Of course. I love being naked.
I’ve never been to a nude beach, though. I have been to outdoor nude hot springs in Colorado, which was quite nice. Highly recommended.
Sure. I’m not ashamed of my body, although I have every right to be.
Dunno
I like sunbathing nude, in private…but I’ve always been a bit ahem shy about my “somewhat less than 14 inch kidney-prodder” Ah f— it, them’s that matter knows how I use it 
Sure. It’d be fun. I’d probably have to go with a girlfriend or something 'cause I know Hubby wouldn’t be into it. Actually, I’d probably have to go on the sly too (which, of course, I wouldn’t) since he’d be way offended at the idea of sharing all my bunnyness with the world. 
Since the only reason I can conceive of doing so would be to prove I’m comfortable enough in my own skin to do so, nope.
I don’t sunbathe, ever. I am pasty white and happy about it. Just the thought of getting too much sun on those parts makes me cross my legs.
Though if I knew SexyWriter was going to be there, I would likely have to make an exception. Any woman who informs me
deserves an attentive and appreciative audience. Of course the same goes for anyof the other women who said they would go to the beach, but SexyWriter did capture it in a most quotable phrase
(I did mention that smart women with large vocabularies are a tremendous turn on for me, didn’t I?)
-Doug
Perhaps I should make that my new sig line?
Large VOCABULARIES you say? Huh.
-L
Oh, definitely…
Can you use “libidinous” in a sentence for me?
Though I’ll admit, it’s not really the size of a woman’s vocabulary as it is her ability to use that which she has.
After all, how many folks do you know with huge vocabularies that keep using it incorrectly? I.e. “No, that word does not belong in that sentence.” “No dear, that word belongs over here, not over there.”
-Doug
How about a Doperfest at a nude beach? Bring a towel for Lynn.
Judging from the grotesque hairy flab pots that parade around in the men’s locker room at my health club, I would only go if ending world hunger were part of the bargain.
(Saddest thing is, some of these guys rag mercilessly on some of the females who belong to the club.)
–Buff & Kickass Tough
Would go and have.
But I always worry that the other people on the beach will ban together and vote me off just for marring the beauty of the shoreline.
I can just hear the chants, “No more TV, No more TV, No more…”
And I can see the signs, “Nudity-Yes, Uglity-No” or “Some Things Not Even Mother Nature Can Love.”
I’ve been to a nude beach with my buddies. We thought it would be great.
Little did we know, that us three, and 7 older than dust men would be the only naked people for miles.
Not only were we treated to 7 dusty peni, we also got to look at scrotums. Not your ordinary bags of balls, but ball bags that hung between knees and ankles. Variations of pink. Rather, flaming red, nut sacks…and completely hairless to boot.
Do pubic hairs turn grey? Apparently not. They fall out leaving behind a rather hefty handful of crumpled up skin, thrown towards the crotch, from atleast 30 feet away.
I’ve yet to describe the three of us. Nervous and cautious, we disrobe, ever hopeful that the babes will show up soon.
The second, I take my undies off, my scrotum vanishes. I mean it. It’s like I never had a bag. My “friends” laugh at me until their sides hurt. I go off to the bushes, trying to coax my nuts to drop. Nothin’ doin’. It’s hopeless. I give up and head back to the laughter.
The others stopped laughing soon enough. It seems that strange things were afoot that long ago Saturday afternoon. My buddy, we’ll call him “Mr. Small Cock”
looks at his member and screams like a 12 yr old school girl, mainly,I think, because he resembled a 12 yr old school girl. The other guy was hung like a bull elephant, but he was too busy fending off the advances of one of the old men. We’ll call him, “Mr. Flaming Red Scrotum That Hangs Somewhere Between Your Knees And Ankles That’s Hairless And Somewhat Frightening.”
This old man couldn’t take his eyes off from “Mr. Bull Elephant’s” ding dong.
So, to make a long story as long as possible, Mr. Bagless, Mr. Dickless and Mr. Old Man Boy Toy, went home. The End.
