Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2012 13:21:08 -0500 From: Basil Basil <tampagay@hotmail.com> Subject: Summer Cottage (High School - Gay) As a child growing up, my family owned a beautiful cottage on an enchanted hill overlooking Lake Erie. It was shaded by majestic, wise, hundred year-old Oaks. The hill was always bathed in a cool breeze – our natural air conditioning. For some reason on my fourteenth summer I discovered the joy of nudity. I would get naked whenever possible. As a small child I always enjoyed looking at naked Amazon Indians from old copies of National Geographic. I remember getting a special thrill peering at the smooth, naked asses of the male Indians. Also, I greatly enjoyed going to the Science Museum with my parents and sisters to see the miniature model of an Iroquois village with tiny figures of naked Indians running around – oh how I wanted to join them and be a naked Indian! Well, as I was saying, I discovered the joy of solitary outdoor nudity on my summer between eighth and ninth grade. Our cottage was a huge expanse added on over many decades. It was painted dark brown and had multiple porches. There were many rooms with bay windows that framed the surrounding woods with a first-class lakefront view. It even boosted a cathedral ceiling with balcony plus deer and wild sheep heads. Hemingway or Teddy Roosevelt would have felt at home in this wild abode. Neighbors couldn't be seen from our property. The large woods offered abundant privacy. Our beach was basically private as well. The only sounds a noisy chorus of crows or an occasional passing speedboat out distant on the lake. I was determined to find a way so that I could live my life as a nudist. I scoured the maps – we owned a huge World Book Atlas. I wanted to find a place somewhere in the world where I could live my life naked...somewhere where there were no others to disturb my blessed solitary nudism. I found Spanish Sahara. It was very lightly populated – I decided that I would move there when I was older. Underneath our cottage was a huge, cavernous crawl space with a sand floor. No one ever went down there. There were many holes in the walls and other openings and the sunlight easily filtered into this crevasse. At least once a day, I would wander down there. I would strip off my shirt, shorts and underpants and sit naked on the cool sand. I would cross my legs and do a form a primitive meditation as no one had ever taught me how to formally meditate – I just instinctively knew what to do. After about an hour I would put my clothes back on and leave my secret naked place. Later I decided that it would be more fun to be naked outdoors. As I mentioned, our cottage was surrounded by a dense woods. I walked and walked and found myself a nice secluded spot underneath the protective arms of a giant Oak tree. The spot was well hidden by heavy underbrush of bushes, weeds and tall grasses. Everyday when my family went to our beach, I would immediately head to my special spot. I would follow the same ritual – first removing my shirt, then shorts and underpants. I would sit quietly, naked for about 45 minutes. I could feel my nude butt against the matted grass. I would cross my legs and meditate. Evenings were a special time for my nude adventures. Our property was quite large and undisturbed. After my family went to bed, I would go outside and sit quietly on the back porch. Once I was certain that everyone was sleeping, I would go behind one the large Oak trees, strip off my pajamas and hide them next to the tree. Such a thrill to be totally naked in the outdoors at night. I could feel a breeze – a tickle really as the night air caressed by testicles. I immediately embarked on a naked walk – I would explore all four corners of our large property. I enjoyed walking naked on the empty beach, the only light from the stars and moon. Sometimes I would enter the cool water and take a quick dip. After about an hour of naked adventure, I would return to our cottage, find my pajamas waiting for me where I had hid them. I would quickly dress – go back inside our cottage – quietly not to wake anyone – to my bedroom, and to bed. Once safely in my bed, I would slide off my pajamas, then lay on my belly on top of my pillow and masturbate. Such a sweet feeling of release after my naked night walk. As I lay on my stomach, I would fantasize that I was having sex with a girl, but for some strange reason I always opened my legs wide to expose my anus.