A couple of years ago I found myself home alone for several days while my wife was on an interstate trip.

I decided to take advantage by indulging my love of nudism. I love the feeling of being in the nude, and I love being seen by others while nude, and I enjoy looking at beautiful nude people. As a naturally timid person, I also find I get an adrenaline high by doing something daring.

I was in great shape, having done weight training for over a year, along with high-intensity interval training for cardio fitness. I was tall and slim, with low body fat and good muscle definition. I’ve always been boyish, with no back hair and almost no chest hair, and still no need to shave daily. I figured it’s best to go with the flow so I accentuated my boyishness by using a body trimmer to remove all my body hair. I left only a long narrow strip down from my belly button ending in a point at the base of my cock.

I’m also a grower (as they say), which means I need to be relaxed and preferably a little aroused to look my best when nude. At nude beaches, my experience was that nervous excitement meant I took quite some time to relax.

I had discovered that there was a regular meetup on the outskirts of the large city I lived in, held at a rented suburban indoor swimming and recreation complex, comprising a heated swimming pool with lanes, a spa, a sauna, and a gym. The meetup was clothing-optional and open to both sexes. I read the FAQ carefully. It said that no sexual activity or deliberate genital contact was permitted, and that the attendees were predominantly male. It said that erections are natural and sometimes unavoidable, and if they occur can be covered with a towel until subsiding.

Surprisingly, the meetup also featured a massage exchange. I didn’t fancy exchanging massages with a stranger, and as an older person in a mainly male group that was no doubt mostly comprised of regulars, I thought there would be no chance of meeting an attractive female massage partner. But for this particular meeting, the website advertised a demonstration cum training session of lomilomi massage, given by two experts, one (Peter) being the main organizer of the meetup, and the other (Pablo) working as a professional masseur. A bit of Googling revealed that Pablo gave sensual massages for men, and his picture showed a fortyish dark-skinned man in good shape. I also discovered that lomilomi was a very sensual massage style, with long flowing strokes. Great! I could watch the massage demo, get the DVD that was offered, and surprise my wife with a massage.

So: some nude swimming and relaxing in the spa, a bit of useful learning, and, with luck, some fine female bodies to admire. Excellent! I’d been to a nude beach many times when I lived near one, so I expected there would be a strong, maybe dominant, gay contingent. Fine, I could display some solidarity with my gay comrade nudists. And anyway I think the male body is beautiful too, including the genitals. The day proved to be warm. Perfect.

It was a long drive over, and I timed it to arrive fifteen minutes or so after the opening. Near the destination, I was passed by a car with two very attractive young women in it (as well as I could judge). I was sure they were headed to the same place I was, and I was beginning to get excited. I parked in the large parking lot and made my way to the entrance. No sign of the women; maybe they were already inside. I could see that the exterior glass walls were covered with opaque fabric from the inside, guaranteeing privacy.

The entrance desk was manned by a buff, tanned, middle-aged guy wearing a towel, who turned out to be Peter. He first ensured I knew what was going on, then asked whether I brought any food to share after the massage session. I hadn’t, so I added a small cash contribution to my entry fee. Then I was directed to the small entrance door near the desk, and through it I walked.

I wasn’t in Kansas anymore.

A very tanned older guy in good shape lounged nude in a deck chair on the other side of the pool, reading a paper. He had arranged himself to best display to those entering his very large cock, which I judged to be semi-erect. There were a dozen or so men in the pool, some swimming, some chatting in small groups. Most were in good shape and well tanned. I recognized Pablo the masseur. Everyone was nude. I made my way to the male change room, stripped off, mustered my courage, and emerged into the main pool area.  I was aware that eyes would be on me, so I was nervous, and my cock was at its smallest. I tried to be casual as I left my plastic bag of clothes and car keys on the bench, walked to the end of the pool, and dived in. The water was lukewarm. It was wonderfully sensuous moving through the water in the nude, and I did a lap or two, then walked around exploring the complex.

I looked into the large gym section. I hoped I could lift weights in the nude.

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I do that at home. If I’m horny, I wear an elastic strap around my waist and a loop on it that tightens around and lifts my balls, and raises my erect cock. Exposing myself like this to my wife still turns me on fiercely, and the strap increases the sensual thrill from lifting heavy weights with an erection (due to the strain on the pelvic floor, I guess).

