Coming out to my family

Feb,28 2025

I grew up in what, I thought, was a strict family. Going to church every Sunday morning, having to make your bed to get breakfast, to do your homework to get supper, and to clean up your room to have dinner on Saturday morning.

This, is what I grew up with, but to be honest, my older brother had it worse. Way worse. He was the prototype, the beta version. Any mistake my parents, especially our father, made with him, they avoided with me.

Let's have a clear example. Our father, is a career military man, but he never insisted on physical training for my brother because he didn't like it.

Well, it made him a wimp, my father's words, not my brother's. It was too late to mold him, but not me!

When my father decided to show me how to use the home gym, I wasn't scared, I didn't feel oppressed, instead, I would train with my father!

Even at his age, he would lift weights many college students would envy. My father, is a rock.

My brother is only 3 years older, but those three years made a huge difference in the maturity level of my parents when it comes to dealing with kids. Thank God they didn't have a daughter!

You could say we were like oil and water, my brother and me. He was a bookworm, I was a gym rat, but the reality is that we both lived under the same repression from our parents.

I do say parents, don't think that because our father is such a strong figure, means that our mother is weak. Far from it.

We had to learn to cook, clean, shave (thought our father taught us) and when I say shave, I mean, shave. For some weird reason, my father shaves his body: no hair on his legs, arms or chest.

We do have a pool, and when we swim in it, his muscles almost glisten under the sun.

Somehow, we ended up roped into this. I don't know how, I don't remember when, but us boys needed to groom our bodies. We needed to always be presentable.

I don't mind, girls my age were not yet interested in dating, and those who were, looked mostly at my muscle mass: I was buffed.

The fight occurred when my brother came out soon after his 16th birthday. I know I said we have 3 years of difference, but it's a little bit more than 3 years, I was 12.

You read that right, even at 11 and 12, I had good muscle mass.

There was a lot of screaming involved, but to my surprise, my father never blamed my brother for being gay. Never. Instead, he blamed himself for not showing him how to be a man.

It took, I kid you not, over 8 months for my father to accept his son's homosexuality, and a few months later, he even plated some catch football in the backyard with my brother's boyfriend and me, fully accepting him and welcoming him into our home. It didn't last.

First, the "boyfriend" wasn't really gay, more like confused, and in rebellion. Being accepted by my father made him realize he wasn't really gay.

My brother took it hard, really hard, and to my surprise, my father was there for him.

"You know, son", I heard him say across the wall. Yeah. My father's voice is so low in the frequency that it travels across walls."I knew some of my men were fooling around. Nothing serious could some out of this"

"Dad, I don't know you to tell that gay man can't find love", yelled my brother.

"Now, you listen to me, son, I didn't say that. What I said is, gay men, or bi0curious men like your ex, are superficial and short to end things. What you need, is a boy like you. Someone serious, someone willing to commit. Don't settle for the next cute guy who fancies you. Get some who can love you"

That repaired the relationship between them. To his credit. My dad didn't try to get him to hit the gym, or to see if he cannot find a nice girl instead.

No, he just accepted him.

It took me a few more months to make my own move, but I knew it was a lot weirder.

I had been sleeping in the nude for years. I had been spending more and more time in the buff, either in my room or in the house, when home alone, and I liked it.

I was 14, and well, I had been to one skinny-dipping event. Don't judge me, I was the youngest, but I was also the first nude guy, and the last to get dressed. I wasn't the first nude guest... That was Kelly. Ok, I do have a crush on Kelly, but she is 17. I have no illusions that it could work.

Now, that was at Kelly, and over the last few weeks, I had been hanging with her, and her new boyfriend. Often, nude in her pool. Only, this time, it doesn't feel like skinny-dipping, it feels more like... well, being nude socially. There.

To my surprise, I did discover that Kelly, has a younger sister my age, Libbie, who is even sexier in my eyes, but who never skinny-dips. For a reason I can only imagine, she enjoys when I am nude in her company. To the point where she only joins us when she knows we undressed, and find excuses to leave when I get dressed.

Interesting. I like Libbie. Even more than Kelly, but in our last talk, she asked a killer question. "You seem to like being nude at my house, are you nude at yours", in a very flirty tone.

"Well, I guess you'll need to find out", I told her.

But for that to occur, I needed to do my own coming out, and it was even scarier because homosexuality was better seen than naturism.

Right, I got the term in the meantime. I even read articles. This, is what I wanted to do.

Still, after supper, that Saturday evening, I decided to speak up.

"Dad, Mom, Simon, I might have found a girl I like"

My dad hit me in the back. I know his real pride was that at least one of his boys was straight, but I still took it as an encouragement.

