Anne and I had been married for about ten years. Our sex life was great, and we both enjoyed sex just as much as we had when we were first married. Unfortunately, with two children at home the opportunities seemed to be fewer and further apart. We were both a little older than most when we got together, I was 28 and Anne was 25. Our sex lives were very a...
For several decades in the 20th century, young men in the U.S. swam in YMCA pools, at countryside swimming holes, in high school and college phys. ed. courses, and even at well-attended swim team meets, totally, bollocks naked. Yes, that's right: fully bare. No skimpy speedos, swim trunks, or even underwear; and usually no hair caps or swim goggles. The pre...
Author's Note: This is the second chapter in a multi-part story called "The Swim Team." It is meant to be read in succession. If you have found this chapter first, I recommend visiting my author bio and start reading from chapter 1. Enjoy! ***** A couple practices passed, and Mei successfully had the whole team doing our thing in the nude each and every ti...
I was raised at an estate in southern Sweden in the thirties. I have two elder sisters but no brothers. My life was very sheltered with few social contacts outside the family. I went to school in a small nearby town but didn’t socialize much with the other students after school. My mother made sure that my free time was filled with educational activities bo...
Angus and Sophia had been in their house for fifteen years. Angus being a keen DIY type and with Sophia being in to design and gardens, they had the place in fine condition. Their new neighbours Bruno and Amelia were younger and they had bought a house, at a bargain price, that hadn't changed much since the 1970's. They were working hard to catch up with th...
It's been two years since my divorce. Life as a single man has taught me the importance of being good looking. I work in the gym three times a week, ride my bikes as often as I can and I pay close attention to the food I consume. After fifty years one's body is less forgiving for being abused. The change in my lifestyle has been good to me. My love handles s...
It was about 1130am on a hot March mid-week day in Perth, Western Australia. I am a 30 year old male, and was heading to a small beach about 40kms north for a day of sunbathing. I tend to go to this beach as it’s a short walk across and around rocks to the beach from the carpark, so it doesn’t get too busy, even on weekends. When I say it doesn’t get busy, u...
When I answered the ad for the rental flat, I was very impressed by the place. The available unit was part of a duplex located behind the landlady's main house, in a nice older neighborhood not far from the city center, where my new job was based. Each unit was a spacious and nicely appointed one bedroom. Both units faced onto the pool and patio area, and ha...
In the late 1970s I moved to southeastern Virginia and learned about the beaches of the outer banks of North Carolina. One summer there were reports of an un-official nude beach at one of the islands. Apparently there was a gap in the laws or the policy of enforcement. Public nudity on the national seashore, patrolled by the federal rangers, seemed to be tol...
It was at the funeral of my father's cousin it was revealed what a great experience I had let slip out of my hands in my youth. At the reception afterwards his wife Gunilla suddenly came to sit alone. She beckoned for me to come and sit by her side. "I want to talk to you," she said. Of course I wanted to talk to her. I had always fancied her and she had a...