Hello world. Some of you know me and most of you don’t know me. Let me introduce myself. My name is Walter Lawrence. Born and raised in Las Vegas, I’ve been through some stuff and I lived through some stuff. I realized a long time ago in my teen years, before graduating from high school, that I was a nudist. Clothing optional, how about no clothing at all. When I was home alone, I can feel the breeze on my naked body, my dick swinging like the swing at the playground and feeling free like I’m floating on air. One night before bed, I was underneath my covers; shirtless with just briefs and shorts on. The bedroom was dark and here I was masturbating on my twin bed with my feet and ankles hanging from the end. My bedroom door was closed and for good reason. The more I masturbated, the louder I got. I heard two knocks on the door before someone opened it. My mom peeked her head in asking me what’s going on? I played dumb and said nothing. She said she heard noise coming from my room. I simply told her that it wasn’t me, I don’t know what you’re talking about. She demanded me to go to sleep. I said good night as she closed my bedroom door. Just know I was only 23 years old at the time. I didn’t get a chance to release (or bust a nut), but at least I know I was enjoying it.
