For some reason wearing a thong created somewhat of an exhibitionist of me. Kind of like how when you get a new outfit or a funky new hairdo, you want people to notice and compliment you in the ways you’re trying to stand out from the rest of the pack.
On less than a handful of occasions, I’ve seen a guy on the beach wearing a thong. I’ve always wanted to go up to them to let them know how awesome I thought it was that they had the courage to wear one on a public beach for one and all to see. I envied that courage. To date, I’ve only had the courage to bare my thong on semi-private beaches.
The first time I intended to wear one on the beach I wasn’t sure I was going to go through with it. I put on my blue Joe Snyder thong, one that doubles as both underwear and swimwear. Over that I put on a pair of gym shorts, which felt rather fantastic to wear over a thong might I add, and a light colored summery tank top. I loaded up my backpack with some water, reading material, and hiking boots (I’ll explain) and hopped in my car feeling both nervous and excited.
The beach I chose to go to was a nude beach called Black’s Beach in San Diego, California. I figured this beach offered me the best opportunity of feeling comfortable enough to wear a thong since nearly everyone else would be stark naked. I wouldn’t have to worry about my peers judging me or scaring any kids.
Getting to Black’s Beach isn’t exactly easy. You either have to go to the beach just North or South of it and walk there during low tide or you can hike down a rather steep and rugged trail directly above the beach. Being in my late twenties at the time and in relatively decent shape I chose the trail and hence the hiking boots.
I got down to the beach and it was a perfect Southern California day. The kind of day that would feel real nice on bare skin. There weren’t too many people on the beach because it was still relatively early in the day so I found as private a spot as I could find and laid my towel down. One deep breath and away my shorts went.
It was exhilarating really. My heart was beating out of my chest and I was smiling from coast-to-coast. I laid down on my stomach and just kind of took in the moment. I literally said out loud, “this is awesome!”. The sensation of the gentle breeze and the warm sun on my bum was amplified by the newness of the experience. I laid my head down, still smiling like a complete idiot, and began to succumb to the newfound comforts of sunbathing in a thong.
Oh my goodness, I can hear someone walking down the beach! They’re going to walk right by me! Stay calm. Quit freaking out. You’re on a nude beach for christsake man, relax. Just act cool, no big deal. You’re wearing a thong; showing some skin; so is everybody else!
My heart was definitely racing. I kept my head down but my ears had turned into NASA spec satellite dishes tuned to the direction of the beach walkers. I was just waiting for some kind of whispered comment remarking on how gross that guy is for wearing a thong.
They came and they went. No remark. No nothing. Just casual conversation between two people walking on a beach on a beautiful day.
Every person that walked by, my near heart attack lessened and lessened until my mind and body shifted back to that warm California sun.
It wasn’t long before I had the courage to get up and jump into the surf for a little while. Again, this new sensation of the cool ocean water enveloping my skin uninhibited by board shorts was simply amazing. It was freedom. It was joy. It was self-discovery.
So, I wore a thong to a nude beach. Kind of cheating right? I kind of feel like it is anyway. There is a beach much closer to my house than Black’s Beach. It’s the one I frequent most of the time when I go to the beach. It’s a gorgeous beach with the perfect amount of sandy shoreline in between some pretty cool beachfront properties and the Pacific Ocean.
It was the middle of a work week and I had the day off. I thought it a fantastic idea to hit the beach for a few hours because it was the kind of day where the ocean was calling to me.
Middle of the week. Day off. Sparsely populated beach.
I got there and there were slightly more people than I was expecting. Can’t blame ‘em, it was a postcard day. I searched and searched for a spot I would feel comfortable in wearing a thong. The best I could do was a spot with a solo, 20’s – 30’s, female who was getting some sun in her bikini within about 30 feet. It wasn’t a thong. I’m not sure if it would have made a difference in the outcome, but I thought it worth noting.
Well, I got down to the briefs. I just couldn’t pull it off. It made a huge difference to me that there were more people than at Black’s and that they all had on “normal” swimwear. I agonized over my lack of courage for a little while. But then I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sun.
Someday, I thought. Someday for sure, I assured myself.
So what would it take for that someday to be today? It’s a great question really. I think for me the biggest obstacle is body image. If I feel I look fantastic in a thong then I think I would have way less of an issue wearing a thong more publicly. So I have a lot of work to do, probably mostly emotionally, but also in the gym and in the kitchen. And to be honest, feeling ready to wear a thong on the beach, any beach is a pretty good source of motivation along with my desire to please my wife by wearing one. My previous experiences at Black’s and wanting to see my wife excited about seeing my cheeks on the beach are powerful sources of motivation. My weight fluctuates like the ocean tides and I have been in a leaner form before. So every day I grind to get back to that place of confidence and free-spiritedness that I enjoyed previously.
Am I implying that men shouldn’t wear thongs on the beach unless they’re underwear models? Of course not! This is just my issue. I am straight up proud of any guy, any shape or size, who has the confidence to thumb social protocol and bare those cheeks on the beach.
I often think about organizing a beach day for all the guys, and their girlfriends or boyfriends, in my little corner of Southern California who want to wear a thong on the beach but just haven’t had the courage to. Maybe we can all benefit from a collective source of courageous energy. What an amazing day that would be. Someday for sure.
