Beach Volleyball in Gdynia, Poland (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Sheer and Short Equals Naked
The cottage was walking distance to the beach, everything was so beautiful, I never took the beach lifestyle for granted. I felt very lucky to be able to afford to live here . I was comfortable practically living in my swim suit, flip-flops and sometimes a tee-shirt . It is interesting to look back at some memorable experiences and circumstances that I found myself in. Summer vacation at the beach is incredible, the list of activities is endless. Staying home was the activity I chose for now. The overcast was burning off early which meant everyone would head to the sand early, except for me. I got out of bed not bothering to put clothes on feeling a little naughty, enjoying myself naked and becoming aroused by thoughts about walking to the beach naked. What it might feel like to do it. Without really thinking or planning I walked out of the house wearing very little. I had a pair of shorts I wore around the house but never outside because they were short loose-fitting, without any underwear I would never go outside wearing them because they were so sheer you could see right through them. With only the shorts on I went out the back to the alley heading towards the beach. As I walked my penis went from a heavy swollen fullness to fully erect. This pleased me much, so, I continued walking down the side of the highway a short distance then turn toward trail that led to a semi- secluded cove locals mostly . Beach volleyball is popular with 2 nets on the sand. I had been playing there recently with some friends. Walking toward the beach the cool breeze was swirling up the shorts I was wearing causing them parachute growing my erection. I was having a rush of excitement when I arrived . I felt so naked, just perfect, far from home with out my clothes. I was going naked at my favorite beach and I was loving it. As more people showed up, the more excited I became, and more nervous. I was starting to see some familiar faces. 3 young ladies a couple of years younger than I take a spot next to one of the courts. They are part of the volleyball crowd probably looking for a forth player. They wave and I wave back. I did not expect this, and I felt like dying when they began walking to where I was . I was self-conscious about what I was wearing. Every bit of my anatomy was visible through the material. They start to warm up with volleyball bumping it back and forth between them , this indicates teams have been picked and apparently I am on one of them. Oh my, I am thinking maybe I have taken things too far. In my fantasy world this is heading right where I want it to go. I convince myself I could play a subdued easy game. Attempts to stretch the shorts longer failed. I stood up while adjusting and positioning what I was wearing but it did not help much. I was naked and that was that. To my surprise no reaction, like , oh yeah, pretty daring there bud. The game starts normal then 3 more girls setting up their beach chairs at court side. My partner is giving me perfect sets for me to spike the ball. Requiring leaping and stretching as high as possible. My penis in and out of shorts I knew it, but I could not feel the light material enough to know when it was covering. The result was a complete wardrobe failure. I glanced at the court side to see every eye looking down at my penis. Keeping my cool , a quick peek down , humiliated , embarrassed, my erection was stiff I felt a swirling pleasure at the same time. This was unbelievable, everyone was watching not talking. My erection was out of control , I just continued to play. My turn to serve the ball. I paused, I listening to The sound of the surf break and the sound of my heart b eat. Everyone was watching me play naked.
The cottage was walking distance to the beach, so beautiful, I never took the layed back beachbum lifestyle for granted. Moving from a far inland farming town to the beach was incredible. I was nine. I was slow to really feel comfortable practically living in my swim trunks, flip flops and a sometimes a teeshirt . It is interesting to look back at some experiences and circumstances that I found myself in. Carefree and spontaneos, alot of spare time. Just graduated middle school. A heat wave was upon us everyone was at the beach except me. Not that I did not want to be, just had some distractions. I was finding myself becomming aroused for no reason , then fleeting thoughts about walking to the beach completely naked. That one really got me going. Without really thinking or planning I walked out of the house wearing very little. I had a pair of shorts I wore around the house but never outside because they were short loose fitting, without any underwear I would never go outside wearing them. Until that day, now I find myself walking down the side of the highway a short distance when I would turn left toward a secluded cove . Just locals mostly . Beach volley is popular with 2 nets on the sand. I had been playing there recently with some friends. Walking toward the beach a cool breeze was swirling through the terry clothe shorts I was wearing and as my erection grew I realized there was not enough clothe . I was lucky to be early rushing toward the courts and laying down on the warm sand my problem was solved for now. I was feeling a rush and my stomach raced I felt so naked like my fantasy. It was perfect far from home with out my clothes the more people came the more excited I became, and the more nervous. Then I was surprised to see 3 young ladies a couple years younger than I. They are part of the volleyball crowd. I have just been spotted and I felt like dying when they walked to where I was . Did not say anything about my sheer ultra shorts. They start to warm up , this indicates teams have been picked and apparently I am on one of them. Oh my, I am thinking I have taken things too far. In my fantasy world this is heading right where I want it to go. Reality? could it really be? I convince myself I could play subdued and stretch the shorts longer. I stood up and to my surprise no reaction, like , oh yeah, pretty daring there bud. The game starts normal then 3 more girls setting up their beach chairs at courtside. My partner is giving me perfect sets for me spike the ball. Thinking I have stretched the shorts enough, then , truth, not. I tried to spike it over emphisizing my upper body movements to divert their focus upwards away from my shorts. The result was a complete wardrobe failure(Not) catching a wind gust. I glanced to see every eye looking down at my penis. Keeping my cool , a quick peek , Humiliated , embarrased, swirling in pleasure at the same time. This was unbelievable, everyone was watching not talking. listening toThe sound of the surf break and the sound of my heart b eat.
