My Naked Beach Adventure

So I was just back from holiday and had only had one wank in 2 weeks, I'd been on the balcony at the hotel, day and night strutting around naked. At night the balcony was lit up so anyone could see me if they looked up. A couple on an adjacent balcony saw me and I turned around, buttocks on show but not moving. During the day, whilst standing legs wide apart with my tackle hanging out and pointing at the ocean, a couple pointed at me. I turned around so my bare buttocks were on show.

My balls were already sore, aching so much I had to take paracetamol and ibuprofen and I couldn't stop thinking about my next naked adventure. I was soooo horny.

It was 7.30pm when I left the house in my favourite maroon, tight-fitting t-shirt, old black tight "hotpants", hipsters with my running shorts over the top, running shoes and tiny ankle running socks. It was Saturday and the last day in August so I knew sunset was about 8pm. It was a bit overcast so I was really hoping there would be no one in the entry car park. 

I let out a groan of pure pleasure as I left the house behind, thinking this was going to be a good one. My heart skipped a beat or two. I couldn't believe how horny I was. Could I take my T-shirt off on the main road?

As I turned right to pulled off the main road, cars already with headlights on, it was getting noticeably darker. I had my head torch just in case.

I ran down the country lane about 100 yards to the secluded car park, I was within 10 yards when I couldn't wait any longer and just quickly stripped my tight t-shirt off in the road and held it in my hands still running. I had my fingers crossed there was no one in the car park. My heart sank a little as I reached the brow of the hill that hides the car park. Peeking over the top there was a blue mini there but I was relieved as just as I ran over the hill in just my running shorts and shoes, the young girls headlights came on and she pulled out of the car park. She looked fit as f*ck too, also wearing a tight top, showing skin. She briefly looked at me with a furtive smile. Maybe she thought it was odd I was parading with no shirt on this time of evening?  Just out running at the end of a hot, sticky summer evening.

Car park empty, I ran through it to the country pathway and then on a few metres past the stile a little way and then stopped, checked back in the car park that she really had left. The car park was completely empty and my heart was racing once again. No one would be coming this way tonight. It was never normally empty, my excitement growing faster with every step.

A little further down the path I could see the farmer on his tractor going up and down the fields but he would soon be finished. I would just be starting my lone adventure to the coast. My loins ached so much.

I found the tree with two trunks beneath the power lines and found the bow between them, there was a small wooden panel nestled there. I stuffed my headtorch and t-shirt in there then slid off my old running shorts with the lining shot. Both hands caressing down my sides to reveal just my pants. I was now just in my very tight black hipster pants and runners. I was aching with horniness. It felt so good. My knackered old pants had a massive hole under the crotch. I could feel the gentle breeze in the summer air on my balls. My excitement was now uncontainable. I couldn't think straight. I could have jerked off right there and then. I was apprehensive about leaving my t-shirt and shorts behind, irrationally thinking someone would find them and steal them, but there was no way you could see them from the path. I thought about running on, but paused for a second with apprehension, then my inner horny devil got the better of me and I just thought, fuck it just go for it. Run on the path in just your pants.

I ran for about a mile and a half along the secluded dirt track in just my hotpants, tanned skin showing all over, along the sandy path, getting darker but still plenty of light, hoping not to see any strangers or mountain bikers coming the other way. Occasionally looking down at my bronzed torso, and only my tiny black pants on my body, stroking my smooth shaved bronzed chest, feeling down to the top of my pants and bending over the elastic a little for a peek. Every other part of me on show. Breathing heavily and sweating a little I hopped over the holes that the badgers set and on the final bend before the main south coast way gravel track. I stopped on the bend and peered round the corner up to the S Coast Way. No one up the path. Without my glasses, I could see the outline of trees in the dappled light that looked more like people walking. My fear and excitement intertwined blissfully, my penis pulsating.

