My mother was born in Spain and my dad Canadian with a British heritage. They met at university and my mom introduced him to her and her family's naturist lifestyle. My mom was firm that her husband-to-be had to embrace naturism and that they would raise their children in that lifestyle.
Initially, Dad was not thrilled, but mom had won his heart and he would do anything for her. His first encounter with his mother and father-in-law was awkward, but quickly changed and he embraced the freedom of no clothing.
I'm the second of two children, my sister being two years older than me. We grew up in that lifestyle and seeing my parents and sister nude was as normal as seeing birds fly.
All went well until puberty, but mom and dad guided us through that period of change. My friends knew that we were a nudist family, but when non-naturists visited, we would all be clothed.
In the summer, we would vacation at nudist resorts and there is a clear separation between naturism and sex. I seldom saw a male get aroused and on the few occasions I did, the person covered up or it was during sports and the erection came and went.
Another time or two occurred when a man was sleeping on the beach or by the pool and it was a natural thing that happened during sleep.
In my late teens, I dated two different girls and although we never had intercourse, both of them loved to kiss and we would kiss for hours and hours. Neither was comfortable with naturism and that was the reason for our breakups.
Summer was soon approaching and being single, I agreed to go with my mom and dad on their summer vacation. Half way through the trip, I did something taboo and out of character.
Mom and dad were at the beach and I was lazing at the pool. I was keeping well hydrated, to the point that nature called. I slipped on my water shoes and walked the short distance to the change room. My bladder was about to burst as I stepped up to the urinal and sighed as my pee flowed.
I performed the mandatory shakes, ensuring that there were no droplets left. What a relief that was. I walked over to one of the sinks and began washing my hands. While doing that, a tall man with dark hair walked in and over to a urinal.
I could see him in the mirror and guessed he was in his late thirties or early forties. His shoulders were broad, which led to a slender waist, rounded bottom and long legs. A quick glance isn't a sin, but watching him as he walked towards the sinks was.
His face was clean shaven, his chest had a soft covering of dark hair and below his tummy was a flaccid, fairly thick around uncut cock. I'd never stared like this before, nor experienced a warm flush while looking at another male. My last two girlfriends had this affect on me and to say I was confused would be a gross understatement.
He ran the water in the sink next to mine and turned his head towards me.
"You are aware that it's impolite to stare?"
I turned in his direction. "Yes. Sorry. Really, I'm so sorry."
He raised his wet hands in the air. "Whoa, slow down. In public it's impolite, but here, with just us two is okay."
"My mom would have a huge problem differentiating between public and private when it comes to staring."
"But your mom isn't a guy with an attraction to other guys, so it's normal to at least peek," he said.
"I'm not attracted to guys," I said defensively.
He smiled. "Are you sure? There was a time when I thought that as well."
"No, really. I'm not attracted to guys."
He soaped his hands and dried them with a towel. "Okay. Let's start again," and he held out his hand for me to shake.
I reached out, taking his hand. "My name is Peter and I'm sorry for looking."
"I'm Shawn. My unit is 145 and you have an open invitation to drop by at any time."
I watched as he left, noticing how smooth and fluid his walk was. I've never been attracted to guys,, but there was no denying that the sight of him had stirred something inside me.
I'd hoped that jumping in the pool and swimming would take my mind off of Shawn, but if anything, I couldn't stop thinking of him. He said I had an attraction to guys and perhaps he was right. I had warmed at the sight of him, but perhaps it was my hormones running wild. Maybe I needed to get laid, or at least find a girl who would stroke my cock.
But, he walked and talked with confidence and his smile was as nice as a fall sunset. I stayed in the water until the skin on my fingers was a mass of wrinkles and while stepping out of the pool I wondered, why would he invite me to his unit.
Was he with a girlfriend or wife, or with another guy? He all but said he was gay or at the least had an interest in guys. Life was becoming way too complicated.
I helped dad barbecue hamburgers while mom went to the cafe to purchase fries.
Dad was just over six feet tall, had salt and pepper curly hair on his chest and trimmed pubic hair over an average size penis. Seeing him nude was more normal than seeing him clothed. Mom would always compliment his good looks and she said I had a great combination of his nose and her eyes and lips.
Mom's hair was a shimmering dark black and through the years there were many guys that gave her a look. She was beautiful on the outside and even more caring and beautiful on the inside. Many times dad would say that I was like her and I took that to be the height of compliments.
