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Some of the greatest
moments of my life were during those hot summer
months when I was barely a
teenager. My
parents both worked full time and my sister often
went to visit relatives out of state for the
summer. We lived way out in the country. Since our
big farm house didn't have air conditioning, the
summer months quickly brought the temperature
inside the house to a sticky 85 degrees. Most of
the time I tried to beat the heat by wearing only
a pair of shorts and a t-shirt; until one day I
discovered that I would feel much cooler if I
simply wore nothing at all! I also realized that
our house, and the fields surrounding it, offered
complete privacy while my parents were at work.
Not only was our nearest neighbor a mile away,
anyone who drove down the dusty roads towards our
house would be spotted several minutes before they
finally arrived. I had a revelation!
On a hot July morning at the age of 12 I
experienced a RUSH of freedom when I took off
everything but a pair of sandals and walked into
the summer afternoon sunshine! Almost quivering
with excitement, I exited the house and stood
fully exposed on our back porch for a moment,
almost expecting to hear a *gasp* -- or at least
the giggle of a surprised on-looker. But, there
was only the sound of the birds and the warm
breeze whisping through the trees.
Feeling a little more daring, I walked straight
through our open yard. Still naked, feeling a
little timid, but too thrilled with the moment to
care about my fears, I kept walking further away
from the house. The sun was shining bright on my
blonde hair and pale skin. I glanced down at my
prepubescent penis jiggling back and forth with
each step; it practically glowed in the sunlight,
confirming my new-found freedom. Still, with no
gasps or giggling from anyone but perhaps myself,
I continued across an open field for a half mile,
until I arrived at a muddy pond where I liked to
catch frogs. I caught a few.
In the distance I saw the mailman performing his
daily ritual of sending a cloud of dust into the
air as he went to and from our house with the
usual junk mail. He couldn't see me; so I just sat
naked on the rocks, protected by the shade of a
cottonwood tree, and watched him drive away. I
felt as though I had just earned a "rite of
passage" by conquering the conformity of clothing.
This was not only freedom, but a personal
statement.
The walk home was as exhilarating as the walk to
the pond. I decided to take the "long" way,
following the tree rows that outline the mile-wide
fields. After a few detours I had casually
streaked around three miles of open fields before
finally reaching the back yard where my bare moon
first met the bright sun just a few hours earlier
-- pure joy for the 12 year old kid that I was.
Since that day, many a summertime has met my naked
flesh. At 12, at 13, 14, and still 15 through 18,
if the weather was warm and I was by myself, and
in the mood, I took long country walks in the
nude. There is no joy quite like it. The last time
I went outside naked was shortly before leaving
for college. Throughout my college years, I
sometimes thought about what it would be like to
not only re-live my moments as a streaking kid,
but to enjoy it with the company of others. No
shame, no fear, and no clothes! |
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