It was the summer of 1969, I was 19 and it was the first time that I planned on going to a nude beach. I stopped at the tourist info office and inquired about nude beaches in the area.
They asked if I was alone or with some one. After replying that I was alone, they directed me to this nice place. At the gate I was told that in order to enter, I would have to strip off. I quickly pulled off my tank top and shorts exposing my self. I had never been nude in front of anyone before. After a moment it felt great, the warm sun on my body.
After paying the entrance fee, and going to the parking lot, I grabbed a towel, sunscreen and headed for the beach.
What a surprise I got at the beach, it was not only nude but a gay beach. I never saw so many naked guys before. Many were with a partner but most were alone. After walking down the beach a short distance I picked out a spot, spread out my blanket then lay down.