Message-ID: <15404eli$9809182225@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/15404.txt> From: johnzipper@my-dejanews.com X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: My True Story Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6tf0lb$mia$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Allow me to introduce myself. I am a nudist/exhibitionist. Here is my story. It may not be the most fascinating piece of literature, but I can guarantee that it is all true. I don't know when my fascination started, but I remember one time overhearing a conversation my mom had with our neighbor. They were talking about nudist camps. My neighbor's husband apparently really enjoyed going to these camps. They also talked a bit about strip poker. I had to be no more than 8 years old. Boy, did it set my imagination to work! Imagine, a place where I could be nude, and see everyone else nude. Even though I was a prepubescent boy, it made me "horny". Oh yes, I used to masturbate a lot when I was a youngster! Again, I don't know when I started, but I know it was before I was 5 years old. This is because I remember my Grandmother scolding me when she caught me doing it in her living room. This was while we were still living in Brooklyn, we moved when I was 5. I should clarify here; back then I did not whip out my dick and "jerk-off". Instead, I used to lie down on my belly and put my right hand directly under my penis. I would arch my hand is such a way that the butt of my palm would provide pressure to my "little peter". I would then rock my hips and make thrusting motions. After a few minutes of this I would experience a continuos "nice feeling". It was not an orgasm, I certainly could not ejaculate, but it felt good all the same. I would do it in front of everyone, even my mom. I did not think much of it. Imagine my shock when one day when I was about 14, I felt an "explosion" down there! I must clarify, by this time I knew it was not something to do in front of others, so I was alone. I got up and saw my first load of cum on the floor! I knew about the facts of life then, so it was not a real shock. I masturbated this way until about 2 years later, when I found it difficult to masturbate while looking at pornography. It took me a while to get used to "jerking-off", but It did not take long to become an expert! Shit, I would jerk-off about 5 times a day back then! To this day, once in a while, I like to get off with my old method. An interesting aside about this technique is that I can actually come without having an erection. While growing up I would indulge in my desire to be naked in public, but I did not want my family to know about it. On several occasions while home alone I would disrobe indoors and run out into the backyard. This was at a time when streaking was big. I was taking a bit of a chance, as my neighbors could have easily seen me if they were outside or looking out a window. It would always give me quite a thrill! In the summer, I would occasionally sunbathe nude out at the pool. On more than one occasion I jerked off while sunbathing nude. At night I would get more brazen. A couple of times, while everyone was asleep, I would run outside nude and walk around in the front yard. Once, I was going back into the back yard and I accidentally made some noise while closing the gate. My mother called out of her bedroom window which was on the second level so she could not see me, not at that time anyway. She told me to make sure the gate was closed. To this day I don’t know if she knew what I was doing. When I finally got my driver’s license, I started getting into more varied nude and sexual situations. I had found out that there was a section of nude beach at Robert Moses State park. This Beach on Fire Island was only 15 minute from my parent’s house on Long Island. I did not know exactly where exactly the nude section was, I just knew it was at the end. So one particularly warm day during the first spring that I had my license, I decided to go and find this beach. I went there without any sort of beach gear. I was as much exploring for future reference as looking to indulge on that day. I walked pretty far down the beach and only seen a scant few people like myself, just enjoying the beautiful day. It was still too cold at the shore for sunbathing. Not seeing any nudes, I was little disappointed (and somewhat horny), so I decided to go into the dunes, find some privacy and disrobe. I did just that. I felt totally free and quite excited, even though no one else was around, this was the first time I was naked in a place far (relatively) from my home out in the open. I don’t think everyone can identify with this feeling, admittedly it sounds kind of funny sitting here reading it, but I think other exhibitionists will understand my emotions at this point. So there I sat in the warm sun, the cold beach breeze blocked by the dunes, stark naked for anyone too see (if they decided to walk the dunes). My cock was rock hard, so I started to stroke it. It did not take very long before I shot a copious load on the sand right next to me. Just then I looked around me, and noticed an older man (late 50’s to early 60’s), standing at the top of the dune where I lay. From his vantage point he had a clear view of both the ocean and my vulnerable situation. Needless to say, I was petrified. He did nothing but look. I turned my head and pretended I did not notice him, but he knew I saw him. I sat there for what seemed like 10 minutes but was probably only 10 seconds before he went on his way. At first I thought he was trying to work up some nerve to come and talk (or “play”) with me. You see, Fire Island is famous for some of it’s predominantly gay communities. Instead though, I think he was with a woman (wife?) who was nearby and he left and joined her. Once he was gone, it took me all of 5 seconds to get my clothes back on! I hurried off the beach vowing never to do anything so stupid again. But I was hooked. I did return to that beach later that summer to enjoy my first experience on a nude beach. It was cool. It was not an official club or anything. Just a bunch of people gathered on a section of the beach which just seemed to be understood to be for nude use. I found out years later the legality behind it all. It turns out that Robert Moses is a state park. Nudity is not allowed there at all. The Fire Island National seashore abuts the state park. This is where the nude beach is. At first I did not know this. I thought that the nudes just took over a section of the state park that was too far for most people to walk to. I remember going there one day during a lunch break from work (boy was I hooked!) to prance around nude for about 10 minutes then hurry back to work. It was a slightly cloudy day. No one on the beach, except for a photographer, his assistant and a swimsuit model. They were right at the entrance to the beach. Since no one else was there, I assumed the “nude” section started there! So I was about 100 yards from the photographer where I just disrobed & strolled around a bit. I remember the photographer looking over and kind of shaking his head. After about 10 minutes I dressed and left. Jut as I was walking to the path to the parking lot, a park ranger was making his way onto the beach in a hurry. He seen me and kind of gestured “Damn!”