"Well, way to go, son"

"It's not a done deal, but I lik her, and I think she likes me"

"Who?", says Simon, my brother.

"Libbie. Kelly's little sister"

My brother knows Kelly, but barely. Let's say that they know of each other, more than they know each other.

"Oh, Libbie is cute. I've seen her"

My dad said. "I thought you were gay"

"I am gay, not blind. You can tell when a man is handsome, I can still tell when a girl is cute"

My mother spoke up. "Well, I am happy you met someone"

"Like I said, we aren't dating yet. But I think she made an overture"

"Take it. You need experience. Every man needs a woman to show him the way, or a man, in some cases", he, smiling to my brother.

"There is just one problem"

"What?", says my father.

"I became friends with Kelly after a party at her house, a few months ago"

"I remember, I picked up with your bike a little too late, and you were grounded", said my father.

"I didn't mind, it was worth it. I got to hang out with Kelly and it's how I met her sister"

"See, I like that in you, son, you are just like your brother. You don't mind the consequences when you are pursuing a goal"

"I learn from you, dad"

He smiled. "You both make me so proud", he says, almost crying.

"That first party, we were skinny-dipping"

My father laughs. "It's how I met your mother"

"Albert, no need to tell them that"

"Hey, she kept her bathing suit. I did too because I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. The other just faded away."

"Oh, Albert.", she says, smiling.

"Well, I skinny-dipped"

"That's okay, son. I am not disappointed"

"But I returned to Kelly's house"

"To see Libbie", he says.

"Well, no, I only met Libbie later"

"Ok, I am confused, you went to this girl's skinny-dipping party, and later met her sister, so why did you go there? Did you have a crush on Kelly?", says my father.

"No, I just liked the skinny-dipping part, and both her and her boyfriend like to swim nude"

"Is that like a sex thing I don't get? Were you having threesomes with Kelly and her boyfriend?", my dad said, confused.

"No, dad. Just that, having fun in the pool without a bathing suit, and then on their deck without dressing back up"

"Like nudists?", he said, with some acidity in his voice.

"Well, not, all that Kelly and her boyfriend do is swim in the nude, and dry on the deck, but Libbie would hang out with me, and it's how I met her"

"Naked?"

"Well, I was, she wasn't. Not ever"

"Son, you are straight and have an even more complicated sex life then your gay brother"

"Hey", said my brother

"Well, first, I don't have a sex life. I am not dating Libbie yet."

"Right, but you want to take things further"

"I would like that, like, invite her over"

"Son, you don't need my permission to bring a girl over, just like your brother doesn't need my permission to bring a boy over. Well, you both need permission from your mother if they share a meal, but you know she always cooks too much. The heart on that woman"

"Thank you, Albert. Yes, invite her over", says my mom. "We'll try not to embarrass you too much"

"No, I am not done"

"Is she pregnant?"

"What? I never had sex with her"

"Well, is she?"

"No, dad. That's not the thing"

"At least, with your brother, I don't have to worry about that."

"Dad", said Simon, but my father ignored him

"It's just, dad, she only hangs out with me when I was nude at her house"

He laughs. "You know that this is some high level shit game you have, son"

"It's not game, I like being nude. I want to be a naturist, a nudist, like you said. I worked hard to build my body, and I proud of it"

"Well, it's fine to be proud of your body, and it's fine for her to like seeing it, but nudists show their junk to everyone"

I sigh. "I just want to be nude at home. Not show my body to everyone. Just be nude in my own home"

My dad put his hand on the table, making a loud noise.

"It's not your home, it's mine. I paid for it"

"And I have this girl I like, who wants to see me, and I like being nude. "

"Son, what I am missing?"

"What do you mean?"

"I wasted months not getting your brother's homosexuality, thinking I had failed as a father. Right now, what I'm hearing is that I failed as your father. What am I not getting?"

"Nothing, dad! You were, you are a great father. Maybe not when you were angry at Simon, but you came around. Now, I want you to come around to my point of view"

"You want to me naked in my house!"

"Nude, dad, not naked. You helped me train, I am strong thanks to you. I am trying out for the wrestling team thanks to you. I stayed out of football to avoid commotions, thanks to you. I saw what it's like to be a good husband, a good partner, by watching you with mom. I saw you be a good father to both of us. Now, I want that good father to accept, that his son, doesn't need clothing to hide his body, and feels comfortable in it"

"I am comfortable in my body, doesn't mean I want anyone but your mother and my doctor to see my junk"

"Dad, It's not about showing my body. It's about living in it. It's about self-respect"

"Self-respect is wearing clothes"

"Well, for you For me, it's being nude, when I am safe at home, with people I care about. I already sleep in the nude"

"Your mother and me too, doesn't mean a thing"

"For the record, I don't" says Simon, but everyone ignores him.

