Date: Sat, 1 Aug 2009 07:46:48 -0500
From: naked guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: My Naked History

I've written plenty of fictional stories here on nifty.org, but this
an account of my true adventures involving public sex/nudity.

I enjoy regular sex, but I really get off on being naked and or
jacking off in risky places.  I've done it in so many places that I
can't remember all of them...but I'm going to try.

The earliest memories of getting excited from being naked came when I
was 11 going on 12.  I lived in a ten unit trailer park in a wooded,
rural area.  It was rare that I was ever home alone at all without my
sister or parents around.  One time, my mom actually let me stay home
alone while she went to the grocery store.  I was to be along for
almost 30 minutes.  My sister was away and my dad at work.

I got the urge for some reason to take off my clothes and roam the
house.  I hadn't started jacking off or cumming yet, but it was still
a thrill to walk around naked in these everyday places.  Just sitting
on the couch naked gave me a boner.

Soon after, I took to walking into the woods and stripping.  There
were no neighbors around for quite a distance, so no one could see me.
I'd strip and leave my clothes in a pile.  Then, I'd walk around
naked for about half an hour.

Shortly after I got into doing the naked woods thing, my family moved
the mobile home to a more suburban trailer park far away.  I didn't
have the woods anymore, but I found a huge field full of high weeds
that had a small dried u pond in the center.  Once while exploring, I
found a torn up Hustler magazine there.  It had been rained on and
tossed around, but most of it was in tact.  I took it home and hid it
in a secret  place.  By then, I had learned to jack off.  In the
magazine itself it had a hot pictorial where a man and woman were
fucking in a restaurant.  The people in the background appeared
oblivious.  It was fake but fodder for my fantasies.  I kept returning
to the place where I had found the porn.

One day, it was close to sunset and I was in the big sunken spot where
the pond used to be.  I realized that once I was down in it, no one
from the distance around could see me at all.  Where water once sat,
the ground looked like a crater the size of a couple of buses.   The
ground was hard and dry.  There were trails where people rode bicycles
and dirt bikes.  Realizing I was out of view, I decided to strip naked
and walked around.  It felt so good with the warm air on my body.  I
sat down and jacked off a fast load.  The very second that I had put
my clothes on, a bicycle came down the hill into the pit and back out
again.  I was freaking out because I had nearly been caught.  However,
it was so thrilling that I went back several times again to repeat it.

My mom started to work nights after she and my dad separated around
1981.  That meant my teenage sister was supposed to be home watching
me.  It was summertime, so we didn't have to go to bed early, and we'd
stay up late.  However, at around 11pm, my sister would sneak over to
her friend Maryann's place or they would go to some guy's house and
flirt.

Since I'd discovered shooting a load the year or so before, I jacked
off every chance I got.  Once my sister split on her nightly sneaking
out adventures, I'd get naked and start jacking off.  I'd sometimes
jack another one or two times again (ah, youth!).  If I could sneak
out over to the field with the pond, I'd do it.  I mainly did that
during the daytime close to dusk.

Back then I was very self conscious about my body and didn't even go
shirtless anywhere.  I never wore shorts.  However, once I got to be
alone in the field with the pond (which was very public but hard to
see me from the road or anyplace once it got dark) each time, clothes
came off.  Even if it was just my shirt, taking my shirt off felt so
taboo and was turn on.

Eventually, my mom couldn't afford to pay the house note anymore and
we had to move into some apartments that were government run and rent
was based on one's income.  Luckily, between the apartments and a
convenience store was a huge field.  During the day, kids rode
bicycles there up and down some small hills.  It was full of weeds and
bushes.  That became my new place for walking around at night naked or
semi-naked.

I had one close call there, though.  Once night, just an hour after
sundown, I was walking through the bushes coming back from the
convenience store.  I had taken my shirt off and pulled down my pants.
In the moonlight and cool breeze, I was so turned on.  I started
stroking my cock.  Then I had someone whistle at me!  Up came the
pants and I hauled ass back home.  I was so terrified that whomever
saw me knew me or knew my sister that I didn't walk that path again
for many months.

