It was time for me to explore the best of what Berlin’ssummer could offer a young nudist man like myself. I was longing for the beach so I decided to trundle down to the city’s south-west on the commuter S-Bahn railway and visit the famous Wannsee. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky and the temperature was quite high. I’d packed a towel and I was wearing a modest pair of swimming trunks under my shorts. I was ready for the water.

After about 45 minutes on the train we got to the station. It was still school time and it was during the week so there weren’t so many people there. I made my way out of the station and walked into the forest, following the signs to the Strandbad Wannsee. It seemed it was about a 10-minute walk or so but that was fine by me.

I got to the entrance gates and saw you had to pay to get in. This caught me a little off guard but I didn’t think about it too much, the entrance fee was modest. I walked through the gate and surveyed the site. It was a small patch of sand on the river bank in front of a small concreted complex of facilities blocks. I walked down the steps to the beach part and took it in.

I had arrived in the middle of the beach. I could turn left or I could turn right. There were a few people scattered on the beach in front of me but I noticed the sign above my head which pointed right saying FKK. That’s where I wanted to go, that’s where the nude people were. I stopped briefly and thought maybe I should make use of the facilities here while I can see them. Perhaps there weren’t any further along.

I popped into the toilets to my right and saw the walls were covered in green and white tiles. It looked very old-school. I made my way into a cubicle and once I’d relieved myself, I decided to take off my shorts and stick to my swimming trunks. I also put my t-shirt in the bag. I washed my hands and went back outside.

I kept walking and walking and then I saw a wicker fence on the beach. I realised that must be were the dividing line is. I eagerly walked further towards it along the concrete walkway. As we got to the point of no return I could see that indeed, on the other side of the fence, people weren’t wearing clothes. I got incredibly excited, my heart started beating very quickly. I was about to make my way onto the sand when I noticed a naked 70-year old man walking towards me. He was coming from the beach and he looked to be heading towards the little shop behind me. I stood still, watching as he walked past me and went up to the shop and ordered a beer, completely nude. At this point I realised that I could be naked even if I wasn’t strictly on the beach part of the nudist area. This was great!

I found myself a little place on the sand and lay out my towel. I took my trunks off and my balls relaxed in the fresh air. I sat back down and surveyed the area. There were also not too many people here but a couple of ladies and a few men. I pulled out my book and started to read. I sipped on my water bottle and relaxed in the sunshine.

After half an hour or so I felt the itch to explore a bit more. I put my book back in the bag and I put my bag on the towel so it wouldn’t blow away. I turned around and noticed the group of trees to the end of the complex. There wasn’t much over there. Back at the concrete block, I noticed that next to the shop was a set of stairs. I wondered if you could go there naked too. I’d already started walking before I realised that perhaps I should have my trunks just in case. I got closer and noticed the sign saying the male toilets were upstairs, female downstairs. I walked up.

I got up the stairs to find myself on top of a secluded terrace overlooking the beach. The wall was high enough so that I could look out but no one could see if I was clothed or not. I walked over to the wall to have a look. It looked beautiful. At that point I realised I wasn’t alone. In the corner there was a man on his phone wearing a lime green and black striped speedo. He was talking in German about something that seemed important.

There was another man between us. He was looking at the water like me, but he was smoking and was wearing a black and blue swimming trunk that was a bit too small for his size. His belly hung well on top. He was also sporting a pair of cheap sandals and his hair was black and straight but was starting to thing on top. He was in his mid-40s and was a nice shade of brown from beach exposure. He could have easily been a less hairy version of my father. He noticed I was looking at him and he winked at me. I smiled but didn’t know what to do next.

I turned around and saw the toilets. I decided to go in for a piss and see how these facilities compared. They looked almost the same as the last ones I’d used but these were otherwise empty and they were very cool, which provided some nice respite from the heat outside.

I marched up to the urinals on the left. It was proper old school, it was the metal wall style urinal, not the individual porcelain business. It felt strange to not need to undo a fly to piss at a urinal but I liked it. The stream started flowing when I noticed a window in front of me. I looked outside to see the terrace where I was standing before. I wondered though that if that’s where I’d been before, where was the man in the black and blue trunk.

