I was born and raised in a smallish town. It was an OK place to grow up and things went reasonably well for some years. However, like most kids I was a bit confused as to exactly what I was expected to do. Things began to clear up and then I got to high school.

By the time I got to high school, I had already learned that I was expected to finish high school and then get a job to support myself and, probably, a wife.

I tried and failed to visualize how reading the crap they wanted me to read in English class was ever going to get me a job. I knew that memorizing dates in history class was never gonna’ get me a job. All in all, I found only two classes that I thought might be of some use in my future. The two classes were math and auto shop.

I became steadily more rebellious in school and things came to a head just after I turned 16-years-old. I was in English class and I asked a question about this book we had been assigned to read. The teacher wouldn’t answer my question and I politely told her, “Look, you fat, stupid, ugly bitch, I am in this class to learn something useful. If you won’t answer my questions, I am not gonna’ learn.”

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Growing up I lived in a house where nudity was taken for granted. It is not like we were doing this for the sake of showing off but it was natural to our family, like breathing. My parents never worried if the kids saw them naked because everyone was naked and it was an unwritten rule that while we were at home no one wore clothes. Since there were no other houses within miles of us we could be naked any where and at anytime either in or out of the house.

Although, we were always naked, it didn’t mean there was anything sexual, in fact, mom and dad were always very private about lovemaking. So regarding the family nudity, I never knew until middle school that our family wasn’t the norm until I spent the night at a friend’s house. Before I left, my mom told me other families were not like ours, they wore clothes at home so I had to as well. She also told me I had to respect the parent’s wishes at all times. Our parent’s were very strict about respecting the rights of others. Occasionally, friends would come over to play. My parents, being well liked in our Vermont town and there being no secrets about how we lived, many parents decided it was okay for their kids to come over. On those instances, my mom and dad would always cover up so there were no questions while other kids were around.

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I was looking at the advertisement in the magazine and I was wondering, what is the difference between a naturist club and a nudist club?

I had been to a naturist club a few weeks before, and found that it was all people extolling the virtues of social nudity and insisting that naturism is an entirely non-sexual activity. I didn’t agree with them, and that line from Hamlet, which I had studied at high school, ‘he doth protest too much methinks,’ kept coming into my mind every time one of them launched into the spiel about how naturism had nothing to do with sex. I think the reason they all said it so often was to convince themselves; I mean, maybe there is something wrong with me, but when I see a woman who is attractive and sexy, I respond, and if she is naked, then my response is stronger, and if I’m naked too; visible.

My explorations in the world of ’social nudity’ as its seasoned practitioners call it, began with a few trips to naturist beaches. These were good, but I felt like I had to join a club, if I was truly going to feel that I had arrived as a nudist. I wanted to be a nudist, because I had decided that naturists were dull and I didn’t like them.

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There are two nudist beaches in our district. Both are fairly difficult to get at, very stony and were not popular before they were designated as nudist. By tacit agreement and custom the smaller one was for women only and the slightly larger one was for both sexes.

The beaches had been in use as nudist beaches for about ten years when one of the local paper printed a letter from a withheld address complaining that the writer, while walking with her grandchildren on the cliffs, had seen nude women kissing on the beach. The writer said that she was ashamed and wanted the local council to “do something about this offence to public decency”.

Next week there had been a flood of letters to “The Editor” both for and against. Most ignored the fact that only a very small part of the beach was visible from the cliffs and that the users of the beach had just stopped using the visible part.

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Like most Californians we enjoy the outdoors. Mom is an attractive woman in her mid forties. We live in the suburbs of San Francisco in a large house with a swimming pool, a hot tub and an ocean view.

After father died mom kept pretty much to herself. My sister and I tried to get her to date and go out, but were unsuccessful. I’m Bob and am a junior in high school. My sister Sindy is a freshman.

No matter how hard we tried, mom did not want to leave the house. She spent most of her time in the kitchen or out in the back yard by the pool. Finally this past January, she joined a gym and got herself a part time job at her friend Mary’s travel agency. She didn’t need to work, since father had left us pretty well off.

Our lives change after mom took a trip to Costa Rica with Mary. Unbeknownst to us, Mary had been invited as guest of the Agua Caliente nudist resort. They wanted Mary’s agency to be their agent in the SF area and book excursions for Americans nudists to their resort.

