Boys swim naked -- take one

There was a fair amount of casual family nudity in our household when I grew up and I am sure that there were times that one or both of my brothers or even my father were naked when my mother and I were dressed, but it would only have been temporary and without any policy and design to it, certainly not organized CFNM. The reverse happened also, that I might be naked while they had something on.

But my first memory of a situation where it was standard procedure for females to remain clothed around naked males came when I was about eleven.

My father had a sister [Aunt Linda] who lived in just about the furthest south place in Illinois, near Cairo and near Kentucky. When I was born, she was a widow with two sons [Jim and John] about two and four years older than I was, but she married a widower farmer [Uncle Harold] when I was about three. He had a son [Emil] about the same age as John. When I was about five they had a daughter [Judy] and when I was about ten or eleven, they moved to a different farm, one near Peoria, closer to us. After that move, it became part of our family’s routine to visit them at least once each summer.

When we visited them at that farm the first time, I was about eleven. We had driven down there on a Friday evening arriving late and when Saturday morning came, my father, Uncle Harold, Jim, John, and Emil had all gone out early to do something farm-like. I was sleeping on a cot in my Judy’s second-floor room when she woke me up, telling me that if we didn’t get up soon that the adults would be angry.

I had been unaccustomed to wearing pajamas in the summer, but my mother bought me a new pair and had told me to wear them on the trip, so I got up to change out of them and shower. I had only noticed a downstairs bathroom, so I asked my cousin whether there was a shower on the second floor.

She informed me that the only bathroom was downstairs and that there was a shower in the basement, but that nobody showered in the morning. I don’t think I knew anybody who had only one bathroom in their house and I wondered how a family of six managed with just one. I also thought that not showering in the morning must make some people gross quickly.

Breakfast was amazing to me. I had never seen so many eat so much so early. At home we usually had an egg, a piece of toast, and a glass of juice. My father usually would have a second egg and my parents would both have coffee. Once in a while we had some bacon or sausage as a bonus, but that was usually on Sunday. Breakfast at my aunt and uncle’s was something different. It seemed that everybody was eating two eggs and a slab of ham. A bowl of fried potatoes was passed around. My father seemed to think it necessary to match his brother-in-law at eating and my brothers seemed to think they had to match their father, even though they were but about five and nine at the time. They failed miserably, of course, but seemed to have a good time trying.

After breakfast Uncle Harold had to go to town for something and my father went along. Aunt Linda told the older boys to take my brothers out someplace. (I did not understand the word[s] for where they were to go back then and do not remember what it was. I guess I have never did learn, but it really doesn’t matter for the story. But I am sure that some work was on the agenda.) I would have preferred to have gone wherever the boys were than stay with somebody who seemed such a child. My little brother Larry was Judy’s age but he was outside with the boys, so I guess that the adults assumed that children would prefer to be with the same gender. Judy and I went into the living room and watched cartoons for an hour or so, until our mothers told us we should go outside and suggested to Judy that maybe I would like to see her rock collection. We went outdoors to a shed where Judy pulled a couple of shoe boxes off a shelf and showed them to me. She could be chatty and she had a story for each one, but I really was not interested and the rocks did not seem to be anything more than rocks and pieces of gravel which I assumed were common on a farm.

It was probably about 11:00 and Judy and I were walking about the farm when I heard some shouting and splashing. I told Judy that it sounded like somebody was swimming and she assured me that I had heard correctly. She led me over a hill and I saw a big tank and all five boys swimming and splashing. None of them was wearing anything. I did not think much of that since I had seen Lowell and Larry naked all of their lives and just assumed that everybody was family and that this kind of behavior was normal.

It looked like they were having fun and without thinking or asking, I quickly took my clothes off and jumped in with them. As I was jumping in, Judy was shouting something at me, but I wasn’t paying enough attention to catch what she was telling me.

The boys all welcomed me into the pool with them, although it seemed that John and Emil were both a little surprised to see me. While I was enjoying the water, Judy ran to get our mothers and in a few minutes they and Judy were at the pool and my mother was telling me to get out of the pool and come over to her. I did as told.

My mother found a towel that one of the boys must have left by the pool and dried me off whispering in my ear that I should get dressed. I followed her and Aunt Linda back toward the house.

We didn’t really talk at the time and maybe half an hour later, Aunt Linda and my mother told Judy and me to go back to the tank and tell the boys that it was time for them to come to dinner. I was admonished that there was no time for me to swim right then. Judy and I went and got the boys. Except for Lowell, they had all already left the water, apparently already guessing what time it was, but none of them had dressed yet. Eventually they all dressed and we all walked back to the house.

Uncle Harold and my father had returned by then and after dinner they took the boys off somewhere. Aunt Linda and Judy had gone somewhere else and that left my mother and me alone. She told me that I hadn’t done anything wrong by swimming with my brothers and cousins, but that at Aunt Linda and Uncle Harold’s farm that I couldn’t swim without a swimsuit. “It’s their place and their rules” she told me. “You can swim with them, but you need to wear your swimsuit.”

But the boys got to swim naked. It didn’t seem fair.