I went to the beach at dawn and got naked behind this tall bush at the edge of the sand. I rolled up my tee-shirt with my elastic waisted swimming trunks and tossed them out of sight. Totally naked outdoors is the ultimate of turn-ons, the risk of being seen this morning exists. I have the fantasy about walking naked in public and being observed. Without hesitation, I walk slowly to the beach with one hand reaching down touching myself. The more distance I put to my clothes the more excited I become. My penis throbs, a hot heavy feeling fills my groin. The buzz of arousal senses heightened by my nakedness. Newly installed poles near the volleyball courts was where I was headed. About Half way to the water’s edge a cool breeze, along with ocean mist on my naked body completely out in the open without my clothes felt amazing . My rock hard penis jiggle with each step. I fondled myself , precum flowed onto my palm. I glanced around to see if any new people had arrived on the beach. If anyone has noticed that I am naked. Not likely, A long and wide beach, lots of room, 100 feet wide 1/4 mile long. Hiding in plain sight? .I guess. This is the perfect pole, just the right thickness and tall enough to get off the ground. I reached up grabbed the pole as high as possible. Opening my legs the pole firmly against my pubic area squeezing my thighs together pulling myself upwards with thighs clamped together. My penis jumped as it made contact with the chilled pole. I adjusted my grip and positioned myself into the same way I had done before. My hard penis always to the right of the pole. I began slowly climbing the pole with my thighs squeezing together in a precise rhythmic motion like always. I am really just clinging to the pole at this point continuing but keeping stress on my arms. It feels so awesome to be naked outside like this. A few minutes pass before I start to feel something in my abdomen, that fluttering sensation. Now I am chasing that feeling I know will come if I concentrate and work through the fatigue I now feel in my arms and hands. I start to gasp and breathe hard as I intensify my efforts, and speed up my thighs rhythmic motions and subtle humping action on the pole. A quick scan of the beach, I see some joggers coming my way . Most likely they will follow the wet sand . The beach is usually deserted this early in the morning. Today was different. My first thought is to run to my clothes, but, I was starting to get the sensation deep inside me. In the throes of passion, I was unaware how much the situation had changed. I was in the zone , the point of no return. So close to cumming I can not stop. Even the fatigue in my arms and hands do not stop me, I continue. I squeeze my thighs together with a frenzied pace. On the edge, I continue with my eyes closed causing me to lose track of the two female joggers . The sound of the ocean waves drown out their chatter until I hear , “what the fuck, he’s naked”, snickering turning to laughter what is he doing on that pole? hearing only whispers . Now walking straight towards me they approach within 20 or 30 feet then silence. At this stage of the climb nothing seems to be more important that finishing what i started. Even after hearing people near me I kept it up. My eyes are still closed, as I was set in wave after wave of pleasure rolled up from inside my core , my whole body is in a full climax. An incapacitating pleasure with each contraction , ejaculating hot fluid far distances, landing on the sand . I was being laughed at while I was cumming. Not until the last wave of pleasure passes do I slide down. humiliated.
How someone could willfully undress completely naked for detailed study by groups of strangers. For most people the idea of being naked in public is a subject of nightmares. For some, the opposite is true. An exhibitionist would consider this a fantasy come true. exhibitionist desire to expose themselves, and must find acceptable outlets to express themselves. My favorite university to pose over time has me as their go to guy when models cancel. Calls from the studio resources are frequent. Excepting every offer to fill in calendar. My popularity with instructors, art students, the department is up. . Maintaining a good work ethic or being reliable along with a strong performance on the model stand, counteracts any concerns about my chronic state of arousal. From sculpture, painting ,life drawing and especially anatomy. Where instruction focuses on my erection as an opportunity to study male anatomy in an aroused state . At the start of the school year , straight out of high school freshman are clued in on what to expect. To be continued…
I am being studied in close detail with all eyes on me. I am totally naked on a small platform or stage. This scenario I have pursued. I fantasize about being on display totally naked as long as I can remember. After I began posing naked for art it became apparent that a key aspect of this erotic fantasy involved humiliation. The first time I lost control, developing an erection in front of the student artists with all eyes on me. My decision to stay in the pose closing my eyes and attempting to calm myself . As I did this it wasn’t just me experiencing this arousal. Everyone in the studio was too along with me. Realizing this my failure to calm my pulsing rock hard penis after making an effort to do so. Continuing the pose elevated my arousal to a level I never experienced before. In the close quarters of the art studio I can feel my erection stiffen with intensity, then for a while , relax a little. As I concentrate to hold the pose without changing the position of my head , arms, amount of twist in my body. As my thoughts drift from what my plans were for later to how my friends and family must not find out my secret passion. Brought out the daze by the rhythmic thumping in my groin, back to reality when my penis , as if it had a mind of its own , has restored its rigidity. The buzz of arousal flowed through me, the hush of the studio I could hear whispering around me but could not make out what was being said. An occasional cough or a dropped pencil was all I could hear over my heart beating. I blush. How awkward a situation to be in, exposing my true self, humiliated, yet deriving pleasure from this. Shame on me? I don’t think so.