As I wrote earlier, I used to see a lot of naked guys in public baths in my home country. And when I first moved to the States, I had high hopes to see more naked people of diverse races. However, after a few visits to recreational centers in my new university, I discovered the overall prudishness of Americans, especially the younger generation, and was quite disappointed.
Then a friend of mine from Canada told me about a nude beach next to his university in Vancouver. He said he was a regular there. I remember I was so fascinated by his story. A nude beach next to a university? Really? How come I didn’t hear about that? If I had known earlier, I would have applied there. And I’d see naked guys every day. Should I transfer now?
However, it was years after when I experienced my first nude beach. I was visiting Toronto with my fiancee and learned that there was a nude beach called Hanlan’s Point on Toronto island. Excited, I persuaded her to go to the beach with me. I said, “It is clothing optional, so we can have our swimsuits on.” And she reluctantly agreed.
As we approached the beach, the first thing we saw was a very nice view of downtown Toronto. Then I saw a sign saying “You are entering a clothing optional area.” My heart started pounding. After years of wait, I was finally going to experience my first nude beach. And there they were.. My first nude beach folks -- One old couple in their 70s lying down and tanning and another naked old man standing in the water. Looks like there were a couple more men sitting far from where we were, who also looked old. I was baffled. “Is this all? And there are no younger people?”
This was completely different from what we imagined. It looked and felt like a public bath I had visited at 5am in the morning a while ago, where there were several grandpas and I was the only young person. We were discussing whether or not to stay. I suggested that we stay at least 30 mins and see what happens. She agreed and we lay down on our mat, hoping to watch some more naked (and hopefully younger) people. To my delight, a couple of young guys in their 20s soon arrived and were setting up chairs near us. I thought “this is promising.” However, they only took off their shirts but not the shorts. Sigh…
Next 30 minutes were uneventful -- we saw a quite overweight nude gay couple in 50s or 60s holding hands and walking by and another naked guy with skinny but sagging body wearing a shiny cockring. Did we pick a wrong day and a wrong time? I’m not sure. It was a pretty disappointing experience for me.
A few years after that, I had an opportunity to visit my second nude beach. This time I was on my business trip to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. From the concierge desk, I heard that there’s a famous nude beach called Haulover beach not far from the hotel. The person whom I talked to told me that I wouldn’t be disappointed. I happened to have an off-day in the middle of my 5 day trip, so I decided to give it a shot.
I parked my car in a pretty big parking lot across the street. To get to the beach, I had to go through some narrow pathway. When I started walking down the path, I saw another guy walking toward me. He was wearing very skimpy shorts only and when he was passing me I could clearly see the outline of his cock - both the head and the shaft. I was getting excited.
And when I finally got to the beach, wow, the scene did not disappoint me. A white sandy beach with emerald blue Florida ocean was one thing. But there were hundreds of naked people, men and women, enjoying the sun. My head was spinning. This was indeed the nude beach I was imagining.
It was a hot day, and I came there rather unprepared. All I packed was a water bottle, some snacks, and a towel from the hotel. I realized that I forgot my sunscreen, so I decided to rent a shade from a rental shop there. One of the guys at the shop was walking with me while carrying a big umbrella.
“Where do you want me to set it up?”, he asked.
“Is there a male-only section?”, I looked around and then asked him shyly.
“This is actually the straight area, and the gay area is the other side. You should rent from another shop there. We only cover this area.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
“No problem, I am a gay guy myself, so I totally understand.” He winked at me. What a nice guy.
The crowd at the gay area was as big as the straight crowd. Literally hundreds of naked guys around me enjoying themselves. I was so excited. I debated with myself whether or not to get completely naked, but after seeing a bunch of big dicks flopping around, I got self conscious, so I took off my shirt and lay down on my towel with my shorts on.
I enjoyed every moment of my time there, Initially, it was all those cocks that filled my eyes. Various shapes and colors. Some with piercings. A couple of erections here and there. But after a while, I started seeing how beautiful the beach was -- clear, blue water meeting blue sky dotted with white clouds, sunlight reflecting over the white sand and water. My initial anxiety and excitement was gone and I was getting more and more relaxed.
Then I noticed that a guy who was like 5 feet from me kept looking at me. He was completely naked, lying down on his stomach, looked to be in late 30s or early 40s, and was wearing sunglasses. I initially ignored his glances, but soon started wondering if he was interested in me. That thought gave me a tingling sensation in my stomach.
“Where are you from?”, he finally asked me.
“Midwest, you?”
“I’m from Toronto.”
“Oh, I was in Toronto a few years back.”
We started chit-chatting. He was here for a business trip as well and had been to this beach multiple times. He said this is one of the best beaches he’d been to. I told him about my disappointing experience at Hanlan’s point. He laughed.