JN, I can’t top that story. Never! Ha ha! (pause to wipe tears out of eyes)
I myself have subjected both Black’s Beach and Wrecks Beach (Vancouver) to my Pudgy White Expanse. At Black’s, I think most of the guys were gay, so nobody seemed to notice me. At Wreck’s, it was a more mixed crowd (young,old, family, etc) so nobody seemed to notice me. Hmmm…
Both of these jaunts were on vacations while I was still single, accompanying my sister and her husband, the Total Nudist. My sister wears a suit at all times, her hubby disrobes six inches from the “Clothing Optional Past This Point” sign. Neither has a great body, or a disgusting one.
BTW, I totally agree with Lynn Bodoni. I bought a two-piece suit just to go to nude beaches, but keep sand out of the critical areas. When my brother-in-law offered me $1 to lose the bottoms at Wrecks Beach, my reply was: “$1 US, or $1 Canadian?”
(still 1/100th as funny as Jimmy’s post)
I’ve never gone nude on a beach, myself. I don’t consider that sort of thing immoral, but I just never felt comfortable with being naked in public, so I always kept my swimsuit on (I suspect the other people on the beach were grateful).
The only experience I’ve had with nude beaches came during a vacation to St. Martin (or, on the Dutch side, St. Maarten) that I won through a trivia contest. On the island of St. Martin, there are three different types of beaches:
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Beaches where everyone is required to wear swimsuits at all times, and women must keep their breasts covered.
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Beaches where women are allowed to go topless, but EVERYONE has to wear bottoms.
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A few beaches, like Orient Beach, where full nudity is allowed.
Now, the ironic thing is, at the Type #1 beaches, there were always loads of topless women. And at the Type #2 beaches, there were loads of totally naked people. But at Orient Beach, where (supposedly) full nudity was okay, NONE of the women were naked, or even topless! The women all kept their swimsuits on. The only naked people were a bunch of sleazy looking men.
Now, I can’t say whether my experience was typical- perhaps 364 days a year, everybody’s naked as a jaybird at Orient Beach. But on that day, the only nudity I saw was a bunch of American, male trailer trash.
My HUNCH is, most of the tourists in St. Martin are European, and most of the women WOULD go topless or nude if they could… but they could see that Orient Beach was filled with sleazoids and voyeurs, and the women didn’t feel like putting on a show for the perverts.
Funny thing: at the type #1 beaches, there was always a guy in a funny-looking “sheriff” outfit, whjo’d come around every hour or say, and yell “Put your tops on! Ladies, you must put your tops on! Ladies, put your tops on!” All the women would comply, he’d leave, and all the tops would come right back off, until he came back an hour later.
I wonder… how does one qualify for that job? And when his kids ask, “Daddy, what do you do for a living,” how does he explain it?
LOL, I was joking about the 14 inches. Sheesh, I’d be embarassed if it was that big…I probably would never go to one. I’m actually pretty average in size down there, nothing to be ASHAMED of, exactly, it ‘measures up’…but I am a very big guy, and average looks kinda insufficient on me. I’d like another inch or so so it would be proportional to my body.
Ahem…if you want an unbiased opinion on that, feel free to e-mail me a picture–I’ll let you know! No, really. Please?
Cheap bastard. Even the vendors at Wreck offer you a beer to strip down… and they go for $3.
Hmm. the beach. Can’t wait until it warms up enough to go… although there are probably people down there today hiding behind clear plastic sheets for the privilege of showing off.
I also have a friend (Nobe) who lives on the beach in summertime. Sleeps down there too.
In the six years I have been on the internet, this is the first time a woman asked to see me naked. Congratulations!
I’m a pioneer, what can I say?
I had a nude pic (taken by an ex-girlfriend while I was drunk) that showed what I am talking about, but I burned it long ago. I’d have to have someone take a new pic, and that would probably be my wife, and she would probably ask why I needed a nude picture taken…
Yeah, yeah, yeah! Excuses, excuses!