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I've seen threads like this posted before, but they've all ended so long ago and I kinda wanted to start it up again, so let's get it!
I grew up in a very conservative family, parents are divorced, and I have one sibling who's my older brother. My mother raised us cause our dad wasn't around but I knew where he was and Ive seen him periodicallly throughout my life. I'm 6'2", 32yo, a muscular 220lbs with an athletic build, and a proud 7".
I'm a 2 on the kinsey scale, always have been as long as I can remember, even before I knew what a Kinsey scale was. No family member would ever dare to even bring up the discussion of sexual activity let alone encourage being comfortable in your own skin. Except for one uncle I have who on very rare occasion will talk about one of his many sexual encounters when it's just us guys. I felt really open to talk to him growing up, but when it came having tha actual "sex talk" and not being ashamed about jerking off or being comfortable in your own skin around other guys, even he couldnt do it and clammed up. So I never got the talk, and stuff that he did mention was not only very rare but also usually very brief, and I rarely had much to say back because that's not how I was raised to talk, especially not to an adult. But just listening for a moment was a breath of fresh air. My mother, brother, other aunts and uncles were all reserved, conservative, and at least a little strict, most of them military veterans. My father was also very reserved, passive, and docile which is why my mother probably married him. He's Nigerian but i dont think Nigerian culture has anything to do with it cause i know so Nigerians who are lewd and open as all get out. So there was a lot of overwhelming influence and pressure for me to remain reserved outweighing the helpful influence of my somewhat understanding uncle. Talk about seriously being sexually repressed. My cousins and I did feel liberation in our ability to discuss whatever when we were alone, but even so, it had to be done in hiding. It didn't change the reserved and repressed lifestyles we were being manipulated to live at home. If I freeballed I'd be reprimanded, if I jacked off or watched porn I'd be shamed, if came out of the bathroom without a towel on I'd be scolded, and if I even commented anything sexual or lewd in human nature I was met with shock, appall, dismay, and a scowl. My mother's caught me doing all of these things at some point btw, some of which I never did again while living in her house.
So, I gave all that backstop to say, I'm a proud skin lover who watches gay porn from time to time and doesn't feel shame strutting naked in the locker room, intentionally flaunting my 3" soft 7" solid cock at the urinals whether it's limp or rock solid; I freeball and sleep naked half the time as I noticed the feeling of liberation sort of wears off after you've had enough time to get complacent and used to it. And I owe it all to all the people I've met along the path of life and the forums threads I've read where I've learned that so many people have had such a different variety of upbringings. There's such a broad spectrum of how we all were raised or the lack there of. I read some of these threads and I envy so many of you guys who had a father (or both parents) who gave you affirmation and encouragement concerning your bodies, how to handle yourself, not being ashamed, afraid, or shy as if you've got something nobody has seen before. It took me till I was 22 yo to truly understand and internalized what I've long known to be true: nobody's special - when we place so much stigma on something so natural it makes it forbidden and causes so many unnecessary and distancing boundaries between us and the people we care about. It's so negative, damaging, and it's ridiculous. I wish someone would have told me to get over myself and what my mother says about it 20 years ago when I was twelve, a whole decade before I actually realized it.
By now I've been a trucker for a few years traveling all over the country and I've never felt more free. I refuse to use a restroom unless I have to s***. So I hop out of my truck and piss in plain view of interstate traffic. Sometimes I even wave at a police officer flying by while doing it. By now I think it's just an unwritten understanding that truckers and cops have that we have to keep moving and they need us to keep America running, we're probably not from the state so we probably won't be back anytime soon, and it's rural country in free 'Merica. So they've never batted an eyelash at my cock out a** out deep piss in broad daylight. It's not so much that I'm trynna show out, that I just don't care any more. But I also flash other truckers and traffic from inside and outside my truck, sometimes drive naked, sometimes I intentionally and out of my truck and walk around with pants falling off, and dont usually wear underwear. And I do it all just to male the statement "that I don't care, and America should stop caring so much too." In my own opinion, arrest for public urination in this country shouldn't even be a thing like it is unless you're doing it in the middle of a busy street or in a place of business or something like that. Sometimes at night I streak on the quiet desolate highways and interstates wearing nothing but a tshirt or hoodie and some sneakers after throwing back a couple beers. I give em a good flash, and many have stopped or double backed at which point I go ahead and give em a good show and blow my load, usually intentionally timing perfectly for when I see more trucks and traffic coming by. So yea, that part probably is to show off and get attention. Maybe the sexual repression growing up has caused me to permanently take things a little too far, lol. Any additional thoughts?
But well, that was a huge tangent. Anywho, since im now a psuedo-nudist/exhibitionist and I plan on raising my kids to be free in their minds to make their own decisions on following my example, my question is: what are some of you all's stories and experiences concerning was nudism acceptable between the males in your childhood home? Was it encouraged or was it just not a big deal? Did you have any memorable experiences with male family members while nude worth sharing whether sexual or not? I never felt like boners and jerking off should be hidden or repressed from other males you're close to. How many others out there actually grew up that way and what was it like? Was it you all's favorite pass time or was it nonchalant? Did friends ever see your dad naked? I'm most interested to hear the stories of guys who had the most intimate bonding experiences and relationships with their male family members whether growing up or as adults.