Stopped on the bend, I found a small bush to hide my running shoes and socks. I slipped them off one by one, treading my bare feet out onto the track. Under the trees, it was getting murkier. I got a little sting on my wrist from a stinging nettle, nothing to worry about. I walked up and down the bend a few times, checking the angles, to make sure no one could see or steal my shoes as they walked or cycled past. I was now barefoot in just my small black hipster pants, bare chest, nothing else. The sandy path and grass verge felt amazing under my bare feet as I walked along. If anyone came along now, I could not run, I would just have to hide in a bush.

My excitement building ever more. I walked barefoot another 100 metres along to the busy main South Coast gravel track where mountain bikers and dog walkers would often appear unannounced and take me by surprise. But it was ok, I wasn't really doing anything too naughty. To a passerby I was just a runner or a swimmer in their speedos or something. A little weird but nothing illegal or on show, yet. Certainly ok to continue walking to the shoreline. Fingers crossed, my heart was racing with excitement, my penis waiting to get out, pressed hard against my tight tiny pants, barely concealing anything, just a small strip of black fabric against a tan body. Still feeling the breeze on my underside as I walked barefoot, my feet tingling but the ground soft, avoiding any sharp stones on the tricky gravel, traversing the grass strips where possible.

Finally the gap in the hedges opened up to reveal the shoreline ahead. A little river emptied into the sea here, with a rickety wooden bridge across it. As I got to the end of the path my excitement was intense, I had my fingers crossed that there was no one here on the beach and I had it all to myself. Sunset had passed, surely everyone was gone home this Saturday evening? I got to the grassy knoll that overlooked the beach, the little river and the sea. I glanced to my left and across the bank path. No one. My heart skipped a beat again. It was completely clear to the east for miles. Then I hopped down from the grass onto the shingly part of the beach so I could look to the west. No one. This was it. I was throbbing with excitement, my penis now fully erect in my tight black pants. No one was coming. I had the place all to myself for miles and miles I hoped.

Heart racing, I leapt over the bank and tiptoed to the sandy stretch of the beach and then hopped over the seaweed to let the sea lap the ends of my toes. It felt amazing. There was a big cruise ship turning in front of me maybe a mile ahead. They could probably see my beautiful tanned body, but I didn't care. From this distance it would be impossible to see who I was. I was in full view to any passengers who happened to be looking out port side.

I ventured a little further into the sea, up to my ankles and then up to my thighs in the cool water. It felt so good. 

Now it was time. I began to play with my pants. Black hotpants tight over my tanned hairless skin, hairless balls and penis, completely shaved and free. Firstly dropping the pants down a little playfully to reveal my tan line and show off my penis. It was bulging and aching. I then began to claw at the hole underneath, making it bigger as I did so, ripping the fabric carelessly bit by bit. Then I tore another hole at the top, pulling at it again to make it bigger. Then on the right side, the limp fabric was now just hanging on my body, barely in place, like rags about to fall off my skin in the slightest breeze. Elastic failing. I could feel the precum dripping from the tip of my penis. There was now barely anything keeping my pants from falling, gaping holes revealing almost everything on display. The slightest move and they would soundlessly drop down into the water. No way to repair them now or cover up my tackle. The light breeze tickled my balls even more, and there was now only shreds of hanging black material and the inch of grey elastic strip hugging tight to my waist like a tiny belt.

I pulled what remained of the pants down into the water and slipped them over the ends of both my wet feet, my buttocks now revealed as I bent over. I pulled the wet pants up into my hands and rolled them into a tight ball and looked out towards the sea. I picked out a spot about 15 metres away out to sea, lifted my arm up in the air, gulped nervously and then threw the pant material at the spot. They seemed to fly in slow motion, flail outwards a little, then land on the water with a small splash, bobbing and bubbling for a second, with an air bubble and then finally submerging from view forever. The point of no return. There I was, completely naked up to my thighs in the sea water and I was totally exhilarated I could hardly breathe, heart pounding with such excitement. I looked up and down the beach, there was no one here. My erection was fully hard now, completely naked and alone on the beach. My perfect tanned body on full view to anyone who walked by.

