[FONT="helvetica"][FONT="]Distributed on [thorngay], a Yahoo group from: naked guy: Contact him at: ihateclothes (at) gmail.com I've written plenty of fictional stories on nifty.org, but this an account of my true adventures involving public sex/nudity. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="helvetica"][FONT="]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. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="helvetica"][FONT="]The earliest memories of getting excited from being naked came when I was young. 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. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="helvetica"][FONT="]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. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="helvetica"][FONT="]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. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="helvetica"][FONT="]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. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="helvetica"][FONT="]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. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="helvetica"][FONT="]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. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="helvetica"][FONT="]Since I'd discovered shooting a load the year or so before, I jacked off every chance I got. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="helvetica"][FONT="]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. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="helvetica"][FONT="]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. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="helvetica"][FONT="]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. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="helvetica"][FONT="]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. [/FONT][/FONT]
[FONT="helvetica"][FONT="]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. [/FONT][/FONT]






























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