My ‘Accidental’ Nudity

Hello Jamie here. I’ve discovered a new pleasure.

For years I’ve known I enjoy being naked and I love other people seeing my body, I’ve also loved doing things in public places. Either it be getting my dick sucked by a busy main road or getting cum forced up into my asshole in a crowded gents toilets. I love all of that. The fact people are so close to me while I’m being such a vile and dirty little slut is a total thrill.

A month ago I was dragged out of bed early to go supermarket shopping with my mother. I had been lazy in dressing and had just thrown on my trainers, a sweatshirt and my ratty old pair of jogging sweatpants, nothing else, no socks and no underwear.

As I wandered around the aisles, half asleep still, I found myself playing with my waistband. I toyed with the old frayed tie core. The band has been loose for a year or so now. The sweatpants were second hand when I bought them from the charity shop, they were cheap and that was all that mattered, I dislike clothes. If I could be naked all the time I would. I've spoken to Corbin, my nudist friend, if we won millions on the lottery we are going to build a nudist town. It would be a true place of freedom and honesty, somewhere for people of all ages, races and sex to enjoy the ecstasy of being free with their bodies.

Green spaces in the town centre for open air and public sex. All schools and businesses would be fully nude.  And shops and supermarkets just like the one I found myself pushing a battered trolley around far too early to be awake.

I pulled my pants back up for the sixth or seventh time and I realised something. Half of my butt had been fully on display for several people. My cock woke up. I felt the blood rising and the swell begin.

If my pants were to fall to the floor everybody in the aisle would see my engorged dick, they would look upon my naked buttocks and legs. This gave me a rush of excitement. I decided to see how long it would be before my pants fell down. I wouldn't pull them up anymore. I would let them slide down over my buttocks. I've such a shapely pair of buttocks that once over half way the pants would fall down to my knees or further.

I pushed the trolley up and down, my mother always rips the shopping list in half and she goes off her way and I have to go off and do mine. I was stood in the canned food aisle when it happened.

I reached up for a can from a higher shelf and since I'm such a short ass I had to stand on tiptoes. 

My pants fell down to my ankles. I looked round to see who had seen, a few old ladies, their male partners and a mother and her son. I knew what I had to do, if I showed any sign that I wanting them to see my naked flesh I would be dead. I hurriedly fumbled my pants back up and acted as embarrassed as I could. What a terrible thing to have happened to a young male in found of a crowd of strangers.

I slapped my already hardening penis away and quickly pushed my trolley down and around the corner. Their shocked faces filled my head. Some of them where embarrassed for me, some were just laughing with the uncomfortable moment they had just witnessed. I left the trolley at the end of an aisle and hastily walked to the toilets, the thin cloth of my sweatpants already tenting with the force of my rigid dick before I got there.

There was nobody there, I pulled my pants fully to the floor in the centre of the room and began to jerk off with such a heavy hand and fast pounding forceful thrusts that my balls fizzed and I jizzed in a matter of seconds. My substantial load hitting the back of the urinal with some power. I stood there drained with the excitement of the last few minutes; I pulled my pants up to my knees and pissed the jizz down the wall into the gutter.

I wanted to do it again straight away, I wanted to have more people see my nakedness, but I knew I would be asking for trouble to pull the same stunt twice in the same place on the same day, so I resisted. I went back to my shopping.

But the idea of doing it again lay in my head for days afterwards, so I went into town on the bus, I decided that I wouldn't pull my pants up and wait for them to fall, I would fumble with them and take as long as I possibly could to get them back up, to be quick but to make such an act of it that people saw my cock, balls and butt for longer.

I didn't have to wait long. I stood up at the bus station to get off the bus and as I went down the step of the bus, they fell. A queue of people stood there. Man, women and children. All of them stared and were shocked to see my large penis flop out of my tattered sweatpants. Such pleasure as a wave of horniness filled me. I did the act well, I looked shocked and red faced and walked quickly to the bus station toilets. I was going to jerk off again. But there I found it busy with my types of guys, all looking for sex. So I took my pick and went into a cubical with him. I stripped fully naked and let him have me.