. It hit me all of a sudden that he was coming to arrest me!! What a rush! It was not long after this I found out about the state/federal laws. I made note of where the state park ended and never went naked outside of the federal land again. Living so close to the beach, it was inevitable that I would eventually be caught by an acquaintance. Even if none of my friends or family were nudists, many people liked going to field 5 so they could take a stroll and gawk. I actually enjoyed the gawkers, but I did not want to get found out by people close to me. So one day it happened. Actually, I was leaving the beach, walking through the clothed section I locked eyes with a girl who lived across the street from me. She was my sisters friend, and was also dating a friend of mine from down the block. She has since become buddy-buddy with my brother. It may as well been my mother. Well it would have all been pretty normal, I mean I was not nude at the time. She did not know where I was coming from, right? Well, not exactly. To add to my thrill of nuding, I wanted to push the envelope as much as I could. It was not enough for me to walk from my car to the nude section totally clothed. I had now been stripping to my underwear (bikini-briefs) in the car, and then walking to the nude beach! I reasoned that they covered me just as much as most bathing suits, so legally it would not be a problem. But anyone who seen me up close would pretty much know I was in my underwear. One time in fact, I remember passing a couple of hot chicks in the parking lot in my underwear. Just as I passed them they broke out laughing. It really turned me on. I guess exhibitionism is a special extension of masochism. Anyone reading this is probably saying to , “why doesn’t this guy get laid or something?”. Well it is really strange to say that I was very shy with women. Kind of ironic in that I would stand on a beach stark naked and stroll by anyone, but I did not have the balls to talk to a girl. I was not that bad. I had a few girl friends, but never got laid. I had pretty low self esteem. You see I was very skinny back then. Picture this, at HS graduation I was about 130 pounds and stood 6’5”. Kind of like Joey Ramone! To make matters worse, my close cousins where on the heavy side, and they had a way of making you feel inferior. Another thing my new license enabled me to do was to get to the X rated movie- theater. My first visit was with a group of friends. I did all I could do to keep from laughing as I saw the first “live motion” nude women and sex acts in my life. Since we all went, I thought it was a cool thing to do. A week later I went back by myself. It was great. I got so worked up I jerked off right there in my seat. Stupid me, I go and talk about the film with my friends. In other words I did not know what is commonly known to me now. If you go to a porno with friends, it is cool and you can talk about it and joke around. If you go alone, it is understood that you are going to be beating your meat. So when I mentioned to my friend s casually that I went back to the theater myself to see a film, they goofed on me to no end. It did not stop me though. I kept on going, but never told anyone. I got to be a real pro at it. I would bring a couple of socks with me and jerk off into them as to not make a mess on my pants. At first I was real shy about doing it with anyone else sitting around me. Then I started to get off on the idea that some else could see me wacking off! I got to the point were I would wear real loose pants with a stretch top (kind of like sweats) and no underwear, so I could whip them down real quick. I mean I would pull them down around my ankles and go to town! One time I got annoyed at some guy who was sitting in the same row. He would get up and go past, as he did he grabbed my cock. I am not the violent type. I just let it slide. The most exciting visit was the time some guy slowly crept closer to me while I was going at it. He kept on jumping from seat to seat until he was right next to me. I guess he was gauging my reaction. If I got up to move, he would know I was not interested. I have to say, I don’t consider myself "gay" or "bi", but I am open minded. I was certainly really horny, and feeling quite adventurous. So when this guy put him hand on my knee, I did nothing. Then he slowly felt his way up my leg. Before he actually sat next to me, I had put my cock back in my pants. Since I was not refusing, he just reached in my pant and pulled out my cock and started stroking it. I was actually getting off on the perverseness of it! The best part of it was, another guy sitting not far from me was able to see what was going on. He shot me a look like “you fucking queer!”. My new friend started to try to put my hand on his joint. But I was not going for it. So after a few minutes I started to fear that I was becoming gay and I just went soft in his hand. I don’t know. I just might be bi. To this day I fantasize about that experience and the possibilities. What if I jerked him off? What if I left the theater with him to enjoy more heavy action? I don’t know how other guys feel about these things, but I find myself seriously considering it when I am really horny. But after I come, the thought usually makes me sick! I still walk that line today. I have taken it to another level though. I have told my wife about my experiences, and it really turns her on. We bought several strap-on dildos and she enjoys fucking me in the ass with them! Before she plugs me in the butt, she makes me suck it and declare how much I want to suck a real dick. We have considered it, but we are really concerned with the AIDS thing. 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