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It was time for me to explore the best of what Berlin’ssummer could offer a young nudist man like myself. I was longing for the beach so I decided to trundle down to the city’s south-west on the commuter S-Bahn railway and visit the famous Wannsee. It was a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky and the temperature was quite high. I’d packed a towel and I was wearing a modest pair of swimming trunks under my shorts. I was ready for the water. After about 45 minutes on the train we got to the station. It was still school time and it was during the week so there weren’t so many people there. I made my way out of the station and walked into the forest, following the signs to the Strandbad Wannsee. It seemed it was about a 10-minute walk or so but that was fine by me. I got to the entrance gates and saw you had to pay to get in. This caught me a little off guard but I didn’t think about it too much, the entrance fee was modest. I walked through the gate and surveyed the site. It was a small patch of sand on the river bank in front of a small concreted complex of facilities blocks. I walked down the steps to the beach part and took it in. I had arrived in the middle of the beach. I could turn left or I could turn right. There were a few people scattered on the beach in front of me but I noticed the sign above my head which pointed right saying FKK. That’s where I wanted to go, that’s where the nude people were. I stopped briefly and thought maybe I should make use of the facilities here while I can see them. Perhaps there weren’t any further along. I popped into the toilets to my right and saw the walls were covered in green and white tiles. It looked very old-school. I made my way into a cubicle and once I’d relieved myself, I decided to take off my shorts and stick to my swimming trunks. I also put my t-shirt in the bag. I washed my hands and went back outside. I kept walking and walking and then I saw a wicker fence on the beach. isvecbahis I realised that must be were the dividing line is. I eagerly walked further towards it along the concrete walkway. As we got to the point of no return I could see that indeed, on the other side of the fence, people weren’t wearing clothes. I got incredibly excited, my heart started beating very quickly. I was about to make my way onto the sand when I noticed a naked 70-year old man walking towards me. He was coming from the beach and he looked to be heading towards the little shop behind me. I stood still, watching as he walked past me and went up to the shop and ordered a beer, completely nude. At this point I realised that I could be naked even if I wasn’t strictly on the beach part of the nudist area. This was great! I found myself a little place on the sand and lay out my towel. I took my trunks off and my balls relaxed in the fresh air. I sat back down and surveyed the area. There were also not too many people here but a couple of ladies and a few men. I pulled out my book and started to read. I sipped on my water bottle and relaxed in the sunshine. After half an hour or so I felt the itch to explore a bit more. I put my book back in the bag and I put my bag on the towel so it wouldn’t blow away. I turned around and noticed the group of trees to the end of the complex. There wasn’t much over there. Back at the concrete block, I noticed that next to the shop was a set of stairs. I wondered if you could go there naked too. I’d already started walking before I realised that perhaps I should have my trunks just in case. I got closer and noticed the sign saying the male toilets were upstairs, female downstairs. I walked up. I got up the stairs to find myself on top of a secluded terrace overlooking the beach. The wall was high enough so that I could look out but no one could see if I was clothed or not. I walked over to the wall to have a look. It looked isveçbahis giriş beautiful. At that point I realised I wasn’t alone. In the corner there was a man on his phone wearing a lime green and black striped speedo. He was talking in German about something that seemed important. There was another man between us. He was looking at the water like me, but he was smoking and was wearing a black and blue swimming trunk that was a bit too small for his size. His belly hung well on top. He was also sporting a pair of cheap sandals and his hair was black and straight but was starting to thing on top. He was in his mid-40s and was a nice shade of brown from beach exposure. He could have easily been a less hairy version of my father. He noticed I was looking at him and he winked at me. I smiled but didn’t know what to do next. I turned around and saw the toilets. I decided to go in for a piss and see how these facilities compared. They looked almost the same as the last ones I’d used but these were otherwise empty and they were very cool, which provided some nice respite from the heat outside. I marched up to the urinals on the left. It was proper old school, it was the metal wall style urinal, not the individual porcelain business. It felt strange to not need to undo a fly to piss at a urinal but I liked it. The stream started flowing when I noticed a window in front of me. I looked outside to see the terrace where I was standing before. I wondered though that if that’s where I’d been before, where was the man in the black and blue trunk. At that point I heard the shuffling of sandals into the toilets. I looked over and saw the gentleman in the black and blue trunk. He winked again and I smiled. This interrupted the stream of piss and I realised I was feeling nervous. What was it about macho Europeans winking that made everything seem natural and yet dirty at the same time? I turned my attention back to the piss wall isveçbahis yeni giriş when I realised the noises I was now hearing were the sound of lycra peeling off skin. He was clearly sliding his trunks off. I saw in the reflection on the tiles above the urinal that he was hanging them up on the sink. He started walking towards me. I was still pissing as he stood next to me, both of us naked. I was amazed I was still pissing because I felt incredibly nervous. What was he planning to do? Who gets naked and stands right next to another naked man at a urinal? He then folded his hands behind his heads as he sighed with relief, tilting his pelvis forward and his torso backwards as he started pissing so hard that droplets of piss were ricocheting on to my leg and my abdomen. I’m not one for piss play but this was turning me on, that’s why I didn’t flinch when I felt the warm liquid hit me like hard rain. I was starting to run out of piss as we stood there but I was almost too afraid to move. I had to see the thing charging bullet-like piss against this wall. I tried to be subtle but surely failed as I turned to look down at his cock. It was magnificent. It was like a long, thick branch standing out of a tree. It was as brown as the rest of his body – not having those trunks on definitely did him favours. My heart started racing. I hadn’t seen a cock so big, particularly one pissing right next to me. At that point I realised I was staring so I jerked my head back, staring straight ahead. I then felt what was obviously the gentleman’s hand make contact with the back of my head. I seized up. He forcibly turned my head back to look at him piss. He wanted me to stare. He saw I liked it. At which point he turned towards me and continued to piss on me. He then started rocking his pelvis back and forward to spray his urine all over me. I was in shock that anyone could and would do this. The sheer power he was expressing over me was unimaginable. I stood there being showered with this hunk of a man’s fluids until he ran out. I don’t remember at what point I started getting hard but it was only then as I stood there dripping in golden rain that I realised I was hard as a rock.

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