I was visiting friends I had hooked up with more than 2 years ago before I moved away for work opportunities in a mining town. Back then, there were about 20 motorcyclists and some of their girlfriends riding away from the city every other weekend to escape the city cops, speed restrictions, traffic cameras etc, and to breathe country air. It was a chance to loosen up our old motorbikes between visits to hotels, family farms, dirt roads and off road trails etc.
I returned to try and catch up with them during a break in my working schedule.
Over the intervening years, most of the bikers had sold their bikes or parked them in sheds and bought cars to accommodate families. Visiting after these years, it was inevitable there would be changes, and I found in my absence, that we had mostly lost what we thought we had in common.
I had kept my interest in motorcycles and left one licensed in a friend's workshop to use when I visited from time to time. After I had caught up with those I still had current addresses for, I thought it would be a good time to take advantage of the weather and spend some time relaxing at the beach.
This story began on Vortex Beach. There was a dangerous current that had claimed a few adventurous lives over the years. As I was not the strong swimmer I had been years earlier, I would try not to swim out of my depth to where the currents were.
One afternoon, I had paddled in the shallows for over half an hour and found I had drifted more than 200 yards along the beach. I tried to swim back against the current and found myself struggling and drifting away from the shore and further from the spot on the beach where I had left my towel and some clothes.
An experienced surfer called out, 'Give you a lift? I'll paddle you back to shore.'
I spluttered, 'Thanks Mate. I was thinking I was in for a bad time just now.'
He dismounted his board and pulled it under me, remounted sitting behind me and paddled the board back to shore.
As we walked up along the sand, he asked, 'Where's your towel?'
'Near the clock tower at the other end of the Vortex.'
'I'll dump my board and come with you. Did you know there's a clothes optional beach just past the clock?'
'You mean a nude beach? No! I had no idea.'
'That's where I'm headed. Want to check it out?'
'Why not? I've never been to one before.'
He left his board with some other surfers and as we walked up the beach, we introduced ourselves.
' My name's Eddy' he said.
'G'day Eddy. My name's Kerrison. I'm probably obliged to you for getting me back to safety,' I said, hoping he wasn't embarrassed by my overstated sincerity.
He just smiled as we continued past the clock. I picked up my towel and a few clothes and we continued towards the nude beach further on. I refrained from asking questions about a public space where people were naked. I figured I would follow his lead and learn the protocols by observing someone who seemed to be familiar and comfortable with that social environment.
As we approached the first people without clothes, it occurred to me that naked people don't look very sexy. There were too many bulging stomachs, flaccid dicks, sagging tits and arses. When a great female body appeared, it seemed to me that a little mystery would hold my attention longer than a bare body. I was not sure what the attraction was for nude beaches.
Eddy stopped and removed his bathers and T-shirt, wrapped them in his towel, and looked at me with an expression which seemed to be asking, are you stripping or remaining clothed?
I was wondering if we would be assumed to be gay. Walking naked with another male was unknown to me. I decided to stop unnecessarily complicating my mind, and I removed my clothes and walk up the beach naked with Eddy.
I immediately knew what the attraction was. It was simply the freedom to be naked. I felt a slight breeze on those parts of my body for the first time. The variety of bodies added the dimension that all bodies are OK. None are judged.
I decided I had to experience the sea naked as well.
'I'm having a paddle in the shallows, Eddy. Back in two minutes.'
Swimming naked was such a feeling of communing with nature. Of course I was not selfconscious. My being nude was hidden by the water from anyone. I wanted to remain in the water as long as possible, but Eddy was waiting for me.
Five minutes later, I began to feel exposed again as I stepped out of the cold water. My penis had shriveled up to a small organ of less that two inches long. I picked up my towel and clothes again and we continued walking. Eddy opened up with some info.
'There are sand hills and salt tolerant greenery back from the beach. It offers more privacy. So there's no reason to be embarrassed. Just don't be too shocked at what you might see. Want to check out the scene?'
I was too curious to pass up this possibility and I said, 'Lead the way Eddy.'
We climbed into the sand hills, which seemed to be a 'naked men only' area. Some men were alone, some were in pairs in quiet conversation and as we rounded a thick clump of saplings Eddy slowed and restrained me inclining his head directing my attention to a very erotic tableau. One large man was lying on his back with an impressively large penis being held up by a shorter much younger looking boy who was on his knees and slowly licking the underside of the older man's straining rigid cock.
My penis immediately became heavy and filled with blood. I felt like I wanted to show it to anyone within eyesight. Then while I was still watching these intimate friends, I became thoroughly embarrassed as my cock hardened and raised up slowly through a wide arc to it's full height in front of this virtual stranger. Eddy noticed it and turned towards me exposing his hard-on.
'Look at us.' He said holding his cock in one hand and lightly grasping mine in his other hand.
My erect cock in someone's hand was an absolutely disturbing affront to me. My mind was totally confused because I was disgusted with a stranger just reaching and holding my cock, yet so turned on at the same time. I started hyperventilating and almost ejaculated into Eddy's hand. I had to step back out of his reach to prevent myself from coming.
Totally embarrassed, I turned my attention back to the other men. I moved my feet apart a little to get full effect from the breeze on my arse and to steady myself in this new shocking environment.
As soon as the supine man's toes began to curl, the younger boy giving him intense sexual stimulation, lapping at his cock, stopped and they exchanged positions.
The older man then sucked the other's hardened little five inch cock in his mouth and soon appeared to stop moving; but examining more closely, I could see tiny movements from his jaw caused by the action of swirling his tongue around his friend's cock inside his mouth.
Eddy and I were watching with throbbing erections. He wasn't making any effort to hide his hard-on.
He put his hand on my shoulder and said quietly, 'They look like they're having a good time.'
I stood still and felt my cock continuing to pulse noticeably as Eddy's hand slowly moved down my back.