At that point I heard the shuffling of sandals into the toilets. I looked over and saw the gentleman in the black and blue trunk. He winked again and I smiled. This interrupted the stream of piss and I realised I was feeling nervous. What was it about macho Europeans winking that made everything seem natural and yet dirty at the same time? I turned my attention back to the piss wall when I realised the noises I was now hearing were the sound of lycra peeling off skin. He was clearly sliding his trunks off. I saw in the reflection on the tiles above the urinal that he was hanging them up on the sink. He started walking towards me.

I was still pissing as he stood next to me, both of us naked. I was amazed I was still pissing because I felt incredibly nervous. What was he planning to do? Who gets naked and stands right next to another naked man at a urinal?

He then folded his hands behind his heads as he sighed with relief, tilting his pelvis forward and his torso backwards as he started pissing so hard that droplets of piss were ricocheting on to my leg and my abdomen. I’m not one for piss play but this was turning me on, that’s why I didn’t flinch when I felt the warm liquid hit me like hard rain.

I was starting to run out of piss as we stood there but I was almost too afraid to move. I had to see the thing charging bullet-like piss against this wall. I tried to be subtle but surely failed as I turned to look down at his cock. It was magnificent. It was like a long, thick branch standing out of a tree. It was as brown as the rest of his body – not having those trunks on definitely did him favours.

My heart started racing. I hadn’t seen a cock so big, particularly one pissing right next to me. At that point I realised I was staring so I jerked my head back, staring straight ahead. I then felt what was obviously the gentleman’s hand make contact with the back of my head. I seized up. He forcibly turned my head back to look at him piss. He wanted me to stare. He saw I liked it. At which point he turned towards me and continued to piss on me. He then started rocking his pelvis back and forward to spray his urine all over me. I was in shock that anyone could and would do this. The sheer power he was expressing over me was unimaginable.

I stood there being showered with this hunk of a man’s fluids until he ran out. I don’t remember at what point I started getting hard but it was only then as I stood there dripping in golden rain that I realised I was hard as a rock.

He winked at me and walked over to the shower on the other side of the toilets. At that point he gestured for me to come over. I almost stumbled as I hesitantly made my way over. My heart was beating faster than I’d felt before.

Once I got there, he turned the shower on and shoved me under it, washing me off. He tossed my hair back, making sure I got as wet as possible. The water was warm. It felt amazing, almost supernatural. He then turned me to face him. Once in position, he stood in front of me and wagged his cock around, as if to show me who was in charge. I was captivated by his staff and he knew it. Once he realised I was under his spell he walked back over to me and bent me over slightly. He pulled my hand to his member and clasped it around the great pole.

It felt amazing. The touch of his soft skin around this bulging, sausage was so inviting. I began to slowly move my hand up and down as he nodded his head in approval. I gripped harder and moved up and down faster as I could see it was bringing him so much pleasure. I immediately wanted to bring this man to climax. I wanted to see what his magic wand could offer me. I stroked harder and harder.

He eventually decided to take things further. He turned me around, my back facing the wall and my head facing the entrance. He pushed me further forward to bend me over completely. He knelt on the floor and spread my cheeks. The water was now pouring over my exposed hole. It felt like the shower was pelting my hole but I could feel the muscles loosening to the power of the water. He then, almost violently, poked it with one of this chunky fingers. He prodded his way inside and I began to moan. He hooked his forefinger in side and started twisting it round and round. He was trying to loosen me up and it was working. I was in ecstasy, I could have orgasmed then and there. He worked my hole with his single digit until he decided to pry it open with his thumbs and insert another one from the other hand. If I were a puppet, he would have had his arm deep inside me already.

I was lusting over this sexual powerhouse as he massaged my insides. I realised I was making a lot of noise for being inside a public bathroom but this didn’t seem to bother the stranger who was fingering my hole open. At that point he, without ease or without warning, pulled his fingers out. He spread my cheeks once again and rammed his tongue straight into my hole. I let out a moan in absolute pleasure mixed with violation. It was an incredible feeling.

He jabbed his tongue inside me and swirled around. This powerful tongue was almost as strong as the rest of him. I felt he was licking my insides clean. I tried my hardest to stop vocalising.

