Why is it that August is such a favored month for moving? Especially here in SE Texas! And why do I think that being the good guy with a truck means I have to accept every invitation to help? AND, why must I freely admit to owning two (2!) trucks AND a trailer!!
All three vehicles were in use for the entire month of August this year. Each is, on it's own, a story to tell. But this isn't about August, it's about September and Free Range Naturism.
One of my good friends (Dave) was moving out of a loft downtown to a "mansion" in NW Houston. His new house (the "Dump Truck House") has been home to a collection of artists for many years and he was lucky enough to be selected as a resident. I had heard about the house, but had not yet visited it.
After a weekend of moving most his belongings from the loft to the "Dump Truck House", I left him in charge of the Ranger for the last several trips. Promising to return said vehicle with a full tank within a few days.
Many of my visits to the loft were clothing optional, so Dave and his clan, had plenty of opportunities to witness my penchant for clothes-free socialization. I didn't expect that to change with his new residence.
When he returned the Ranger, I did not bother to dress. I knew he had someone, also named Mike, following him to give him a lift back to the Dump Truck House, but rationalized that the someone would be part of the community and not adverse to casual nudity.
It was after nightfall when they arrived, so I ventured out to the driveway to greet them. Mike had not expected to be greeted by a naked human, nor for the adventures that befell him that evening. I ran into him a couple of weeks later at a birthday party for the Dump Truck House's new resident, my friend Dave. Mike was excited to see me again, though admitted he preferred my previous outfit. He began to regale his earlier introduction to me and my place of residence to anyone patient enough to listen. So, I will present to you his version of that evening.
"I immediately noticed that he was shirtless approaching us in the driveway. We had a chuckle about both being Mikes before he offered us refreshments or water. I was thirsty and accepted his offer of water. Dave joined us at that time and followed with me to the rear of the house.
Speaking of rear, that's when I noticed that his rear end was as bare as his torso. I don't know how I missed the fact that I was greeted in this typical suburban neighborhood, in the middle of the front driveway, by a naked man. But, there he was. I remarked to Dave about it, but he simply shrugged his shoulders and replied, "He's a nudist!" I guess he thought that was enough said, but my mind was spinning with all sorts of questions.
We entered his back door and I accepted his glass of ice water. We talked about the move, David's new home and other chit-chat. Nothing about his nudity was brought up, so I just kept it to myself.
He had the most amazing dogs and a new kitten, all clamoring for attention. This offered me a distraction as I love pets. Suddenly I heard something about going out to the barn to see the horses! HORSES! This is just a simple house on a suburban street. And he has HORSES!
So, there I was following my friend Dave and my new, totally naked friend, through the backyard to a side gate that led to the barn. The horses were not in the barn but Mike assured us that they were nearby. We started walking down this broad expanse of pasture toward bright lights a short distance away.
Sure enough, that's where we found the horses, but that wasn't the best part. Those bright lights were stadium lights to a fully equipped baseball stadium. It was like "Field of Dreams" here in this pasture near Houston. There were no people around, just us and this fully lit diamond.
Dave hopped the fence to scope it out while talking about hosting an event here at the stadium. I was still in awe at the things that continue to reveal (ha-ha) themselves. Mike promised to put us in touch with the owners to discuss a possible "Midnight Baseball" event.
Then Mike started to talk about a Naked Frisbee Golf event at the course on the other side of the pasture. What!?? Not only a baseball field, but also Frisbee Golf? He told us that we could access the Frisbee Golf course by cutting through the Amazon parking lot, so we stepped over the barbed wire fence and I found myself in the very back of a brand new Amazon warehouse parking lot. With my new friend, who happened to still be totally naked!
We walked though a chainlink gate to a large clearing that Mike explained was to be an eventual flood control pond that will be part of the Frisbee Golf Course that currently existed on the far side of the clearing. Mike explained that the course was closed from sundown to sunup and that he had wandered the course off hours, clothes-free many times previously. Dave felt that baseball would be a better attraction than the Frisbee Golf course and was fully lit by the stadium lights.
It was then that Mike suggested a swim in the pool! POOL!?? This trip just kept coming up with new angles. Dave was apprehensive because the last time he visited the pool, it was pretty nasty, but Mike assured us it was cleaned up and ready for a moonlit swim.
The pool was next to a motorhome that was apparently the owner of the pool, but Mike assured us that it was available to us. He, still naked, knocked on the door of the motorhome while signaling us into the pool. He stuck his head into the door briefly before returning to climb the ladder, leading us to the clear refreshing pool.
We quickly undressed and joined our host in the pool and spent the next 1/2 hour or so socializing and discussing the potential events to come. After the swim, no one had any towels, of course. Mike had no clothes either. I used my shirt to dry off what I could to put on my shorts while Dave joined Mike in walking clothes-free back to Mike's house.
Dave put his clothes back on upon returning to the house and we said our farewells to our host before getting into Dave's car for the return to the Dump Truck house."
Mike retold this story several times at the party to anyone that would listen. I tried to recount his words accurately, but may have adjusted a bit to have the story make sense and factual. We are discussing more serious event planning around a winter solstice, sweat here, but nothing concrete about either a midnight baseball or Frisbee golf event. Until then, stay safe & stay bare!
~Safebare
