Several years back, I had a chance to visit Sydney, Australia for a few weeks for work. Since it was my first time to visit the city and the country, I eagerly planned sightseeing for the two weekends I was going to spend there, including the famous opera house. And I learned that there were a few nude beaches in Sydney. What a pleasant surprise! 
On my first Saturday there, I headed to one of the nude beaches called Lady Jane. I took a ferry from Circular Quay in the city center to get there. The beach was pretty compact - a short and narrow sandy area backed with stone walls. However, it was surprisingly not private - the beach was pretty well visible from the road above. That bothered me a bit at first, but I think the fact that I was too far from home made me bold. Like a seasoned nude beach goer, I quickly stripped down to nothing and put sunscreen on all over my body (yes, I learned my lessons from my previous mistake). I actually had shaved my pubes completely the night before after my miserable failure to trim them with a razor. I felt even more naked without any hair down there.
It was a gorgeous afternoon - sunny with cool breeze. Some boats were on the ocean, not too far from the beach. There were a few guys on the beach when I got there. One of them approached me and said hi. He was tall and appeared to be in his late 50s or early 60s. He had a mid-size uncut cock with shaved pubes. He was also very tan without any tan line, so I assumed he frequented nude beaches.
He was quite friendly and a good conversationalist. He asked me what had brought me to Sydney and we talked about my work and a bunch of other stuff. While I was chatting with him, however, my eyes were actually on the other guy, who was like 10 feet from me. He was young, fairly good looking with a slim build and curly hair. He was lying down on his stomach and I could only see his back side.
Shortly after, another young guy arrived and joined him. And he finally lifted his body and sat up on his towel. To my surprise, he was sporting a massive hardon. He didn’t bother to hide it, however, and was proudly showing it to everybody. His friend (or partner?) also got naked and sat next to him, and they started chatting.
There was another guy sitting close to me. He looked probably in his 40s, masculine looking, a little bit of belly but overall fit, and wearing sunglasses. His whole body was glistening with whatever oil he put on his body. He kept looking at me and constantly touching and adjusting his uncut cock. He managed to keep it semi-hard but not fully hard. He was definitely listening in on my conversation, but he remained quiet.
The older guy I had been talking to also noticed him and kept glancing at his crotch. And at some point during our conversation, he got an erection. I was highly amused. These guys were just nonchalantly getting hard and didn’t really try to hide it. Australians must be very open people.
After a while, I excused myself and started walking toward one end of the beach. It became rocky and some huge boulders and trees offered shades and privacy. When I was exploring the area, I heard someone from behind me.
“G’day”
I looked back. It was the quiet guy. He looked much taller standing up.
“Hey,” I replied.
“I’m David (forgot what his name actually was, but let’s call him David).”
And with that, he lifted his right hand. I initially thought he was going to offer his hand for a handshake, but I was dead wrong. He grabbed my cock. Is this an Australian way of greeting?
He started playing with my cock in his hand. His hand was slippery with the oil he’d been using and my cock quickly grew in his hand. Half embarrassed and half excited, I nervously looked around. We were alone behind some large rocks which provided good privacy.
“It’s okay, mate. People don’t care.” His accent was very enticing,
I grabbed his cock as well. It was already hard. Not long but pretty thick. I started stroking it slowly, watching his foreskin move back and forth.
Suddenly, some guy passed us from behind. I didn’t see him coming and got really startled, but he just passed us with a big grin on his face after a quick glimpse at our crotches, as if it were nothing.
“See? It’s all right,” he assured me.
His slippery hand felt good on my cock. I was getting more and more relaxed and started feeling good. However, he started moaning a little soon.
“Oh… Oh….”
And with some funny facial expressions, he started shooting. Some of his cum landed on my thigh. I wanted to enjoy his cock more, so I was a little disappointed that it had ended this soon. I kept grabbing his deflating cock and he continued jacking me off. And I came after a few minutes.
“Thank you, mate. It was great,” he said with a smile.
“Same here,” I answered.
“I am usually here on Saturdays. Are you going to come again?”
“No, I plan to go somewhere next Saturday, and then will go back to the States.”
“Too bad. I was hoping to see you again.”
I thanked him again and left.
I wish I could tell an equally interesting story about other beaches that I visited. However, it turned out to be a total dud for me. The next Saturday, I headed out to another nude beach, called Obelisk. I heard that it is bigger and mostly gay nude beach, so I had high hopes. However, when I got there, it was pretty much empty. Just a couple of uninteresting people with swimsuits on. Was I actually at the wrong part of the beach? I was not sure.
Disappointed, I headed out to another nude beach nearby called Cobblers. When I got closer to the beach, I saw a young couple (man and woman) heading in the same direction, so I got hopeful. And when I finally got there, there was a pretty good sized crowd on the beach. However, it was very straight - a lot of women were there. And I was not comfortable about being naked in front of women. So I lingered a bit and then left.