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I’m a 39 year old new divorcee. I divorced my no good rotten husband last year after 22 years of marriage. We have a son who just turned 23 last month. You guessed it right. I was 15 and very pregnant with my son Bobby when I married his father. 

Bobby left for college when he was 18. A smart bright student, he graduated with a degree in computer science and is now working as an independent contractor writing computer games and stuff like that. He lives in the Silicon Valley area of California.

I look forward to reading his daily emails. He’s always telling me about the projects he is working on or his friends and of course how he’s decorated his studio apartment. While in college he started going to nude beaches and now that he lives in his own apartment he has become a full time nudist.

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I received an unexpected call from my ex-wife telling me she was going to remarry in 2 weeks and was sending our 12-year-old daughter, Julie, to stay with me while she went on her honeymoon.

I was in a state of shock. We divorced when Julie was six years old. The last time I saw Julie was when she was eight and that was just before I moved to California and a new job. I have spoken with Julie many times over the phone since then and just lately have started sending her emails.

I was excited about her visit, but was completely unprepared for her to stay with me. I had to let my boss know I was going to take time off from work during her stay.

I was employed as a computer programmer and right now was between projects. I did not expect any problems taking the time off. In fact, I was overdue for a vacation since I had not taken one since I came to work for the company.

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I was chatting on line with my friend Bill about what similar childhood experiences we had growing up in a nudist home.  Our conversation explored the many areas of our childhood. That’s how we discovered how much we both loved bathing with and being bathed by our parents.
I told Bill that I bathed with them, especially mom, well into my early teens. In fact the only reason we stopped bathing together was the lack of room in the tub.  Mom, dad and I still share the bathroom.
Bill told me his dad used to wash him whenever they bathed together. I asked him how old he was the last time his father bathed him. He chuckled and told me it was after his parents had retired had moved to Florida. He was in their condo watching TV with his mother when his dad walked in nude and announced he was he was going to take a soak in their new Jacuzzi tub.

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Wow, has my life changed. Just a few months ago, I would never have thought I would be living with a 19-year-old boy. I have never thought of myself as gay. Except for an occasional female-male-male three-way, in which I enjoyed having my cock sucked, my sex was always straight. I sure didn’t think I was gay, maybe a little bit bi, but never gay.
However, all that changed when Mike my new roommate moved in. He was nineteen, a virgin and built like a brick shit house. Oh, don’t get me wrong, we did not jump on each other’s bone right away. It took a sunburn to get us together. Now, we are an item, a couple if you will.
Mike, a student at SF State, has been living with me for the past 8 months. In that short period of time he has lost his virginity, is openly gay and has become a nudist. He enjoys being naked just as much as I do and like me, when in public, will wear the least amount of clothing acceptable. We love fucking each other. I cannot get enough of his cock and ass.

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I need to let you know that when the events that I am going to relate to you took place, I was a very naïve high school virgin. I’ve never had a boyfriend and I’ve never been kissed. I don’t even know what a boy looks like. I mean a naked boy. Oh sure I’d seen pictures in Health Ed and even seen daddy’s hairy butt. But that’s not the same as seeing a real naked boy.
It all started the summer I turned fifteen. Both my parents worked. I didn’t have to go to summer school and I was home alone. It was mid morning, the sun was bright and it was going to be a hot day. Mother left a note reminding me to water the plants in the back yard.
I was outside watering the plants when I heard the sound of metal scraping on concrete followed by a grunt. It was coming from the other side of the backyard fence.
My half-brother, Robbie, bought the house next door and had a high fence installed around his backyard when he moved in a few weeks ago. You couldn’t see into his backyard unless you climbed up on a ladder. I’ve only been in his backyard once and that was when he first moved in.

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If you read my last account of my journey into nudism, you’d know that Claire and I have pushed our limits even further to where we’re pretty much spending all our time naked, and even going for late night walks in the nude around the neighborhood.

The next story is an account of my first trip to a nudist club. Claire and I had been spending a lot of time at the nude beach and at each others houses, but we had never been to a place that was a sanctioned nude area like a nudist club. I saw the opportunity to go to a nudist club as a way of officially coming out as a nudist. Claire had mentioned to me that she and her parents had belonged to a club nearby and that they would go every once in a while. So I thought it would be a good idea to give the club a try before the school year started.

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