The thing with saying Someday about this or anything else for that matter is this: Tomorrow, and thus, Someday is never guaranteed. So YOLO man! This goes for me as much as anyone else: Fellas, if you want to wear a thong on the beach, do it! If there are obstacles in your path to doing so, destroy them, demolish them, annihilate them and feel that sun on your buns!
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Good story. I am also self-conscious about wearing a thong to the beach. I did it once this summer, in South of France, with my girlfriend (who encourages me to dare to wear as little as possible).
It was in September so the beach was not crowded, but plenty of people around sunbathing & swimming. I wore a very brief thong by JovanaDesign, with a 3D pouch and a blue & black pattern. I felt very exposed walking down to the sea to swim, but it was also exciting & I look forward to doing it again. (Having my girlfriend with me certainly helped)
my gf loves my speedos
Funnily enough, I bought my boyfriend a 3D pouch from JovanaDesign this year as well (2021) but we couldn’t go anywhere much due to C-19 but we have a nice veranda overlooking beautiful countryside. I got him to wear the pouch while I wore a Wicked Weasel micro-minimus g-string topless. We were in a very private position, which wasn’t exactly what I planned on, but we took loads of photos and hope to be more public next year! He really filled the pouch to the max, I love the look of a man in almost nothing! If you’re considering trying this look in public, then go for it I say, just avoid family beaches.
Love the story. Can pretty much say that what you wrote is exactly the same experience I had with my first experience. In San Diego too. But I was a little farther north at the San Ofore Beach. If you still live in San Diego, we need to get in contact together. I have a collection of other locals that want to start a club and we could put together a beach day. Keep on writing https://uploads.disquscdn.com/images/08dea0324b050dc0b945b33c2ecb58c947b339fa5ef03adbd06cb4622e6af6f0.jpg !
Hey, brilliant, good for you mate! You have just said exactly how I feel. I have ordered a joe snyder enhancement bulge thong in blue, like you. I already sunbathe in a thong but I haven’t plucked up the courage to do it on the beach. I’m a bit late for this year but I’m definitely going for it next year. The snag is my wife is a bit old fashioned and doesn’t approve so I’m going to go it alone. I want that buzz when I peel off, feel the sun and, I suppose, show off a bit. Thanks for writing this, I am so glad that I am not the only one to feel like
I have been wearing thongs to beaches for years. Now I wear them every chance I get. Now I have some very skimpy sheer thongs which I love to wear to the beach. I love the attention I get. Grow some balls and rock your thong wear they are legal!
I couldn’t agree more wearing a thong on the beach in front of people for the first and for me the second time was nerve racking. I don’t do it often because the area I live in is to conservative, but enjoy it when I can. I have even tried gstings a few times which I actually prefer because it’s less coverage and you get a better tan. I’m lucky that my wife is supportive of me wearing such things. Have you tried thonging again?
I’m too nervous to wear them in public but I hope someday I will. I go swimming in thongs at night which is exciting.
I can’t even take my shirt off in public because I am so self conscious (fat and hairy). I absolutely commend all people that are able to wear what they want, when they want to (appropriately as such). A thong still covers your junk. It’s not like your breaking the law. I think more people (like me) need to get over themselves and challenge themselves to be authentic and have fun. Life is too short to give a damn what other people think.
Isn’t it kind of a shame that we have to feel nervous about wearing them? When did it become socially acceptable for women to wear “butt lift” leggings at the gym and at the airport, or letting them wear practically nothing at any beach they want, and yet it’s not socially acceptable for us to wear a thong at the beach?
People say that society asks too much of women. But I think there are more rules for men. Be this way. Act tough. Provide. Oh and by the way, be boring. No wonder we die sooner. We restrict ourselves and let society restrict ourselves.
I’ve been wearing thongs in public for years. I first started wearing them just to a beach where my wife and I felt comfortable with friends. I took a little kidding but got over it and then I branched out to other beaches. Now I am comfortable going into town in a thong and t-shirt.
I wish I had the confidence to wear a thong at the beach I live in Florida and I love to wear a thong bathing suit at home I want to just drop my shorts and be happy wearing a thong. It is so awesome that you do
I have worn thongs for years at the beach. My wife originally dared me to and I have been hook ever since. Over the last few years I have also worn them with a t-shirt in town. I am an exhibitionist and a proponent of body freedom so I support anyone’s desire to wear a thong in public.
My wife, then my GF actually introduced me to wearing thongs, she always wears a thong or G-string to the beach (where appropriate) and she bought me two Jovanna bulge thongs for our holiday to Fuerteventura some years back. They are tiny and make you look so front and center, really on display. We never got any negative feedback at all but we got plenty of compliments and one couple even asked if they could photograph us. I was a bit on edge at first but soon got over it, it helped that my wife was supportive and nearly naked beside me.
I live by the coast, and love walking the coastal footpath, wearing just a g-string. First time I was a bit apprehensive, but soon realised how great it feels. I do carry some tiny shorts in a bag for when I cross a family type beach. Once I was overtaken by a group of hikers, who complimented me on my nice bubble bottom, made my day!