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But the gym had been converted into a massage area, with the gym equipment moved to the periphery, and a sign saying it was not available for use. This made room for ten or so professional massage tables. It was an impressive setup. I presumed only one would be used for the demo session, but that afterwards people who wanted to exchange massages would be free to use all the tables.

I then proceeded to the spa, which turned out to be a large heated hot tub with jets of water blowing towards the center below the surface. There were a handful of men there, sitting with just their upper bodies above water, and arms spread on the edge. I stepped into the tub and sat down in the water. I chatted a bit, and found everyone friendly. At some point, a youngish, enormous, freakishly obese man joined the spa. I’m guessing he weighed about 400 pounds. The water probably spilled over the edge. It was a sight worthy of Fellini, but I was impressed by the man’s self-acceptance and lack of shame.

I badly wanted to be seen looking my best when I left the spa and realized that if I turned and faced the side, I could direct a stream of water at my cock, so I mustered up the courage and did so, acting casual. I was frustrated at only being seen nude in public when I was nervous, with my cock at its smallest. This was the only opportunity I could think of to get a bit aroused, since I hadn’t seen any women. I knew it must have been apparent what I was doing, but I decided that my best course of action was to be brazen and confident.

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I had good reason to think the stream would arouse me, because once my wife and I swam in the nude in friends’ pool while we were minding their house while they were away. It was in the daytime, I recall. My wife found a stream of water, directed it onto her clit, and came very quickly (as was her wont), with me caressing her stiff nipples from behind, and whispering how shameless she was into her ear. (We didn’t look out for neighbors looking over the fence.) She swam away to recover. I thought what was good for the goose was good for the gander, and positioned my cock in the stream, so that it hit it right on the head. My wife realized what I was doing, and swam up behind me. She caressed my balls from behind, her nipples rubbing on my back, and one hand squeezed my own nipple. Suddenly she slipped her finger into me through my anus, and vigorously explored my rectum. Lightning bolts of pure pleasure shot up my spine. I was so overcome that I came immediately, before I could get my cock over the edge of the pool, and ejected a copious stream of milky cum, which kind of coagulated in the pool, and immediately started circulating. Shit! We did our best to clean it up, but it was hopeless, and I suspect what we did was discovered, because our friends never seemed the same afterward, although they said nothing. Who could blame them? I would never have done that if I thought about the consequences.

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And indeed, the pressure of the jet of water did the trick, and I felt my cock growing. When I was aroused but not erect, I got up and left the spa, taking my time while everyone watched me. I did a slow walking circuit of the pool, feeling much more confident now, looking my naked best. I was having a great time. Then I entered the pool again, and swam a bit, and my cock eventually returned to its normal state. I noticed a pair of guys cuddling in the corner of the pool. They were both nude, of course.

While I was lounging on the pool steps, Peter walked up and positioned himself right next to me. His genitals were inches from my eyes, and the well-trimmed fair pubic hair left them very exposed. His scrotal sack was very large, but did not hang low, being fully occupied by two huge testes. On top of this sat a thick and hefty (but not long) cock shaft, crowned by a perfect plump uncircumcised head, all pointing out rather than down. He had an alpha male mien.

Anyway, Peter told me that my name had been drawn as the subject for the massage demonstration, and that I should simply turn up with my towel at the appointed time (about a half-hour away) in the massage area. (When I first met him at the reception desk, he said that the massage demonstration required a volunteer subject, whose name would be drawn out of a hat, and asked if I objected to being in the draw. Not wanting to appear to be timid, I agreed to be included.)

Boy oh boy! This was a shock. Afterwards I wondered if the draw really was random, or if Peter just chose me because I was a new face, or rather, new body, or for some other reason.

Maybe Peter was giving me the opportunity to renege. I didn’t get that feeling. What was I to do? Apologize and decline? Sneak out early? What the hell, I decided. It’s time for me to man up (as it were).

I said, “Great. I look forward to it,” trying to appear nonchalant.