He asked me to watch his stuff while he’s dipping in the water. Then got up and walked to the ocean. He was not a model but had quite a nice body and above average soft cock. When he got out of the water, his cock was shrunk a bit but it was still sizable. I also noticed his face was quite handsome. He thanked me and lay down on his stomach again.
“How come you don’t take off those shorts?”
“I’m shy.”
“Don’t be. No one will judge you.”
“I will think about it. Maybe later.”
“Can you put some oil on my back?”
“Sure.”
He handed me a bottle of oil and I put it all over his back. I was hoping that he would turn over and ask me to do the front as well, but he didn’t ask that. My silly thought.
“Are you married?” He must have noticed the ring on my finger.
“Yes.”
“To a woman or to a man?”
“To a woman. How about you?”
“I’m married to a man.”
Then out of the blue, “I am hard now.”, he said.
While I was thinking what to say, he slightly lifted his right hip and showed me his hard cock. It was quite big and thick.
“Wow. That’s a nice one.”
“Are you hard, too?”
“Yeah”
“Will you show me yours?”
I hesitated. There were too many eyes around me and I didn’t want to take off my shorts just to reveal my hard cock.
“I’m sorry, I’m not really comfortable with that.”
“It’s okay. I just wanted to see your dick.”
He seemed unfazed by my rejection, though. He wanted to continue our conversation, so we talked about various things for quite some time. And when it was time for me to leave, he decided to leave as well. We packed our stuff and walked together to the parking lot.
“It was nice talking to you”, I stretched out my hand.
“Same here. Hey, my hotel is close to here. Do you want to stop by?”, he said while shaking my hand.
“Umm.. What do you want to do?”
“Anything you are comfortable with.”
It was a very tempting offer. And the guy who was offering it was quite attractive. And I had already seen him naked and hard. His body looked good. However, I was newly married and scared about making any moves. I thought I would just watch naked men. I never expected someone would ask me to get intimate with him. So I had to decline his offer,
“I’m sorry. I have a really early start next morning.”
“Ugh, I really wanted to get to know you better.”
He seemed really disappointed this time. He gave me his email address and asked me to contact him if I change my mind. And we parted our ways.
When I got back to my hotel, I felt really bad. That same old struggle about my sexuality that I suffered from for my entire life was flaring up again. Even after I got married, my body was still craving for men. I wanted to follow him badly, but I just couldn’t do it. I regretted going to the beach that day. And I hated myself.
The next morning, I learned that I got badly sunburned all over my upper body and my face -- I underestimated Florida sun and thought being under the shade would protect me. I was dead wrong. My coworkers asked me what happened to my face. I just said “I walked around without sunscreen on.”
Then a friend of mine from Canada told me about a nude beach next to his university in Vancouver. He said he was a regular there. I remember I was so fascinated by his story. A nude beach next to a university? Really? How come I didn’t hear about that? If I had known earlier, I would have applied there. And I’d see naked guys every day. Should I transfer now?
However, it was years after when I experienced my first nude beach. I was visiting Toronto with my fiancee and learned that there was a nude beach called Hanlan’s Point on Toronto island. Excited, I persuaded her to go to the beach with me. I said, “It is clothing optional, so we can have our swimsuits on.” And she reluctantly agreed.
As we approached the beach, the first thing we saw was a very nice view of downtown Toronto. Then I saw a sign saying “You are entering a clothing optional area.” My heart started pounding. After years of wait, I was finally going to experience my first nude beach. And there they were.. My first nude beach folks -- One old couple in their 70s lying down and tanning and another naked old man standing in the water. Looks like there were a couple more men sitting far from where we were, who also looked old. I was baffled. “Is this all? And there are no younger people?”
This was completely different from what we imagined. It looked and felt like a public bath I had visited at 5am in the morning a while ago, where there were several grandpas and I was the only young person. We were discussing whether or not to stay. I suggested that we stay at least 30 mins and see what happens. She agreed and we lay down on our mat, hoping to watch some more naked (and hopefully younger) people. To my delight, a couple of young guys in their 20s soon arrived and were setting up chairs near us. I thought “this is promising.” However, they only took off their shirts but not the shorts. Sigh…
Next 30 minutes were uneventful -- we saw a quite overweight nude gay couple in 50s or 60s holding hands and walking by and another naked guy with skinny but sagging body wearing a shiny cockring. Did we pick a wrong day and a wrong time? I’m not sure. It was a pretty disappointing experience for me.
A few years after that, I had an opportunity to visit my second nude beach. This time I was on my business trip to Fort Lauderdale, Florida. From the concierge desk, I heard that there’s a famous nude beach called Haulover beach not far from the hotel. The person whom I talked to told me that I wouldn’t be disappointed. I happened to have an off-day in the middle of my 5 day trip, so I decided to give it a shot.
I parked my car in a pretty big parking lot across the street. To get to the beach, I had to go through some narrow pathway. When I started walking down the path, I saw another guy walking toward me. He was wearing very skimpy shorts only and when he was passing me I could clearly see the outline of his cock - both the head and the shaft. I was getting excited.
