In the days following my experience at the shower block I kept replaying the events over and over in my mind. The memories brought up a mix of emotions, including humiliation, nervousness (that the pictures might surface somewhere), but most of all excitement. I couldn't believe how excited the whole ordeal had made me and how aroused I became thinking back on everything. I desperately needed to chase that thrill again.
I knew I could never fabricate a scenario that played out exactly the same as my last encounter and I was very aware of how dangerous it would be to try. I had been lucky the last time, things could have turned out much differently for me. All the same I knew that I wanted to experience something similar, I just had to find a way to do so in a safer and more controlled environment.
After a bit of searching online I found a nude beach a short drive away from where I lived at the time. The reviews said that due to its seclusion and the dense bushland surrounding it, it was mostly frequented by gay men who used the area as a bit of a hookup site. For this reason it was recommended that couples and families looking to relax try one of the other clothing-optional style beaches around there.
But this was perfect for what I was looking for. I started slow with my visits, still quite nervous and shy about being naked in public despite my previous experience. I always kept my visits to the early hours of morning, just after sunrise, or the late evening. Given that it was the peak of summer at the time it was still warm enough to swim even three of four hours after sunset.
This also meant that the beach was less crowded during these times as most people were heading to work or getting home to make dinner around these times. There would usually be a couple of people milling about, usually older men which was fine by me, and this allowed me to ease myself into it. I never had much interaction with any of them apart from the occasional smirk or extended glance at my tiny cock as I came out of the water. This was the case for every visit until one night, about 3 weeks after I'd started visiting, things went a little differently.
It had been an exceptionally hot day, even for that summer, so I'd decided to head down for a swim. Given how hot it was even that late in the evening I decided to head down a little later than usual, worried that there might be a larger crowd than the four of five people I'd encountered previously.
Dressing lightly in board shorts and a t-shirt, I packed a towel in a backpack and drove over to the beach. The car park sat on the top of a hill and backed onto the start of a nature walk with the beach itself resting further below, completely obscured from view. Not only did this give complete privacy to anyone down there, but it gave me the added benefit of not knowing how many people would be down there when I arrived. It was always a rush turning the last corner to see who was on the beach, knowing that it was too late to turn back and that I'd have to be shedding my clothes in front of all of them.
On this particular night there were no cars in the car park. This didn't necessarily mean that there was no one down there as the beach was within walking distance from the main road. The path that lead down to the beach was a winding dirt track through the bush land set on both sides with dense trees making it impossible to see around each corner. At this time of night I would only have the moonlight and my memory to help guide me down the track.
A sudden thought crossed my mind with a rush of excitement. I could strip now in the car and walk down there naked. If I met someone on the path I'd have no warning and nowhere to hide myself, I'd just have to keep walking, my naked shaved cock and balls bouncing with each step.
My heart was racing as I considered the possibility of this. I'm ashamed to say however that my nerves won and I decided against it. I did however decide to meet myself half way. I decided to take off my shoes and shirt and walk down in just my board shorts. I stashed them in my backpack and started making my way down the trail.
Having never walked down this path barefoot before I hadn't considered how painful and awkward the footing would be. Stubbing my toes and scratching my feet repeatedly, it took me a few minutes to get used to walking on the uneven path. I started thinking about the beach down the end of the track and wondering if I would find anyone down there. I was so lost in thought, staring down at the dark path beneath my feet, that I didn't hear the footsteps coming from around the corner.
As I rounded that corner about half way down the path I came face-to-face with an older man. It was dark enough that I couldn't make out many of his features but he stood about half a foot taller than me. I did a quick side step to avoid walking into him and smiled politely (not that he could make it out in the dark).
I was about to keep walking down the track when a sudden noise made me freeze in my tracks.
"For fuck sake!," he said.
It wasn't loud or aggressive, more like an exasperated sigh, but it made me stop all the same. Not sure what the problem was, but suddenly on my guard, I replied, "Is everything OK?".
