Moving from Cincinnati to San Clemente, CA in the mid 80's I was lucky enough to find a condo for rent right near the beach where the surfers park. Better yet, my condo was just across the sidewalk from one of the hot tubs for the complex. Big one that would easily hold 20 or more people. It was surrounded by shrubs so most couldn't see in but through my kitchen window I could see under the shrubs and see quite a bit.
Not only could I occasionally see some from our complex go in later at night and skinny dip and then have sex on the concrete surrounding the water, if it wasn't too late, I would just walk across the sidewalk and help myself to a great show as I walked in quietly and 'accidently' catch them in the act. Couldn't care less about seeing her, but very curious about what he might be packing and was usually pretty pleased with the ones I decided to visit.
San Clemente is just outside the gates of Camp Pendleton Marine Base where hundreds and hundreds of 18-21 yr old young male marines that are sent from all over the US for boot camp. On Friday nights, they would parade past my house right on PCH going into town to let off some steam. Most would wave as they passed and a few would stop to pet the two Dalmatians and strike up a conversation. Especially the ones from smaller farm towns who were not used to all this. Over time I sorta got to know several of them and they would come to my place just to visit. Even bring some friends. They were always open to a case of beer and a dip in the hot tub. Of course that meant they either had to change into a suit I gave them or simply went skinny dipping once we got there. Either way I got to check out these hot young well built 18-20 yr old marines.
Also, I could be out walking my two Damatians in the surfer parking lot as well and run into a lone surfer coming up from the ocean and preparing to change out of his wetsuit. They were almost always very friendly - particularly at night and especially with two friendly Dalmatians. So, standing right next to them as they remove their wet suits and towel dry was not an issue. They were used to changing in front of other guys.
On the evenings that was maybe even chilly, I would offer them a nice warm dip in the hot tub just 25 yrds from where we stood and they would almost always accept. This means I would get to see them as well get totally naked two more times before we would go our own ways.
Sometimes I would even see their trucks and vans still there late at night and would go down to the beach a quiet lesser traveled path only to catch them at water's edge totally naked in the moonlight as they wiggled out of their wetsuits and took a quick naked dip in the ocean. I was back along the wall and under the trees unseen - watching and enjoying. Once in a while I'd make myself known from a distance and two times even joined them in a late night swim.
One surfer was just so hot I could hardly contain myself. 6'1", olive skin, black hair, former football player for UCLA, well built with those thick legs and incredible smile and now living with his parents a couple miles inland. His name was Trevor and he was a regular at the beach for his surfing fix. We'd spoken several times in the parking lot as well as down at the beach with the dogs.
He was in the marines and would even bring some of his marine buddies over to my house once in a while. They had no problem confronting me with my homosexuality but almost always in private. They would stop in without him or I'd see them at the beach with others. When they'd stop into my place alone, they would be the ones to make the first move. Afterall, they hadn't had any sex for quite some time and they knew they could probably get something from me if they were playing their cards right. And some of them did.
He jumped at the chance to do a hot tub with me, so we had to stop in to my place to get my suit and drop off the dogs and walk across to the hot tub and change in the men's room. Oh, it felt good and many times would be able to easily get them out of their suits with no effort at all and we'd just both swim around the large hot tub totally naked. Couldn't really do anything with them but gawk and soak it all in AND I DID FOR SURE!! This guy was no different. Even when we got back across the sidewalk to my condo, we'd just stay naked while he was there and nobody seemed to mind at all. He readily made it known that nudity was not an issue with him at all.
One night about a month later, after we had gone back to the hot tub on several occasions, he asked if he could go get his girlfriend and bring her over. I told him sure. I mean it was a Saturday night, I would expect him to be with his girl. He hadn't seen her at all this week and was really needing her company badly. I decided to meet them at the gate when he returned and let them go in alone to have their 'privacy'. Or so they thought.