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Fondest nudist memory?
Return to DiscussionsWe started out wearing Speedos on the boat when a thunderstorm blew up rather quickly. It was just me and my bf. I found a deserted dock on an island on the river where I tied off, trying to quickly get the cover up and the side curtains zipped in. Only wearing my tight Speedo, soaking wet from the driving storm, when my bf slapped my wet ass so hard that my cock sprang to full attention and tented my wet, tight Speedo.
He was already fully erect and swinging free, over the top of his Speedo waistband. We quickly stripped out of our too small suits and began to kiss, rubbing cocks while the cabin under the curtains became completely steamed up. I worked my way down to his throbbing cock, knobbing his bulging head in my lips ever so softly. Soon finding ourselves 69'ing each other, it wasn't long before we both made creamy, thick-white loads shoot into each others' mouths. I was the cum guzzler and rolled his jizz around in my mouth for a few second before swallowing. He was a spitter, but made him save some and kiss me with my own cum.
Still storming out, we went out into the rain, naked and free, washing the sweat and cum from us. We played in a number of odd places, but this was certainly the most fun spot.
It soon stopped raining. With no one out on the river and out on an island in the middle, we decided to hang naked on the boat and explore the island. Such a fun day, especially since we had creamy sex on the island, too. He was a fun guy!
It was 25 years ago when a good friend suggested we go to a nude beach. I had always been curious to go and he was a great friend to show me how easy it was. After going I was hooked because I love being naked outside. That was back in California at Black Sand Beach in the Marin Headlands. It was a beautiful setting facing south so the beach is usually warm; straight ahead was San Francisco and to the left was the Golden Gate bridge and to the right was the open Pacific Ocean. I must have gone to that beach hundreds of times. But it was the first time initiation that made me even more comfortable with my body and more comfortable being nude outdoors and in general.
I've been to about a dozen of the annual Rainbow Gatherings, countercultural campouts of several thousand people in one or another national forest. Nudity is accepted by the attendees, if not common, and being a naked kind of person, I've been naked as much as is feasible. One year I took up with a group who were organized around cooking massive amounts of food to take to the Main Circle, to feed campers not otherwise affiliated with a camp kitchen. I was helping around the campfire, having been naked all morning, when it came time to carry our pot of soup to Circle - a task that took four people to manage a couple of carrying poles - and not enough of the usual serving crew could be mustered. So my fellow cooks asked me if I would go. Right now. Mentally, I hesitated - did I have time to dress for this? - but physically, I didn't. Just picked up a pole and went, surrendering to what was happening. So I found myself processing naked with our crew into a meadow in which sat a broad circle of perhaps five hundred people, each having brought an empty bowl or cup. As we worked our way around that circle, we ladled soup into each cup in turn. My self-consciousness dissolved because the work took my attention (the stuff was dangerously heavy and hot). And although no words were said, I sensed over and over again that the people we were serving were perhaps surprised but certainly delighted to be served by a naked hippie; I was buoyed by a long series of smiles and sparkling eyes.