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Subject: Re: How did nude recreation deal with the issue of boys' penises flopping everywhere? Author: Ross [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 08:56:23 11/17/25 Mon Author Host/IP: 88.97.176.230 In reply to: Sandstone 's message, "How did nude recreation deal with the issue of boys' penises flopping everywhere?" on 17:20:32 11/06/25 Thu >When nude recreation occurred, how did boys deal with >their penises flopping around while running and >exercising? Did the flopping of penises lead to >erections? Barefoot and Unbothered: Growing Up Naked at Home I never really thought much about it until years later—how natural it all felt at the time. From the moment I woke up to when I crawled into bed, I was barefoot and completely nude. No pajamas, no underwear, no clothes at all unless school demanded it. My home, my garden, my little world—everything unfolded in total freedom. Grass under my toes, sun on my skin, the occasional muddy patch after rain—and yes, my penis just… was. Flopping, swinging, bouncing—whatever it was doing while I ran, climbed, dug holes, or chased bugs—it was just part of me, like my arms or my kneecaps. I barely noticed it. Running across the yard, arms pumping, legs flying, I could feel the warm air rushing against my skin. My feet slapped the dirt path we’d worn around the garden, turning it into a kind of unofficial racetrack. And sure, down there, things moved with every stride—up, down, side to side. It wasn’t distracting. It wasn’t embarrassing. It was just motion, like hair whipping in the wind or sweat sliding down my back. There was no shame, no self-consciousness. We didn’t talk about it, because it wasn’t a thing. My body was just my body. Did it ever lead to an erection? Occasionally, sure. But not from the flopping. Not from running. When you're naked all the time, your body adjusts. Erections happened sometimes—random morning ones, or the occasional weird tingle when I saw something surprising (like a bird dive-bombing our birdbath). But the bouncing? Nah. That was like jiggling your leg—it didn’t mean anything. Gravity, momentum, wind—all of it just moved things around. And since I wasn’t thinking about it, my brain wasn’t sending signals down south. It was neutral territory, biologically speaking. Being barefoot reinforced that sense of connection to everything. No socks, no shoes—just direct contact with earth, grass, stone, puddles. It made me feel grounded, present. And being naked did the same. No layers, no separation—just me and the world. My penis flopping as I sprinted toward the treehouse, or swinging slightly as I crouched to examine an ant trail—none of it mattered. It was just part of the rhythm. Looking back, I realize how rare that kind of freedom is. Most kids grow up with clothes as armor, as identity, as rules. I grew up with skin as my truth. And while I don’t expect everyone to raise their kids that way, I do think there’s something powerful in that simplicity—living so close to your own body that even its movements lose their mystery. You're not anxious. You're not hyper-aware. You're just running, barefoot, alive. And yeah—sometimes things bounced. But so did everything else. And nobody ever thought twice about it. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> Subject: Re: How did nude recreation deal with the issue of boys' penises flopping everywhere? Author: Sean [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 13:39:20 12/12/25 Fri Author Host/IP: 76.195.201.31 I mentioned in a few posts I had the same kind of childhood long time ago in rural Florida that no longer happens more than likely. I would say the right word was tolerant as heat was oppresive and not everyone had AC yet, so it was right of passage for boys under a certain age to play naked in home pools and beaches, they were remote atleast. I had a new foster mom at 10, and here best friend was another mom with boy 7 and girl 9. While girl was in shorts and tshirt, panties, or any combination the younger boy was almost naked all summer when at home or at a pool. They did not call themselves nudist just what boys did in summer. Once we met I simmply started doing the same thing as that boy. I was told to join him as more comfortable. They simply told me they raised him nude in summer and I should do same. So yes our penises were flopping around all summer like the rest of us. I do not remember much about erections. I guess we got several a day and no one cared. Sometimes they would pick me up or take me to beach. When they told me to get ready to go to beach or pool it basically meant to undress and get a towel. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]