On my first Saturday there, I headed to one of the nude beaches called Lady Jane. I took a ferry from Circular Quay in the city center to get there. The beach was pretty compact - a short and narrow sandy area backed with stone walls. However, it was surprisingly not private - the beach was pretty well visible from the road above. That bothered me a bit at first, but I think the fact that I was too far from home made me bold. Like a seasoned nude beach goer
, I quickly stripped down to nothing and put sunscreen on all over my body (yes, I learned my lessons from my previous mistake). I actually had shaved my pubes completely the night before after my miserable failure to trim them with a razor. I felt even more naked without any hair down there.It was a gorgeous afternoon - sunny with cool breeze. Some boats were on the ocean, not too far from the beach. There were a few guys on the beach when I got there. One of them approached me and said hi. He was tall and appeared to be in his late 50s or early 60s. He had a mid-size uncut cock with shaved pubes. He was also very tan without any tan line, so I assumed he frequented nude beaches.
He was quite friendly and a good conversationalist. He asked me what had brought me to Sydney and we talked about my work and a bunch of other stuff. While I was chatting with him, however, my eyes were actually on the other guy, who was like 10 feet from me. He was young, fairly good looking with a slim build and curly hair. He was lying down on his stomach and I could only see his back side.
Shortly after, another young guy arrived and joined him. And he finally lifted his body and sat up on his towel. To my surprise, he was sporting a massive hardon. He didn’t bother to hide it, however, and was proudly showing it to everybody. His friend (or partner?) also got naked and sat next to him, and they started chatting.
There was another guy sitting close to me. He looked probably in his 40s, masculine looking, a little bit of belly but overall fit, and wearing sunglasses. His whole body was glistening with whatever oil he put on his body. He kept looking at me and constantly touching and adjusting his uncut cock. He managed to keep it semi-hard but not fully hard. He was definitely listening in on my conversation, but he remained quiet.
The older guy I had been talking to also noticed him and kept glancing at his crotch. And at some point during our conversation, he got an erection. I was highly amused. These guys were just nonchalantly getting hard and didn’t really try to hide it. Australians must be very open people.
After a while, I excused myself and started walking toward one end of the beach. It became rocky and some huge boulders and trees offered shades and privacy. When I was exploring the area, I heard someone from behind me.
“G’day”
I looked back. It was the quiet guy. He looked much taller standing up.
“Hey,” I replied.
“I’m David (forgot what his name actually was, but let’s call him David).”
And with that, he lifted his right hand. I initially thought he was going to offer his hand for a handshake, but I was dead wrong. He grabbed my cock. Is this an Australian way of greeting?
He started playing with my cock in his hand. His hand was slippery with the oil he’d been using and my cock quickly grew in his hand. Half embarrassed and half excited, I nervously looked around. We were alone behind some large rocks which provided good privacy.
“It’s okay, mate. People don’t care.” His accent was very enticing,
I grabbed his cock as well. It was already hard. Not long but pretty thick. I started stroking it slowly, watching his foreskin move back and forth.
Suddenly, some guy passed us from behind. I didn’t see him coming and got really startled, but he just passed us with a big grin on his face after a quick glimpse at our crotches, as if it were nothing.
“See? It’s all right,” he assured me.
His slippery hand felt good on my cock. I was getting more and more relaxed and started feeling good. However, he started moaning a little soon.
“Oh… Oh….”
And with some funny facial expressions, he started shooting. Some of his cum landed on my thigh. I wanted to enjoy his cock more, so I was a little disappointed that it had ended this soon. I kept grabbing his deflating cock and he continued jacking me off. And I came after a few minutes.
“Thank you, mate. It was great,” he said with a smile.
“Same here,” I answered.
“I am usually here on Saturdays. Are you going to come again?”
“No, I plan to go somewhere next Saturday, and then will go back to the States.”
“Too bad. I was hoping to see you again.”
I thanked him again and left.
I wish I could tell an equally interesting story about other beaches that I visited. However, it turned out to be a total dud for me. The next Saturday, I headed out to another nude beach, called Obelisk. I heard that it is bigger and mostly gay nude beach, so I had high hopes. However, when I got there, it was pretty much empty. Just a couple of uninteresting people with swimsuits on. Was I actually at the wrong part of the beach? I was not sure.
Disappointed, I headed out to another nude beach nearby called Cobblers. When I got closer to the beach, I saw a young couple (man and woman) heading in the same direction, so I got hopeful. And when I finally got there, there was a pretty good sized crowd on the beach. However, it was very straight - a lot of women were there. And I was not comfortable about being naked in front of women. So I lingered a bit and then left.