Day two at the nude beach was sunny, clear and warm and the beach was more crowded and more diverse. Every age, shape and size. And by size you know what I mean and I think you do.
I said to the LTR: Wow, that guy's got a huge rod.
The LTR looks at the fisherman walking down the beach carrying his gear. The LTR punched me.
Yes, they fish naked here.
And play volleyball naked.
At our guesthouse we met a lesbian couple who planned to have a holy union the next day at the beach. They met four months ago, at a Home Depot. It wasn't long before they moved in together and, now, this. Well, at least they weren't conforming to stereotype.
Also met a 40s something DC guy at the beach who was staying in Asbury Park, 15 miles further south, because there's a gay bar there. "There's no nightlife here" he said, meaning Highlands where we were staying. From the looks of him he should skip the nightlife and take a nap. For about two years.
We're going back later this summer.
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