No way to recover my sunken and shredded pants, I was now completely butt naked, no clothes, no watch, jewelry, no nothing, just me, the beach and the breeze. My nearest item of clothing was just my shoes, nearly 1km away, and I couldn't run, there was nowhere to hide at all. Completely exposed, if anyone came, all I could do was head into the water so the water was above my genitals and wait it out there. But still no one came. I slowly strode out of the water, revealing my ankles and then feet, feeling my balls swing confidently as I felt my naked feet and the sand between my toes. It was heavenly. My naked body wrapped only in a gentle breeze and for all to see who walked by.

I walked west along the sandy strip of the beach as far as I could dare go, striding confidently naked with every step on my sandy catwalk for maybe 20 metres, looking at the overlooking cliffs. Walking slowly and taking in the surroundings, staring down occasionally at my naked body in the failing light. I turned around slowly and then back in the other direction, my penis throbbing, erection so hard it was almost vibrating. Precum strands cascading from the tip and sometimes dripping gently on my thighs arousing me further. I continued to walk east now, the sand still feeling amazing between my toes. Occasionally stroking my penis with more precum but no orgasm for me just yet. I thought about bringing a hair tie to wrap around my wrists and put behind my back to stop me touching myself and cumming too soon but I didn't need to this time. I was in control. Just enough arousal but not too much to cum until I was ready. I wanted to experience the full exhilaration of being completely naked for as long as possible where I shouldn't be, like some erotic naturist.

I walked up the grassy bank again and up to the high cliffs on the western path, up to the top, no one coming. I walked through the long dead grass on the top of the cliff. It felt awesome as the wind whipped up between my legs, my erection got even harder, long grass stroking my inner thighs as I passed over it and the top of the grass caressing my bits like a gentle kiss. I ambled back down to the beach again via the route I came to go back on the beach again for a lot longer with my carefree arms and naked genitals swinging almost in unison. Still no one came. As it got darker the fear of someone coming subsided but the thrill of being naked or caught did not. It was amazing. I could have walked along the beach forever, without a care for anyone coming or seeing me. No sign of my clothes or anything anywhere, just me naked and an empty beach, the sea gently lapping the shoreline. My penis gently touching my thighs occasionally.

Finally I started to walk naked back up the track towards my trainers. It took a good 10 minutes barefoot, but I felt so horny it did not matter, occasionally stroking my penis lovingly, but not too much, edging ever closer to orgasm carefully. The slightest touch would now trigger an instant orgasm. I could hear the occasional birds flying overhead, sometimes thinking it was a mountain biker. I got to the gravel crossroads, checking with care as this was the South Coast way and could get caught out, but I wasn't worried in the failing light. It felt so good.

Back along the main path, still no one around, the firm soil beneath my bare feet felt amazing along with the occasional strip of grass. I was getting close to my shoes again, 40 metres away. Was I going to make it? Once I'd come it would be over. 20 metres away. I couldn't make it, the sensation was overwhelming and I was trembling, translucent precum dripping everywhere between my legs as I walked in big gangly steps on the firm sand. Touching myself more and more often, until I clung on to my penis and started a single soft stroke. That's all it took, I'd never been hornier. I felt hot flushing everywhere across my naked skin. It did not take much persuasion as I started to come almost immediately. The orgasm came over me]incredibly strong, wave after wave. My naked torso shuddering with release. I held the end of my penis to stop the ejaculation, all the while the skin of my throbbingly large penis was filling up with spunk in steady waves, like an elephant being prevented from sneezing. Pure ecstasy washed over me from the tip of my penis, to the ends of my tingling toes. Until I could hold onto it no longer and a huge splash of hot white cum sprayed all over the grass verge, nettles and brambles as my whole body shuddered in blissful unison. Two weeks worth of spunk everywhere, I was spent. Suddenly feeling completely exposed, I quickly found a very large dock leaf, covered up my genitalia and walked back to my shoes, put them on and ran back naked the 2 miles back to my t-shirt and running shorts with the dock leaf pointlessly trying to cover my genitals but not my buttocks. It was over but it had felt so good.