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I'm a Nudist at Heart
by Chrisyx09 (no address provided)

***

A 13-year-old boy feels the need to expose himself to 
others. (mm-teens, exh)

***

I'm a nudist. I like being naked. When I am home, I am 
usually naked. I go to nude beaches whenever I can, 
including areas on both coasts of the United States, as 
well as spots in England, Germany, and Greece. I even 
have home pages of me naked, although I haven't posted 
them anywhere on the net. There's just something about 
being naked in public that gives me a thrill. Yes, I 
like the feeling of freedom and warmth, but I think 
there's something more to it. I like having people look 
at my body.

One of my favorite memories is of a visit to a nude 
beach in California, a long stretch of sand in northern 
San Diego county. On the gay section of the beach, it 
was approaching sundown and I was alone. From down the 
beach I spied the lanky figure of a man, maybe in his 
mid-twenties, approaching me. He had on baggy nylon 
soccer shorts and a Hawaiian shirt and was carrying his 
rolled up towel, obviously on his way to the parking 
lot. He stopped and talked with me for a while. 
Something about being naked and talking with a clothed 
individual gave me a bit of a thrill, although I didn't 
pop a woodie or anything.

Eventually as we talked, he decided to strip down as 
well. It was obvious that he had been nude on the beach 
many times, for he had a deep all-over tan. The long 
shadows cast by the setting sun illuminated our bodies, 
emphasizing our musculature. As I was lying on my 
blanket looking up at him, I could tell that he was 
sneaking peeks at my rather small, circumsized penis and 
my balls sagging in their sack in the late afternoon 
sunlight. As we talked, I could see his penis begin to 
harden.

"Do you mind?" he asked.

I smiled up at him, "No problem. I've seen it all 
before."

With that he reached down and began manipulating his 
long, cut dick. He played with it lightly at first. All 
the while he stared down at my naked body, paying close 
attention to my groin and legs. I decided to give him a 
bit of a show. 

I stretched with an audible moan and then brought my 
hands down my chest, rubbing in solid, circular motions 
down my abdomen and sides. I then brought my hands up 
and began stroking the soft skin of my inner thighs, 
spreading my legs outward so he could have a better view 
down there and thrusting my hips upward. Occasionally my 
thumbs would brush against my sagging nut sack, causing 
my testicles to churn up and down.

I think this really got him going. Although I had been 
successful in willing my dick to stay down, I was acting 
and feeling quite sensual. He picked up the pace of his 
masturbation, all the while staring at my body. It was a 
trip watching his face as he frantically jerked him 
meat. He was trying to watch me throughout his 
gyrations.

Finally he came, shooting white globules out the slit 
and onto my left leg and foot. Some of it landed on the 
beach forming small globes encrusted with sand. Out of 
breath, he quickly wiped himself off with his towel and 
got dressed. I continued to lie on the beach has he 
donned his clothes again.

"Thanks," he said as he turned to leave.

"Anytime," I replied to his retreating back.

After he was gone, I began to masturbate myself, 
remembering the remarkable feelings I felt inside as I 
watched him get off on my body. My thoughts also went 
back to my childhood and some of the same feelings I 
felt then.

***

I can't remember a time when I didn't get off being 
naked in front of friends and even complete strangers. 
When I was seven or eight my friend Daniel and I used to 
go to my tree house, high up in an oak tree where I 
would strip down with little fear of being seen by 
anybody. 

Daniel would stand next to me, fully clothed, and watch 
as I pissed off the platform. We would watch the golden 
stream emerge from the slit in my tiny, hairless penis 
and sail to the ground thirty feet below. I would shake 
it, helping the final drops begin their plunge to the 
ground, always aware that Daniel was watching me with 
interest.

Sometime during our play in the tree house, I would 
invariably get hard and parade around with my 4-inch 
woody sticking straight up, almost touching my abdomen. 
Sometimes Daniel would laugh and throw my clothes down 
to the ground, forcing me to climb down and retrieve 
them. Luckily the tree house was in the woods, far from 
any house or road. 

I actually enjoyed climbing down the rungs nailed to the 
tree and scrambling around the dried leaves looking for 
items of clothing. I felt so free when I was naked! 
Sometimes I even kept my clothes off, carrying them with 
me until we were almost in sight of my house.

Daniel and I used to go hiking and camping in the hills 
above our neighborhood. Usually I would take off my 
clothes and put them in my backpack as soon as we were 
out of sight of any houses. 

Sometimes Daniel would get naked, too. I really liked 
looking at his dick and loved watching his nuts loosen 
up as we exerted ourselves hiking the trails through the 
woods. Daniel didn't seem to like being naked like I 
did, though, but that was okay because I preferred 
showing him my body anyway.

One time I remember coming to a clearing. The two of us 
were naked and I really got off in running around in the 
summer sunlight, wearing just my shoes. Soon, though, we 
heard voices approaching and we ran to hide up a rise 
and just inside the edge of the woods. Daniel hurriedly 
put on his clothes but I stayed naked; it was really 
exciting realizing that we had almost been caught, and I 
wanted to prolong the moment. 

Even though I hadn't been hard before, I felt the 
familiar feelings and looked down to see the jerking 
movements of my boy-cock rising to meet the sky. I 
nudged my friend, pointing to it. He giggled and almost 
gave away our location.

As we looked down we saw two of the older neighborhood 
teens walking by. They had a reputation for being 
bullies and if they had seen us, I am sure they would 
have beaten us up for playing "faggot" games. Somehow 
the excitement made it even more fun for me.

