I didn’t become a nudist by myself because my parents took me to Sunsports Garden from a young age. Sunsports is a family nudist resort in southern Florida that has been around long before I was born in 1997. Every spring and summer from my earliest memory we would go there. As soon as we were settled into our cabin I would get naked and start pleading with my parents to take me to the swimming pool. All I had to wear were my flip flops and safety float.
There were other kids, especially on weekends, when many families came to camp. Rarely at home in Jacksonville did I get to be naked except in the bathroom. We had a pool but it wasn’t private. Mom would let me and my sister, Beth, be naked in the pool in the evening when she was with us. Dad made it very clear that we should never swim unless he or Mom were home and knew we were swimming. I liked being naked in our pool but that was possible only half of the year in Jacksonville.
At Sunsport we had to be naked because that was the rule.“Being Naked Expected” which was posted on the wall of the office. My parents never explained why we were the only family in our neighborhood who went to Sunsport. They told my sister and me not to tell our friends about Sunsport except to tell them it was a resort near West Palm Beach. For reasons that were never explained we stopped going to Sunsport when I about was eight years old. My parents excuse was they wanted the family to go other places. Only a couple of resorts allowed us to be naked but that was around the pool.
I had few opportunities to be naked with my friends when I was young. My best friend, Bob, came to stay overnight for the first time when I was about six years old. It was warm enough to swim but since it was daytime we had wear our swim suits. After a while Mom told us to get out and get dressed for dinner. Bob and I went into the bathroom that I shared with my sister. We closed the door and stripped off our wet suits. Bob said, “I’ve got to poop.”
Politely I said, “I’ll leave.”
He said, “Stay and I’ll show you what my poop looks like.” I watched as he climbed on the stool. His face showed him strain to get what was inside him out. I heard the plop and he got off to look. “See it looks like a torpedo. Why don’t you try and hit my poop?” I had never pooped with someone. Naked I climbed on the stool and pushed as hard as I could but only a small turd came out.
He laughed, “Too small.” We proceeded to get into the shower together and wash not only our behinds but out little dicks which both got hard. Mom called for us to hurry up. After dinner I begged her to let Bob and I swim. She was the only one home and agreed to let us swim for a little while before we went to bed.
As we were undressing I said, “At night we swim naked.”
Surprised Bob said, “You swim naked?”
Without answering I wrapped a towel around myself and waited for him to do the same. He didn’t say anything but followed me. We played for half and hour before Mom made us get out and get ready for bed. That was the first of many occasions when Bob slept over or I slept at his house. When we slept at my house he slept in the twin bed across from mine. But when we were at his house we slept in the same bed.
I don’t remember why or how it happened but when we were about eight I was sleeping at his house. We were playing Nintendo for a while when I had to pee. He followed me into the bathroom and we peed together. When we finished I was pulling my underpants up when he reached over and took my stiff weenie in his hand. His cool hand surprised me but I liked it. I reached over and took his weenie and we held each other. When we got in his bed we continued our game he said, “Let’s get naked and play.” I thought he meant play Nintendo but he mean he wanted to wrestle me. We rolled around in his bed until his mother called for us to settle down but didn’t come in to check on us. We did quiet down but never dressed and slept side by side naked. I loved to hear his soft breathing as he slept. I don’t think my weenie returned to normal the whole night.
That was the last time we slept together because my dad got a new job in Orlando so we moved. My parents bought a house with a completely private pool enclosure and I was really happy. By now, my sister, Beth, who was three years older than me, refused to swim naked and my parents never forced her. I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t swim naked since I had seen her naked since we were little when we took baths together.
Before we moved into the Orlando house in August we went on a two week vacation to visit Washington, DC and Philadelphia. On the way we stayed at a large family nudist resort called White Tail Resort. Perhaps two hundred people of all sizes and shapes were walking around when we arrived. We checked into a large cabin with two queen size beds on one side and a kitchenette on the other. Mom told us that Beth and me would be sleeping in the same bed which did not make her happy. It was fine with me. I was disappointed when mom told me I had to wear underpants to sleep. I didn’t think that was fair since mom and dad slept naked as they usually did at home.
I quickly got naked and was ready to walk to the gigantic pool. There were only a few boys my age but I quickly made friends with twins, Jake and Jack, and an Asian boy naked Chi. I noticed that Chi was sprouting some black hairs around his dick. I didn’t say anything until Jake pointed it out. Chi, in an unembarrassed way, said, “Yeah, you should see my brothers they have full black bushes so I presume I will too. You guys will get hair when you get puberty. Just wait.”
I had heard about puberty and didn’t know what it was. What Chi said was my introduction to how a boy changes as he goes into his teenage years. I had a great time at White Tails because Mom didn’t insist that I come to bed at a certain time. The four of us and Chi’s two older brothers made up our volleyball teams. Chi was correct in that his brothers both had black hair not only around their dicks but in their arm pits. I wondered when I would begin to change. I was sad when we had to leave and continue on our trip. By the time we were back in Florida it was time to start middle school. I liked our new house and especially liked the pool. In early September Mom and Dad had a party. Some of the people I recognized from Sunsport and another resort called Paradise Lakes which we visited once or twice.
