was doing anything in particular. They were just sitting on towels drinking beers and conversing. The young couple was now walking back the other way. She was holding his penis in one hand, which was definitely erect now. Cool! I was tempted to walk up to them and say "Hi," thinking and hoping they might be glad to have some sort of sexual activity with me, but again, I was too shy. Maybe next time, I was thinking. After spending some time just hanging out, then looking for interesting shells or seaglass, it was time to do what I came to do. I took up a spot where I could be seen by everyone, including the ones in the alcove, who were still doing... something. I couldn't quite see what. I was fairly close to the small, dark-haired young guy who was still just jerking off. He was occasionally looking at me, and I at him. I stood there and put my hands on my butt, and slid them up and down. My, that felt nice, in the sun, just touching my own butt like that. But that wasn't all I planned. I then lifted my shaved scrotum in one hand a few times, and then ever so gently tickled the surface. My penis started to raise up. Ever so gently, I stroked the frenulum with little quarter-inch motions, and that felt exquisite, as it always does. Finally, I was so in the sexual mood I could almost bust, so right there in front of everyone, I started wanking in earnest. The young couple had stopped walking and were looking unabashedly right at me, which is exactly what I wanted. The various guys on their towels were all idly watching me. Well not quite idly, one of them was now stroking his own penis while watching. Even though I didn't know him,  and he was twice my age, I felt in a way kindred. I continued to stroke, and got close to cumming. So I stopped, and did some walking. A little later, I did it again. I got, carefully, to the point of orgasm, and so close to ejaculating, that I had orgasmic contractions, and a single drop of cum slipped out and fell into the sand. But since it wasn't a full ejaculation, I stayed hard and stroked some more, bringing myself once more to orgasm after a couple of minutes. I'd like to say I released another drop of cum, and then stroked yet again, but unfortunately, I totally lost it in front of everyone and came with a crashing orgasm that weakened my knees and left me out of breath. The four guys on the towels clapped their hands in applause. The boy and girl looked appreciative. The young guy kept on stroking, but with what seemed an approving look on his face. I noticed his uncircumcised penis was very hard, the head, when it appeared from within his foreskin, glistening in the sun. I don't know what happened in the alcove because I couldn't see in there. My job was completed, and I was remarkably satisfied. Something else too. I felt proud for having the freedom to jerk off in front of strangers. I hiked back up the trail, already thinking about my next visit to the beach.