I will do it again, I know I will. Hopefully next time with larger crowds and a different set of people. The thrill is in the waiting for my pants to fall. But you know me, they always will.

Catch you later XXXX

Corbin and the Sexual Imbalance

Hello Corbin the family nudist again.

Today Jamie has asked me to put into writing something I don’t often talk about in public, my illness. I suffer from a chemical imbalance. My brain doesn't make the right mix of chemicals, this means I'm not able to sleep for long periods, and it also means I get "waves". Let me explain what my waves are. They are a feeling deep down in the pit of my stomach. I feel them building up. It’s a wave of horniness. The tiniest little thing can set these waves off.

My older brother is 22 and he suffers from the same ‘waves’ but never as harsh as some of mine. No this isn't going to be some lame ass incest story. This is my real life and this is how my brother and I deal with this. My brother was 10 when he was first tested and diagnosed with this imbalance and I didn't show signs until I was 13.

Luckily our younger brother has not shown signs yet, but he is only 12. I hope it skips him.

When a wave hits I get a feeling in my stomach and light headedness behind my eyes. If I let it last for long my skin starts to feel like it is on fire and my face goes red. My mother can sometimes spot this before I know an attack is happening. My eyes will water and my head will begin to hurt if I don’t release the feeling. We do this by jerking off. The chemicals built up and released when we ejaculate stops the pain.

I've read medical reports about this and seen films about it. Some poor people don’t have loving caring families around them. Thankfully we do.

We have been taught never to be ashamed of our need to jerk off. We have been told to never leave and do it in private or to say sorry afterwards. It is a need that we much for fill for the sake of our own well-being.

For example we were all watching the TV on a family night together. We were watching the show that around the world is called “Dancing with the Stars”.

The men in their tight shirts and hard bodies, I knew I was going to start a wave. My mother asked me if I was OK. I told her I was going to ‘wave’. Rather than me running away and hiding in my bedroom, ashamed of my illness, my mother just handed me the kitchen paper towel from beside the sofa and I started to jerk off. I wasn't watched, it wasn't something I needed to do in front of them to enjoy the feeling. It was just something I've done for the last few years. I jerked myself to release and then cleaned up with the paper towel and folded it up and carried on watching the TV.

If my older brother is in the room with me and one of us has an attack it will set the other one off. So to counteract this we will jerk off together.

The lack of sleep means I'm awake after only a few hours sleep. So my brother and I will go for walks. We will pick a place on the map. Drive up there, strip to our skins, fill a rucksack and just go for a wander. Our favourite place to go is up in the hills and woods outside of our town. We walk up the dirt path with our torches and sit on the top of the hill on the smooth rocks and watch the sun rise. As the sun creeps up over the town we jerk off together. We sit facing each other with our feet touching and we will jerk off. It helps that I’m with someone who understands my needs and who is capable of watching me jerking my thick dick and never once has judged me.

If I am out shopping in the city and I get an attack it is sometimes very difficult to find a public toilet. So I know every hidden alleyway in that town now. Also if I am near the toilets by the train station I will go there and hopefully someone will be able to help me release before the pains gets too much for me to bear.

Since I started this when I had just turned 13 I had to drop out of school of course. I started to be home schooled. My brother had turned 18, so his tutor took over my schooling. His name is Killian and he went to school with our father. He trained as a special needs teacher. So our needs are pretty much special.

He comes to the house Monday to Friday and Saturday mornings because we sometimes have a half day. It’s from ten AM to four PM. We do it in the office at the back of the garage building. I am naked because it is my wish and because it is our home and I shouldn't feel uncomfortable. My brother did dress for his lessons. I can’t, I'm just too awkward when dressed. Killian doesn't get undressed, trust me I've tried.

If I am having a bad day with my illness I am allowed to play with my willy during lessons. I sit with a towel under my bum and one on the floor by my legs, because I pre-cum a hell of a lot.