Mom told Beth and me that there would not be any young people but if we wanted to we could be naked and join the party. Beth immediately said she wasn’t interested. I told Mom and I would wait and see. It turned out that in order to get my burger and chips I had to go onto the pool deck. I was somewhat self-concious but my hunger overcame my shyness. I addressed a man I remember meeting his family in Sunsport. He invited me and Beth to come to their house and swim sometime with his two boys. His two sons, Mike and Ray, were older than me by two and four years. I told him I would be happy to come over but it didn’t happen.
I really liked middle school because we got to move from room to room for different subjects. In my math class was an Asian guy who reminded me of Chi. When I was walking from math to social studies with Mùchén, who I called Mick, I said, “I met a guy who looks a lot like you this summer at a family resort in Virginia.”
He looked at me and snapped, “So you think all Asians look alike!”
I could tell he was offended, “No, no, I mean you really look like my friend Chi.”
“You must have been with him at that nudist camp they go to in Virginia.”
“Yes, but no one knows my family are nudists.”
“Well, I know about Chi’s family. My father was in the military with his father. I don’t know how my father found out they were nudist but I know he doesn’t appprove.”
I smiled, “I had so much fun playing volleyball with Chi, his two brothers and two guys who were twins.”’
“Naked volleyball?”
“Naked swimming, volleyball even naked Uno.” We entered the social studies room and he went to his seat and didn’t say anything further. I was immediately concerned that my secret about being a nudist would become known.
The next day, Melanie, a girl in my math class who I detested, said in a mean way, “Yeah, nudie.” I knew if she knew she would tell everyone. I began to feel that everyone was looking at me differently. I felt I had to do something because I wasn’t going to be bullied for something I liked. I talked to my Mom about what had happened.
She said, “Do you want me to speak to the principal?”
“No, but I have an idea. We have an assignment to do a report for social studies about a trend. What if I talk about our family experiences at Sunsport and White Tail and tell about the fun I have had?”
I could tell she was skeptical. She said she would talk to my father. The following day she suggested that I speak to my teacher, Mr. Fletcher. She suggested that I tell him I was being bullied because my family enjoys social nudism. Tell him you want to do a report. See what he says.”
After the next social studies class I waited until the other kids had left and approached Mr. Fletcher. He looked up from his desk, “Mark, what can I do for you?”
I said, “Mr. Fletcher, I need to talk to your about the subject of my report. I think I don’t have time right now because I have to go to lunch.”
“Sure, I’ll be here after school for about thirty minutes. Is that enough time?”
“I will be here immediately after school.”
I was at his door as soon as I could get there after the final bell. He was talking to two other teachers but waived for me to come in. I waited impatiently for what seemed like hours but the delay was only minutes. When the other two teachers left I approached his desk. “Mr. Fletcher, I…”
“Mark, I understand from Mr. Packston that you are being bullied.”
“Yes, a little, and that is the reason I wanted to speak to you about the subject of my report.” Without speaking he motioned for me to continue. “OK, my family has been nudists as long as I have been alive. We love being with people who like to be naked. Some kids, and maybe even you, think that’s werid.” He didn’t say anything. I continued, “I would like to do my report on my family’s experiences as nudists. Would you let me do it?”
He didn’t speak immediately but smiled, “Sure, but I suggest you give me the report before you speak in front of the class.” I agreed. With the help of mother I developed my report that gave statistics about nude recreation and nude family activities. I described our time at Sunsport and White Tail and I included that we swam naked at home.
Two weeks later, before the report was due, I met with Mr. Fletcher. He listened quietly and agreed with the content but said he was sure there would be some sniggering and laughing. I understood. Mother suggested that I show a picture of me and Bob naked. Mr. Fletcher said he had to think about that. He agreed and my report included the blurry, old picture of us on the screen. There was quiet until that obnoxious girl, Melanie, snickered. Mr. Fletcher glared at her. Silence resumed so I continued. I assumed I had done the right thing because when we were leaving class Mick came up to me and told me how brave I was.
I heard a few comments behind my back but they didn’t bother me. Mick and I became friends and we hung together through the rest of the school year. Even though I invited him over to swim he never wanted to. However, I got a surprise one afternoon when I got home from school.
My father was mowing the little lawn around the pool. He was naked as usual. He called to me, “Mark, come over here.” I walked his direction and he silenced the mower. “I want you to know we are having guests for cocktails about five.” I waited for him to tell me who was coming. “You know them. Mr. Fletcher, your teacher and his partner are stopping by.”
I said,“You’ve got to get dressed its almost five.”
“Don’t worry son they’re coming for naked cocktails. Apparently, they have a group that regularly gets together for cocktails. You can join us but I suggest you be naked, too.” I wasn’t sure I could be naked in front of one of my teachers. I walked slowly to my room considering what he said. I heard the doorbell but hadn’t decided whether I was coming out. Dad knocked on my door, “Mark, they’re here. Join us in the pool.” I knew I had to go.
