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Episode 10, The Seventies.
As the summer turned to fall and winter the times the six of us were together seemed few compared to summer. Saturday was THE day, if my clothes were coming off it would be then. Many Saturdays that winter were spent at home if my brother was not going out himself. My mother and father both used that night for their friends and often that meant at the bar and home late. Sometimes I would have Dave for a sleep over and never was a word of my nudity spoken around my brother and much to my benefit Dave never told anyone. In addition to that he didn't once ask me to take my clothes off around him, that was more reserved for his sister. The times we would be all together often was a Farrells and again once the parents were gone off came my clothes. No one made much fuss now, everyone was pretty used to me with no clothes on. I take them off without prodding from anyone, but only them, no one else. In fact my brother doesn't even know what is going on and the secret seems safe. I've come to kinda like being naked around them, the girls in particular. To catch someone looking at me, or my cock, is normal and I like it. There is nothing sexual, I don't think of fucking or doing sexual things, have never been made to do anything that way. A boner is not unusual either as the girls will still play with it just to get it hard.
The sixties are behind us now and the seventies are ahead. I'm 11 years old and in grade six.I don't recall anything particularly eventful that winter and as spring came so did playing outdoors. For all the times Dave and I played together, sometimes where no one else was, he never once asked me to take my clothes off. If he had I likely would have done it.
Spring turns to summer and once again the pool is open. We're getting ready to go for the first time that year and I am not sure whether I'll be skinny dipping again until my mother tells me to be sure I bring my bathing suit. She also tells me that I am not to take it off when we go to the woods. I don't know what changed. Last summer she has me walking around naked and this summer I was not to. So off we go, get there, strip down to our bathing suits and the others are somewhat surprised I have a bathing suit on. It isn't long after that we decide to go to the woods and in defiance of my mother I take it off. I just feel so normal being naked around them now and I think the same can be said for them as no one makes much of a fuss anymore.
I was nervous that my mother might come out to the woods to see for herself if I was stripping but she never did and I don't know if she even ever suspected I was still doing it. The difference this year now is that many times us kids are left to ourselves while the mothers go out for the evening and just like over the winter I take my clothes off. So mostly we are just playing around, hanging around or whatever.
The knock on the door sent me scrambling for my clothes, Lynn says not to bother and Karen returns with her friends. It's the girls from last summer, the ones on their bikes. Unknown to me Karen had called them to come over to see. They were in disbelief that I was so casually naked. They were in further disbelief that I would let the girls touch me, play with me, get hard. I spent most of that evening around the four older girls while the rest went off to play. And so it was, another summer.
Next Episode, Coming of Age.
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