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Early Nudism

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 19 Jan 2003 1 comments
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My son and I live in the same house, and as we have always been since his childhood, we are part time nudists. I say part time because we don't frequent nudist organizations, but are very free with our nudity in the privacy of our home. His dear wife has died, as has mine, so it is very convenient for us to live together. My two grandsons, his children, are also in our home. They are 11 and 8. The boys too are natural nudists, and are often naked at home. In fact, we've all been to a local clothing optional beach. Whenever there is company, of course, we are clothed, especially when my other son and his wife and kids visit. His wife is not amenable to our lifestyle, and we don't impose it on her. They have 3 girls, my grand daughters, ages 9, 6 and 2. In the past, the kids have seen each other naked, but that stopped about 3 year back at my daughter in law's request. Our family has been this way since I was first married, before our children were born. I first thought I was a nudist, however, when I myself was a young teenager. When I was 13, (it was early 1963) and masturbating already for about six months, anything having to do with sex was never discussed. We were a family of four: my parents, my sister who is 4 years younger than I am, and myself. All of my sex knowledge came to me from my friends and from my own experimentation, which always took place in private and in secret. I didn't ever dare to admit that I jerked off, except only to my best friend. He and I would walk home together from school and sex was always the topic of conversation. At the street corner where we parted, he to go in one direction and I in another, we always lingered. Sometimes our conversation became so hot that I couldn't wait to get home to jerk off. I'm sure he must have too, but he never actually would admit that he did. When I would arrive home, I usually found my grandmother babysitting for me and my sister until my parents arrived from work. My usual routine was to head straight for the bathroom, strip naked, and jerk off. I would then put on my underwear and go to my room for my play clothes. I don't know why underwear was acceptable to me, because I had become very shy since I entered puberty. I guess because my father would be seen in his underwear, and my little sister as well, that I felt modest enough. Homework was usually reserved for after dinner, so my sister and I would watch TV until then. Well I was at the point about then that one jerk off session was not enough, and I was lazy enough not to want to strip again, so I began to jerk off while we watched TV, with my clothes on. I would usually lounge on a couch behind my sister to secure some minimal privacy, put my hands in my pants and very obviously pump my dick until I had my second cum into my underpants. Sometimes my sister would turn and see what I was doing, but never commented. My rationale was that since she was young and did not know what I was doing, it was somehow private. Sometimes my grandmother would come in and scold me to take my hands away from there, which I would, until she left when I would resume. I soon began other more daring exploits with public nudity. One day, there was no school and my parents needed to leave for work before my grandmother arrived. It would be about an hour and we were instructed to behave while we waited. Again at the TV, we both sat together. I never wore underpants with pajamas, and my sister commented that she could "see my Pee Pee." I looked down and there it was completely sticking out of my fly. But I realized that I didn't mind. I just put it back in and continued what we were doing. There were other times after that day, whenever the situation made itself available, that I began setting up being seen by her. The penis out of the fly scene happened a few times more, or I would take a shower and conveniently forget to bring in a towel. I would call her to bring me one and always had the door opened just enough that I knew she would see me completely naked, even though I would fake standing behind the door so she wouldn't. Sometimes, even with my whole family around, I rationalized away some incident of public nudity or even masturbation. Once, I remember, I sat watching TV at night with my father. Again, I would be behind him, as I did with my sister in the afternoon. I would wear just my pajamas, but with a raging hard on. As we watched TV, I secretly played with myself through my pajamas until I be close to cuming. Then I would go to the bathroom to finish. I'm sure my father must have noticed, because it happened a few times, but he never mentioned it. In my own mind, however, I had completely pulled the wool over his eyes. My public nudity found new ways to be expressed. Sometimes, for example, I would stay in my underpants after school, in my room, but with the door open so my sister would come in. I had not yet gone completely naked in the house, and the thought of doing that was a complete turn on. Finally the day came. It was a school holiday, my parents had to work, and my grandmother couldn't make it until the afternoon. The solution was that my sister would go to my mother's office with her. (Sort of an early version of take your daughter to work day.) I, since I was 13, was actually given a key, lunch money, and was left alone. It wasn't a moment after they all left the house that I was completely naked. I walked into every room of the house, the kitchen, living room, dining room, and all the bedrooms, just to feel what it was like. Of course, jerking off over and over was the premier event of the day. I must've cum within minutes of stripping. I also began to snoop around my parent's bedroom. It was a place where I hadn't ever been naked and the idea of wandering around in there with no clothes on was exciting. First I found their condoms. I knew what they were. I had seen a discarded one once, and my friend and I had completely discussed the use of the "scum bag." Although I didn't dare open one of them, the shape of the package and the condom in the foil made it obvious to me what they were. Then, I discovered a pornographic novel in my father's dresser. It was the most exciting book I had ever seen, and of course was the source for my second jerk off of the day. I actually stole it from their room and decided to hide it. Funny, my father never indicated that it was missing. Well I couldn't hide it anywhere in the house, because I knew I would be caught. The idea came to me, I don't know why, to hide it outside, behind the garage, where there was a narrow space I had explored once. A person couldn't fit in there, and no one would have any reason to go there. I dressed, and went outside. But before hiding it, I wanted to read it. I found what I felt was a private spot on the side of our house at the back corner. Although it was in view of our neighbor's window, I thought that no one would be home since they worked just as my parents did. Besides there was a tree in their yard that partially obscured the view. Fortunately I was right. I sat on the ground and practically devoured the novel. I was so sexually worked up that I needed to jerk off again, my third of the day. It was a warm spring day, so I stripped off my clothes, and sat there completely exposed, my first time naked outside. It felt great. Of course, first order of business was to play with myself until I shot out my load. I didn't dress immediately after though. I loved the feeling of being naked outside so I lingered a while. I knew then that I was a nudist, although I could never express it, at least not while I was still a kid. Well, except for one incident in my teen years with my best friend, that was the extent of my teenage sex life. I was an avid jacker whenever I could find an opportunity, and naked as much as I could be without getting caught. The only one who knew was my best friend, and later of course, my wife, who decided early in our marriage to share nudism with me. Now 2 sons and 5 grandchildren later, whenever it is appropriate, I am naked.