My First Gay Sex at Nude Beach

In the summer of 1974, I heard that the beach at Venice Beach, California was open for nudity. It was only opened for nudity for a short while—only for about two weeks—before the city council voted to make a law against it.

It was the first time I had ever heard of a nude beach and at 19 years of age, I wanted to see what it was like. I was thinking of two things: 1) what it would be like to see all the naked women on the beach—stark naked, without having to TRY to get them to remove their clothes for me, and 2) what it would be like to remove ALL of my clothes to be naked in public for the first time ever in my life. I was getting turned on, just thinking of it.

At first, when I got there, I laid out my blanket, and I wasn't sure I really wanted to take off my clothes, but when I looked around the beach, and saw all the naked people enjoying the sun, I got so excited, I decided to join them, so I took off all my clothes and stripped down naked in the sun. I could feel the warmth of the sun and the breeze blowing all over my body, including parts that had never seen the sunlight before. It felt wonderful. It felt so wonderful that I felt an erection coming on, without even thinking of sex.

I looked down and saw that it was a full erection. It felt like it was really stiff from all the excitement of being naked in public, and it was throbbing up and down. I was a little embarrassed and I didn't know what to do, so I thought I should go into the water until I could calm it down so I wouldn’t be seen in public with a hard-on.

Once I had waded into the water, I noticed there was another guy my age who had waded into the water near me too. He had followed me into the water and was a little behind me. I thought that maybe he had the same problem. I turned my back on him and looked out into the sea and watched the waves coming in.

Suddenly I heard him say, "Hi", and it sounded like he was standing right next to me, so I turned around, and there he was. Eager to meet new friends, I said hi to him too.

Then without saying anything, he began splashing in the water. At first, I thought he was trying to splash me, but then I noticed something odd about the way he was splashing. It looked like he had seen a fish and he was trying to catch it. He made three or four attempts "to catch this fish" and on the fourth time, he kept his hands down in the water. The next thing I knew, I felt something on my cock—his hand.

He gently massaged it, and I told him I'm not gay, but he said, "I know, but relax and let yourself feel how good this feels". My cock swelled up and got harder than it had ever gotten before, because I had never been touched there by another man before.

Then he started stroking it and said, "You've got a big dick. I saw your erection on the beach. It is not the longest one I have seen, but it is WIDE and I would much rather have a wide one than a long skinny one, because a long one is harder to swallow". Then he asked, "How did you get it to be so wide?" I said, "I don't know. Maybe it's because I'm so horny most of the time, I masturbate at least twice a day. Maybe that makes it wider because it is erect a lot and it stretches". He smiled and said, "Yep! That definitely could be it!"

Then he said, "Anyway, when I saw your dick, I and had to follow you in because I got turned on when I saw your big, hard, cock, and I want to feel it in my mouth and suck it. I want to suck it off for you". I said, "Here?" and he said, "Of course not! We'll get arrested! My apartment is just down the street. Would you go there with me?" I said, "Ok. Just this once, I'll try it, but I'm not gay". He said, "You don't have to be. I just want to suck your big dick. Do you want to feel how good it feels to have it sucked?" and I said, "Yes, but you will have to stop playing with it now so I can get it to go down so I can get out of the water without anyone seeing that I have a hard on".

He told me to take all the time I needed and said he would even leave so it would be easier for me. Then he instructed me to put on my clothes and meet him at the street and he would show me where his apartment was. When I met him at the street, he told me his name, but I don't remember it now, so I'll call him Robert. He took me to his apartment and let me in.

As soon as I was inside, I could see that there were about 3 or 4 other couples—all guys—on the floor having sex. Robert said, "First I want to take a shower with you. Have you ever taken a shower with anyone else?" and I told him no--not even with a girl—so he said that before we got started, to warm me up, he would like to caress me with the soap and make me feel good all over.

We went into the shower and turned on the nice warm water and he soaped up his washcloth and gently, softly, and sensuously, rubbed my back. Then he turned me around and gently caressed my chest, paying special attention to my nipples. "That's funny!" I thought, "When he is touching my nipples, I feel something connected with my cock". He rinsed the soap off my chest and then gently kissed my nipples, and licked them with his tongue. That was the first time I realized that the nerves to the nipples somehow seem to be connected to the cock. As he was caressing and kissing my nipples, my cock became hard—engorged is the word—and if felt like I was getting close to having an orgasm..

Then he kissed me. I had never been kissed by a guy before, and I was not sure that I liked the idea. I backed away, and he said, "Relax. It's only a kiss", and he kissed me again. This time, he put his tongue into my mouth and French kissed me.

