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                             "MY LIFE COMING OUT"
                                (a true story.)
                                      by
                               - "THE NUDIST" -

                    Written for "TWO'S COMPANY" BBS users.
       (C) The Nudist and TWO'S COMPANY BBS, Memphis, TN  [phone].
  Permission Granted to reproduce freely granted that all Credits left intact.


THE NUDIST.  I guess I've always been a exhibitionist of sorts.  Even as a
little child I used to parade around the house "in the buff" after my bath.
Mom used to think that it was cute.  If she only knew about me now.

AN EXHIBITIONIST.  Not only am I an exhibitionist, I am a lover of the sun
as well.  I dearly love to go out during a warm day and just soak up the
sun's rays with my naked body.  I started doing that in high school...first
in the back yard in am obscure corner where I couldn't be seen, then at a
local lake in an old abandoned gravel pit.  There used to be a number of us
that went to the lake to skinney-dip and lay in the sun.  Most of the
others quit after a while, but I always enjoyed it.  You see, the beauty of
it was the lake was on private property.  Everyone who came there was
technically trespassing, and they knew it.  Therefore, you could reallydo
just about anything that you wanted right there in the open daylight, since
no one was about to admit that they were back there.  You didn't have to
worry about the cops, since they would never come on the land unless the
owner contacted them, and no one even really remembers who the owner is
anymore.  Skinney-Dipping.  Sunbathing Nude.  Truth-or-Dare.  Ahh, yes,
Truth-or-Dare.  That was fun in my younger years, too.  I would do almost
ANYTHING on a dare, as long as it meant getting naked and included the
chance of being seen.

JIMMY.  Jimmy was my BEST friend when it came to Truth-or-Dare.  Jimmy and
I used to spend time behind the high school several times a week.  We would
wait until they were watering the football field, and we would lay out nude
on the top of the press booth at the field.  When no one was around (this
was a popular place for people to come walk on the track, play frisbee on
the field, etc.) we would creep down to the field and wet ourselves down by
running across the field through the sprinkler, watching all the time for
any approaching cars in case we needed to run back to the booth and get our
clothes.  Then we would sometimes go skinney-dipping in the creek that ran
behind the field, until the creek began to dry up.  Then one day we found
that the football lockerroon had been left unlocked.  Heaven.  We went in
and looked around inside this place we had never been allowed to see
before.  There were the standard lockers and benches, showers, and the
weightlifting room.  We could just dream of the nearly-naked jocks pumping
iron and working up a nice sweat, muscles bulging, and the smell of their
masculinity.  You see, I knew that a couple of the football players were
exhibitionists, too, so I could imagine them there working out and getting
off on being almost totally naked in full view of other people.

THE SHOWER ROOM.  The shower room was a turn-on for me, not because of
anything special about it, but because I was dreaming of the naked men that
came here to caress the dirt and sweat from their tired bodies beneath the
warm water and soap.  I dreamed of being able to come in unnoticed and
watch them as they stripped and went in for the shower...a nice, long
shower.  Oh, but to be that bar of soap!  Just off of the shower room and
weight room there was a whirlpool.  Jimmy and I wondered what it must feel
like to be in that whirlpool and feel the warm jets caressing every part of
our naked bodies.  I went to the door, checked around outside, and then
stepped back in and locked the door.  Jimmy and I turned on the whirlpool
and stepped in.  It was wonderful being in there together.  The warm jets
caressed our naked bodies, whirling by our nut-sacks and caressing us with
strong, yet gentle rhythm.  We were both hard instantly.  We stroked each
other's cocks and fondled one another, but neither of us wanted to come.
We were enjoying the feeling too much.

MICHAEL.  Michael and I were best friends from ninth grade on through
college.  Michael and I went started out spending the night together just
like any other friends would and do every day.  We would sometimes camp out
in the back yard with a large tent that his father had bought.  We really
enjoyed camping out in the yard, and we would set up the tent, put our bags
radio, and light in the tent, and then strip off our clothes and spend the
night just talking, joking, and horseplaying.  Nothing really sexual about
it...at first.  Then we decided to "sneak out" one night about one A.M.  We
basically just roamed the streets when we snuck out, and tacked several
rounds of Truth-or-Dare onto the event.  "I dare you to take off your
clothes and play with yourself right here."  "I dare you to take off all
your clothes and run across that parking lot."  We finally worked up to, "I
dare you to sneak out nude and not take any clothes with you."  One night
we climbed the fence of the public pool and went skinney-dipping there.
That was really fun, and we enjoyed that on several more occasions after
that night.  As we grew older, Michael and I went out of town camping a
lot.  We would find a somewhat secluded place in a park and stay naked for
almost the entirety of three days.  We would even drive to the store
outside of the park nude, and put our shorts on as we were about to get out
of the car.

SAD.  The really sad thing about Michael is that we never really fully
discovered ourselves sexually while we were friends.  We were both gay, but
neither of us had admitted it to ourselves fully.  We just knew that it
felt good to have another man play with our cocks and get us off.  That's
the sad part, we never fully explored our friendship sexually.