The time before the massage demo is a blur in my memory. I think I recall introducing myself to Pablo in the pool, telling him I was the guinea pig. Then I heard the announcement that the massage demo was about to begin, and everyone save for a couple of guys who remained in the pool made their way over to the massage area. There must have been about thirty people, all men, all nude, all probably gay (I had realized by then). Where had all the others come from? I later deduced it must have been the sauna, which I never did get around to noticing and using. I would have loved to do so; it would have been interesting.

So here’s the situation that our hero now finds himself in. I am straight and have never had the slightest gay experience. I am introduced to the assembled throng as the lucky volunteer for the massage demonstration, which is to be carried out by two experts, one a dominating and beautifully hung gay man (Peter), the other (Pablo) a gay man who (let’s face it) is almost certainly expert at arousing and extracting orgasms from his gay massage clients. Both are considerably younger than me. I am nude, and my body is hairless (except for the pointer to my cock), completely exposing my genitals. Both masseurs are nude. The demonstration will be watched closely by about thirty men, all nude, all very probably into gay sex.

I now remembered that the website for the meetup had a little more to say concerning the massage. Namely, that arousal may occur and is natural, but it was a relaxation rather than erotic massage, and not meant to be sexual in any way. I think I knew how to read between the lines. This implied to me that the massage could indeed turn out to be sexual in its effect if not intent, and that should arousal occur, it would not be viewed as unusual or any reason to stop. Indeed, for all I knew, it was welcome.

And now I learned more from Peter’s introduction. This first session in a series would teach massaging the back of the body, so I would be face down, lying on my front. (Great! I think being face-up would have been too much for me to cope with.) Coconut scented oil would be liberally applied to me. The lomilomi massage style is very vigorous and physical, with long strokes along my limbs and across my buttocks. I would be simultaneously massaged by both masseurs, each performing the same coordinated strokes on his side of my body.

I was very nervous, and my cock was at its very smallest. I suspected that from the intangibles (as they say) it was obvious that I was straight, despite my look. What the fuck have I got myself into?!

We began. I got on the massage table and lay face down, after first reaching down to make myself comfortable by pushing my balls and penis between my legs. I was told to open my legs wide. Part of my cock shaft and all of the head must have been completely exposed, with my sensitive frenulum visible and facing up. Oil was poured onto me and massaged into my limbs, neck, shoulders, back, buttocks, and even hands and feet. This was a pleasant physical sensation, especially on my lower back, and near my inner thighs, and on my buttocks. Some oil dripped down my crack. I was in a state of hypersensitivity. I felt some oil run down to my anus and then perineum. Some drops accidentally splashed onto my genitals. My imagination was already running rife, because I couldn’t actually see what was happening to me.

Then the massage demo began. Various strokes were performed, accompanied by verbal explanations. I could feel and hear the two masseurs moving their bodies very vigorously. I imagined the sight, with the attendees watching the masseurs’ cocks and balls swing in the humid air, slapping against their thighs. Maybe the masseurs got aroused! Maybe everyone got aroused!

Being simultaneously massaged on both sides of my body was amazingly sensual. The long strokes felt so nice. When they involved my buttocks, which seemed often, they rocked my pelvis, and my cock moved slightly on the towel, which roughly but oh-so-slightly rubbed my cock head. I made a conscious decision to allow myself to get aroused, and put on a show for the spectators. I could feel my cock lengthening (it first lengthens, then gets thicker), and I was sure an appreciative audience of nude gay men was enjoying the sight. At one point, my lower legs were bent up and held, and my thighs opened wide, and I was rocked like this, knowing my cock was completely exposed, and probably also my anus. This excited the exhibitionist in me tremendously. I was conscious that I had an at least partial erection. My exposed frenulum was exquisitely sensitive to the movement in the heavy, humid air, and my arousal increased further. Eventually the massage ended, and I lay there, throbbing, while Peter made some final remarks.

I became aware of a request to get off the table. I dismounted slowly, trying to appear casual, and stood there looking at Peter. Although my towel was right there on the table, it didn’t occur to me to reach for it to use it to cover my erection. I guess I wasn't thinking straight. Throughout the entire meetup, obvious staring at genitals was something everyone had implicitly avoided. But this time, when I’d dismounted, Peter looked me right in the eye, and then looked down at my erection (holding his gaze there for what seemed a long time), and then back at me, not exactly triumphantly, but in a dominating way. Everyone in the room must have watched him do this.

