Saturday April 24

I woke up this morning feeling far less hung-over than I would have expected. I called Kenny & Richard. Their plan for the day was to go to the nude beach. This was very exciting for me. Despite my strong exhibitionist proclivities, I'd never been to a nude beach before, or to any public place where nudity was allowed. It was something I'd always wanted to do, and now I finally had the opportunity.

Kenny & Richard came by and picked me up outside my hotel. We got a quick breakfast to go, and were on the road. It was actually a bit of a drive. The beach was located on the ocean shore some distance south of the city. As we rode along we watched the fog bank moving out to sea.

Finally we were there. We parked in a lesser-known spot just North of the official state park. We gathered our stuff, walked down to the beach, and hiked up to the clothing-optional section. There was a very strong wind blowing. Rather than blowing from the sea onto the shore, it was blowing North --> South along the shoreline. It was also a very cold wind. The sun was shining, but I was pretty damn chilly.

There were a number of temporary structures along the beach made of drift wood and designed to block the wind. Kenny and Richard called them "Drift wood Condos." Some were just piles of wood while others were quite elaborate. All of them were taken. We continued walking North deeper into the clothing-optional section. To this point I had yet to see anyone who had opted to take his clothes off. Actually, aside from the driftwood condo residents, there weren't a lot of people on this beach at all. This was probably due to the fact it was only April, and it was a rather chilly day.

Finally we came upon a pile of driftwood that didn't have anyone sitting behind it. I was surprised. I figured every single one would be taken. I sat down and chilled out while Kenny & Richard started enhancing the structure. It was looking like a pretty sorry excuse for a condo, but when I lay behind it I found that it actually did a really good job of blocking the wind. We spread out a blanket, took our clothes off, and lay in the sun. With the wind off us and the sun on us it now felt quite comfortably warm. The initial stimulation of the sun on our naked bodies caused us all to get erections, but they faded pretty quickly.

We lay in the sun for quite a while. Occasionally individuals or couples would walk past nude as they strolled the length of the beach. I wanted to get out in the open naked, but I didn't want to stray too far from our little fort. I was actually uncharacteristically shy about being seen naked. We were at the far edge of the beach by the hills that led up to the mainland. It was actually quite a distance from there to the water's edge. I decided that a walk straight to the water and straight back to the fort would be a low-risk venture. Kenny said he'd walk with me.

As soon as I got out walking I felt exhilarated. People all around could see my naked body . There was nowhere to hide, and I was getting further and further from our safe retreat. It was a little arousing, but I tried to keep my mind off it. Soon we were down to the water's edge. I let the water come up around my ankles. It was COLD! After a little bit Kenny headed back to the fort, but I remained. This was my first time in the ocean in many, many years, but I'm no stranger to cold water. I really hate prolonged exposure to cold conditions, but a brief, controlled exposure to extreme cold can be fun for me. I decided to wade in deeper.

At first the cold was painful, but my legs quickly adapted to it. I inched in deeper and deeper until it was up to my thighs. As waves rolled in they would splash up higher on my body. It started just touching my scrotum, but I ventured in deeper so that it would splash up over my groin and onto my stomach. I never had my nads continuously submerged, but the waves would totally wash over them and get everything completely wet.

The combination of the cold and the water on my naked body started getting me a little aroused. I was off where nobody could see me, so I decided to just let it happen. I got almost a full erection. It was fun and stimulating, but the cold was starting to get to me. Here I was 100 yards from our fort, and I was naked and erect. With no alternatives available to me, I turned towards the shore and just started walking. I wasn't completely stiff, but my dick was fat and long and wagging back and forth between my legs as I strode. I broke out into a trot at one point, but things started flopping all over the place. I tried to cover myself with my hand, but that was like grasping myself and it only made me harder. Finally I just let it go and walked unabashed in all my glory back to the fort.

Kenny and Richard found my fat dick to be far less interesting than the fact that I actually got into the freezing cold water. They immediately started interrogating me.

"Wasn't that cold???"

"Yeah."

"How could you stand it???"

"It was invigorating!"

"You're an odd man, Toaph."

Within minutes a fairly cute hippie-boy wandered past. When he saw me smoking a butt he bummed one. I think it was just an excuse to stop and talk.

"So the cold water made you hard?" he inquired.

"Yup," I answered. "Extreme sensations tend to do that to me."

We chatted a bit and my dick got soft again. After a while I decided I wanted to get my naked body back out in the open again. I gave Kenny my palmcorder and told him to tape me all the way to the water, while I was splashing around, and all the way back again. The hippie-boy made some comment like, "Nothing wrong with exhibitionism," not knowing it's what I'm making my career out of. I repeated my earlier performance, but the water didn't make me hard this time and the cold got to me a little more quickly. I trotted back to the fort after just a couple of minutes.