I grew up in a very conservative family, parents are divorced, and I have one sibling who's my older brother. My mother raised us cause our dad wasn't around but I knew where he was and Ive seen him periodicallly throughout my life. I'm 6'2", 32yo, a muscular 220lbs with an athletic build, and a proud 7".
I'm a 2 on the kinsey scale, always have been as long as I can remember, even before I knew what a Kinsey scale was. No family member would ever dare to even bring up the discussion of sexual activity let alone encourage being comfortable in your own skin. Except for one uncle I have who on very rare occasion will talk about one of his many sexual encounters when it's just us guys. I felt really open to talk to him growing up, but when it came having tha actual "sex talk" and not being ashamed about jerking off or being comfortable in your own skin around other guys, even he couldnt do it and clammed up. So I never got the talk, and stuff that he did mention was not only very rare but also usually very brief, and I rarely had much to say back because that's not how I was raised to talk, especially not to an adult. But just listening for a moment was a breath of fresh air. My mother, brother, other aunts and uncles were all reserved, conservative, and at least a little strict, most of them military veterans. My father was also very reserved, passive, and docile which is why my mother probably married him. He's Nigerian but i dont think Nigerian culture has anything to do with it cause i know so Nigerians who are lewd and open as all get out. So there was a lot of overwhelming influence and pressure for me to remain reserved outweighing the helpful influence of my somewhat understanding uncle. Talk about seriously being sexually repressed. My cousins and I did feel liberation in our ability to discuss whatever when we were alone, but even so, it had to be done in hiding. It didn't change the reserved and repressed lifestyles we were being manipulated to live at home. If I freeballed I'd be reprimanded, if I jacked off or watched porn I'd be shamed, if came out of the bathroom without a towel on I'd be scolded, and if I even commented anything sexual or lewd in human nature I was met with shock, appall, dismay, and a scowl. My mother's caught me doing all of these things at some point btw, some of which I never did again while living in her house.
So, I gave all that backstop to say, I'm a proud skin lover who watches gay porn from time to time and doesn't feel shame strutting naked in the locker room, intentionally flaunting my 3" soft 7" solid cock at the urinals whether it's limp or rock solid; I freeball and sleep naked half the time as I noticed the feeling of liberation sort of wears off after you've had enough time to get complacent and used to it. And I owe it all to all the people I've met along the path of life and the forums threads I've read where I've learned that so many people have had such a different variety of upbringings. There's such a broad spectrum of how we all were raised or the lack there of. I read some of these threads and I envy so many of you guys who had a father (or both parents) who gave you affirmation and encouragement concerning your bodies, how to handle yourself, not being ashamed, afraid, or shy as if you've got something nobody has seen before. It took me till I was 22 yo to truly understand and internalized what I've long known to be true: nobody's special - when we place so much stigma on something so natural it makes it forbidden and causes so many unnecessary and distancing boundaries between us and the people we care about. It's so negative, damaging, and it's ridiculous. I wish someone would have told me to get over myself and what my mother says about it 20 years ago when I was twelve, a whole decade before I actually realized it.
By now I've been a trucker for a few years traveling all over the country and I've never felt more free. I refuse to use a restroom unless I have to s***. So I hop out of my truck and piss in plain view of interstate traffic. Sometimes I even wave at a police officer flying by while doing it. By now I think it's just an unwritten understanding that truckers and cops have that we have to keep moving and they need us to keep America running, we're probably not from the state so we probably won't be back anytime soon, and it's rural country in free 'Merica. So they've never batted an eyelash at my cock out a** out deep piss in broad daylight. It's not so much that I'm trynna show out, that I just don't care any more. But I also flash other truckers and traffic from inside and outside my truck, sometimes drive naked, sometimes I intentionally and out of my truck and walk around with pants falling off, and dont usually wear underwear. And I do it all just to male the statement "that I don't care, and America should stop caring so much too." In my own opinion, arrest for public urination in this country shouldn't even be a thing like it is unless you're doing it in the middle of a busy street or in a place of business or something like that. Sometimes at night I streak on the quiet desolate highways and interstates wearing nothing but a tshirt or hoodie and some sneakers after throwing back a couple beers. I give em a good flash, and many have stopped or double backed at which point I go ahead and give em a good show and blow my load, usually intentionally timing perfectly for when I see more trucks and traffic coming by. So yea, that part probably is to show off and get attention. Maybe the sexual repression growing up has caused me to permanently take things a little too far, lol. Any additional thoughts?
But well, that was a huge tangent. Anywho, since im now a psuedo-nudist/exhibitionist and I plan on raising my kids to be free in their minds to make their own decisions on following my example, my question is: what are some of you all's stories and experiences concerning was nudism acceptable between the males in your childhood home? Was it encouraged or was it just not a big deal? Did you have any memorable experiences with male family members while nude worth sharing whether sexual or not? I never felt like boners and jerking off should be hidden or repressed from other males you're close to. How many others out there actually grew up that way and what was it like? Was it you all's favorite pass time or was it nonchalant? Did friends ever see your dad naked? I'm most interested to hear the stories of guys who had the most intimate bonding experiences and relationships with their male family members whether growing up or as adults.