Having stumbled across the beach by accident while with my parents on holiday I vowed to go back on my own as soon as possible. I was 19, a university student, and had taken the opportunity of a cheap few days away by meeting my parents who had rented a New Forest cottage. A trip to the beach at studland had resulted in surprise when a well tanned naked man had walked out straight in front of us while walking along the shore. An about turn from us and a rapid exit but overnight my mind was whirring and I couldnt wait to return and try it out myself. As far as I was concerned at that stage I was totally heterosexual but the thought of getting naked and walking around in front of others, especially women was a real turn on. So the next day I made an excuse of having a day by myself and drove back to Studland, parked in the national trust car park and started the long trek to the naturist section. This time I had my eyes out for the signs of anyone naked, and spotted the sign clearly demarking the naturist section. How had we missed it the day before.? Immediately after the sign it seemed there were people at the back of the beach near the dunes who were naked. I walked up, full of excitement and anticipation and indeed they were. I felt immediately excited and nervous like never before. I went back into the dunes a row or two to see if I had the courage to follow through. There was no one about and aware that I was in a designated naturist area stripped off. It immediately felt wonderful, so liberating. the feeling of the sun and breeze on my privates was blissful and a feeling I've never tired of. If you havent you should it really is wonderful. I lay on my towel for five or ten minutes and then decided to explore. I stood up and walked only a short distance out of my dune towards the sea and was approached by a heavily tanned guy probably in his late 50's who looked like a regular by his deep and even tan. I tried to act normally as he addresed me in conversation about the weather- my lily white private parts compared to tanned arms and legs must have been a real give away to the fact I was a newbie, so I confessed as much to him and started chatting, secretly hoping he would introduce me to his wife who was perhaps sunbathing in a nearby spot. With the benefit of hindsight I realise he was gay but at the time I was slow to appreciate this thinking that he was perhaps standing a little closer than normal. Even now 40 years later I can remember the sweat glistening on his body and glancing down and seeing his cock with a semi on, its head proudly showing. I obviously hadnt been as discreet as I thought as he smiled and made his cock twitch. Our eyes met and he clearly looked at my cock and said - that looks great, its much nicer to have it out on display. I remember making my excuses and walking off towards the beach and the others who were there but that one brief meeting has stayed with me all these years and led to many other experiences