Follow Up to Wrong Beach

So I went Tuesday by myself to Baker Beach this time. It was around noon. The weather was nearly the same, maybe a bit cooler, since there was a light fog, as is so typical in San Francisco. But it was totally naked weather, Just not hot. The reason I bring this up is because the population on the beach was totally different. There were only about 20 people on Baker Beach, 5 of which were naked. No one had an erection. One person was a lovely, tall, thin white woman in her early twenties. It was a real pleasure to look at her. She didn't seem to be there with anyone. Very bold, a woman alone on a nude beach!

So then I went up the cliffs, walked north for perhaps a third of a mile, then down all those stairs to Marshall's beach. I figured if there were probably a thousand people all crowded onto the beach last Friday afternoon, it would be crowded today, right?

Not so. There were only about 50 people. All men. Every single one! As typical and expected, all were clothed on the south end of the beach. I walked north to the naked section. There were some nude men there. I noticed a couple of guys had gone farther north, starting to clamber over some rocks that seemed to mark the end of the beach. They had a look about them. Like they were up to something. Like they knew where they were going. I put my shoes back on and followed.

I didn't have to go far. Just past where people could see, there was one guy giving another a blow job. Ten feet past that, were a couple engaged in buttfucking. I reclined about ten feet away from both couples, against some rocks. I was triangulated so both couples were ten feet away. They were surely aware of my presence, but no one said anything. I proceed to masturbate enjoying the show. Meanwhile, a container ship was slowly making its way into port. Anyone on that ship would have clearly seen me, which I found rather exciting.

A nearly hairless Asian guy climbed over the rocks and joined us. He walked right up to the blowjob guys and watched from perhaps 3 or 4 feet away for a short while. I had been afraid to approach that closely, in case they wanted some privacy, or distance, or something. He then walked over to the buttfucking couple and stood close to them while idly wanking. He then proceed over the rocks farther north and out of sight.

I was making it a point not to cum and ruin the whole thing, but after a while, I became concerned about sunburn, so I figured I'd toss off, and leave. But somehow, I never got to orgasming. I think I was somehow a bit self-conscious or something. Maybe it was the container ship which was moving remarkably slowly as it was approaching the Golden Gate Bridge.

In retrospect, I should have walked right up to those guys, and said, "Hey, mind if I watch?" I'm rather certain that at minimum they'd say, "Sure," But maybe more, they would have sucked me, or wanted me to participate in some way.

As the old Beatles song goes, "I'm grovin' up slowly." The more I go to the beach(es), the more bold or assured I'll become. I'm planning to go back today or tomorrow. I'll invite Keith.