I’m not making that up. I pretended I could shoot some type of electricity ray from my dick to defeat the bad guys… I was finally captured by my mother and she was quite worried about it. Predicated on that and several other things, I became a very diffident, self-concious child. I would be sure to always be as covered-up as possible. In summer, I never wore shorts, no matter how hot it was, let alone take off my top. I was so unsure about every portion of my body I wouldn’t even go barefoot. I could sometimes be coaxed to go to the beach with my family on vacation, but that required some effort and by the time I was about 10 or so, I stopped. The single time I would be bare (aside from the bath/ shower) was when I would go to sleep. I gradually went from pajamas, to merely pajama bottoms, to underwear and eventually to sleeping nude.
In my late teens and early 20’s, I made an attempt to face my fears. I faced my fear of heights by going rockclimbing and I faced my self-conciousness by going to a nudist resort. It took a bit of looking to locate a resort that would accept a single male in his early 20’s, but I discovered one about a 45 minute or so drive away.
I was rather nervous, my stomach flip-flopping the entire drive over. When I got there, the pools were in light of the parking area. Seeing all those naked people made me both nervous and excited. Shaking, I was able to get undressed and walk around to the pool space. young nudist sex thought there were too many individuals to face simultaneously, so I decided to walk across the grounds a little. As I did, there was an elderly couple that came from the pool and walked along behind me. http://4nspark.net kept thinking “ahh! They’re seeing my bottom!”
and I discovered a seat to sit on. They smiled as the passed, but I was a bit of a crash. I eventually forced myself to visit the pool area and I lay down on my blanket.
I was amazed at the people there, young, old, skinny, buxom. Chiefly I was surprised in the number of teens and kids. I felt rather envious of them and wondered how my life would have been different had I grown up in a nudist family. Would I be more assured? I’d surely have been more willing to visit the shore with my highschool friends, something I ‘d never done and therefore I ‘d missed a lot of enjoyment.
Finally, I got up and walked over to the pool and as I did, a teenaged girl in the family that had been sitting nearby looked at me and smiled. I recall thinking “Oh, no she’s seeing *it*.” But all she did was smile and turn back to her parents.
All in all I stayed only about 2 1/2 or 3 hours, since I had to leave to go to work. But by the time I left, I felt very comfortable. I really didn’t need to leave. I didn’t go again that year, but made sure to go the next.