The cute hippie-boy went to catch up to his friends. Kenny and Richard and I lay in the sun a little longer, but before long it was time to be going. I totally didn't want to get dressed yet. They started gathering our stuff and packing it back into the bags. As they were trying to fold up a blanket it became apparent how strong the wind was. I did a quick pose with a towel flowing over my head.

Finally when I could wait no longer I put my clothes back on. But I didn't put on my underwear and I left my jeans mostly unzipped, allowing them to hang off my bare hips. We hiked the long walk back to where we'd come down onto the beach. We got there just as the hippie-boy and his friends were getting there. As we got to the precarious trail that led back up to the car, I tried to pull my pants all the way up and fasten them around my waste. With only one free hand this was a challenge. I heard the hippie-boy, directly behind me, say, "Just leave 'em down, dude." I decided to take his advice.

We got back to the car, waved good-bye to the hippie-boy, and brushed as much sand off ourselves as possible. I loaded up their trunk-mounted CD player with some of my own disks, and away we went. On the ride back I treated them to some select DADA and Barenaked Ladies tunes. Finally I could listen to some non-gay music. We discussed the possibility of going to the Powerhouse that night, since Kenny & Richard were relaxed and not strung out from a long week of work. It sounded like a good plan. The ride back seemed to take less time than the ride out there.

We went back to Kenny & Richard's apartment and took turns showering off. Of course after I was out of the shower I didn't want to put my clothes back on again. They were getting all dressed up for dinner and I'm wandering around bare-ass naked. Finally someone buzzed their intercom. It was their friend Shane who came over to join us for dinner. Kenny said I might want to "cover up." I threw on a pair of jeans. When he came in he did a bit of a double-take at this mysterious, bare-chested man in Kenny & Richard's living room. Actually I thought he was quite handsome and he appeared to have a very nice build. I got the rest of the way dressed and we had a couple cocktails. We headed out for dinner and picked up Andrew. He and Shane and I had to sit all in the back seat.

We went straight to a parking garage so we didn't have to futz around with parking like we did the night before. We went to a sea food place in the Castro. While we were waiting outside for a seat, Aaron came by. He apologized for missing us the night before. We weren't sure what to do since we couldn't get a seat right away at our chosen place, but indecision kept us frozen in place. Finally a table opened up, but there had been people waiting at the counter. They took the table and we took their place at the counter. I really wanted to just get dinner out of the way this time, and suggested we all just eat at the counter. Of course this was way below Andrew's dining standards, and others were unsure about it, but for the first time all week I decided to get assertive. To me the ingestion of food is a necessary chore like filling the car with gas. The night before we had gotten so mired in the process that it wore everyone out for the rest of the evening. I didn't want that to happen again, so I made my case that we just get it over with and move on to socialize afterwards. Everyone capitulated and we ordered our dinners right there. It worked out fine as far as I was concerned.

After dinner Andrew went with Aaron and the rest of us went to the BMW. We dropped off Shane at his place and went to Aaron's. He had a really beautiful apartment. He had some drinks out and music playing on the stereo, and it was actually quite comfortable there. Of all the people I'd met so far this week, and that was quite a number, he was the first person who smoked cigarettes. Finally, I thought, finally I can just light up where I'm standing without having to apologize or be banished to the fire escape. But it turned out that he only smoked on his balcony to keep the smell out of his living quarters. Oh well. At least the view was very nice.

I started having more drinks and decided to play some more of my hetero music. I was playing more Barenaked Ladies, which I consider to be rather up-beat, but it was eventually rejected as "putting everyone to sleep." I guess normal fags have to have that 180 beats-per-minute minimum or their circadian rhythms begin to self-destruct. I gave in. Richard started explaining the differences between House and Trance (or some other such styles), but it all sounded the same to me. He actually did point out some differences I would never have noticed on my own. But it was moot to me. Awareness of subtle differences in two music styles I don't like didn't cause me to dislike them any less. But it wasn't really bothering me. Long ago I acquired the ability to block out this music which seems to be ubiquitous throughout the gay community from coast to coast.

Pretty soon Tony arrived with a handsome young man in tow. After a bit the young man came over and sat near me.

"Hi," I said. "My name's Toaph."

He said, "As in Christopher?"

"Yes!" I said. "Very good!"

He said, "My name's Train."

I said, "As in choo-choo?"

"No," he said, looking a little perturbed. "As in Coltrane. T-R-A-N-E."

