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My first times...early and later on...
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On a very hot, muggy summer day back in 1951 my Dad and I went swimming in the very muddy Dan River. The snake like waterway was fairly shallow in spots. I remember wearing off white bathing trunks. Once we got into the water my trunks turned clay red. When my dad saw the look of surprise and horror on my face, he suggested I take them off. I trusted his good judgement, so I swam over to the side of the river and slipped out of my "Dan River" colored trunks. After squeezing as much water out as I could, I hung them on an overhanging tree branch. My Dad tapped me on the shoulder and grinned. He had dropped his trunks and was hanging them along side mine. For the rest of the lazy afternoon, we were swimming, diving, resting along the banks of the river and watching puffy clouds drift by across the azure sky. Looking back on that day, it just seemed perfectly normal to skinnydip with my Dad. I still cherish that bonding we had. Up until around the age of 12, my Dad and I continued to swim naked in the Dan River and shower together when we got home. It was kind of a contest to see which of us was able to restore out swimming trunks back to their original color that first time. After that, we always took them off before diving into the Dan River.

Fast forward several decades later.....Our local UPS driver told us one very hot summer day he could not wait to get home to his hot tub. My partner and I were not really that familiar with what a hot tub really was. He filled us in with all the details and also casually mentioned he was always nude in his tub. At first we kind of let this slide and didn't really think that much about it, perhaps suggesting he was joking. I guess he saw our somewhat doubting expressions on our faces and then told us he was a nudist. He further added that he hated clothes and was always nude around his house when possible. Although his wife did not share the lifestyle, she was comfortable with his accepting and embracing naturism. As several weeks of dog days heat continued in our small town, I discussed nudism with our UPS driver. Finally, he invited us over to join him in his hot tub. My partner declined but I was curious so I took him up no his offer. A couple of days later, I ventured into my first hot tub experience. At first I wore a Speedo, since I was not sure the wife was at home. It was only after getting reassurance that we were alone that I removed the Speedo. About a half hour later a couple of cars pulled up. They were his buddies and all found a comfortable place in the hot tub to kick back nude. They all discussed their day, families, weekend plans, just casual guy talk for the next hour or so. I found all this fascinating and thought back to the Dan River days with my Dad, wondering what he would have thought of all this. I'm certain he was there in spirit.

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jimshedd112

Posted: Oct 25, 2012

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 A great story, tallswimmer. I especially like the story of you and your dad skinnydipping in the Dan River.

Jim
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