I seem to have two sides to my life: to my 'normal' world I'm a βnormalβ guy - however I have another life that steps over into the realm of the outrageous. And I have to say that over the past few years I has gotten out of control - however I recently moved and now live in a place that is much more conservative and I have to say is helping me calm my wilder side. What I describe is all 100% true.
I guess it started in with a trip to Paros in Greece - I was on a vacation with a friend and found that I liked beach combing on my own. I would walk for miles - one day I came across a beach that had mostly nude people on it. From my prudish childhood - this was the first time that I had seen people naked outside. It took no time at all before I was also naked. Being the first time I selected to strip in a less populated area of the beach. It was an amazing feeling - I was totally naked. I was far enough away from anybody for it to be fairly academic - nobody could see me. But still just the thought of being seen was driving me insane. Little did I know that within a few minutes I young woman would walk past me - with a few feet of where I was sitting. She didn't seem to care or even take any notice of me. The effect on me however resulted in a raging erection. I will never forget that first time naked on a beach.
From then on vacations were always a chance to get naked outside, to be seen was something that seemed to really turn me on. I then spent many summer vacations naked at some point - even if it was just an empty beach. The turning point was when I went to Futaventura. I had been there once before with some friends and never had the chance to experience the freedom that many have there. On this second trip my only purpose was to be as naked as much as I possibly could.
Within an hour of checking in at the Apartment I was back out on the beach (Flag Beach) naked and walking - felling pretty relaxed. I'd had this feeling of being naked outside many times. However this time was going to turn out to be different.
For the most part the beach was empty - Futeventura has huge sand dunes and a beach that is probably a mile or so wide. Because of the strong winds people have built up protective wind break circles out of stones - I was looking for an empty one and eventually came across one that was vacant. It was close to a path between the dunes and the beach - anybody walking south along the path would have an unobstructed view into my wind break circle. I was lying face down thinking about this very fact when I started to get erect. I normally had managed to keep this under control - however this time I figured I would play a dare for myself - as soon as I was fully erect I would - without checking - flip over on to my back. Anybody on the path would have a view of my cock. To my dismay the path was empty, I check around and there was nobody around. Being disappointed with this and now determined to be seen erect, I decided to go for a walk (still erect). My plan was to act as if my erection wasn't anything special - even though I hadn't seen any sexual activity on the beach. My thoughts and actions were just contributing to my stiffy - I was bursting and my heart was pounding.