Father And Son Nude Bonding
Fathers and Sons who have either been naked with each other or Fathers and/or Sons who have wanted to have that kind of relationship. This is a group for discussions concerning both.
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My Father is my Inspiration
Return to DiscussionsMy father is a nudist since I've seen him from childhood. Me and my brother also fool around naked at home. As an Indian tradition small kids were oiled up before getting bathed. But my dad continued it till we were 10. He used to put oil on our naked bodies including the dicks and balls. Then we used to bathe together. I think we stopped it when we started getting boners. But after years now recently I've discovered that I'm a nudist too and I opened up to dad and he was very happy to hear that. Now we always spend time naked at home when mom is not around. We will be walking with our boners without any shame. It's such a great man to man bonding which I missed for so many years. I can definitely say that my father is my inspiration. We bathe together, cook together, watch movie, have drinks. Everything fully naked. We both are very much comfortable with each other now. We rarely see each other clothed now. And we are used to see each other's erections a lot.
Mark the calendar! This is one of the rare occasions where I have to agree with the original poster about sharing an erection with someone in your own family. The picture he paints of the times he gets to spend with his dad nude sound too connective and healthy to deny the bond the two of them must feel when mom isn't around to get bothered by the bareness and the bouncing penises. There's no harm in letting it go free when all the reasons for a stiff willy are left aside and all involved are enjoying the freedom from clothes and inhibitions.
I will also mention that I cannot deny the stealthy envy I'm feeling for never having any time with my father where we could have had moments such as these. As the only son in a divorced family, moving away from Dad at five years old and growing up with no other males in the house, it made me into what I am. Happy with the final product here, don't misconstrue my post, but there will always be an unrequited question as to what it would've been like to be a young man among only men, to have been able to go through puberty with Dad around through all the intense changes that come during those challenging moments. Moving from child to adolescent to adult without a close male to be frank with, to ask why this is happening, where this feeling is going, why does hair grow here, did your body do this when you were young, etc. - regrets don't do anyone any good, but the curiosity of what differences it would have made in my life, to have been able to see and share with a dad who wasn't scared to be bare around me and help explain that part of the life experience, will always nibble at my mind.
I wasn't raised in a nude family, but spent a lot of time nude with my father. Having my dad with me as I approached, and went through puberty, was wonderful. I was inquisitive about everything and he was there to discuss pubic hair, erections, orgasms, semen, masturbating, wet dreams, etc. While my mom was not into nudity, she accepted our nudity, and appreciated the bond it created between my dad and me. Erections were normal, common, and nothing to be ashamed of. Once when both my dad and I had erections, my mom said, that must be contagious. LOL
That is a lovely uninhibited story of having a father who was open enough to share those intimate moments with you especially through puberty when the first orgasm can lead to the first shameful guilt that my parents instilled in our family. They called it the ugly head of sex that rose up to shame us. Even from a young age I didn't believe it because it felt so natural.
Even when I was under age I would approach old men in toilets or nude beaches and I already was erect so I often was asked how much I knew about sex and when I naively said I knew nothing. It would generate sometimes 4 or 5 men that would take me one after the other. Once they had orgasmed and relaxed I'd sit and talk to them and learnt about sex , sexual preferences and how much I was drawn to these old men whom I had substituted for my real father . In some cases they liked me to call them Daddy and I had the best sex ever in my life
I did get married had children but I would stray every so often to recapture those moments. I still do today.