"Oh," I said.

After an uncomfortable pause he got up and went over to another part of the room. I felt a little stupid and clod-like, but shrugged it off. I was pretty buzzed by this time, and still putting down the drinks. Much to my surprise he invited me over by him a little later. He was sitting in an armchair, and he invited me to sit on the floor between his knees. We chatted a little bit more. I found that he had spent some time in New York City. I felt a bit of a connection. I tried to talk to him about it, but I was getting drunk enough that my conversation skills were in the toilet.

After a while Tony and Trane took off. Richard asked me where I'd like to go. I said I was actually quite comfortable right were we were. He told me that Aaron was going to bed so that he could get up at 4AM and go to some after party. I said that in that case I'm ready to head out to the Powerhouse.

We said good-bye to Aaron and got in the car. We dropped Andrew off at home. Then Kenny told me that he and Richard were going to cop out again that night. I was a little disappointed, but they had been very patient with me all week and I didn't want to pressure them into anything the didn't really want to do. They said that at least this time they'd drop me off right at the door so I didn't have a long walk just to get there.

The dropped me off outside, and I went directly in before I could think twice about it. It was a lot darker than I had remembered it. I went to the bar in the back and got a stiff drink. I stood there drinking it with no one to talk to, but I was perfectly comfortable standing by myself. What I really wanted to do was go back out to the patio, but I couldn't remember how to get there. I was so blacked-out the last time that nothing was looking familiar. Finally I struck up a conversation with some meek guy standing nearby. I mentioned the patio, and he pointed out the entrance. It all came back to me.

I walked right out there and started looking for someone to touch me again. I was having a bit more trouble than I remembered having before, but finally someone started stroking me. That went on for a little while until I needed another drink. I told him not to go anywhere, but when I got back there was no sign of him. I decided to walk way into the back-most corner of the space. It was in these deep recesses that only the most brave would venture, but when I got back there I didn't find anything going on that wasn't going on everywhere else. I made my way back up about to the half-way point. Again I found someone to stroke me.

At one point I said something, and I saw a guy across the way repeat it and all the guys he was with started laughing.

"Have you guys been listening to what I'm saying?" I asked loudly. They all laughed again. "You shouldn't do that. I'm way too drunk to be making any kind of sense at all." Apparently I was being quite entertaining, but I have no recollection of anything I'd been saying at all. I had no idea of they'd been laughing with me or at me, but at that point I didn't care.

Finally it was last call, and soon they started kicking people out again. I wanted to keep the party going, but I soon found myself on the street. I saw one guy who had been stroking me in the patio. I started walking towards him, but he was walking away from me at a rapid pace. He was going in the direction of my hotel anyway, so I followed along at a distance. I think that I was pretending to call after him, or otherwise talking to myself, saying things like, "The party can't end, I still need people to touch me."

After several blocks some really ugly Asian guy came up to me.

"You wanna party?" he asked.

I stopped and spoke to him. "Yeah," I said.

"Come with me. We party," he said.

I had just enough presence of mind to make some inquiries before I walked off with him. I was asking him if he was taking me to a party where there would be Asian guys who would touch me. He was saying no, but I wasn't really getting the message. Finally I decided to walk with him. Considering we turned totally around and started walking right back towards the bar, I can tell now that he had been intentionally following me. For all I know he had been listening to my drunken mumblings about my need to be touched. He could even have been spying on my in the bar for some time.

We got back to his car. It was an Acura, I think. We got in and he drove off. I dropped my pants and let him fondle me as we drove. It wasn't terribly fulfilling. He was trying to get me to talk dirty, saying things like "You like to be touched, yeah?" But I was spouting off esoteric drunken gibberish. We eventually wound up in the Embarcadero. I took off my shirt, but he was afraid that the cops might hassle us. So I reclined my seat the whole way so I could lay back and not be seen. He was stroking my body and my dick. At this point it kind of dawned on me where I was and what I was doing. I realized that if he abandoned me out here that I was a long way from home and no way to get there.

"Okay, that's enough," I said as I pulled my pants back up. "Enough fun for one night. It's time to take me back to my hotel." I was a little worried at this point that the guy might become disagreeable, but I figured that he really had more to fear from me than I did from him. But it was all moot because he dutifully headed back towards my hotel. He dropped me off right out front. Ultimately I got a free ride home out of the deal with no harm done.

When I got up to my room I realized that I had on my leather jacket, but no shirt underneath. I honestly had no way of knowing if I'd left it in the bar of if it was in the back seat of this guy's car. If it was the latter I'm sure he kept it for a jerkoff toy. I fell into bed and passed out.