Moshup Beach On Martha's Vineyard... I spent months planning my first trip to a nude beach, but ran into various problems. Eventually I caught a bus to the beach entrance, from where I had to walk 15 minutes or to the naked section. After I arrived at my spot, I spent a few minutes unpacking and arranging stuff, then took off my shirt and Tevas and slathered my face and chest, and the part of my back and shoulders that I could reach. I spread the sunscreen under the top of my suit. After getting slathered up, I went for a stroll down the beach. When I got back to my towel, I decided to take off my suit. I don’t quite know why, except somehow it seemed rude to view all that nakedness without giving something back. My first instinct was to sit down and slip off my suit, but I decided that that would be, well, silly. If I’m going to be naked, I might as well do it all the way. So, I remained standing, hooked my thumbs under my waistband, and pulled down my suit, standing on a beach, surrounded by lots of people, including my closest neighbors, a single woman and a family.
I applied sunscreen to my upper thighs and butt while standing, but I decided that I should sit down before applying sunscreen to my genitals. That’s a bit too close to jerking off to do standing up in a crowd. I sat down and worked the sunscreen around my balls, down toward my butt, out the shaft of my penis, and around the head. I made sure to get my entire pubis, since I suspected that my pubic hair is not thick enough to offer much sun protection.
I lay down for a while, lying on my back. I kept one knee bent for a few minutes, because lying with both legs fully extended seemed to thrust my penis toward the sky a bit too much. I alternated between lying back and sitting up, watching the scene around me. I found it odd to see families with variously aged kids, but I realized that I was just part of the scenery, and that anyone who walked down to my spot had done so knowing what they would find. They were there to see the naked people, and I was doing my part.
I’ve been back to the Vineyard every year since, and I’ve grown steadily more comfortable getting naked in the crowd, but I still get that thrill when I drop my shorts on the beach. |
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