Joey The Horny Teenage Nudist: How It All Began

My earliest recollection goes back to a weekend when my pretty single mom and I joined two other moms and their children at a lakefront cabin. That’s when I first realized how much I crave nudity, especially exposed nudity. Ms. Daniels’ two pretty teenage daughters were swimming in bikinis while my neighbor friend Caleb and I were in shorts and  t-shirts at the water’s edge. We wanted to swim too. Ms. Johnson suggested her son and I run up to the cabin and change into our shorts. “Why bother?” mom said. “They’re just boys.” The ladies shrugged. “Just get out of those clothes, boys, and jump in,” Ms Daniels said. I stripped first of course, followed by Caleb who less-enthusiastically stripped down to nothing. Wow. It felt great! And I noticed how much I loved the attention our nakedness was getting from teens Joni and Joyce and from the moms as well.

Caleb dressed immediately after toweling off. No one mentioned getting dressed so I stayed naked, enjoying the chiding from Joni, Joyce and the moms about my nudity. Back up at the cabin an hour later I was still naked, still loving it, when mom finally spoke up. “Put some clothes on, honey,” she said, smiling. “We’re about to have dinner.” 

I had great memories of that naked romp but never acted on my nude impulses  over the next couple of years. At least until I discovered the joys of masturbation at 13. I found myself spending more and more time naked and playing with myself when home alone. And loving being naked. Then one Friday night Caleb and I were hanging out by the back entrance to our neighborhood, hanging out behind a giant oak in the field beside the road. I mentioned our nude swim a few years back and nervously admitted how much I enjoyed it. “I could tell,” he laughed. “I didn’t think you were going to get dressed.” Silence. “I wonder what it would be like … you, know?" I said. "To just be naked? Like, not just undressed to shower or change clothes. But just being naked?”

He chuckled again. “Only one way  to find out,” my friend said. “How?” “Take your clothes off,” he said. I gulped. “Here? Now?” “Sure. I won’t tell. In fact I dare ya.” Caleb had never known me to turn down a dare. The moon was full and bright as I stood up. “Here goes,” I said. I took off my shoes, dropped my shorts, then my underwear. Next I pulled off my shirt. I stood before Caleb with my naked body bathed in bright moonlight. A light breeze tickled my 14-year-old balls and bare ass and my 6-inch dick went instinctively to full erection. But we hung out, me naked from head to toe, Caleb in jeans and T-shirt and shoes. Headlights shined our way as a car turned off the main road into the neighborhood. I bolted to get behind the tree. “You looked like Tarzan hunting for his loin cloth,” he joked after the car passed. True enough, I was developing that V shape, broadening shoulders with blonde hair tumbling down, slim waist, tight little round ass, and just a patch of soft brown pubes. Another car turned in. “Go flash ‘em,” Caleb said. “The streaker! I dare ya.” Most folks taking the back entrance were using it for a shortcut and were not our neighbors. My dick was raging, practically begging me to do it.

I quickly dashed to the middle of the road, faced the oncoming headlights and swiveled my hips, causing my hardon to twirl. I turned around, arched my ass out and shook it obscenely at the oncoming driver. Then I rolled forward head first, did a tumble, came up to my feet and ran stark naked for the cover of the tree. I looked back but saw only headlights as the car passed. Whoever it was, the driver gave a couple horn toots – not like anger so much as recognition of my nude antics. My adrenalin was racing. Caleb was convulsing with laughter. “Dude! That was great! You are crazy, Joey!” I couldn’t control myself. I grabbed my hard dick, stroke stroke stroke. He just stared. “Sorry,” I said, breathing heavily. “I cant help it.” “It’s Ok, Joey,” Caleb said, watching just a couple feet away. “Joey the Jerkoff!” he said, laughing. And I stroked a few more times before my knees buckled and I moaned and …. “Damn, Joey, I think you completely coated the oak tree in jerk jizz!” Caleb teased. I got dressed, sheepishly, and we both headed for our homes.