At that point, I noticed a shadow in the doorway of the bathroom. I started to panic and squirm, someone was going to see us. I try to move but as soon as I lifted myself, he reached up and pushed me back over and let go of my cheeks to hold onto my legs. I was trapped in this position.

The man who came in was the other man from the terrace, the guy in the lime green/black striped speedo who was on his phone. He walked in and didn’t seem to notice us in the distance until he saw the pair of speedos hanging on the sink. He looked over to us and realised what was going on. He stared for a few seconds, me being held in place by my captor who was blissfully unaware that we were being watched.

The man in the lime green/black speedo went over to the urinal and began to relieve himself. At that point the man behind me stood up and held me in place, bent over, all the time the shower still running. He then grabbed hold of my hips and eased them backwards onto his python. My hole miraculously gave way to the great beast and opened right up, more than I imagined possible. It was as if his saliva had some sort of arse-loosener in it. I began to feel it slide in me like a snake. It made its way further and further until it got to the sweet spot. I felt his thick bush of pubic hair nestling the top of my butt crack as his shaft was nestled neatly inside my anus. His bulging cock head was brushing the wall of my prostate, making me crazy. I loved everything I was feeling. It was a symphony for the senses.

I wanted his cock to stay buried deep in me but he then slowly withdrew. I felt my arse crying for him to stay where he was. He pulled right to the edge, stopping short by keeping the tip inside. He began the ram back inside me. He pushed himself right back to the end. He made full use of my hole. He drove himself in me. He repeated this in/out process as he built up speed. He was starting to fuck me right proper.

The man behind me was pulling me back on to his cock and pushing himself into me quite quickly at this point. That was when the man in the speedo emerged from the urinals. He stared at us for a little bit, I was paralysed to show any expression other than pleasure so I had to abandon any dignity of embarrassment for being watched like this.

He slowly made his way towards. He put his phone on the window sill and in front of us. The gentleman behind took no notice of the new man in the midst. The man in front stared down at me to see the sheer volume of pleasure on my face, my inability to control the situation. Without changing his shocked facial expression, he then began to remove his speedos, revealing a thick, long, veiny cock.

He pulled the speedos down to the floor and stepped out of them. He then moved forward, presenting my salivating mouth with his man meat. The fucking from behind kept getting more and more intense as I reached out hungrily for this new addition. The man in front slid his cock inside my mouth. I swirled my tongue around. It tasted heavenly. I was moaning louder and louder, muffled by the third cock in the room. He was truly appreciative and he took as little restraint as the man behind. He pushed deeper inside my mouth until the head of his cock was wedged down my throat as my teeth were being flossed by his pubes. He began to fuck my mouth like the man behind was fucking my arse.

This could only go on so long. The man in front was obviously much quicker than the man behind, they were both slamming into me at the same violent speed. I was no longer thinking in words but was just truly present as I was being used. I felt my arse stretching, the cock sliding back and forth through my anus, the cock sliding over my tongue and ramming the back of my throat, the water hitting me from the shower, the vibrations over my whole body as I moaned in pleasure. It was uncontrollable.

That’s when it happened. Both men, fucking me in perfect sync, seemed to pick up speed, which had seemed impossible. They were ready to cum and they weren’t pulling out. I wanted to feel this in all its beauty. As if everything aligned in perfect unison, the man in front and the man behind both charged their cocks inside me and sprayed me from the inside with their hot ropes of cum. The sheer power of it all forced countless loads of cum out of my unused cock right onto the floor. The sensation was euphoric. All three of us were moaning in ecstasy as we discharged our baby batter with utter force.

Slowly, the men withdrew and washed themselves in the shower. I couldn’t move. I slowly made my way to sitting on the floor. Once the men had put on their trunks and left, I started to think again and I stood up. I washed myself in the still flowing shower and made my way back down to the beach. It was just as sunny as before and I decided l would take a nap. With a calm grin all over my face, I made my way to my towel where the 70-year-old man from before winked back at me. He clearly knew what I’d just done but I didn’t care. I was done for the day and I was now able to truly relax. Berlin had relieved tension, I didn’t know I had.