My Visit to the Nude Swim Meetup

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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 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 şişli escort 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, making me look very boyish. 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.~~~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).~~~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 mecidiyeköy escort 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.~~~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.~~~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. I may have gasped. Lucky guy. He had an alpha male mien, and who wouldn’t with a package like that!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 had shrunk. 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?!

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