He asked, “How did you find the massage, Mick?”

I could only come up with the briefest reply. “It felt great, thanks.”

I continued to just stand there, not looking down at myself. I didn’t know how strong my erection was, but I could feel that my cock was very long and thick.

Peter seemed extremely pleased with the demonstration. With everyone still assembled around the main table, he announced that we’d now split up into groups of three, and practice what we had learned, trying to copy the demonstration. He introduced me to two guys who he said were in my group. One was old, and extremely hairy, which I found very unattractive. The other was just old. Neither was in great shape. I had no interest in proceeding, and protested. “But surely I’m excused. I couldn’t see the techniques to give a massage, and I’ve already had my massage.”

He said, “No. You need to learn the techniques by copying your partner, and you’re needed for their group of three.”

Sigh. I did as I was told, and the remains of my erection quickly dissipated. Hairy Guy was to be massaged first. I found it repulsive, especially when he was oiled, but I forced myself to proceed. What else could I do? I found the techniques extremely physical, and hard work, and had a better appreciation for the phenomenal sight it must have been to see my nude, long, lean, hairless self massaged by two nude experts. After an eternity of me paying for my sins, a bell rang, and we were all told to swap roles, so Hairy Guy and yours truly massaged Other Guy, which I found more tolerable, although something I would never choose to do. Finally (Praise the Lord!) the bell rang again. No more massaging for me! There was never any sign of arousal in either massage. Thank you Jesus!

I said, “I’m done. I’ve already had my massage.”

But Other Guy protested. He was very keen indeed to give me a massage. I got the feeling he saw it as a reward, an entitlement, and no way was he going to miss out. Sigh. I submitted to being massaged again, and this time had no sexual reaction whatsoever. Far from it.

After the massage session finished, I needed to remove the copious amount of massage oil on me, so I went to the men’s changing room to shower. The showers were packed, and I knew everyone had watched me being massaged. It took a lot of vigorous soaping to remove the massage oil. What a gay scene! After I finished, I had a brief swim. The Cuddlers were at it again and seemed to be getting amorous. They were kissing and laughing and seemed a little high to me.

During this time, tables were set up at one end of the pool, and eventually an announcement came over the PA that supper was ready. I walked over to join the throng and partake of the finger food that people had brought, and have a cup of coffee. Guys were chatting in groups. I knew no-one, except the masseurs, but they were occupied with others. I chatted a bit, then noticed another grossly obese person emerge from the changing rooms, this time the women’s. She reminded me of the Michelin man, with huge rolls of fat ringing her body and limbs. She wore a towel around her top. No modesty covering was needed on her bottom half, as her genitals were hidden behind curtains of fat. I gathered she had just arrived, which was strange.

Then Peter asked everyone to assemble for some announcements. I remember he started with some procedural stuff. He asked for volunteers for various tasks, including removing the massage tables, which had been brought to the venue, restoring the gym’s original setup, and, finally, removing the hanging tarpaulins that blocked outsiders from looking in. He said some people, who were repeat offenders, needed to watch their behavior, because they put the meetup at risk if complaints made it outside. I formed the strong impression he was referring to The Cuddlers. Then he said he had a special announcement, and introduced the Fat Lady, who apparently was well known to many. She was apparently an active and valued member of the nude alternative lifestyle community that ran the meetup. Peter said this was her last meetup, because she was moving to another state, and gave her an eloquent and warm sendoff. The Fat Lady gave a gracious reply, followed by generous applause, and then the socializing resumed for the brief remaining time.

At one point, I noticed the Fat Lady was alone, and I walked up to her. I valued the opportunity to talk to a woman. I told her that I had recently moved here from the state she was moving to, and offered some observations and advice, including to check out the renowned nude beach, which she was familiar with. She told me that Peter was the great love of her life.

I said, “Wow. I assumed he was gay.”

She said that of course he was, but she meant her statement in a spiritual sense, and that he was the greatest person she had met, and the biggest influence in her life.

