EDITOR’S NOTE: This post was published shortly before the Bastille Day attack in France. We stand with the people of France in this time of tragedy.
THIS SERIES WAS FIRST POSTED ON BATEWORLD.COM IN 2011.
TUESDAY, JULY 12
Well, the bate-cation really got into full-swing today. We rented a car and drove from Barcelona to Cap d’Agde. The Spanish and French countryside is picturesque and just what you’d expect—rolling hills dotted with ancient stone houses with red-tiled roofs, surrounded by vineyards and fields of sunflowers. The ocean was visible now and again, which is always exciting to a landlocked boy like me.
As we left Barcelona we passed the Agbar Tower. Many skyscrapers have a phallic look to them, but this one is the most phallic building I’ve ever seen. It’s a ginormous dildo that dominates the skyline in that area of the city. Just try to put that monster dong up your butt—I dare you. (I know a few guys who’d love to try!)
As soon as I was certain there wouldn’t be any more toll roads for awhile, I took off my clothes in the car and played with my hard cock as my friend drove and played with his hardon through his shorts. It was such a great feeling of freedom to be sitting there cruising through the Mediterranean countryside just casually stroking my wang. I loved the feeling of it, and the memory of that will be a wonderful way to reminisce when this trip has become a distant memory.
It’s easy to take this all for granted, but everything about the experience is, you should excuse the expression, a long time in coming. It took me decades to achieve this kind of freedom in my nudism, sexuality, and friendships. Not to mention that this is the first time I’ve ever been able to travel abroad, so for me, it’s a very important and rewarding thing to be able to so casually shed my clothes and stroke my hard cock as I travel through two European countries.
The drive wasn’t bad at all. We made it in less than 4 hours with, amazingly, no problem. Thank you, Google Maps. Got to Cap d’Agde and the first site of a naked man was so exciting. He was a really hot guy, probably early forties, all-over tan with giant bull balls. His cock swayed from side to side as he walked past us, flopping back and forth like a metronome. There’s just nothing like watching a naked man walking. It’s such a joy to behold.
As soon as we’d signed in we both threw off our clothes, swathed ourselves in sunscreen, and headed straight for the ocean. For as far as I could see down the beach, it was covered by naked people. Some sunbathing, others out in the water. The ocean is really shallow for a long way out, so it’s easy to just wade in the water and go out pretty far. The water temperature was cool, but just a perfect complement to the warm sun and humid air.
The beach area nearest us was filled with families and people of all ages, but after a point, it became purely adult in every sense of the term. We wondered what the large groups of people crowded together were about, and as we got nearer it became quite clear. There were lots of women sucking mancock, and like bees to honey, men were gathered around them watching and stroking their hard uncut dicks. A few couples were fucking while standing in water up to their waist. Some were just rubbing together with the guy’s hard-on peaking out. Here and there you could see a woman servicing three or four guys at once, though it was difficult to see through the crowds to get a good look.
I immediately took the opportunity to begin stroking my cock, and so I finally had my first experience in jacking my dick right out in public. It’s so great to be naked, hard and stroking out in the ocean with the hot sun shining down, and nobody even cares.
My god, there were just tons of gorgeous hot hung men surrounding me, in all stages of arousal. There was one woman out in the water with a circle of masturbating men (and some non-masturbating women) watching. She was sucking on a guy who could have been a model. When she let the guy’s sausage drop from her throat and stopped, gasping for air and frowning from (presumably) the salty water taste, the crowds disbursed in all directions, leaving him standing there with this giant cock pointing toward the horizon. What a sight!
We walked up and down the beach looking for the gay area, and I guess we found it, but nobody was doing anything more than laying in the sun or in the shade under beach umbrellas. After awhile, I went back to our cabin for some shade, climbed into my loft area, and christened it with my cum.
Around 11 pm the sky above the Heliopolis complex was filled with fireworks, with the half-moon half-smiling in the background. It made a spectacular ending to an extraordinarily memorable day for me.
Well, it wasn’t quite the end, because shortly thereafter we went for a moonlit stroll along the beach. I stroked my semi-hard cock as clothed people walked by. What a day! I’m gonna jack off again and sleep well tonight.
