I’m not sure when I realized that I loved being naked. I remember taking my pajamas off in bed when I was around 12 years old. The feeling of being naked in bed was nice. For years I would sleep naked several times a week, not every night but just enough for the feeling to seem new.

When I was about 14, I went away to boarding school. This was around 1969, so all of the guys in the dorm showered together. It was normal to be naked with up to 10 guys in the same shower room. We were all different sizes and shapes. My roommate was certainly the most well endowed at probably 10 or more inches long and fairly thick. He loved pulling it out and boasting about it. Not sure why I brought that up except to say a little nudity wasn’t totally out of bounds.

In the summer, I went home and learned that my parents had moved to a house out in the country. This was new since we had lived in neighborhoods in town before. Moving wasn’t unusual though, we moved every year or two. So living in a new area, in the summer, I didn’t know anyone. So most days, I would get on my bike and ride around. Exploring was fun but there wasn’t too much else to do. Since I was young and horny, I found some secluded meadows were I could just be. I would take some big towels, strip naked, and lay around playing with myself. As the summer wore on, I spent more of my days naked. Anytime I wanted to jerk off, I could. It was definitely a free time.

I guess that’s one of the reason that, even though I’m now 69 years old, I still look for any opportunity to roam around naked outside