AOcean Park BeachI had been in Southern California for about a year when it finallydawned on me that I was gay (some of us are slow starters - I was23 at the time) and from that point on I was climbing the walls.I wanted a guy - especially the cute, curely haired guys I wouldsee at the beach - terribly, but I didn't have the nerve to approachthem. I would walk the beach in Venice (the area that is gay andused to even be nude) and in a certain area off Ocean Park that usedto be heavily gay. The walks would fuel my imagination and besides,I also enjoyed the exercise and fresh air. -- It was in the earlysummer that year that I took a walk just after dusk. I started inVenice and was walking north at it got continually darker - for onceI wasn't obsessed with my newly discovered sexuality. A dog followed me part of the way and I was having fun throwing a stick for himout into the ocean. He finally loped away and I was pretting muchon my own - it was a bit chilly that night and the beach was almostdeserted. When I got to Ocean Park, I sat down on the beach for awhile, just staring out on the ocean - something that always ghada calming effect on me. Then I noticed, a ways out, that somethingwas swimming around in the waves. I couldn't quite make it out andI was excited because I thought it might be a dolphin, somethingI always wanted to see. -- I moved up to the water line to see better.Then I got really excited. It was a young man, and he was naked,frolicking around in the surf. It took me about 10 seconds to decidewhat to do and then, before I could change my mind I stripped offmy clothes and dove into the water, swiming in his direction. I'ma good swimmer and waves were not high, so I didn't have much troublefinding him. When I popped up near him he was at first taken aback,but I turned on my biggest smile and yelled "Hello!" He smiled andwaved back, and we started to drift towards each other. I told himI thought I was the only person crazy enough to swim nude in thetwilight (this is before all the scares about polution in that area,you understand) and he told me he did it all the time. He loves toswim nude, he said, and the only way he can do it without hasslesfrom the police is to go at night. The water, by the way, seemedwarm and luxorious - much warmer than the air. And so we just lazilyswam around for a while, telling each other about ourselves. Whenhe would take little dives I could see that he had a trim, beautifultanned body, made strong and taunt from all the swimming. WE laugheda lot, sometimes splashing each other all in fun. I wanted him sobad - just even to hold him close - that I at times did not knowwhat to say. But he seemed content just to swim and float in silencebetween spurts of conversation. We were drifting toward shore whenlittle started to come in. I quietly swam between him and the openocean and let one of the waves knock me into him. He laughed andI put me arm around his chest as if to steady myself. Just the feelof his smooth skin almost made me come - it was the first time Ihad felt a man's muscles like that. I started to let go and he pusheddown on my head, dunking me in fun. I swam underneath him and toppledhim. His time I actually touched his ass and for me, the feelingwas like falling off a cliff. I was his, he could do anything withme, if only he wanted to. And he did...Message #23To: ALLSubject: Beach, part 2We started to frolic in the water, jsut at the point where we couldbarely touch ocean bottom, so it was easy to knock each other offbalance. I had a raging hard on, harder than I had ever been in mylife, but I was so entranced by him that I didn't care if he noticed.Finally, be got around me and grabed me from behind, wrapping hisarms around my chest and pulling me close. I stopped resisting andwhen he pulled me to him, tight, I knew that he had a hard on, too.For what seemed forever, we just stood there, our heads above water,our bodies close. Little waves would pass over us, but we didn'tmove. He started to rub his hands across my chest, giving me a littlemassage. I dropped my head down, completely enveloped by the pleasure.Then I reached around to pull him even closer and to feel his backmuscles. He turned me around and hugged me close, letting his handsfall down to my ass. We kissed, the first time I had ever kisseda man that way, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I had beenwith girls, but it was never like this. This was electric. We wereboth rubbing our hands all over now and he reached around to puthis tongue in my ear. I dont think I will ever have a moment thaterotic again in my life. Finally, he whispered that we might wantto get out of the ocean and warm up at his apartment. I asked wherehe lived and since I lived closer, I suggested we go there. We wentup on the beach and it took me 5 or six minutes to find my clothes(he had wisely put his under a lifeguard station so he had no trouble.WE laughted a lot about all this - there were other people on thebeach and they just giggled at the sight of me frantically lookingfor my clothes. When no one was around, he dried me off with histowel and stole a kiss. Luckily I found my clothes before someoneelse came along ---- We made love that night and I can't say thatit was perfect. I was still too new to all this and more than a littleconflicted. But he was gentle and the sex was like nothing I hadever had before. I saw him a few more times before he fell in lovewith a violinist he met at UCLA, where he was a public health student.I didn't regret it, I didn't really love him, but he will alwaysbe special to me. I wonder where he is now?--