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My First Visit at a Nude Beach: Studying Old Men’s Penises & Sagging Balls
I got an education about nude beach behavior and the physical & sexual changes happening to old men [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
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Last Friday, January 21, after lunch, I got home in the early afternoon. I live right on the beach. No, I’m not a spoiled brat — I’m trying to convince myself here! I borrowed a condo from a generous friend who knew I needed a change in scenery.
The condo is on the corner of the building, on the first floor. When I open the door, sand caresses my feet. More interestingly, the front windows give me a direct view of the beach and the ocean. I love it!
As you know, I’m an exhibitionist, although I prefer to say that “I enjoy being nude in public” because “exhibitionism” often comes with a negative connotation in our society. Yet, I have been very conservative on the beach in front of my place so far.
I will go swimming and walking on this beach in a tiny bikini because I hate tan lines, but I haven’t tried yet, to fully expose my body, not even my tits. I’m not sure why! Maybe it’s too close to home, and I don’t want stalkers. In any case, something interesting happened on Friday afternoon. Many people were on the beach, probably because the weatherman forecasted cold weather for the weekend. And it is, indeed, cold this Sunday morning. For South Florida, anyway!
As I walked into my place, I looked at the beach through the giant window in my living room, and I saw a young woman sitting on the beach, topless. She was fiddling with something. Once she stood up, I realized she was actually wearing nothing but her birthday suit. The mysterious beauty dusted the sand off the front of her body and threw a dress over her head. She was stunning, with long hair dancing in the wind. She was so attractive… She made me think of my new girlfriend I have sex with.
She grabbed a pair of high heels and walked toward my condo. People use the path next to my place to access the beach.
From what I figured, she stopped by the beach to take advantage of a break in her schedule, although she had not planned it. She had nothing appropriate for the beach. It seemed she rested on her belly, which, I presumed, was a way to limit the “indecency” factor.
I watched her walk by my place. She stopped at the shower tower to rinse her feet. Her dress was pretty formal. I assumed she wanted to enjoy a bit of sun on the beach while she happened to be in the neighborhood, and the fact that she didn’t have a bikini would not stop her.
I saw a bit of myself in her. She had no issue being naked. Many beachgoers had a good look at her body while she casually dusted the sand off her boobs, belly, and legs before putting her dress on. She was also naked under her dress, which is my standard way of dressing!
I stared at the beach for a while, thinking about the last time I was naked on a beach. And then I thought of sharing with you the first time I went to an official nude beach.
I’m sharing my sex life with you in chronological order as much as I can. For those of you following my intimate sex reports, this was in January 2020, after I moved to South Florida and before the world came to a halt because of the pandemic. As a new resident, I did what tourists do: I visited beaches!
Soon, I found Haulover Nude Beach just north of Miami, near my place. I thought I was lucky! I googled it and found that it was apparently one of the country’s largest and most popular nudist beaches. So I went, of course.
After parking, I walked along the path to the beach and got a surprise. Just before stepping foot on the beach, guys were on each side of the trail, staring at me as I approached.
“Fresh meat” is the first thing I heard from one of these guys. Ouch! That was not a good start. Do they actually manage to pick up girls like that? I enjoy exposing my body to men and even letting them use me as a sex pet, and, in that sense, I may be objectifying myself, but I do it on my own terms!
In any case, I kept going, and when I arrived on the beach itself, I had a weird feeling, and it wasn’t one of safety, unfortunately. When in doubt, I rely on my 6th sense, so I turned around and left, disappointed.
Back on Google, I found Blind Creek Beach in Fort Pierce, about a 2-hour drive from my place. So, up north I went!
The parking at Blind Creek Beach was very rudimentary: a gravel lot with portable, smelly toilets on the side. That was it for the amenities! But the people I met in the parking lot were friendly, and I had a good feeling right after stepping foot on the ground.
A sign stated that nudity was not OK in the parking lot, only on the beach. So I kept my bikini on and grabbed my beach towel and sunscreen lotion. I didn’t bring any valuables. I suppose it meant that they were vulnerable in my car, but what can you do?
The beach was only a few feet from the parking lot. Nobody harassed me on the way there. And there I was, on a nude beach! And gosh, did I learn a lot on that day!
The first thing I noticed was that most people were not near the water. Instead, they had set camp near the bushes. It looked weird to me because usually, on beaches, people set up near the water, where they run in and out all day. I couldn’t find any good reason to be so far away from the ocean, so I walked straight to the water's edge, set up my beach towel, and… Yes!! It was time to get naked!
You may not believe it, but… Even though I am an exhibitionist, every time I remove my clothes, there’s a bit of hesitation, and my heart skips a beat. After all, it was strange because it was okay for me to strip naked this time! In any case, I pushed through and dropped both parts of my bikini on the towel.