THURSDAY, JULY 14
Happy Bastille Day! Two days and a lot of experiences to catch up on…
Tuesday in Cap D’Agde was overcast all day, and there were rumors of rain. The beaches weren’t exactly empty but compared to the day before there wasn’t much happening. We had to buy a beach umbrella but haven’t used it yet. I feel like I’m just bleeding money, and my finances are getting very short so I’ve got to be careful with what I spend. But the umbrella will be a necessity, even if just for the one full day we have left. I’m determined to spend as much time at the beach today as possible before we leave tomorrow, and my main goal is to jack off at least once in public. I’ll hardly be the only one doing it…
When I got to the beach on Tuesday there was some action happening in the dunes. It was hard to see through all the guys gathered around, but I could tell there was a woman doing something with three men. The circle of men standing around her were stroking their cocks as they watched the show, and someone stepped aside so I got a good view of her sucking on a giant dick. It looked like a footlong sausage! Straight and thick, with a great big head. I swear, 80% of the men here have massive cocks, not just long but thick, and they’re not even hard yet. They flop around against their thighs as the men walk and it’s such a sight.
The woman was sitting on one guy’s face and I couldn’t tell what the third man was doing with her, but I think he was massaging her back and breasts. She took the cock out of her mouth and stroked the hard shaft for several minutes until he came, shooting long strands of white spunk into the sand. I played with my cock as I watched, and managed to get semi-hard. With all the masturbating I do, it usually takes some concentration for me to get fully hard, so I haven’t yet gotten completely erect on the beach. I plan to take some Viagra today and that should solve the problem.
After the guy came, I walked around the islands of couples in the sand, looking to see if I could find some more fun to watch. One woman and man were laying on their backs and she was lightly stroking his cock with her fingers. Another couple was stretched out and he was gently fingering her. It was nice to see a man servicing a woman for a change. But there wasn’t much happening otherwise.
I went over to the Heliopolis complex and bought some postcards and a sorbet de poire. It was so sweet I could barely eat it. From my limited experience with things like frozen lemonade, sorbet, etc., it seems that the Europeans love things VERY VERY sweet. Unpleasantly so. It’s like concentrated syrup. I don’t think I’ll be trying anymore.
With the gloomy weather, and feeling like all the walking I’ve been doing was catching up with me, I went back to the cabin (which they call a chalet) and enjoyed a long, slow masturbation session. I think I edged for about an hour before coming, which for me is a long time. I can come several times a day, but it’s difficult to do so for any length of time. Twenty minutes is usually about my limit. Unless there are other people around and then, for some reason, I have to stroke for a long long time. I guess it’s sort of like being pee-shy. I can’t pee in a public bathroom either unless I’m in a stall. Don’t know why.
I slept for almost three hours and then went back down to the beach. Wading in the waves, I saw a crowd of about 30 men gathered around something happening, but I couldn’t tell what what happening. Off to the side, there was a gorgeous, gorgeous man standing there playing with his cock. He was probably late thirties, dark hair and eyes and a golden, all-over tan, thick muscles with a tattoo band around his left bicep. His cock wasn’t hard yet, but within a few minutes, his dick had grown into a beautiful and impressive erection, curved like a banana and pointing at the sky. He stood there stroking his dick for awhile, then got to his knees as he watched a woman close to him. She wasn’t doing anything more than just laying there, but I guess he was really into her.
I waded further out into the shallow ocean and walked around as I kept my eye on him. He stroked that banana for a long time, which was great because I was just loving the show. Eventually, he came dramatically, shooting out large white spurts of jizz into the sand. It’s incredible watching a guy cum when he’s on his knees, the way his body moves and his muscles tense up, his eyes closed, shoulders raised and head bowed. It’s like a prayer with a very happy ending.
The guy opened his eyes again and slowly stroked out the last remnants of cum, flicked it off his fingers, and then walked down the beach for awhile, still completely hard with that amazingly beautiful, long thick cock curving out away from his body and pointing upward, swaying and bouncing proudly as he strolled along the sand. After a bit, he walked into the water and swam way out until all I could see was his head. The one on his shoulders.
