My new helper at my cabin
I have a cabin back in the forest, miles off any paved road and a few miles down a gravel forest road. The road is on the other side of trees and my cabin in quite hidden from the road so it allows me plenty of privacy to spend the day as I like, which is either nude of cross dressed. One warm summer day I was at the cabin, it was too warm to be dressed so I was spending the day naked working on my storage shed. It needed a good cleaning and some organization, and I also wanted to build a new set of shelves. I had removed everything from the shed and started removing the old shelves, planning on how I could reuse some of the old wood while also using new plywood I had brought with me. I wanted the shelves to go along the back and both sides, still allowing me to get the tractor and gas grill in the center.
I framed out the supports for the back shelf and was cutting the plywood when I noticed someone standing behind me. I turned around and saw it was a young man in his early twenties, just standing there next to his bicycle with his mouth open as I was totally naked on the side of the shed with my circular saw in my hand cutting the wood on saw horses. Not sure what to say I asked him 'Can I help you with something", fully well knowing this was my land and he was trespassing. He kind of stuttered when he said 'I was wondering if I could fill up my water bottle', standing there with his empty bottle. I told him 'We will need to use the kitchen sink' and he followed me to the cabin as I told him "I hope you don't mind that I am naked, I wasn't excepting anyone to be here'. He told me "It's fine, are you always naked here when you are alone?' I told him 'Yes I am, I am a nudist and spend as much time naked as I can, the sunshine is good for your mind and body'.
As we filled his bottle and drank most of it before refilling it again we talked about what a nice day it was. I asked where he was from and headed to, he was from a town about 30 miles away and liked to mountain bike. This was his second time in this area and loved the scenery, usually biking until he found a nice place to eat lunch before heading back. We also talked about nudity, how long I had been a nudist, how I started and if I ever went to nudist resorts. I told him how I was a lifelong nudist, even as a kid I was always looking for places to get naked and that yes I have been to a few resorts and nude beaches. He asked 'What is it like to be naked with other naked people and how do you not, you know, get excited?' I told him after a while you do even think too much about being naked and that everyone else is naked.
He seemed rather intrigued by nudity and I asked if he had ever been naked with anyone and he told me no. I asked him 'Not even with a girlfriend?' and he told me no that he has had a hard time meeting girls. I asked him if he ever thought of nudity and being nude outside, 'Well I do like to swim nude when I get a change but it's always been by myself' he said. I asked him if that is part of why he bike rides, to find places to get naked and he admitted that yes it was part of it. I told him 'Not to find weird or anything but I would enjoy some nude company if you would like'. I could see he was thinking about it and finally said 'I don't know, this is all new to me. Are you sure it's safe? I don't want to be seen, what if someone comes?' I told him 'It's safe, you can hear cars coming down the road long before they get here so there is plenty of time to slip your shorts back on'. I could tell he wanted and told him he didn't have to but if he just wanted to hang out I was cool with that too, maybe he could help me with the shed. He agreed to hang out and help so we walked back to the shed.
I explained what I was doing and he helped me with the rear shelf as move moved the wood in and screwed it to the supports. It was a warm day in the upper 80's and much warmer in the shed, between no air movement and us two working at close quarters. He mentioned how warm it was and joked and told him 'It's not bad when you're naked' and he agreed I was right and took off his shirt. I joked again and said 'Don't stop there, you'll feel much better'. Without wasting another minute he slipped off his shorts, which to my surprise he wore no underwear. We are both standing there in the shed naked together, and he is starting to get hard which he said 'Sorry' and tries to cover with his hand. I told him he won't be much help if he's using his hand to cover himself and don't worry, it's a natural reaction as I also start getting hard looking at him.
He lowers his hands and we get to work removing the existing side shelf, him still with a raging hard on. We take the wood outside and I remove the nails and cut the boards to length for the new shelf. I can tell he is enjoying the outside air and being in the sun naked. As we work I ask him more about his lack of luck with girls and he explains he is just very shy around them and never knows what to say without sounding like a dork. He has gone on a few dates but they never amounted to more than that, a one-time date. I told him that things will work out when he finds the right girl and she will be very happy with him, but I'm not sure he knew what I meant. I was talking about sexually, he had a great body, slightly too slim and could use some muscle but he had a nice cock and a cute ass.
We finish one side shelf and start on the next one after walking to the cabin for a drink of water. Both of us are walking across the grass naked, him still hard and him holding his cock so it doesn't bounce as he walks. As we drink he asks more about the cabin and I show him around, first the kitchen which he has seen, then the living room with the loft, bathroom and finally the one bedroom. None of the rooms are huge but they are comfortable. As I open the bedroom closet he asks how often my wife comes with me and I explain she never does, this is not her idea of a good time so she stays home and how I am happy for my time here without her. He says 'Oh I thought since her clothes are in the closet she come often'. I explain 'Oh those aren't her clothes, they are mine. I wear them from time to time like when it's too cold to be naked or when I am just in that kind of mood'. He says 'Ok I'm sorry I thought they were women's clothes' and I tell him 'Yes they are'. I explain how I find men's clothing very boring and started wearing women's clothing when I was alone many years ago.