I wanted to back away again, but it felt good, and my cock was throbbing, so he had broken down all my resistance. I wanted to resist first, because being kissed was one thing, but a FRENCH kiss—from a GUY—well that was another thing! Then I began to think... I've French kissed several GIRLS before, and it felt the same, so what's the difference? Besides, the way that THIS GUY was kissing me...well the more he Frenched me, the more I got into it, and I was feeling all charged up with a sexual desire that I had never felt before.

He held me tightly as we were kissing, and suddenly, I felt both of his hands go onto my buns and press my body against his. Now, our big, hard, throbbing cocks were touching, and he moved his body so they were rubbing against each other. The feeling of another man's hard-on against mine is something I had never felt before and it felt wonderful, so wonderful, I was beginning to have thoughts of sucking his cock every bit as much as he wanted to suck mine. Then I felt his soapy hands, one caressing my cock and the other caressing my balls as he was still kissing me. It felt great, so I didn't resist anymore.

He stopped kissing me and continued to soap me up from the cock on down to my feet. Then he asked me to do the same to him, so I did, exactly the way he had done it to me, including the caressing and kissing of his breast until he got a hard on, then French kissing him, and then washing his cock the way he did to mine.

When I began to wash his cock, he took his hands and showed me that the foreskin—which I had never seen before—peels back and he made sure that I thoroughly cleaned it. I had never seen an uncircumcised cock before, and it looked and felt different than a circumcised one did.

When we were finished in the shower, Robert took me to his rug on the floor, lied down on it and asked me to join him. I did, and then he asked me to turn around, with my head towards his feet. Once I did that, I could feel a sensation I had never felt before. He had put his mouth on my cock and took the whole thing into his mouth. Then he moved it back and forth so I could feel his lips go from its tip all the way to my balls, taking it all in and then out again and when he got to the tip, it seemed that he was doing something to it with his tongue because it felt so good. It felt great and I didn't want it to stop.

Then I could feel an orgasm coming on and I told him, "I'm coming! You may want to stop or you'll have all that stuff in your mouth". I was surprised when he did it even faster until I did come in his mouth. He kept sucking my throbbing, hard cock faster and faster, and harder and harder, then when I began to moan in sheer delight, when I reached my climax, he put his mouth on the tip of my penis and did something to make it feel so good it was like it was going to explode. I had an orgasm harder than I had ever had before—so hard I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. When he finally stopped, I was panting like a dog, barely able to catch my breath.

Robert said, "How come you haven't touched me?" and smiled. Then I saw that his cock was beginning to get hard as he said, "Please do it to me too". I took my hand and gently massaged it until it got hard and then I put my mouth on it. I tried to do the same thing he had done to me, but I don't know how good I was at it, since it was my first time.

I did the best job I could, working up a momentum and he said not to worry, that it felt wonderful. Then he said, "Faster! Faster!" and "Deeper! Deeper!" so I went faster and deeper, as deep as I could take it. Soon he was groaning and suddenly, I felt the gism squirt out of his cock like an explosion and it went all the way back to the back of my throat. I wasn't sure I liked that, and I pulled off. Then I could taste it as it mixed with my saliva, and it didn't taste good, but it didn't taste all that bad.

I thought, "What the heck! He's already shot it in me. I might as well finish the job", so I put it back into my mouth and continued again. His cock had gone down a little, but when I put it back in my mouth, I could feel it swell up again. When he realized that I had put it back into my mouth, he put mine in his mouth again and started to suck away at it again.

Then I worked on it faster, deeper, and harder than before, wanting to please him the way he had pleased me and he began to suck me faster and faster too.. Soon, I felt that he was having another orgasm, and this time, because I was working it harder, it was a stronger one. Then when he came, I did the same thing with the tip of his cock that I thought he had done with mine, so he began to howl with delight. Then he put my cock back in his mouth and continued sucking me until I came too with another hard orgasm, again, making me feel like I was going to have a heart attack.

When we were finished, and put on our clothes again, he kissed me again and said thankyou. Then he showed me to the door, and kissed me and thanked me again while groping at my bulge, and said, "You were wonderful!" I thanked him too and told him he was wonderful too and then I told him how much fun it had turned out to be for me.

That was the last time I ever saw Robert again. I have never seen him since, but even though I have long ago forgotten his name or where he lived, I have never forgotten him. I am still not gay, but I wonder if I had seen him again, if I would be gay too, for he was so good.