I sported my red Speedo briefs at the local teeny-bopper beach today. At first I was afraid to bare my skin-tight suit around the high-school hardbodies. In the end I was glad I did.
I never go to the Kirkland waterfront. But I couldn’t make it to my local nude beach. It’s in Seattle all the way across the 520 Bridge — a good 15 minutes. And traffic was backed up bumper to bumper. So I shot down to the local beach in Kirkland.
I had prepared myself with a cock ring beforehand. While I definitely wasn’t boning out of my Speedo, I was chubbing just the right amount. I suntanned for about 20 minutes, then decided to go for a swim.
Up until that point I had been mostly ignored. But on the way to the water several ladies turned their heads in my crotch’s direction. I swam for ten minutes or so, checked my goods to make sure they weren’t shriveled, and walked out of the water, trying to make the best of my average mid-30s body.
“Mmmmm mmmmm mmmm,” said a 20-something woman, in a tone that I interpreted as “you look good enough to eat.” I flashed her a big smile in reply. She and her friend followed my cock all the way to my towel… and I caught them gazing at it when I sat down.
In retrospect I should have gone to talk to them… but it felt awkward with my cock bulging at their eye level. I guess that’s what women are used to, however, going to the beach essentially naked, breasts and nipples and butt visible to the world.
Later, while tanning, I heard them laughing. I sat up and realized they were playing with a phone. I think they had been taking pictures of my package. Whether or not they were, I was flattered by the earlier comment, and much more excited about wearing my skimpy swimsuits in public.
I’m not sure whether I’ll brave a thong (except at a nude beach — but then I’d rather go naked there). But it was nice to have my cock on display at a place that is strangely more sexually charged than a beach where people run around naked.
