I casually glanced around to check out my neighbors, but in more of a social way than a sexual one. I opened my book and set about the task of distracting myself. When no one was looking, I slipped a flask containing my whiskey of choice from the bag, took a few quick nips, and replaced it. I maintained my composure just long enough to settle into a comfortable position. I discreetly adjusted my cock and balls to the right spot, even though I was getting very hard, very fast. Although nervous as hell, I stood up, slid my trunks down and off, and then laid on the blanket on my stomach. After several minutes I did my best to lighten up, and it worked. Nervous and paranoid about being watched, I bought time by rummaging around in the gym bag for an iPod, a book, and some sunscreen. At this point I was wearing a pair of navy blue swim trunks, as the beach was an optional-nude. The blanket went down, the large umbrella was up, and I set out my gym bag and cooler. I eyed a spot that was just far enough from anyone else to maintain both my privacy and theirs, and set up shop. Except for the fact that everyone was nude! I immediately scanned it to try and get a feel for the environment, and found just another beach. A minute or two later, the bend straightened out and the beach came into view. I paid my fee, thanked the attendant, and walked down a small, bending path. As I lugged my beach trimmings up to the stand to pay, my stomach fluttered and the nerves in my groin lit up. I watched the weather channel, and on the right day, packed some gear and set off. It laid out the rules and regulations, and after scanning several local forums, determined the overall consensus was positive. I looked the beach up on the Internet, and was surprised and delighted to find a neat, organized website about it. To face my fear, I grabbed the bull by the horns and went for it. At 5'5", 145 lbs., fit but not muscular, with an average face and features, I knew I wouldn't stand out, yet still I worried. I had started going nude around the house often. By no means am I ugly, but I am self-conscious, and the prospect of exposing my naked body to the world both terrified and consumed me. The idea fascinated and excited me, although I did feel the pangs of unease. I moved into my first house, and with it came access to a local nude beach. Among the tastes and preferences I began to explore lay nudism and exhibitionism.Īfter landing my dream career, I was able to afford new hobbies and a different lifestyle. That's not to mean I thought I was gay, but rather that a deeper, sexier side of myself was rising to the surface, and wanted to emerge. I absolutely love women, but my experiences with men made me rethink who I was sexually. Although several bisexual experiences in my late teens and early twenties opened me up to a new side of my own sexuality, it wasn't until my late twenties that I embraced my own personal sexual revolution.