Later on, my mom remarried and it was another year or two before we
lived in a house again.  It had a backyard that faced an open field
behind a school.   The field, however, was neatly mowed.   The
backyard was fenced in with a wood fence on two sides and the back
side facing the school was a chain link fence.  That allowed me
privacy on two different sides.

After we moved there and my mom and step dad starting going dancing on
Saturday nights, I started to get naked outside again.  At first I'd
just stroll the back yard naked at night.  Later, I went out dressed
and walked around through the whole field behind the school.  I was
able to see that from a distance, no one would ever see me naked in my
backyard, it was so dark.   The school, though, had plenty of lights
all around it.  I did find a few pockets in between the school
building and some portable classrooms that were very dark and I was
able to strip there and hang naked.   It was so hot to see cars or
people in the distance doing their thing while I sat naked outside in
a public place stroking my dick.

We lived at that house throughout my high school years.  The autumn
after I graduated, we moved to the house that my parents live in.  The
backyard is fenced in with a tall wood fence on all three sides.  Back
then, we had an above-ground pool, too.  When my parents would go out,
of course I'd skinny dip in the pool.  I'd walk around naked by the
fence that has a street behind it.  I'd enjoy walking naked next to it
at night as cars would pass.  I had already tested that out by
checking out the other side of the fence and although lights from the
car headlights might penetrate the fence, passersby would never
outright see me.  It still a thrill to lean naked against the wood
slats as cars would come by wondering if they saw my lily white ass.

That type of scenario in the backyard was the typical routine for
naked adventures in the backyard.  Now and then, I'd go out to one of
the cars parked on our driveway when my parents went out and open the
windows.  Once in the car, I'd strip and jack in the back seat.
Again, it felt great to be naked with activity around but doing it
secretly.

For  a couple of years, I moved out and lived with my Dad.  I was
really busy working full time and going to college.  I commuted to a
school that as thirty miles away each day.   During that time, there's
wasn't much naked stuff going on.  The only chance I had to do
anything was at school.   Sometimes, I'd strip naked in a bathroom
stall and jack off in between classes.

In my final year of college, I moved out alone into my own apartment.
That was the late 90's and the dawn of the internet.  Once I got the
internet, I started reading stories of exhibitionists that supposedly
did all kinds of things naked like washing their car at a car wash,
getting gas, running into a convenience store naked late at night,
etc.  I didn't believe them all until I later found sites with photos.
Then I knew that I had to try similar things.

I started with small stuff like going to the carwash on rainy days or
very early on Sundays.  The one near me had business across from it
and didn't face a main road.  I'd get in my car and pretend to clean
it out.  I'd eventually get totally naked in the back of front seat
and jack off.  I didn't get out of the car naked...that would come
later.

I started doing things late at night like at around 3am.  Sometimes,
I'd walk to the apartment mail boxes to get my mail in just a really
baggy t-shirt and tennis shoes.  Later I went as far as to leave my
place like that and get in my car and go for a drive.  Once on the
road, off went the shirt.  There's nothing like driving down the road,
windows open, warm night air on your dick and balls...

After a few times doing that type of drive, I drove through a small
rural area with no homes.   It was Autumn and slightly chilly at
night.  I stopped on the side of the road and decided to walk a bit.
I'd have plenty of warning if a car came.  Once I stepped out onto the
warm payment, it felt like a electrical current  went through my feet
to my dick.  I started to jack off and came in seconds.   At that
point, I was hooked forever on jacking naked outside for sure.

From that  point on until now, which is 13 years later, I've had
dozens and dozens of public jacking experiences.  I'd like to write
more parts to this history based on themes (car washes, washeterias,
etc) and particular hot scenes.  There's so many I've forgotten, but
writing about one reminds me of another.  These are true stories and
might be exciting to some of you, lame to others.  Let me know if you
want me to continue.

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