"So you like being nude to sleep. You like that freedom. Well, I want it more often."

"But your body is your temple, it's private"

"And I don't see it that way"

"So what, if I accept your point of you, you will be naked all day in here?"

"Nude, and maybe not all day, every day"

"But often"

"Well it's what I like"

"You like to be naked, and he likes boys to fuck him in the ass"

Simon stood up.

"Dad, you know nothing about my sex life. Is that what bothers you? That you think that guys fuck me in the ass?"

"Well, isn't that what gay guys do?"

"No, some don't even do that."

"Well, maybe you can tell me what you do"

"Dad, I am not going to tell you about my currently non-existent sex life"

"Why not, your brother wants to show us his dick?"

But it's my mother who spoke up.

"Albert, you are out of line. I will call a timeout, ask you to go to our room, and think. When you are ready to apologize to our sons, you can come back"

"I am not a child you can punish"

"Then stop behaving like one"

"You don't mind that our son wants to be naked in our home?"

"No, I don't. Because your son doesn't do drugs, doesn't skip school, doesn't bully other kids because he is serious, thoughtful and full of empathy. Do I have to remind you where we met?"

"In which we kept our clothes"

"And he didn't, and that's fine. Your best man at our wedding was nude at that party, and so was his wife"

"Ex-wife"

"Albert, he cheated on her after more than 15 years. I don't think you can blame a single night of skinny-dipping on the failure of their marriage"

"Fine, I will go to my room, but I fail to see what I need to apologize for"

As soon as he was done, my mother turned to me. "You'll need your father's permission, but baby, if it makes you happy to be nude in the house, I will agree. And if Libbie also wants to be nude, I don't mind."

"Thanks mom"

"I don't mind either way, for the record", said Simon.

"Simon, I knew that. "

"Well, you accepted my homosexuality on the spot, the least I can do it accept whatever that it"

"Naturism. That's what it is"

"Fine"

It took over an hour for my father to come back. He stood at the entrance of the dining room, as if he was being grilled by a general.

"First, Simon. I was angry at your brother, and yeah, it triggered a retarded idea in my mind. Wait, I am not supposed to say that word. It triggered an immature idea in my mind. That if your boyfriends had anal sex with you, it would mean you were, I don't know, the girl? But it's none of my business, and it doesn't make you any more manly than you are. I am sorry. You don't want to tell me about your sex, well, former and future sex life, but if you ever do, I will there and try not to judge"

"Thank you dad. That took a lot from you"

"And you, son. Fine, I don't get it. I suspect I never will. But even if it's my house, it's your home. I won't pretend I like it, I won't pretend it won't cause me issues, but if what you want, is to run around naked, right, nude, in your home, I won't stop you"

"Thank you dad. But it's not about running around naked or nude"

"Son? Take the win. Try it, let me see how I react and if you want to talk about it, I will ask you"

My mother kissed him. "See, it wasn't so bad"

"I just have one question", he says

"Shoot"

"Well, two. Is it just for that girl, and is she worth it?"

"No, it's not just for her, it's something I felt in me for a while. She just helped me assume myself. And yeah, I think she is worth it, but I guess I will find out soon enough"

"Good"

That night, I went to bed like normal. I went to bed nude, but then, the next morning, after making my bed, I went for breakfast in the nude.

My mother was alone in the kitchen. She smiled when she saw me, and offered to make me eggs and bacon. I accepted, and made my own toasts.

"It's not so bad.", she said. "I never minded skinny-dipping parties, I just didn't want to undress"

"In my perception, skinny-dipping parties are sexuality charged. What I found at Kelly, is a sex-neutral atmosphere."

I was eating, sitting on a towel, when my brother came around, half asleep.

"Right, it started this morning. I should have guessed"

"You didn't wait to see guys"

He laughs. "I was already seeing guys"

"And I already spent time nude at Kelly"

"You know, it's weird", he says.

"What?"

"It's Libbie you are interested in, but you call the place Kelly's"

I think. "You are right. Because I began hanging with her. Wow, I should call the house Libbie's"

"I think you should. Otherwise, she will think you were interested in her sister, and when she got a boyfriend, fell back on her", he said, laughing.

But the truth isn't far from that, to be honest... It's Kelly I liked, but then, discovered her sister soon enough.

Simon doesn't like eggs in the morning, so he took cereals and one strip of bacon.