I was so glad to have watched this guy masturbating on the beach. For a man to be able to celebrate that event out in public on the beautiful Mediterranean shore is an awesome and meaningful event. Even if he does it on the beach every day of his life, every time can be a special occasion and I feel grateful to have witnessed it. I think that part of what makes it so meaningful is that we both became a little bit freer because of it. By being completely open he was expressing the truth of male masturbation in public. It’s a fundamental part of our sexuality, not something to hide but, in the proper setting, to be celebrated and embraced. For him, it was a solitary experience, but watching it from afar I felt really connected to the male energy and sexual dynamic that was on display.
After wandering around in the gloomy weather for awhile I went back to the cabin and made some dinner. The food here is really expensive, and it seems most of the people in the camping area make their own meals. They have the luxury of being able to bring it from home. I had bought some pasta and sauce at the market (shopping naked, which was fun…), so I ate that, which tasted okay, but it’s kinda sad being in France and not eating much. I’m trying to take the opportunity to lose some weight. I’m really enjoying the walking, especially on the beach. I used to live in L.A. and would go to the beach every weekend, and I miss that so much. I was in much better shape then. I’m hoping to return to the US in a triumph of health and slenderness, with a tan that makes everyone jealous. I have a lot to catch up on in one day.
Right now I’m laying in my loft looking out the window. There’s a hot guy who’s been walking around in only jeans, but he finally took them off. Nice thick cock, great ass. Why don’t I ever get tired of looking at naked men? I swear, my life is just one long series of gaping at naked men. It never gets old, especially when it’s in real life. The guys here at the beach fit into all categories of body type, age, color, etc. I’ve found that most men have really nice asses, even if from the front they’re not that impressive.
As I was walking back to the cabin for dinner the dark clouds began to sprinkle, and once I got inside the rain began to pour pretty steadily. Around 11pm the rainfall had finally subsided and we went out to find the gay nightclub. That was one of the most surreal experiences of my life.
The main floor of the two large complexes here is mostly all shopping, restaurants, and discos. That was one of the things I was most excited about, that you could go to all of these places naked. But when we got there, hundreds of people were all dressed up for a night out. We were the only two people walking around naked. I don’t understand why when people have the opportunity to be nude, they wear clothes. I know I’m more of a committed nudist than most, but this IS a naturist resort!
Actually, I had read some articles online about the tensions here between the nudists and what they call the Libertines, who are basically just swingers. I can understand why now. The Libertines have taken over the Helio complex area and the nudists all seem to be in the camping area. I had expected that the Libertines wore clothes which were revealing and sexy, with maybe the men wearing shirts but no pants, but that’s not how it was at all. The men and women were completely dressed, while in the day many men wear clothes and some of the women wear revealing costumes.
You see ladies walking along the beach in stiletto heels (!?) and draped in sheer cloth and bands of jewelry. They fit into various ranges from sexy to skank. Some look really beautiful, others are kind of sickening, especially when it’s one clothed man walking with three aging women filled with botox and silicon. Hard-core feminists would hate this place. I’m all for sexual expression and everyone has their own tastes. The harem or pimp/ho thing is fine with me, I guess, but I prefer to see straight sexuality where the men and women are equal. It just looks like a male sexual power trip to me. But that’s just my observation. If everyone’s enjoying themselves then have at it.
Anyway, once we got over there we couldn’t find the gay club, and were getting lost just as it started to rain. Everyone went scrambling indoors, making it even more packed. We walked naked packed in with all these indoor crowds of clothed people, hoping the rain would stop. After awhile it became apparent that the rain wasn’t going to end. So rather than suffocating, packed in among people who were all speaking a language I don’t understand, I preferred to be outside in the rain, which was cold but not too uncomfortable. We had the advantage of not having anything to get wet.
But we were still lost, and there’s nothing quite like wandering around naked in the night rain with clothed people all around, not sure where you are or if you’ll ever get home again. It was all very dreamlike.
We found our way back through the complex, through the crowds of people, and found the gay disco—if you can call it that. It was about the size of a Volkswagen interior, populated only by a bartender. We didn’t stay.
Eventually, we found our way back to the chalet (also about the size of a Volkswagen). There were no fireworks that night, but I’m sure that was because of the rain. Apparently, they have fireworks every night this week in celebration of Bastille Day.
Somewhat appropriately, I watched Napoleon Dynamite on my iPhone, had a short wank and then a good night’s sleep. I loved the movie, by the way. But there weren’t any French revolutions or explosions in it.
To be continued.