Mom was already home from her date when I walked into the house around 10 o’clock. She was in the kitchen, sipping a beer and she broke into a huge grin when we made eye contact. “Well, hello again,” Mom said, giggling, her green eyes dancing and her auburn hair falling over her shoulders. “Again?” I asked. “Yeah, I just beeped at you and Caleb just a second ago. Didn’t you hear me?” She was trying to stifle a giggle. And I realized I had just flashed my very own mom – butt naked, dancing and shaking my ass and hardon at her. I was speechless, crimson-faced. “Looks like I got treated to two full moons tonight,” she said. More giggles. “I’m gonna have to take the back entrance to the neighborhood more often. Some very interesting sights indeed.”

“Uh, mom, I … um, I’m sorry. Caleb dared me,” I said, trying to shift blame for my actions. “A bare dare, huh?” she said, sipping her beer. “I see.” There was nothing to say. But she did not seem mad at me. “I … um, I’m sorry.” She smiled. “No harm done,” she said. “Boys will be boys. But I would rather you didn’t run in front of cars in your birthday suit. Or even with clothes on. You could get hurt.” I was still speechless, so she changed the subject, telling me her date turned out to be a jerk and she left early. I bowed out and went to my room. Embarrassment engulfed me. No more naked stuff! I vowed. That lasted just a few days. I got home from school, horny, eager to masturbate, eager to undress. The next thing you know I was stark naked in the den, stroking myself to a huge orgasm over my one prized crusty Playboy mag. After shooting my load, I decided not to get dressed.

The trouble with Mom being a realtor in a small town is that often our house is closer than her office, when she is between appointments. The front door swung open and in walked by beautiful mom, dressed in business skirt and blouse and high heels. I was post-orgasm stark naked on the couch.. We made eye contact. Both gasped. I bolted down the hallway to my room with my white ass shining. Catching my breath, I realized my cum-stained Playboy still lay on the couch.  “Sorrrrry!” my  mom called, sympathetic but amused. “I just came home to use the phone. I’ll be gone in a sec.” I didn’t get dressed. Just sat in my room, naked, listening to her on the phone. On her way out, she called, “Have fun. I’ll be home later.” The Playboy was right where I left it, on the couch. My dick was rock hard again. I should have been embarrassed again, but I was so horny after being caught butt naked by mom again that I couldn’t think straight. I jerked off once more. That night she smiled a lot, but made no mention of the afternoon naked incident. 

Two days later, another sunny fall day in the deep south. Mom surely wouldn’t pop in two days in a row. We had a fenced in back yard. I got home from school and stripped naked as soon as I walked in the door: socks and shoes in the kitchen, pants and underwear on the den carpet, shirt tossed on the couch. Naked, at last. Something stirring inside moved me to step naked into our fenced back yard. It felt so good! I was just about to start stroking when, “Yoo-hoo!” a sing-song feminine voice called out. I turned around. There stood mom, again. She wore cutoff jeans and a halter top. Not exactly work attire.. “Having fun, dear?” she said. I stood there helpless, like a clown. A naked clown. “But … I, uh …” Mom laughed and interrupted me. “I took the day off,” she said, laughing. “I’ve been here the whole time. I was in my room. I would have warned you, if you gave me half a chance.” 

She stood at the only way back inside. I was trapped. I walked naked, naked and hard, toward mom. Smiling, she stepped aside to allow her completely head to toe nude son a path inside. She watched as I walked around gathering up my clothes, laughing when I bent over to pick up the shoes and pants, giving her a comical view of my backside with my balls and pecker bobbing beneath my bare ass crack. “Look,” she said, as I gathered my discarded clothing, “It’s no big deal, ya know? If you want to go naked, feel free. It’s just us at home.” I walked naked with an armload of clothing past her to my room. “I don’t mind, ya know?” she called as I closed my door. I cringed with embarrassment, but my dick remained fully erect during my naked clothes gathering in front of mom.

She kept it up at dinner. “I think you just might be a nudist, ya know?” she said. I pretended I didn’t know what a nudist is. “People who don’t like clothing, who prefer being nude,” she said. “Clearly you enjoy nudity. Myself, I feel more comfortable clothed, but you prefer other options obviously.” She winked. I smiled a little. “Anyway, it’s ok with me if you want to go around in your birthday suit, although I’d be careful about your streaker antics in the neighborhood.” I blushed. She smiled. 

I went to bed naked, drifting off and wondering if I had the nerve to do it, to live the dream. Mom said I could be naked. But would I be naked? That was up to me.