IN COLLEGE.  In college I was scared the first semester.  I was afraid at
first to roam the halls naked going to the bathroom.  I was afraid to do
some of those things that I enjoyed so much at home.  But I got over that
quickly.  As I say, I enjoy my nakedness.  I enjoyed getting up in the
morning and walking naked to the bathroom for a shower and shave.  the Guys
in my "suite" knew not to bring their girlfriends in and out a lot during
"non-visitation hours", since I was apt to be seen either early in the
morning or late at night.  I enjoyed living with other men in the dormitory
and having the public bathroom.  My last dorm did not have communal
showers, but four rooms shared one large bathroom.  It was nice seeing a
hunk man that you were friends with get out of the shower in the morning
and start chatting with you.  I only wish that I had the nerve to somehow,
someway let some people close to me know how I felt.  It's for sure I
wouldn't have been bored...our university was full of hunk men.  At least
in my Sophomore through Senior years there were a number of men who laid
out back behind the dorm, and I could go there and "man watch" while
enjoying the rays of the sun.  Unfortunately, the place was too public to
lay out nude, except for the boys that occasionally climbed up on the
R.O.T.C. rapelling tower and tanned in the nude.  I had to be content to
find my skimpiest pair of bikini briefs and tan in them like a couple of
the other boys did.  The campus police didn't seem real thrilled about boys
laying out in their bikini underwear, but nothing was ever said. I later
discovered a more private area close by where I could lay out in the buff.

FLAGPOLE FLOP.  In my later years at the University, I often wished that I
had been in a different dorm my Freshman year.  You see, one of the dorms
had a tradition that had been handed down over the years since it was
built.  Every year, during the week of the anniversary of the dorm, the
boys would hold a "flagpole flop" contest.  Everybody knew what week it was
in, but the night was kept as secret as possible.  The contest was like
this - The night of the contest, the boys would put on face paint, paint
their chest, a knit cap, whatever they wanted to in order to disguise their
identity if they wished to do so.  They would then meet in the lobby of the
dorm at about eleven P.M., nude except for their shoes.  No underwear, no
jockstraps, nothing.  They would then line up outside of the dorm and await
the signal to start.  Upon the signal they would run down the street, one
of the main streets of the campus, and run to the center of the drill field
to the flagpole.  This course was a little over a thrid of a mile each way.
At the drill field, they usually had an audience waiting that ranged from
75-125 people waiting with water ballons, depending on who put the word
out.  The contestants would run to the flagpole, where girls from one of
the freshman dorms would mark their hands with a special marker to show
that they had reached the flagpole.  As many as 50 people usually entered
the event.  The object?  The object was to be the first, or the last, to
make it back to the dorm.  The first and the last were awarded a cash
prize.  The reason?  Well, they figured that the first person to make it
back was the quickest, and they awarded the prize to the last person in
order to make the contest interesting.  After all, if you got a prise for
being last, it meant that the boys would stay out longer in order to try to
get the money if they knew that they weren't the first one back in.  Boys
would run around in the shadows on campus for quite a while trying to be
the last one back in.  This contest was held in October, so eventually the
cold would force them all back in.  The last year that they held the
flagpole flop, an extra "contestant" showed up on the drill field that
wasn't a resident of the dorm.  No one ever figured out who it was, but it
must have been another exhibitionist similar to myself.  Wish I had thought
of "entering" the contest that way.  I would have enjoyed the thrill of it,
even though I could not have won the money.  That contest has now been
discontinued to the best of my knowledge.  The Campus Police turned their
backs for years and years, but the event got too big the last year
(complete with beer coolers and radios the spectators who got there early
brought), and the dormitory was asked to discontinue the tradition.  What a
shame.  Some of those boys were REALLY cute naked.

TANNING SALON.  When I started working at the tanning salon, there were a
number of encounters with "suspect" boys, but I wasn't yet ready to come
out of the closet, especially since one of the people that I worked with
was openly gay, and I wasn't the least bit interested in being hit on again
by him.  It had taken me almost a month to get it through all of his
friends heads that I was not interested in them, and I didn't want to lose
that security.  I did see some nice ass while I worked, there, however, and
I'll assure you that a few people got a good close look at me.  You see, I
was confident of myself by this point,  I just didn't know exactly how I
felt about a relationship with another man.  I did know that I liked them
better.  I never locked my door when tanning, and I would often close up
with the last customer if it was a cute boy and tan.  I would tan longer
than them, and when they knocked on the door  saying they were finished, I
would be there, naked.  Of course, I had a pleasant surprise or two as
well, but that's another story.

REAL SEX.   I stayed a "virgin" all the way through college.  I did have a
"girlfriend" the last year, but we never went all the way to having
intercourse or serious sex.  I went down just over two years ago to visit
her at her Mom's house.  Her Mom's house was small, so she had
"volunteered" for us and gotten us a motel room without my knowledge before
I got there.  This was the night that I would have "real sex."  the
opportunity was there, and I never had tried it, so what the Hell...
I didn't like it.  I still love her as a very close friend, but that was
the night that I knew for certain that I would never be straight.

TWO YEARS. The week after that, about two years ago (this week as a matter
of fact), I met my lover.  I met him with the shared knowledge that we were
both gay, and that is when I really began the process of "coming out."  I
was still a virgin at that point except for the times that my friends and I
had jerked or sucked one another off.  I dated one other person for a brief
time after I met my lover, but found that my lover was the person that I
needed in my life.  While I'm still the exhibitionist that I've described
in the above paragraphs, I now have something greater, something more.  I
have a man with which I can share my life, and with whom I can give myself
totally.

MY LIFE COMING OUT.  That's my life in a nutshell as far as coming out.
Oh, my old girlfriend?  She's still very close to me, and there's nothing
that I wouldn't do for her.  She knows about my lover, and they've become
pretty close friends as well.  Besides,  now she's uninhibited...she can
ask all those questions about what men like, and she can have "girl-to-
girl" talks with me.  "Man Watching?"  Oh, yes, we still man watch and
enjoy seeing and being seen by hot hunks..  So if you see two men cycling
through the park this summer that are obviously "together", well, you just
might be looking at "THE NUDIST", inhibited somewhat by the clothing that
he is wearing, but ALWAYS looking out to see and be seen by other hot men.
We still "man watch", now we just do it together.  And if you make the
right move, you just might meet us and get to know even more personally...
we'll see.