When I was about ten, I remember going to the beach with 
my family. I brought along my friend, Bob, and we put 
down our towels a couple hundred yards from my mother 
and sisters. I was wearing a baggy, boxer-style swim 
suit but as usual, I didn't have anything on underneath 
it; I liked the feeling of the wind blowing up my pants 
leg. 

Lying there, I would keep my legs spread apart and 
allowing the sun to shine up the opening of the leg to 
warm my balls. At some point during the day, Bob noticed 
and whispered to me that I needed to cover up.

"Nah," I said. "I don't care if they see me. If a girl 
comes along, I'll cover up, but guys have seen it 
before. Besides, nobody's gonna look at me, and if they 
do, it's because they want to see it. Why deny them a 
free show?"

Bob laughed nervously at my joke, but I didn't bother 
trying to cover myself. Eventually I had to piss so I 
went up to the restroom near the parking lot. I stepped 
up to the trough urinal and opened my pants, allowing 
them to drop to my knees. As I was letting go a strong 
stream into the long trough, a man came up beside me and 
opened his pants to piss, too.

Now, until this time, I had never seen a naked man 
before and I was amazed at the size of his dick and all 
the hair he had; I didn't know people grew hair there. 
He let loose a large stream and all I could do was 
stare. And watching him with his hand holding his large 
tool, I began to get hard. I thought about covering up, 
but it was too exciting being naked with this god. 

Eventually he finished his piss but didn't move to cover 
himself up. Instead he looked down at me and even 
reached over and touched the tip of my tiny erection. At 
that point I knew that he had gone beyond that certain 
point so I pulled my suit back up and went out to join 
my friend. But that night, as I lay naked in bed, I 
couldn't get over the experience. I played with my cock, 
remembering that touch to my dick. It felt so neat 
knowing that he got off at looking at my tiny pecker.

A year later, I moved to a new neighborhood and had to 
make new friends. One of those friends, Michael, seemed 
to be into nudity as much as I was. Even though we were 
eleven and way too old for that kind of thing, we used 
to take baths together, along with his little brother 
who was nine, and compare our still tiny dicks. 

Michael's family was way different than mine. Neither 
Michael nor his brother, Jed, minded being naked in 
front of his parents. The two used to walk naked through 
the house without giving it a second though. In my 
house, my mother yelled at me if I even bothered to walk 
from the shower to my room without my shirt on.

Michael had a pool way in the back, out of sight from 
his house, and we would swim naked all the time when his 
parents weren't home and I felt comfortable. Sometimes 
his little brother would join us. The three of us were 
camping out one summer's evening and it was too warm for 
us to sleep in our sleeping bags. Of course, we were 
naked.

"I've got an idea," I said at about midnight when we 
couldn't sleep from the heat. "Why don't we wander 
around the neighborhood. Maybe that will cool us off!"

Now, being an exhibitionist, I really meant that I 
wanted to take risks being seen. The other two thought 
this was a neat idea so we cautiously made our way 
alongside the house to the street. This was actually 
quite risky because the street, while quiet, was well 
lit and if anybody bothered to peer out of their 
darkened windows, they would have seen the three of us, 
naked as the day we were born. None of us had even 
bothered to bring clothes; that just added to the 
thrill.

We began slowly darting from shadow to shadow, crouching 
behind trees to look out for anybody who might be coming 
down the street. I remember one time crouching behind 
Michael, so close to him that my legs were on either 
side of his body and my groin was pressed tightly 
against his lower back. My already hard dick stiffened 
even more, but Michael didn't say anything as my solid 
4-incher poked into him.

As we continued down the street, we became bolder and 
bolder, spending more time moving between the dark 
shadows. Soon we didn't even bother using trying to hide 
in the dark at all. Pretty soon we moved to the middle 
of the quiet residential street with the street lamps 
alternating on either side illuminating our bodies. 

It was almost one in the morning and we hadn't seen a 
car the whole time we were out. We became quite bold, 
even talking in less than hushed tones occasionally. 
Each of us was sporting a tiny erection. I especially 
liked Jed's because its tiny size was so cute!

Suddenly a car turned right onto the street a couple of 
blocks ahead of us. Its headlights played though the 
darkness toward our naked bodies. We were in a panic! We 
looked to either side and there were no trees or bushes 
to hide behind! There was only a large patch of ivy to 
my left so I dashed across the street and dove into it, 
hoping the bulk of the cool vines would hide me from 
view. 

I heard the hard rush of leaves being crushed to my 
right as a small form landed beside me. I heard the 
harder sound of Michael's body as it landed in the Ivy 
to my left. Jed began to lift his head to see what the 
car was doing but I grabbed his body, held his head down 
with my left hand, and dogged my right leg over his body 
to keep him from getting up. My hard dick was crushed 
into his hip and I could feel myself involuntarily 
thrusting my hips, pounding my little penis into his 
side.

The car passed without slowing down, so I don't think 
they saw us. The scare was enough though, and we made 
our way back the quarter mile to Michael and Jed's 
house. This time we stayed in the shadows, no longer 
being bold enough to walk in the glow of the street 
lamps. We giggled together when we finally got back. 
After skinny-dipping a short time we settled down on our 
sleeping bags. We fell asleep as the water evaporated 
from our naked bodies.

As I think back on it, I was a much braver exhibitionist 
as a boy than as an adult.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any 
of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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