And when I finally got to the beach, wow, the scene did not disappoint me. A white sandy beach with emerald blue Florida ocean was one thing. But there were hundreds of naked people, men and women, enjoying the sun. My head was spinning. This was indeed the nude beach I was imagining.
It was a hot day, and I came there rather unprepared. All I packed was a water bottle, some snacks, and a towel from the hotel. I realized that I forgot my sunscreen, so I decided to rent a shade from a rental shop there. One of the guys at the shop was walking with me while carrying a big umbrella.
“Where do you want me to set it up?”, he asked.
“Is there a male-only section?”, I looked around and then asked him shyly.
“This is actually the straight area, and the gay area is the other side. You should rent from another shop there. We only cover this area.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
“No problem, I am a gay guy myself, so I totally understand.” He winked at me. What a nice guy.
The crowd at the gay area was as big as the straight crowd. Literally hundreds of naked guys around me enjoying themselves. I was so excited. I debated with myself whether or not to get completely naked, but after seeing a bunch of big dicks flopping around, I got self conscious, so I took off my shirt and lay down on my towel with my shorts on.
I enjoyed every moment of my time there, Initially, it was all those cocks that filled my eyes. Various shapes and colors. Some with piercings. A couple of erections here and there. But after a while, I started seeing how beautiful the beach was -- clear, blue water meeting blue sky dotted with white clouds, sunlight reflecting over the white sand and water. My initial anxiety and excitement was gone and I was getting more and more relaxed.
Then I noticed that a guy who was like 5 feet from me kept looking at me. He was completely naked, lying down on his stomach, looked to be in late 30s or early 40s, and was wearing sunglasses. I initially ignored his glances, but soon started wondering if he was interested in me. That thought gave me a tingling sensation in my stomach.
“Where are you from?”, he finally asked me.
“Midwest, you?”
“I’m from Toronto.”
“Oh, I was in Toronto a few years back.”
We started chit-chatting. He was here for a business trip as well and had been to this beach multiple times. He said this is one of the best beaches he’d been to. I told him about my disappointing experience at Hanlan’s point. He laughed.
He asked me to watch his stuff while he’s dipping in the water. Then got up and walked to the ocean. He was not a model but had quite a nice body and above average soft cock. When he got out of the water, his cock was shrunk a bit but it was still sizable. I also noticed his face was quite handsome. He thanked me and lay down on his stomach again.
“How come you don’t take off those shorts?”
“I’m shy.”
“Don’t be. No one will judge you.”
“I will think about it. Maybe later.”
“Can you put some oil on my back?”
“Sure.”
He handed me a bottle of oil and I put it all over his back. I was hoping that he would turn over and ask me to do the front as well, but he didn’t ask that. My silly thought.
“Are you married?” He must have noticed the ring on my finger.
“Yes.”
“To a woman or to a man?”
“To a woman. How about you?”
“I’m married to a man.”
Then out of the blue, “I am hard now.”, he said.
While I was thinking what to say, he slightly lifted his right hip and showed me his hard cock. It was quite big and thick.
“Wow. That’s a nice one.”
“Are you hard, too?”
“Yeah”
“Will you show me yours?”
I hesitated. There were too many eyes around me and I didn’t want to take off my shorts just to reveal my hard cock.
“I’m sorry, I’m not really comfortable with that.”
“It’s okay. I just wanted to see your dick.”
He seemed unfazed by my rejection, though. He wanted to continue our conversation, so we talked about various things for quite some time. And when it was time for me to leave, he decided to leave as well. We packed our stuff and walked together to the parking lot.
“It was nice talking to you”, I stretched out my hand.
“Same here. Hey, my hotel is close to here. Do you want to stop by?”, he said while shaking my hand.
“Umm.. What do you want to do?”
“Anything you are comfortable with.”
It was a very tempting offer. And the guy who was offering it was quite attractive. And I had already seen him naked and hard. His body looked good. However, I was newly married and scared about making any moves. I thought I would just watch naked men. I never expected someone would ask me to get intimate with him. So I had to decline his offer,
“I’m sorry. I have a really early start next morning.”
“Ugh, I really wanted to get to know you better.”
He seemed really disappointed this time. He gave me his email address and asked me to contact him if I change my mind. And we parted our ways.
When I got back to my hotel, I felt really bad. That same old struggle about my sexuality that I suffered from for my entire life was flaring up again. Even after I got married, my body was still craving for men. I wanted to follow him badly, but I just couldn’t do it. I regretted going to the beach that day. And I hated myself.
The next morning, I learned that I got badly sunburned all over my upper body and my face -- I underestimated Florida sun and thought being under the shade would protect me. I was dead wrong. My coworkers asked me what happened to my face. I just said “I walked around without sunscreen on.”
