Day dreams of losing my shorts in the ocean
Posted: Mon May 04, 2026 8:57 am
Back when I was a young teen, 13, maybe 14, my family was in New Jersey visiting my mother’s aunt. We went to the beach, but there must have been a storm offshore because the waves were very high. More than once, I got knocked off my feet and dragged along the bottom. All I had on was a pair of shorts, without a belt. Twice they’d almost been pulled down by the friction from the waves dragging me over the sand.
I’d had enough. I got out and lay on the sand just above the seagrass line, and I imagined what it would feel like to have lost my shorts due to the waves. I was tempted to try it, but either my brain was working that day, or I ran out of courage. Either way, I didn’t do it. But as I lay there in the sun, I imagined it. Me, naked, tossed around in the waves, searching frantically for my shorts. That image in my mind caused me to get a boner, and I rolled over on my left side, facing the ocean, and unzipped my pants. I pulled my member out and proceeded to jack off. I remember it being an amazing orgasm. I’m quite sure that nobody saw me or knew what I was doing. There were kids in the ocean, but they were looking the other way, watching for the next wave. I played the image in my mind a few times afterward, away from the beach, and part of me wished that I had allowed it to happen for real, but it never did.
I’d had enough. I got out and lay on the sand just above the seagrass line, and I imagined what it would feel like to have lost my shorts due to the waves. I was tempted to try it, but either my brain was working that day, or I ran out of courage. Either way, I didn’t do it. But as I lay there in the sun, I imagined it. Me, naked, tossed around in the waves, searching frantically for my shorts. That image in my mind caused me to get a boner, and I rolled over on my left side, facing the ocean, and unzipped my pants. I pulled my member out and proceeded to jack off. I remember it being an amazing orgasm. I’m quite sure that nobody saw me or knew what I was doing. There were kids in the ocean, but they were looking the other way, watching for the next wave. I played the image in my mind a few times afterward, away from the beach, and part of me wished that I had allowed it to happen for real, but it never did.