When I walked on the pool deck the three men were in the pool with plastic glasses in their hands. Mr. Fletcher said looking at me, “Jeremy, meet Mark who I told you about his report.” Jeremy smiled. Mr. Fletcher said, “Mark get in and come talk to us.” I was feeling more comfortable because I liked Mr. Fletcher, who was taller than his partner, and had dark hair and close cut beard like my dads. His partner, on the other hand, was shorter and muscular without facial hair.
When I stood next to them my father suddenly caught hold of me and tossed me in the air. I came down splashing the men. After I stood up again Mr. Fletcher said, “Mark, I want you to meet my husband, Jeremy House. He the assistant principal at the high school. I know you’re probably surprised to see us but I wanted Jeremy to meet the bravest young fellow I have met while teaching.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well. Not all the teachers at Brentwood Middle School agree or even understand nudism. Those I spoke with agree that you tackled what could have been a harmful bullying situation in a brave, creative way. Have you been bullied since?”
“No, not really. I hear ‘nudie’ behind my back occasionally. It doesn’t bother me. I hope, at least, the students in my class understand nudism.”
“Mr. Fletcher can I ask you a question?”
“Sure, ask away.”
“If you and Mr. House are married do you get bothered when other people don’t agree that two men should marry each other.”
“Mark, that is a really mature question. You are right some people don’t agree but Jeremy and I are a gay couple. Our school district leadership knows. Openness is the way we want it. They don’t need to know that we also love being naked with other gay men. We go to a resort called Sawmill which is just for gay people not too far from here. Being naked around the pool is expected.
Mother came out to announce dinner poolside. The men and me stayed undressed sitting on towels. Mother served a large grilled tuna salad for us to share. She was wearing one of the many multi-colored wraps that she keeps handy. When I went into the kitchen to get a glass of milk Beth was sitting at the breakfast bar eating her dinner. She snarled, “None of my teachers would be naked with their students.” I choose not to reply.
All the month of May I practiced daily with a diving coach who seemed to think I had potential as a diver. I liked diving and often saw Mr. Fletcher and Mr. House swimming laps in the early morning. I tried to be in the locker room when they came in to change. I liked looking at their bodies and had to be sure they didn’t see me if my dick got hard.
After their swim they spoke to my diving coach who was the diving coach for the high school. The swim coach seemed to treat me differently after Mr. Fletcher told him what I had done. During that month Mom and Dad had two different groups of nudist over for cocktails and a potluck dinner.
By the time the school year was over I was approaching my twelfth birthday. My parents had decided to send me to a boys camp on the outer banks of North Carolina for a month starting after July 4th. About the same time Beth announced that she was traveling with our grandmother to France and Spain. I had no interest even though I thought she was trying to make me jealous.
Mom and dad drove us to the Villages where they left Beth with Grandmother James, mom’s mother with her husband, who wasn’t Mom’s father. I was happy Beth was out of site. We drove on and stayed overnight at Whispering Pines Resort. Because it was Saturday night there was a big dance where everyone was invited. There were only a few kids my age but there were several teenage couples dancing. I wondered if Beth would look like the girls who were there.
We stayed until early Sunday morning which was the day I was supposed to arrive at the camp. The camp was not near any of the other North Carolina boys camps because most were all located in western North Carolina. My parents and I choose my camp because it had been recommended by the manager of Whispering Pines when we visited last summer. When we arrived I could see it was a small camp and the few buildings that looked new. I could see the swimming pool and an open pavillion which I assumed was a meeting place. I saw only a few boys and I was getting concerned that Dad had made the wrong decision about this camp.
He convinced me to come to this camp because the campers took many special trips. He mentioned one which was going to the ocean to learn to surf. He said they also had a week long outing for older boys into the mountains of north Georgia. I was quiet as Dad stopped the car. No one came out to greet us. I was anxious. Finally, as we walked toward the building marked ‘Registration’ an older man came out. He said, “This must be Mark. Welcome. You’re the first family to arrive you must have stayed close by.” Dad acknowledged that we had driven from Whispering Pines Resort.
The man said, “I know it’s a really nice place. That is one of the trips we have planned is for boys twelve and over. Mark, do you think you would like to go?”
“I would. They have a beautiful pool.”
The man continued, “They have a group camping area away from the main campground. We’re planning an indigenous people educational outing in that campground.” The more he talked the more excited I became. He introduced us to a young guy with long blond hair and several tattoos named Nathan. Nathan indicated that I should get my things from the car and follow him to my cabin.
The older fellow had turned his attention to several other families that had arrived. I could see boys my age and younger. Mom, Dad and I followed Nathan. When we came to the first building Nathan said, “Mark, this is the latrine you will use.” We didn’t go in and walked on to the furthest of six similar cabins. Once inside Nathan said, “You’re here first so you get to pick which bunk you want, upper or lower. I chose the lower bunk closest to the door for no particular reason.
Mom and Dad stayed about an hour before driving off. Mom insisted I write to her and tell her how things were going. I said I would. I stood with Nathan as they left. Two boys, obviously brothers, who looked alike came into the cabin. One guy was my age and his brother was younger. Nathan introduced himself to the boys and we shook hands.