I could smell breakfast cooking when I awoke. My dick was raging hard. I started stroking, excited beyond belief at the possibilities this Saturday morning presented. I was close to cumming, so I let go of my hard dick. Don’t cum – then you might chicken out, I told myself. I stood up, looked into the full-length mirror on my bedroom door. I had no clothes on at all. Bare, head to toe. Naked.

I opened the door, stepped — yes, naked — into the hallway. First one foot, then the other. My heart was pounding and I was throbbing as I stepped into the kitchen, where mom stood, already dressed in jeans and a Fleetwood Mac T-shirt, her back to me stirring eggs at the stove. I stepped to within three feet. The moment of truth, the naked boy in the room. Me.

“Good morning, Mom,” I said. She turned around, and gasped slightly at the sight presented her. But she quickly smiled, looking me up and down. “I think I do,” I said meekly. “Think you do what, honey?”

“I think I want to be a nudist,” I said, eyes pleading for approval. It was then that I realized by her expression that mom really didn’t think I would take her up on the invitation to be naked full time at home. But she quickly composed herself.

“Whatever floats your boat, honey,” she said, whimsically.

We made small talk over breakfast, trying act like one of us wasn’t stark naked. When I took the dishes to the dishwasher, precum could be seen shimmering on my hard shaft. Mom smiled as she stared at it shamelessly.

“Do you need to take care of that?” she said, making a curled fist and shaking it as she winked.

I needed relief so bad. “You don’t mind?” She giggled. “Not at all,” she said, “you go right ahead and take care of business.”

After putting the dishes away, I stood there and reached down to my hard shaft. I could not believe I was actually standing naked in front of my mom and masturbating.  The naughtiness of the act, the exposure, got me so hot, I thought back to Friday night at the oak tree – me naked and fucking myself silly in front of fully-clothed Caleb. Now I’m naked and beating off in front of my clothed mom. I loved it. Exhibitionist heaven. I just stroked and moaned.

“Uh, dear?” Mom said.

I came out of my reverie, looking at her. She had a curious look on her face.

“When I said you could masturbate, I assumed you would want to go to your room and do that.”

We made eye contact. “Sorry, I … “ and I let fly with a massive gusher – thick white ropes of teen dick cum flying across the room. A thick splash across the table, three more streaking the floor below us. I sat in the chair next to mom, catching my breath. “Better?” she asked, smiling but sarcastically.

I just nodded and gave her a goofy grin. 

“Well, you're sure not bashful,” she said, playfully.

I said I would go to my room to do that from now on. She said that might be best.

It was so nice to be naked around the house, and the back yard. For the rest of the day. On the three occasions I did retreat to my room that day for release, I made a point of letting mom know. I stood before her, looked down at my hardon and back up to her. “Well, I’m going to go to my room now,” I told her the first time. “Uh, I’ll be back.”

“Again?” she said. “Ok, enjoy then.”

The third time I told her I was going to my room, she let out a hearty chuckle.

“What? Are you going for the record?” And she gave me the curled fist sign I was beginning to like so much.

That night we sat on the couch after dinner watching TV. Me in my birthday suit, mom in cutoff and halter top. But the networks weren't making things easy for me, showing Charlie’s Angels. With the sexy moves of the three lady detectives, my pecker was at full boner in no time. Then when a commercial advertising the show One Day at Time featured beautiful teen Valerie Bertanelli, I was downright squirming. My condition did not go unnoticed. Mom left the room. When she returned to the room, she gave me a sympathetic smile. She sat back down, then handed me a paper towel.

“Go ahead,” she said. “I know you need to. It’s ok. Just aim straight.” Curled fist and an encouraging wink.

For the rest of the hour, I stroked myself silly to the sexy angels as mom kept her gaze between the show and her naked horny son. Her comments: “You’re really good at that. Must be all the practice” “Hey, masturbation is good for you and it sure beats catching something out there or getting a girl in trouble.” "The hand will never say no."

At the end of the show, I scooted off of the couch and dropped to my knees on the den floor, placing the napkins under my bare legs and bouncing balls. I soaked the napkin.

She looked down on her naughty naked boy. “You say you're a nudist, but think I’ve got a little exhibitionist on my hands,” she said. I didn’t argue, just smiled.

And so began the adventures of Joey the horny teenage nudist.