My father came around and sighed when he saw me nude.

"Already?"

"Albert, if you want eggs and bacon, behave", said my mother.

"When are we going to see that Libbie?"

"I was hoping to invite her for lunch?"

"What a wonderful idea, I can prepare my roast beef"

"Isn't it for supper?", said my father.

"I can keep the meatloaf for that"

"But we eat it at lunch?"

"And your son might have a guest, and not everyone likes meatloaf.

I called Libbie. She was hesitant to come over, until I confirmed that I was, and would be, nude"

"Ok, I'll be there"

"Is roast beef for lunch ok?", I asked

"Wait, is this a date?"

"Well, we could eat with my family, but if you want this as a date, it would be my pleasure"

"Wicked, so it's a date then, see you in like, 30 minutes"

And 30 minutes later, Simon welcomed her in, I couldn't answer the door.

My parents took a step back, but she presented herself to them, in her politer southern accent.

Right, Kelly and Libbie are from the south. Well, not really, their parents are. I only met them later, but they can both switch easily from our accent, to a southern one to sound more refined.

"Would I be allowed to hang with your son in his room? Nothing will happen"

It's my mother who replied. "Of course, keep the door a crack open"

"Of course, I wouldn't close the door when alone with a man, even one as nice as your son"

We soon made it to my room, where we mainly talked, in our normal accent. She was impressed my family accepted my nudity, and when I asked if she wanted to undress at any point, she feigned being shocked.

"I like that you are a nudist. I do. But I am not one. Let's leave it at that, and we can talk more after a few dates", she says, smiling.

She loved the roast beef, and complimented my mother in her southern belle accent.

In the afternoon, we played video games in the living room, like telling jokes and laughing. Simon asked and joined us.

It was fun, but soon enough, it was time for supper, and to kick Libbie out, only, she loves meatloaf and we sort of ended up hosting her for a second meal?

"I'll be honest with you, my parents aren't home right now, and I sort of want to get away from my sister and her boyfriend. When your son is with them, they are proper, but when alone, well, they get on my nerves"

"Where are your parents, dear?"

"Our father is a big rig driver, and leaves even on Thursday and only comes back on Monday evening, delivering fresh eggs to our town from other states"

"Oh my"

"And my mother, well, she volunteers at the church, and is there all day, until usually 7h00 PM. She also works on Saturday at the public library. Well, Monday and Friday too, but it's closed on Sunday"

"Which branch?", asked my father.

"The one near 6th avenue"

"What is your mother's first name?"

"Patricia"

My father snaps his fingers. "I know your mom. Decent women, hard worker."

"You know her?", I asked.

"She volunteers on Thursday at the legion. She has the most wonderful southern accent"

"You told me about her.", says my mom.

"Of course, I tell you about all the women I meet. It's called being married"

"That's a good lesson for your sons", says Libbie, still in her accent.

Later, she left on her bike, refusing any lifts, but she kissed me on my cheek.

It took a while for my father to fully accept me nude. He wouldn't train with me, for example, which limited what I could do. But after a few weeks, and more days with Libbie coming over, he warmed up.

She even saw her train and liked it. She even tried some light weights and enjoyed that.

We kissed for the first time after perhaps the 7th date? And then, she agreed to call us boyfriend and girlfriend.

Often, on Saturdays, I would hang at her house, often nude in her room, and on Sunday, she would be at my place.

I know you hope for me to tell you that I married her, and she became a naturist, but the reality isn't that great.

We broke up. It wasn't a big thing. She didn't grow tired of me, and I didn't grow tired of her. It's more like, I wanted more out of the relationship, and she realized that I was more like a vacation fling.

I was the exciting, buff guy who hung out with her sister in the nude, and who she stole from her more popular sister. I wasn't relationship material, for her.

Still, she did something for me. When we realized we were going nowhere, she didn't break up. Not publicly. She told me, "Guys with a girlfriend are more popular than single guys, and girls with a boyfriend don't get harassed as much as single ones"

So, we kept it up, ate together at school, there is only one huge high school in our town, and then, didn't see each other.

The few times I went to her house, it was to see her sister and Libbie would hide in her room. Twice, she came to see me, and asked me about stuff from school, but was clearly as friends, nothing more.

She never came back to my house. Well, no, she did, but it was for a group project. I was nude, but I asked her if she wanted me to dress back up.

"I always preferred you nude. Weird, isn't it? I would run away from any other naked guy"

Eventually, I did get another girlfriend, and Libbie explained to her that it was fully over between us. To my surprise, it delighted my new girlfriend, who had seen Libbie as this sort of competitor.

But that, it another story...