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Naked at Camp Freedom (2015) - WMASG - 12-15-2025
Mom shook her head and spoke almost in a whisper, “That kid…” She looked at me. “At least can you stop Liam from killing your little brother?”
I huffed. “Okay.” I stood, wiping the sand off my legs. Being middle child, Mom often forced me between Liam and Opie to act as interference.
The sun shone brightly and the air was hot and sticky. I walked down to the water and tried to convince myself that getting in the water would feel good. Along the way, I eyed the surrounding naked bodies. A couple weeks into summer vacation, the beach wasn’t as packed as I had expected. A few adults sat in blunt chairs similar to the ones my parents had. The water was scarce. A family with a couple toddlers played in the water a couple hundred yards away in one direction. Beyond them, a boy and a girl close to my age tossed a Frisbee in ankle-deep water. In other direction, a group of college-aged men and women stood in chest-high water. I watched as waves bounced the girls’ breasts up and down. I was rarely around girls, other than Mom, and things like breasts fascinated me.
I stepped into the water, waves splashing against my shins and up to the knees.
“Kamikaze!” Liam tackled me.
I crashed into the water and my head hit hard-packed shells just under the surface. I emerged coughing and rubbing my head. “Dang it, Liam! That hurt.”
“No it didn’t.”
“Yes it did. How would you know?”
“You gonna wear that baggy thing again?” He pointed at my bathing suit.
I looked away. I couldn’t argue or explain my way out of wearing something on a nude beach. Liam was better at arguing anyhow and he knew me well enough to know I didn’t like being naked, especially in broad daylight.
I pretended to ignore Liam. I watched our little brother, who had now recovered from his near-drowning and was jumping the incoming waves. Opie had gotten sand jammed into his butt crack and some of it drizzled down the back of his legs.
Liam attacked again. He grabbed the sides of my suit and yanked down.
I fought back and pulled up. “Stop!” I lurched away.
I slipped and fell on my butt. This actually helped Liam. He held onto the bottom of my suit and walked backwards, dragging me through the swallow water. I felt the suit slip down my butt. Though the water covered everything below my waist, I struggled to hold on.
“Stop, Liam! Mom!”
“Stop, Liam,” Mom called out from the distance.
Liam stopped.
I lessened my grip.
He yanked again. My suit slipped completely off and my head flung backwards into the water. I came up coughing out the sting of salt water that flew up my nose. After rubbing my face, I looked down to see my penis bobbing up and down in the shallow water, the foreskin occasionally breaking the surface.
Liam stood up the beach next to Mom. He had my suit in his hands and she looked like she was lecturing him. To my surprise, Liam held my suit in front of himself and then stepped into them. He pulled them on.
Mom stood, grabbed Liam by the wrist, and walked him down to the water where I sat.
She asked me, “Did you say Liam could wear your swim suit?”