It was Anne, my wife, who wanted us to go to the nudist beach. Both of our teenaged children resisted as did I for the reason, that I could never admit to, that I was reluctant to be nude in front of our daughter about whom I occasionally have taboo feelings. I've masturbated a few times while fantasising about her but that's a deepest deep secret. Anne would kill me if she knew. Anne prevailed as usual so on a sunny afternoon we all found ourselves naked on a beach surrounded by other naked people. I discovered that my daughter's proximity wasn't a problem though I liked seeing her. Now, I've never thought of myself as anything but completely straight. There were a few shared wanks long ago with boyhood friends but girls took over as the target in later adolescence. I've never been attracted to men. So I was surprised, in fact it was a revelation, to find my gaze exploring my male neighbours on the beach as much as their wives and daughters. Tall or short, muscular or chubby, hairy or smooth, I found much to admire physically in these nude men regardless of the size of their cocks (some of them emarkbly small). It's still the case that I find nothing erotic about the clothed male; it's his nudity that gets my cock upstanding and my right hand pumping. But I'm getting ahead of myself. I spent a pleasurable afternoon, some of it by obligation on my stomach, ogling the men around me while Anne lay at my side innocently unaware of what was going on. That night when the family was asleep, I tuned into the Internet and for the first time looked up male porn. I quickly discovered that I wasn't into muscular hunks with huge dicks or gays in those peculiar jock straps and white socks that they wear. I instantly got hard and started to play with myself when I looked up the mature amateurs, the beach pages and the daddy photos which showed middle aged guys like myself with all the defects of normal older bodies. Pictures of men with their clothes on didn't and still don't excite me. I often masturbate with pictures of clothed women or even just of the faces of women I fancy. That just didn't work with guys. Soon, I was masturbating to my preferred male porn as much as to the female variety which meant I had to be extra careful with my computer. Anne tolerates me looking at porn but I feared she'd draw the line at nude men. Inevitably, wanking with porn ceased to be enough. I wondered what it would be like with an actual guy but had no idea where to start. Obviously the Internet again but it took a long time to work up the balls for it which was daft in retrospect because once I plunged it was dead easy. George was a guy in his 50s who did it for money. He sent me photos of himself nude and I told myself I could do it with him. He knew it would be my first time. The rendezvous was a motel. He instructed me to book a room and wait for him naked which I did. He got nude as soon as he arrived and said let's get straight to it. He put my hand on his cock – the bit I'd been worried about; could I touch it? - and took mine in his and manoeuvered us on to the bed. I found I actually liked having his cock in my hand and I loved him touching mine. We masturbated each other gently and then he kissed me. His mouth was no different than a woman's and I returned his kiss. I'd expected we'd start out by wanking each other till we cummed. Instead, he eased me on to my back, mounted me and with our cocks pressed against each other's belly, rode me until we both ejaculated. I now have a wank buddy of my own, a married guy who's in much the same position as me, and we meet up two or three times a week for the best mutual masturbation I've ever had. How could I have wasted so much time?