Being Nude

I don't remember a time when I didn't enjoy being nude. Unfortunately ours was the usual repressed family of the day, and I never saw their bodies in less than conservative swim suits. Fortunately we were on a farm, and I could escape to the fields and woods and lay around or play nude. My little cock would get stiff and I had no idea why, though it sure felt good. I wonder now what would have happened if a grown up had found me like that, if they would have yelled at me or spanked me, or gotten nude themselves and fondled or sucked my penis, and how I would have reacted.  I was totally naive about what trouble I might have gotten in. As I entered my teens I loved wearing a soft pair of button-fly jeans with no underwear, feeling them rubbing against my cock and ass. To me it just felt like innocent fun. I loved to lay in the moss under the trees and pull them down and off as my cock sprung out, and feel the breeze on my nude body. I was still very smooth except for a little bit of downy hair just above my still skinny penis.