My First Nude Beach Experience
An SPH Experience by limpnubguy.
I had just turned 18 in May, had graduated from high school just days before, and had signed up to join the military. I was due to report for basic training in August. I planned to do a bunch of crazy stuff before reporting for duty.
I have lived my entire life in San Diego, California, and there are a lot of awesome things to do there that you can’t find in very many other places.
On this list were a road trip up Coast Highway, some motorcycle rides, going to a nude beach, and visiting a whorehouse in Tijuana.
Today was a visit to San Diego’s famous Black’s Beach. It has been a nude beach since sometime back in the 1960’s. On a summer day, the crowds can reach into the thousands. I’m guessing there were over 10,000 people there that day. The beach sits at the base of 300-foot cliffs and isn’t the easiest to reach. It’s pretty difficult to stumble across the beach by accident. If you are there, you either came to be seen or came to look. Back then, the City of San Diego portion of the beach was still open for nudity, so the nude beach stretched for about 3 miles or so.
I ventured down the cliffs, intent on dropping my drawers and parading my naked ass around in full public view. On my way down the sandstone steps that seemed to go on forever, I couldn’t help but notice the volume of people going up and down. Lots of coeds from UCSD, which sits atop the cliffs. When I arrived at the bottom, I wasted no time picking out a spot, throwing down my beach towel, and shedding my clothes. I started walking my naked ass northwards through the crowds.
At this point in life, I knew that my penis was smaller than average, but I didn’t know just how far down on the spectrum I fell. In its flaccid state, my penis literally looks like a macaroni noodle. I was about to find out just how small I am in a brutally honest fashion.
As soon as I stripped down and started walking, my first female encounter was with a naked couple in their mid 40’s that had their towels stationed about 20 feet away from me. The lady was a bit thick, but not fat, with perky breasts and a somewhat stout, athletic-looking body, like a softball player. They were standing up, facing the ocean, and she had been looking at me since the moment that I stripped. She saw me coming, and I could see her eyes immediately glance downwards for a quick package check. She immediately looked up and made eye contact with me briefly before looking back down again. She had a giggling smile on her face before she turned and looked back at her husband. His cock was average-sized (3 to 4 inches soft), but looked like a donkey compared to mine. That was discouraging, but I kept walking anyway.
As I kept going, just a few feet past them was a group of 4 college girls, around 18 or 19, just hanging out. No beach towel, they had just stopped to sit in the sand facing the water. I slowly walked about 10 feet ahead of them, and they got a good look at me. I didn’t look back at them because I could see countless numbers of people still immediately in front of me, but I could hear whispers and muffled giggles. As I was about 20 feet past them, the muffled giggles turned into full-blown laughter.
No time to react: an enormous flow of people is coming straight at me down the beach. It looked like a crowd exiting a sporting event. There was a river of thousands of people walking straight at me, and there I was naked with my twitching nub on full display right in the middle of them. It is a surreal feeling, like those dreams of being naked at school, but it is real, unfolding right in front of you, and everyone is indeed looking. At this moment, I was afraid that the excitement would cause me to get a boner, but the opposite happened. I shriveled up like a raisin, and the world was watching.
As people were coming at me, the crowd was about half men and half women. Almost every single woman takes at least a glance, and a lot of them take their time looking to really soak it up, and every single one of them has some sort of facial reaction. Women who were walking in all-female groups didn’t hold back. They stared, they laughed, and sometimes even pointed. The women who were walking with their husband or boyfriend, or in a mixed group, were more likely to take glances and limit their reactions to facial expressions. Those were mostly smirks or subtle smiles. Those are the best.
I only made it halfway up the beach before I couldn’t take it anymore. There were long trails of pre-jizz hanging from my nub, and I couldn’t wipe it off anymore. I went into the water to wash myself off a bit. When I was done, I turned southward to go back the way I had come. The crowd walking northward was just as large. I had another 45 minutes of this to endure. As awesome as it was, it had become a bit of a sensory overload, leaving me fatigued. I was walking very sluggishly and probably looked like I was drunk. All the reactions, whispers, and laughs had become a jumbled blur. Thousands of people were staring at my naked body and judging me as pathetic.
By the time that I reached the spot where I had left my beach towel and my clothes, I had become so disoriented and confused that I couldn’t find them. Many more people had arrived at the beach, and my stuff was somewhere in the middle of an enormous crowd of towels, umbrellas, and naked bodies. It took me about ten minutes of stumbling around this area with my noodle on an upclose display, walking between people, before I found my spot. I quickly put on swimming trunks and went into the ocean, splashing water all over myself. After this, I had to sit down and catch my breath. I didn’t even notice all of the naked people and hot coeds. It was much more than I could take.
I was suffering from sensory overload.
Anxiety and panic, even.
Eventually, once I calmed down, I got dressed and headed back up the cliffs. I didn’t know it at the time, but this experience formed a lifelong addiction to exhibitionism and SPH.
The End.
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