I Like Being Nude
When I was a lot younger growing up in a small country town there wasn't a lot to do, so being creative in finding something to do was critical. Living in a small town in the country was great there was plenty of space to roam without seeing a sole. Our nearest neighbor was 2 miles down the road. My brothers and sister were all older than me so they weren't around much either.
When the weather was warm a found my self roaming the woods and the abandoned rock quarry near our house. These spots began to be my places. Places to think, places to forget, places to be my self. I often spent most of the time being in the nude. This was the time I was exploring my sexuality.
I enjoyed being nude in the out doors and I couldn't wait until I could get there again. I could be nude at home, my parents wouldn't understand. They were great parents but Godly parents they thought that this was perverted and it was sinful to be naked. The only time it was ok to be nude was in the tub or shower. No one was to see you naked, only the doctor. Masturabtion was definitely taboo!
I could not understand that something that felt so good could be so bac? I often dreamt of such a place that I could live without the barriers of clothing people accepting me for who I was. This world all started with man and women being naked didn't it? Isn't that the way God wanted it?
I did what any kid would do, I decided I was going to be naked as much as could which meant doing without my parents or anyone else knowing, As often as I could And as weather permitted I would go to my special place to nude, always alone, I didn't have any friends anyway that lived close by. That was ok I enjoyed being alone and naked, just me to exploring my nude body, the feeling of my hand against my thighs. The touch of my hands on my ***. I loved the feeling of having a hard on. Being naked and Mastbating was my way of letting go and being free.
One day laying on my favorite rock over looking the quarry pond, I was enjoying my hard ****, the feel of the sun on my skin, it was another perfect day in my special place when all of a sudden the sun disappeared everything went black as if the sun went behind a cloud. That didn't make any sense earlier there wasn't a cloud in the sky? As I opened my eyes to see what had blocked my sun. As my eyes tried to adjust and focus I realized that it was my father!
He grabbed me up off the rock and began to beat me. Saying that I was a disgrace, I was a pervert, I should be ashamed of myself, and that he was disappointed in me. He threw me in the truck still naked he took me home? That was the longest ride home. Not a word spoken, other than a mumble of how ashamed he was of me and that I should be ashamed. Being nude outside the bathroom was not allowed and ************! I was going straight to hell!
When I got home I was told to go to my room and do not come down until I promised that this activity would stop.
I did as I was told I went to my room and immediately got dressed. I truly felt ashamed. There really must be something wrong with me. I shouldn't be having these feelings and desires to be nude. Was ************ wrong?
I was perverted. I was a disgrace.
So, because if the parental pressure I had to stop the dream? 35 years, a wife, children, and grandchildren I thought that a some point those feelings and desire would be long gone, but they haven't. They have always been there, deep down, I had to realize that I still enjoyed being nude, I still enjoyed the feel of a hard **** in my hand and I enjoyed looking at others!
I since then have been open and honest to my wife and she surprisingly was open to it. She isn't as comfortable as I am to be nude around the house or public places as I am and that is ok.
I now have combined the 2 things I enjoy and that is building and repairing things and being naked. I currently advertise my self as a nude handyman and have been able to pick up some side jobs. There are people out there that don't get all freaked out by a nude body.
Wanting to be nude doesn't mean I'm a pervert
Dad, I'm no longer ashamed, and I will no long hide.
May you rest in peace.
When the weather was warm a found my self roaming the woods and the abandoned rock quarry near our house. These spots began to be my places. Places to think, places to forget, places to be my self. I often spent most of the time being in the nude. This was the time I was exploring my sexuality.
I enjoyed being nude in the out doors and I couldn't wait until I could get there again. I could be nude at home, my parents wouldn't understand. They were great parents but Godly parents they thought that this was perverted and it was sinful to be naked. The only time it was ok to be nude was in the tub or shower. No one was to see you naked, only the doctor. Masturabtion was definitely taboo!
I could not understand that something that felt so good could be so bac? I often dreamt of such a place that I could live without the barriers of clothing people accepting me for who I was. This world all started with man and women being naked didn't it? Isn't that the way God wanted it?
I did what any kid would do, I decided I was going to be naked as much as could which meant doing without my parents or anyone else knowing, As often as I could And as weather permitted I would go to my special place to nude, always alone, I didn't have any friends anyway that lived close by. That was ok I enjoyed being alone and naked, just me to exploring my nude body, the feeling of my hand against my thighs. The touch of my hands on my ***. I loved the feeling of having a hard on. Being naked and Mastbating was my way of letting go and being free.
One day laying on my favorite rock over looking the quarry pond, I was enjoying my hard ****, the feel of the sun on my skin, it was another perfect day in my special place when all of a sudden the sun disappeared everything went black as if the sun went behind a cloud. That didn't make any sense earlier there wasn't a cloud in the sky? As I opened my eyes to see what had blocked my sun. As my eyes tried to adjust and focus I realized that it was my father!
He grabbed me up off the rock and began to beat me. Saying that I was a disgrace, I was a pervert, I should be ashamed of myself, and that he was disappointed in me. He threw me in the truck still naked he took me home? That was the longest ride home. Not a word spoken, other than a mumble of how ashamed he was of me and that I should be ashamed. Being nude outside the bathroom was not allowed and ************! I was going straight to hell!
When I got home I was told to go to my room and do not come down until I promised that this activity would stop.
I did as I was told I went to my room and immediately got dressed. I truly felt ashamed. There really must be something wrong with me. I shouldn't be having these feelings and desires to be nude. Was ************ wrong?
I was perverted. I was a disgrace.
So, because if the parental pressure I had to stop the dream? 35 years, a wife, children, and grandchildren I thought that a some point those feelings and desire would be long gone, but they haven't. They have always been there, deep down, I had to realize that I still enjoyed being nude, I still enjoyed the feel of a hard **** in my hand and I enjoyed looking at others!
I since then have been open and honest to my wife and she surprisingly was open to it. She isn't as comfortable as I am to be nude around the house or public places as I am and that is ok.
I now have combined the 2 things I enjoy and that is building and repairing things and being naked. I currently advertise my self as a nude handyman and have been able to pick up some side jobs. There are people out there that don't get all freaked out by a nude body.
Wanting to be nude doesn't mean I'm a pervert
Dad, I'm no longer ashamed, and I will no long hide.
May you rest in peace.
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