Killian will also call for “wank breaks” if I have an attack. He will often go into the garden for a walk or to the kitchen for yet another coffee. Sometimes he will sit there behind his desk and check on his laptop or phone.

This helps, him being in the room with me is wrong and my twisted head likes this. He has been with me in that room and seeing me jerk off and jizzing since I was 13 years old. He is a total professional.

I’m not sure what else I can say about this, I'm sure someone out there will have questions, so ask them and I’ll write the answers up for Jamie sometime.

Hope you liked hearing about something very different to your normal lives. Also if you got off to it, then that is OK I understand. The thought of a teenage boy jerking off with his brother or in front of his family is something you read about in lame incest stories. So I understand that some guys are into that.

Hope you jizzed a huge load. Yours Corbin.

Corbin, My Nudist Friend

I've been a friend of Jamie’s for quite a few months now and he likes hearing about my life. He has asked me to write some of my life up so he can share it with some of you.

Hello there, I'm Corbin, I'm 17 years old and I live in the UK with my parents and my younger brother who is 12. I also have an older brother, 22, but he moved out of the main house before Christmas to live with his girlfriend in the bedroom over the garage.

We are a family of nudists. Since I was born into it and it’s in my DNA I don’t see a thing wrong with it. But I'm not so stupid that I don’t know that some other people would find it weird to be naked around your parents and brothers.
My parents are very open and here at home they run an open door rule, no secrets, no matter what.
So as well as never closing the few doors we do have, we know absolutely everything about each other. Also we have seen each other doing pretty much everything you can think of over the years.

I know both my parents are bisexual and that in college they both dated the same guy for a while. I know my older brother is 99.99% straight, but likes to have his sexual partners stick a finger up his asshole when he jizzes. I also know my little brother is in a world of his own and never really knows what the hell is going on most of the time.

I have a boyfriend. He is 19. When he first started coming over to the house he was a bit awkward, OK, to be honest, a lot awkward. We don’t force a person to strip, that isn't our way. But if people want to, then that’s cool. He would get hard around my dad and older brother. So for the first few months whenever he visited he would only strip down to his underwear and t-shirt.
He is much more used to us now, so he gets down to his skins like the rest of us. He just has to get used to my little brother using him as a climbing wall now. No idea why lil bro does that. It’s just a thing he likes to do, he will run at you and climb all over you.

I better answer the questions I get asked the most. We are a nudist family; we are nude any time we are home indoors or in our back garden. We also holiday at a nudist camp site in the south of France.

It is gay friendly but there are many families that go there too. The camp is set out into groups of different sets of cabins. There is an entertainment building with a pool, bar and hall. There are games rooms and a tennis court.

There is a huge land area. If you follow the back track from the cabins down the nature trail you come to the woods and if you take the path through them you come to the gay side of the lake. Here is a boathouse and a shower/toilet block.

In these woods is the best place for the gay guys to hang out and cruise each other. Everybody is very open but of course the families make sure their kids know which path to stay on.

When I was about 11 I was telling my mum about a boy I liked at school, I got hard talking about him and what he had done during the PE lesson. My mum told me to go to my room and think about this boy and play with myself. She told me I would “like it”. I went off and after a few minutes I knew why she said that, I did like it.

When I was 14 my parents sat he down at the kitchen table, I thought I was in trouble. They told me it was my body, it was mine to do with as I liked. It was totally up to me who I let touch it. They said anything I wanted to do with my body was totally OK, as long as I was careful.

I took this to mean it was OK to go into the woods at the camp site. That summer I was in those woods with a 19 year old. He was the first to bare fuck me. There on the wooden beach, that overlooks the clearing down to the lake.

Since then every year I've looked for more and more guys. So now with the gay guys at the camp site I have a bit of a rep as being the camp site slut. This is not a bad rep to have, saves time.

I’ll tell you some more of what I've done at the camp and here at home another time if you like.
Let me know if you have any questions and I’ll answer them next time.

Thanks and bye, Corbin.