I sat facing the ocean and started applying sunscreen to my bare skin. A couple walked by, feet in the water, buck naked, both of them. They said hi to me as if they were looking at a friend they hadn’t seen in a long time. I loved the atmosphere on that beach almost instantly. People make such a difference!
I didn’t like my view, though. I can see the ocean every day from my living room window. On that day, I wanted to see what was happening on a nude beach. So I got up and turned around while continuing to put sunscreen lotion on my nude body.
From what I had read online, you are not supposed to gawk at people on a nude beach, but I wanted to see who was there! I tried to be as casual as possible while investigating the area with my eyes.
The vast majority of naked people were men and, more precisely, old men. I could only see one couple, the one I had already met. And on the north side of the beach, there seemed to be a group of younger people playing balls — with an inflated game ball, not the ones you thought! There were five guys and one girl in that group. Overall, three women and probably close to twenty men, were at Blind Creek Beach on that day. That made me the only female that came alone. Was I supposed not to go alone on a nude beach?
Seeing so many men and so few women was my first surprise. It was hard to accuse these guys of coming to the nude beach to see naked tits & pussy because there weren’t many to see!
I found out later that it is unique to that beach. Apparently, most nude beaches and facilities do not want single men. Single pussies are welcome but not single cocks. That’s sexist, isn’t it?
I wanted to go for a walk in my birthday suit to soak in the nude beach. For the first time in my life, I was naked in public in a place where it was acceptable for me to be uncovered. What a change! But the people were far from the ocean, up along the bushes. I wanted to say hi to people too! So I walked up and then walked south about 15 feet from the row of naked men.
I said hello to every one of them, and they all casually replied without trying to hide their male parts. They all looked at me, but none of them gawked or drooled. It was a new feeling for me, and I couldn’t put a label on it.
Eventually, I encountered an old man standing. I got closer and offered my hand. He shook it and welcomed me to Blind Creek Beach. He said he had never seen me around. I explained I was from Miami and was not fond of Haulover Beach. He rolled his eyes and nodded. I guess I was not the only one with an unpleasant experience at the Haulover meat market!
As we chit-chatted, I became the one who did the inappropriate stare. I noticed his balls were sagging quite a lot. There was dark skin going down behind his penis, and then the balls were dangling much lower than what I had seen before. Old men are my favorite sex partners, and I was spoiled on that front as a teenager at home.
He noticed I was staring, and I apologized. I said that I loved old balls while realizing that I was probably inappropriate.
He replied something like: “It’s OK!” I also remember he was looking at my perky breasts at the time.
As I continued my walk to the south end of the beach, I checked every old man’s balls, and they all had different characteristics. I had sucked many old men's cocks before but never fully analyzed the physical differences between their balls. I always focused on the penis shape which I found entertaining, and the taste of semen, which I loved to sample.
I guess it makes sense for some men to have balls dangling lower, just like some women have more extremely dangling boobs. Apparently, it’s because of genetics, and I have been blessed with firm tits. Thank you, Mommy and Daddy!
I remember having inappropriate thoughts as I strolled and analyzed balls. I regularly saw my Dad naked, and his balls were so firm and up underneath his penis that they barely jiggled as he walked. Was there a relationship between hard balls and firm tits? Where did my good genetics come from? My Dad’s balls were firmer than my Mom’s tits. Is it the same gene? I remember giggling at the thought. You know when people tell a father or a mother that their baby has their eyes… I was imagining somebody looking at my boobs and saying, “You have your dad’s balls!”
Meanwhile, the visual inspection of old men’s balls made me want some. To me, these sagging balls were conveying a message of experience. Boys my age are full of energy (meaning that their cocks get really hard, really fast) but regularly leave my needs unfulfilled. Meanwhile, old men were always more satisfying to me. Even their hands on my young body give me shivers! So I fantasized about the ones on this beach. I know! A nude beach is not for sex. Sorry!
But on that day at the nude beach, it was a good thing I didn’t have a penis because I couldn’t have prevented an erection with these thoughts of mine! Women have an advantage on nude beaches because the wetness of a pussy is not readily visible, and the hard nipples are not as prominent as a hard rod.
I wondered if it would be appropriate to flirt on that nude beach and try to hook up with one of these grey-hair experienced penises with saggy balls. But I didn’t. I figured I would think about it, and then I could always be more engaging on my next visit.
That was my first visit to a nude beach. Overall, it was positive. I like nudity in places where it is not expected, but I also prefer not to have tan lines, and for that, Blind Creek Beach was a peaceful place for a full tan with friendly people. And I learned more about the anatomy of old men!
Of course, I returned a few times in the last year and a half. I don’t have tan lines! And I will tell you more about those more engaging visits soon.
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