Making a New Friend "Prequel"

If you read my new story this is the old one that it is referring to.

You can say it all started when I was 10 years old. I was a weird kid. Always doing the things others kids weren’t doing and I never gave it much attention. To me as long as I felt happy doing what I was doing now I was content. Most people when they would get changed, take a shower, or sleep would make an effort to be naked for as short of a time as possible. Never allowing their body to breathe. But me I wasn’t like that. I slept naked, stayed naked for a little bit longer than normal when changing, and didn’t mind drying my hair with my only towel while on the way to my room.

I remember one day in school I casually brought this up to a friend of mine and he looked perplexed. He said, “what are you some kind of nudist.” I had never heard of that word before. He told me what it was. It made my little neurons burst faster than ever before. When I got home that day I went on my laptop and did some research. I wanted to truly know what nudist were. And I was shocked. I saw men and women naked by the pool. Store clerks stocking shelves with nothing in but an apron, and most importantly I saw a kid my age, relaxing in his birthday suit on a hammock. I was shocked. Looking at all these people I felt a sense of passion. I wanted to be just like them. I wanted to be naked, enjoying the breeze on every square inch of my body. I wanted to come home from school and kick everything off before I even made it up the stairs. I wanted to breathe finally. I knew from that day on I wanted to be a nudist.

But being a sneaky home nudist got dull. Sure enjoying the time being nude in my bedroom and around the house when my family was gone was rejuvenating, but my body craved for something more. It craved for the outside, to take my spirits to the next level. I decided to take advantage of the summer and go on a naked adventure. I had it all planned out

I would wait for my parents to go to sleep and make my way to the side of my house where I had my bike. I’ll bike to the local park which was just down the street from my house, then I can be free. Some of you might be wondering why I didn’t just go naked in my backyard and the reason is simple. My parents had motion light all around the house, expect on the left side where my bike was. I had a 0% chance of getting caught by them if I left that way. Plus being that I lived in a small town I never had to worry about passing cars or people making midnight strolls through the already infrequently visited park. After a few nights where I chickened out I finally made the trip there. At first I just walked around the park normally, just to get a lay of the land. But eventually I had built up the courage to strip it all off. First my shirt, pants, socks, then underwear.

The first thing I noticed was the breeze. I never felt something like it before. It was warm and windy that night making it a perfect massage for my body. I spent that night doing what any kid would normally do at the park; climbing trees, going down the slide, taking a dip in the lake. Everything. That wasn’t the last time I went to the park and if it wasn’t for this encounter this story would’ve never seen the light of day.

After about 2 weeks of going out almost every night I decided that I was going to be bolder. Because I took the back roads to the park and had never seen a car in sight out of all the times I went there, I decided to not bring my clothes with me to the park anymore. I would get naked in my house then slip through the back door, then ride my bike to the park and do my thing. The bike ride was even more amazing than the park itself. Something about peddling down the street fully nude and feeling that breeze again was amazing.

It happened when I was sitting on a bench hanging out watching the stars in the sky. Then I hear a voice

“Hey.” The voice said calmly

I turned to see another kid walking towards me. My first instinct was to book it to my bike but he was standing in between me and the bike.

“Hey what’s up” I replied

“Nothing just hanging out what are you up to” he said

He came up to me and sat on the opposite side of the bench

“Oh you know just chilling, enjoying the nighttime breeze.”

He chuckled and started drinking the soda he had with him. I was confused. Why isn’t he scolding me, or asking me a million questions, or just straight up freaking out? That’s when I realized he didn’t even know I was naked. Because this bench was so far away from a street light and the trees blocked most of the moonlight, you could barely tell what was in front of you. Also it’s not like you’re expecting a random 11 year old to be naked at night on a park bench. Still I wanted to leave to make the chances of him noticing 0. I got up from the bench and started to walk towards a tree to lean on to finish our conversation. But then he asked

“Wait what are you wearing?”

“What do you mean?” I replied

“Are… Are you naked?” He asked confused

I froze for about a second. He must’ve notice my butt crack and my private parts when I got up.

“I’m wearing… leggings and I’m shirtless.” I said with absolutely 0 confidence

He stood up from the bench and took 2 steps towards me, “You are naked. Why are you naked?”

At this point I was too scared to run away. I went on about how I’m a nudist and this is what nudist do and the breeze and freedom and anything that I could say to make him not think I was some deranged psychopath. After telling him I was totally expecting him to idk call the police or chase me out of the park. But he didn’t do any of that he just said, “oh ok that makes sense”

Immediately the rush of relief poured into me and I remember moving my hands away from my penis knowing that I didn’t have to hide myself anymore. He told that he didn’t care he just wanted to make sure I was ok. Just by looking at him you can tell he was the unemotional goth type who probably had his own problems to deal with. We both sat back down and continued our conversation from before, this time me not being squeezed in the edge of the bench to avoid being seen. We talk for a while about basic life stuff. Where we went to school, our favorite videogames, etc. I found out he was only a couple years older than me. We spent about 20 minutes talking about other things before he brought up me being naked again.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“No it’s a perfect summer night. The breeze is what makes it all worth it.”

After I said that he suggested we go for a walk so I can feel that breeze I was talking about. And we did. We walked for a few miles and he just kept picking my brain about this whole nudist thing. Why I like doing it? Is it awkward sometimes? Where else have I gone naked? He didn’t ask these questions in a confrontational tone, he asked it like he wanted to know everything about me. It was a great walk and talk. Eventually the night was starting to set and I had to make it back home. Funnily enough he asked me where my clothes were and when I told him I didn’t have any his face got red.

That wasn’t the last time I saw him. He gave me his number so we can play videogames together. That wasn’t even the last time we met up in that park. And eventually I was able to get him to join me, but that’s a story for another day.