I lived in San Diego a long time before I decided to try Blacks Beach. When I finally went, I realized what I'd been missing. I love being nude outdoors but I didn't realize how much better it was being nude with hundreds of other nudists at the same time.
Anyway, today was only the second time I'd been to Blacks Beach, which is a nude beach at Point Loma in San Diego. I was ready to spend the whole day there. I had on my black, onionskin jogging shorts for the trip down the hill from the parking lot (It's about a 200 ft. hike down a steep cliff). I had my spray oil and a water pack. I also had a little smoke to help me relax.
I locked up my car and started down the cliff. I wanted to strip off my clothes before the hike down, but there are other businesses at the top of the cliffs, and that's where the shorts helped out. The liner in the jogging shorts was easy to move to the side and let everything hang free, so I pulled it to the side and let my cock and balls get some fresh air. It was quite exhilarating. I had to make some fairly large steps down the steep cliff which totally exposed me to anyone watching. But the closer I got to the beach the less it mattered. I passed a good looking blonde girl on the way up who was nude. She was looking up as I was stepping down a two foot step. She just kept starring as I passed by, which started to get me a bit aroused. That made it difficult to hike down as now the thin material was tickling my semi-erect cock with each step I took. I tucked it back into the liner quickly and pointed it down so I could continue without walking along with a tent in my shorts.
As I got to the bottom of the path to the beach, a man who must have been in his 40s was standing off to the side, nude, with his massive, well tanned cock sticking straight out. As I walked by he would reach up and stroke himself a bit and then stop. He kept repeating this as I walked away. (I looked back) I called him "The Greeter." When I got about 50 ft away he just started to openly wank himself off. My cock was reacting to the spectacle by pushing my thin lining further down. It wasn't that obvious to anyone who saw me, I don't think, but I didn't care anyway.
I was hot now from the hike and decided to start the day off with a swim. I found a good spot to drop my things including my shorts. I was still semi-erect but I figured as long as I didn't have a full on woody, nobody would mind. The water seemed like it was very far away. The stimulation from the sun, the wind, the walking and the other nude bodies all around was having an effect on me. About half way to the water I was sporting a full erection. I still had to pass some guys walking down the beach who started pointing at me. There was nothing I could do so I just kept going. My cock was swinging back and forth as I walked. After I passed the group, I jogged the rest of the way, but then it just bounced up and down. It actually felt great but was a bit embarrassing. I finally got deep enough into the water to swim and submerged myself.
Every once in a while some good sets of waves would roll in. I dove through several and when the water mellowed out a bit I could see around me. The beach here is enormous, stretching out in both directions for as far as you could see. At the tops of the cliffs the hang gliders were taking off and flying up and down the beach. The thought crossed my mind that if someone got too caught up in the scenery at the beach they might crash into the cliffs. I wondered if it had ever happened…
BLOOSSHH! I was slammed by a crashing wave. My face was planted into the sand at the bottom. I was swirling around in all directions. When I finally figured out which way was up again, another wave crashed down on my head. I was more ready this time and didn't fare so badly. I stood up, dazed, and looked around. I'd been washed back into shore and was only in two feet of water. The waves had taken my breath away and I decided to go back to the beach. The water was chilly enough to chill my member out a bit. I love the look of my cut cock after an erection. It's full, but it hangs well. It's something to be proud of, I think, at eight inches hard and about five & a half while hanging.
I leisurely strode back to the place I had dropped my things, taking in the scenery. I was at the "entrance" to the beach and there were a lot of overweight people here. "Fine for them," I thought, "but I like the exercise that hiking down the beach brings." I gathered my things and started on my way north up the beach. I kept walking slowly, making sure I didn't miss anything. The typical nude volleyball game was going on in one place. It looked like a nudist club gathering, so I slowed my pace and watched them as I walked up. Nude volleyball is quite a spectacle. As people jump, nothing is held in place. Tits and cocks flopping and spinning around in circles, slapping back and forth. How they can do that without feeling stimulated is beyond me.
I started feeling the heat again and continued on. I thought I should put on some tanning oil. It's only SPF 4, but that means I can get sixteen hours of sun instead of four, before burning. In addition, it's enjoyable to put on.
There were random, small groups of people in the area, but the beach is so huge here that everyone is pretty well spaced out. I put down my things and got my oil out. I sprayed a liberal amount of oil all over my body, tossed the bottle down and began to massage it into myself. I started with my face and ears, and then moved to my arms, then my chest. Then I bent over and rubbed the oil into one leg starting at the ankle, moving up my legs, brushing by my balls, and then going to the other ankle. I worked my way up and began rubbing the oil into my cock and balls and ass. I was rock hard in a matter of seconds, but I only rubbed the oil in without any obvious extra stroking. I got as much of it on my back as I could and then stood back up. I looked around from behind my sunglasses to see if anyone had been watching.
