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I guess I have always enjoyed being naked. I took every opportunity when home alone to be nude. I also loved going to nude beaches whenever I could. My wife enjoyed it also, but not as much as I did. On various vacations in the Caribbean, we would venture to nude beaches. Most times she would just go topless, but once I stepped foot on beach the suit was off. I think most nudists are both voyeuristic as well as exhibitionistic. About ten years ago, a woman I was seeing at the time took me to the local nude beach. I was in nirvana. Over the years I tried to get my wife to go with me, but she always said, “What if someone we know sees us?” Silliest argument ever – if they are there and see us, we also see them, right?Anyway, I began just going on my own when I could. A few years ago, my job changed and I was able to start going more often during the week. Weekdays of course were not as crowded on weekends. Unlike Saturdays and Sundays, during the week there were less families and couples and more single men and women, although the men usually outnumbered the women. I got to go at least two times during the weeks in summer. You usually see the same people all the time. You get to be nodding acquaintances with some. Let me tell you about this beach. It was out on Long Island. There were really two ways of access. One was from the parking field of one of the regular beaches. There was a little walk down a trail to the nude section. The other access was from Fire Island, which was a known gay beach. Never a big deal for me, as most people keep to themselves. Toward the back section of the beach there were some dunes. When I first started going there, I would often notice people, mostly men, walk up towards the dunes and behind them. One day, my curiosity got the better of me, so I casually took a stroll over the sands. Now I knew why these guys always seemed to be over there for a while before coming back to the beach. That day I witnessed two guys getting their cocks sucked by two different guys. And I also watched as one guy bent over a large rock and got fucked in the ass while a Karşıyaka escort group of other men stood around and jerked off watching. I will admit it was quite a turn on and I joined the others and jacked off until I shot my load all over the sands.Now, I don’t consider myself bisexual. Okay, I did have a few experiences with a married couple a few years prior, but I was mostly with the wife. The husband and I did touch and suck a little. I guess he was what we now call a cuckold. As a matter of fact, after those experiences. I guess I became more and more curious. I would sometimes chat with other like minded married guys on line and even cybered with them now and then.Let me describe myself. I am now fifty-six. I am 5’10, about 185 lbs. I keep in shape with golf, swimming and working out a few days a week. I have a lightly hairy chest and keep smooth below and have a seven inch cock.A couple years ago, I had been going to the beach usually every Tuesday and Thursday. Like I said, you get to see the same faces (and bodies, too, of course). There was one guy, in particular. He looked to be my age and was also married, as I could tell by the wedding band on his finger. He had similar build to me and had a nice body. He was smooth all over and sported a nice 7 seven inch cock, although slightly less thick as mine.I had seen him more than a few times, and we would always greet each other with the usual banalities. Nod hello. Good morning, How ya doing, Great weather, eh?One day I got to the beach about 10 am. It was a hot day, but the beach was not very crowded. I set up my sand chair and towel and stripped down. I was sitting back, listening to music, enjoying the amazing day. I looked up and noticed this guy arriving. I watched through my dark sunglasses. He was walking past me now, and I looked up.”Hey, how’s it going,” I said.”Great, man, thanks. Looks like another great day at the beach.””For sure.”Ugh…smooth line there, Mike. I casually watched as he set up his chair a few feet away. He stood and slid his T shirt up and off. Then he slid bornova escort bayan down his board shorts, standing stark nude as he placed them in his bag. He reached inside and took out a pack of cigarettes. I watched as he was still searching in the beach bag for something.”Shit,” he moaned.”Everything okay?” I asked.”Oh, just forgot my lighter in my car. No way am I walking all the way back for it.”I laughed. “No worries, man. Here ya go.” I stood and walked over to him and handed him my lighter. “Thanks. I am Steve, by the way. I have seen you here often, also.””I am Mike. Yeah, I try and come when I can manage time away from work. And the family,” I said laughing, lighting a cigarette.”Yeah, me too. I know exactly what ya mean.”We stood talking for a while. Just chatting about nothing in particular. We discovered we had a lot in common. I found out he was also married and had three kids. He, too, enjoyed the nudist lifestyle a lot more than his wife. He came to the beach when he could. He also told me he had a big back yard that was pretty secluded and a swimming pool that he also used almost every day.There we were. Two middle aged, married guys just talking away and getting acquainted. Except we both happen to be naked. And it did not feel weird at all. Actually felt great – very freeing and normal.We spent the rest of the day hanging out together. Catching the rays and taking dips in the ocean and just getting to know each other. I found out he owned his own business and had a home on the north shore. He and his wife also had been to the same resort in St Marten that my wife and I went to often. We ended up leaving together and walked back to the parking lot to our cars. We got to our cars and went our own ways. “See ya.””Yeah. See ya. Maybe I will see you here again.”When I got home, I could not resist the need to jerk off in the shower. Thinking of Steve and I standing nude together. Did I imagine it, or was there a vibe we had? He had a cock similar in shape and size to mine and he was also shaved.A couple of days later I managed Escort üçyol to free some time and headed to the beach. As I walked onto the sands, I noticed Steve already there, sitting in his chair. He waved me over.”Hey, man. Glad to see you. Was hoping I would see you today.””Yeah, me too. I enjoyed hanging out with you the other day,” I said as I set up my chair next to his. I stood and stripped and began to put some sun oil on. I noticed Steve was intently watching. It was kind of a turn on, knowing he was looking me over. I bent over to rub some oil on my legs, my ass facing him. I stood up and poured some oil on my hands and started to apply to my chest and stomach. Of course, I made sure not to forget the areas around my cock. I finished by grabbing my cock and stretching it out with my oily hands.We had a nice day, further getting to know each other. I had brought some beer so we sat, drank and smoked while we talked. At one point he noticed me watching some guys walk back to the dunes.”You do know what goes on back there, don’t you?””Um, yeah,” I said. “It’s all good. To each his own, I guess.””So? Have you ever ventured over the dunes?””Well, yeah. I have. Just really watched a few times. Kind of hot, I must admit.”Steve did not say anything. he just nodded, smiled and laid back.When we left that day, we walked back to our cars. Steve asked if I wanted to grab a beer at the bar down the road.We stayed about two hours and just shot the breeze. We got along great.Before we left, he again told me about his house and pool and suggested maybe one day instead of the beach, I may want to come over. It sounded great so we made plans for the following Tuesday.Tuesday could not come soon enough, and it turned out to be a very hot humid day.I stopped on the way and picked up a bottle of vodka. His directions were great and I soon pulled up his driveway. Damn, what a house. Steve did very well, I imagined. I grabbed my bag and headed up to the front door. Just as I stepped close, the door opened and Steve was there to greet me. He was wearing just baggy board shorts and flip flops. I followed him in, handing him the vodka, and looked around.”Have a look around if you like. I’ll get some ice and glasses for this. The backyard is through the kitchen,” he said, pointing the way. “Make yourself comfortable and I will be right out.” I picked up my bag and headed the way he pointed.
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