What luck finding this oasis in the desert, a site that realises that boys and girls approach adolescence at different ages, even if it is instigated and nurtured quite often by older people, men of course in my case. I am going to take this golden opportunity to lay bare those naughty early years in ongoing chapters and I hope you find them interesting enough to keep following them, comments would be nice so I know sharing them is worthwhile.
Jay, chapter one. For as long as I can remember nudity has never been an issue with me, why?? that's easy as my parents were keen naturists and I was occasionally taken to our club, along with visiting others and had great fun, loving the fact that it did not matter if we youngsters got dirty as we could shower before getting dressed to go home. We did not go nude at home even though one of two only single males allowed to be members was also fairly local to us and as a friend of my mums visited us often and I was also told that we did not talk about naturism to others, not understanding that part but obviously obeyed. My uncle lived a few streets away and as I got older he was happy to let me go naked when I visited him as he had obviously known of my parents hobby from the beginning, and I was again warned to keep it secret between the two of us and I still had no problems with that.
Well I could not say my life was not happily moving on even if it was rather mundane and it was a while before things happened to make changes. Suddenly uncle would suggest now and then that I have a bath even though I did not think that lounging about nude made me that dirty but he did make it fun. I would soak for a few minutes then he stood me up and used a big sponge to lather me down, using his hands though to rinse me all over. I was then dried off with a big fluffy towel and liberally dusted with talc and then it got different as he always used his fingers to part my crack to wipe off the surplus so I would not get itchy, he said. He seemed to spend a lot of time on this and now and again he played with my Pee button and his fingertip slipped into my hole and although I knew he was being very naughty said nothing as
I liked the feeling so much and did not want him to stop doing it.
Obviously being naughty with an adult was super fun but scary and because it was so secret it kind of took the edge of it and I eventually confided it to another girl. We quite often visited a naturist club that was far bigger than ours, had a few more single men members, and I became very friendly with a girl two or three years my senior mainly because she went to ballet lessons and was keen on gymnastics as well so I idolised her from day one, so told her what uncle did to me. She giggled and blushed and for a moment I thought I had done the wrong thing but she quickly admitted that the same thing had been happening to her for quite a while and if I dare we could go to her secret spot and she would guarantee I would see something I had never seen before. I was a little bit scared but nothing would have stopped me going with her and as soon as we were on our own she started to show me how to do the splits properly and the best bit she said was to go into the crab position and that took some doing for me but I got the hang of it, eventually and with a few ballet steps and cartwheels she said that would be enough.
We had been there for only a few minutes when a couple of men appeared but stayed at a distance and we carried on as if we had not noticed them but when they were joined by three others she danced, cart wheeled and eventually went into a crab right in front of them so I did the same. Hands were immediately running over our bodies, fingers at our cracks and buttons and I had two men's fingers deeper in my hole then uncle had done so far. We stood up at last and I saw my first ever stiff cocks before we ran off giggling, crimson red, talking about what we had just done and seen. We visited that club again once a month or so and the same things happened but, as all good things seem come to an end a couple that were taking a walk came across our group and there was an unholy row and we stopped going, also from then on my mother stopped me going to our own club. Although I was devastated it was not all bad as I was then allowed to stay at my uncles on the weekends my parents visited our own club so that they could go for an evening at the pub with the family friend and that meant my own naughty education was obviously going to progress and get even naughtier but I could never have guessed how. Love and kisses from Jay and there will be more later.