I was sure that I was being watched by several people around the area but it was hard to tell with all their sunglasses. I started on up the beach, now fully oiled up and sporting my large cock out in front of me. As the beach was getting a little sparser with people, I gained confidence in my nudity. Walking around now with my hard cock wasn't such a big deal, but it did begin to lower a bit as I walked, which was good for now. For a while, I passed lots of people, but none so closely that I could see much activity.
I walked for about 15 minutes and started feeling like a swim was in order again. The beach was narrower here, but not by much. I found a spot by the cliffs to drop off my things. Someone else's things were about 20 feet away but there was nobody around that I could see. I ran to the water as fast as I could this time, all the while my cock was flopping violently as I ran. By the time I got to the water I was rock hard. I ran in and began to cool off. I love swimming with a hard on, as my cock sort of "wags" as I swim. It's like a rudder. I stayed in the water for a bit this time. When I finally got out I was a bit chilly and was looking forward to a little basking in the sun.
I got back to my spot and laid down on my front, soaking up some rays. I was only there for a few minutes when, walking down the beach towards me had to be the most handsome specimen of a male I'd ever seen. He was blond, with an even, golden tan all over his mostly hairless body. He was muscular, and well defined but not some kind of hulk. He was watching his large, semi-erect cock swaying back and forth as he walked. I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I was getting very hard in the sand as I watched, as he kept coming towards me, almost in slow motion. When he got about 20 feet away he turned toward the cliff and walked to the stuff that I'd seen earlier. "Oh, that's his stuff" I thought.
He picked through his things then climbed up to a place I hadn't noticed earlier. It was a place on a corner cliff with a notch taken out, leaving a large flat deck like area. This guy proceeded to climb up there and sort of pose. He'd lean with one arm against the cliff and the other on his hip, shifting his weight from one side to the other, causing his butt cheeks to flex. It was like he was working over his cock from the way he was posing, without actually touching it. His member would jump up on its own occasionally and then bounce up and down a few times. He carried on like this for a long time.
When he climbed down from his perch he got into his things again. He took out a bottle and squirted some hot oil into his palm and climbed back up with one hand. He plopped it into his chest and began to spread it around. It dripped right down onto his cock as he rubbed his chest. He did his arms and then went to the main muscle. He slowly rubbed the oil in using circular motions around his cock. His other hand cupping his balls and squeezing.
I really didn't know what to do. Even though I was only a few feet away, he never seemed to look over at me. I got the impression that he was doing his own thing and didn't care if someone watched but didn't want to be bothered either. I finally sat up and turned over. My cock was throbbing so hard that it stood up off my abs. I didn't touch it, but just turned my head so I could continue to watch the show. Even though I was so close, he never looked like he looked over at me, but there was nobody else around. He kept getting oil and rubbing himself down with it. His cock was now pointing straight up and out. I'd guess that was a good eight inches around. He pushed it down and let it fling back up and slap his belly button. Then he did it again, encircling his cock with his fists. He stroked it slowly so that the head would slide out of his fists and then let it slap up again. Then he just stood there staring out to sea, naked and hard. Every muscle on his body seemed hard. I stood up and brushed off the sand. I looked out to sea to see if I could tell what was getting his interest. When I turned around to see him again, he was gone! I turned and looked all around. Weird! His stuff was gone too. Very weird! That guy had a body that burned an image into my minds eye that I still have not forgotten.
I got a bit creeped out by his sudden disappearance and decided to go further up the beach. But first I had a little smoke and drank some water to re-hydrate. I immediately started feeling the euphoric effects of the smoke. I started walking up the beach, still holding my breath from my last toke. My sand covered cock was full but not hard, just kind of sticking out on its own a bit. I walked back to the water to continue up the beach because the sand was getting hot now.
I passed a couple of dunes that looked like they had been built by bulldozers. And then a lifeguard tower with nobody around. "I didn't know there were any lifeguards on this beach" I thought to myself. As I passed by it, I realized that there was somebody on its deck tanning himself. I didn't see any red so I figured someone just commandeered the tower for tanning.
From here on, past the tower, almost all I saw were guys. A group of about ten really handsome guys passed right by me as I was walking. Each one was in various states of excitement from flaccid to totally erect, although that one's was very skinny. I stopped as they walked up and asked, "How much farther does this beach go?"