I was impressed and said, “All that, and such a beautiful cock and balls!”

She smiled. She also told me that the attendance at this particular meetup was much reduced, because there was another nude event in the city that day, one that attracted the young alternative crowd. So there would normally be more younger people, and more women. Just my luck!

I told her I was fascinated by the nudist lifestyle, and questioned her about it. I was especially interested in the extent that it was sexualized, and she confirmed my suspicions that many nudists had unconventional sexual lifestyles, including things like swinging, and voyeurism, and exhibitionism, often at secret outdoor locations. I was really enjoying our conversation. It felt simply delightful to be conversing in the nude with a nearly nude woman (however gross her body) about sexy matters. I liked her — she was intelligent, articulate, and uninhibited — and I found myself getting aroused. For the first time nude in public (which had mainly occurred at nude beaches), I was entirely free of nervousness and anxiety. My balls felt loose and dropped low, and blood flowed freely to my cock, which welcomed it and soaked it up. I gave in to the feeling of arousal completely, embracing it, feeling entirely confident in doing so. I could feel my cock lengthening, the now very big head pulling it down.

My new friend took off her towel, exposing the biggest breasts I will ever see, and conveying her comfort with me (and possibly her arousal). Like me, she couldn’t see the effect she was having on me, as we were standing too close, but surely she could sense my arousal. She told me about her condition, which was apparently quite recent, and before which she said she had an attractive body. She said she now got free vacations, because wealthy single male sex-addicts of her acquaintance would take her to sex clubs at overseas beach resorts that were only open to couples. She elaborated on the various sexual activities that occurred at these places, fueling my imagination. She’d take walks and read books while her pretend-partner got his rocks off. Although I found that a little sad, all this sex talk aroused me even further, and I was aware of my cock continuing to fatten, and, incredibly, continuing to grow, straight down, without actually being stiff. I had never felt like this before. My cock already felt like it was a foot long (literally!), and could grow without limit, as if the gentle but persistent force of gravity was pulling it from my body. I was well aware, too, and delighted in the thought, that some people were probably observing all this. I was high, and felt indescribably happy in the moment. (So powerful was the sensation that the thought later occurred to me that the food I had consumed might have contained ecstasy. But I doubt it. I think my brain was by now simply flooded with endorphins from so much sexual arousal.)

Eventually, I noticed a guy moving our way to join us. He clearly wanted to talk to the sorceress in my company, which broke the spell. Before he reached us, I said, “I should let you talk to your friend. It was literally a pleasure talking to you, as you can see if you lower your gaze.” She did so, her eyes lingering there, and gave me a wonderful smile.

By now the meetup was winding up. I headed back to the change room, with my cock longer and fatter than it had ever been before. Anyone who had seen me earlier in the day would have been astonished at the transformation. I was astonished myself! Several men were showering, and I joined them, again soaping myself vigorously, since massage oil was still on me. Then I heard a voice. It was Hairy Guy, who had joined us without my noticing. He asked whether he could soap my back. Yuck! I politely declined.

I finished showering and walked to the bench. I was by then already thinking of my visit as a kind of outrageous exhibitionist performance, and decided that a big finish was in order. With most eyes in the room on me, I casually removed a tube of strongly scented feminine body lotion from my bag. I then took my sweet time rubbing it over my entire body, paying particular attention to the genital and anal regions. With my left hand cupping and rubbing lotion on my balls, I rubbed lotion up and down my cock shaft with my right fist, then used my thumb and index finger to swirl it around the corona, and slowly lifted up over the head. It’s important to moisturize thoroughly in our harsh climate.

Boy, was it hot in there! I dressed, leaving my shorts to last. I walked out. Guys were now removing the tarpaulins from the glass walls. I grabbed a bunch of rhubarb that someone generously brought, and walked out into the sunlight.

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My wife returned the next day and asked what I’d got up to while she was away.

I said, “Not much, there’s just one thing to show you.”

I went to our bedroom, stripped off, and emerged naked, with my cock erect. “I tried a new style. Do you like it?”

I was referring to the narrow strip of cropped hair pointing to my cock, on my otherwise hairless body.

“No. It looks silly. Go shave it off and then get on the bed.”

I did as she wished.