The Great Outdoors

During my earliest teenage years, we lived near a canyon, that backed up against our house. I would play in the bushes and trees for hours after school or on the weekends. As I approached 10 and 11, my erection began to interest me greatly, and I would strip and sit naked in a tree or bushes.

I'd be erect, this young teen. I loved the feel of the sun on my naked skin. My body was becoming a complete and unified object, not just a hormone-d jangle of limbs and bruises.

Once I found an old Penthouse magazine and looked at the pictures of the naked women in it, not sure what to do with them. My pubic hair was only beginning to come in as a fine fuzz around my groin.

The feeling of being naked - out in the open - is very sexy.

I think those stirrings, which didn't result in masturbation, have marked the way I feel about nudity, and public exhibition, even if and especially if no one, absolutely no one else is around.

Which no one was.

But I don't think I'd be able to hang as a nudist. Would I really be able to walk around without an erection? Especially with all those natural milf-y comfortable-with-my-body women around? Those cocks? Those limbs and nipples?

I know too much. And the non-smarmy aspect of it makes it more erotic... I'm not talking from much experience. I never went out and was naked with a bunch of other people, not intentionally.

There have been other people in the room when I've been fucking someone. Sorta a drunk last-minute what-the-hell exhibitionism covered up by the dark.

I'm otherwise not sure how to go about it. The naturalism of it, the real people around, seems to be quite a turn-on, much more than mere flashing in public. Which has an illegal thrilling aspect to it. Being outdoors with other naked people is a weird variant on exhibitionism - it's not flashing, exactly. You're not trying to shock or be transgressive.

You're not in the middle of downtown.

More than once, late at night, I've gone outside at midnight into our backyard and stripped naked. I could hear the traffic. My neighbors' windows were open, some still with lights. Those responsible homeowners with kids did not know that the responsible adult next door to them was standing in his yard, naked, slowly playing with himself. Looking at the sky and dark houses.

These sensual experiences have certainly formed some of my responses to being outside, to being seen... even only in my fantasies. This serves as a more recent experiment.

My favorite time to make love with my wife is in the early afternoon, by the window. It's open, and sunny outside, coming in onto our bodies.

We can see out, and of course part of the thrill is thinking someone could see us if they just
looked.

Why keep it hidden, in the dark or behind doors, or under clothes - sex is such a great spectator sport.