Despite their keenness to suck me off, they were shy young women. They might end up topless, but never lost their knickers in strip poker, so I’d always be the only one naked amongst us. This didn’t seem unusual to any of us considering that I had been fully nude on stage in front of hundreds of people earlier that night. However, I could tell they were enjoying the disparity in apparel between us.
Ironically, I was still too naïve to know how to make a sexual advance on any of these girls, despite an obvious keenness amongst all of them. I felt that by focusing my attention on one of them would offend the others.
In all the shows, I did with Gregory, I never felt I was hypnotized and I believed I was just a good actor, needing work.
I eventually became Gregory’s main stooge. We did a television show called The Joe Martin Show, which was a ratings winner on prime-time TV at the time. In the routine, he performed on TV, Gregory hypnotized me to go totally rigid from head to toe. He then got assistants to prop my shoulders on the back of one chair and my ankles on the back of another chair. He then stood on my tummy as I remained totally rigid supporting his full weight.
Even though I was tall and slim, I was supremely fit, strong and athletic and I never regarded this as anything I couldn’t do even if not hypnotized.
However, as my erotic experiences grew, I came to wonder whether after all the hypnotic performances I had done in Gregory’s shows, whether I was now performing self-hypnosis on myself to be able to do some of the ‘unusual’ things I was to do in the few years that followed.
During my years at Woodlands, I met many people of a vast range of backgrounds. One family I got to know quite well was that of an Anglican Priest and his wife and kids. I was rather shocked when he first mentioned that he was a priest. Up till this point in my limited life experiences, I had assumed that the Church viewed nudity as a ‘sin’. “Not so!” said Father Jim, who was the priest at an Anglican Church in the Sydney Western Suburbs. “It’s not our naked body that offends Christ, but the sinful ways we choose to abuse our bodies.” I became good friends with his teenage daughter and we spent quite a lot of time together in the pool or pairing as mixed doubles on the miniten court, or just lazing in the sun and chatting.
Father Jim also introduced me to someone who was to play a major part in my later years as a teacher in a Sydney city girls’ Catholic college. Father John, was the Catholic priest for an inner Sydney city diocese and was also an avowed nudist. We never really spent that much time talking at the nudist club, but his presence and his beliefs proved to be an amazing coincidence and my ‘enabler’ for some very unique teaching courses at the girls’ college.
CHAPTER 5
My First Butterfly takes wing
While a member of Woodlands Nudist club, I formed a strong friendship with a young couple who seemed to enjoy my company. Bob was a good tennis player and we had many close tussles on the tennis courts at Woodlands. He and his wife Toni were also very good volleyball players and were part of our Woodlands’ premiership winning side in the Sydney A grade competition. However, it was Toni who had the greatest effect on my life to this point.
Toni was my very first ‘Butterfly’.
The ‘Butterfly Effect’ is someone you meet who with the slightest flap of her wings changes your whole life path ahead of you and eventually shapes you completely.
She and many other women from Woodlands would meet every Thursday at the club for a tennis day and social get together. As I was studying at university at the time and as my schedule allowed me time free on a Thursday I’d join them regularly as the only male at the club on that day.
Toni took a particular ‘shine’ to me. She was in her early 30’s and I was 19. I treated her a bit like an older sister but I sensed she had other thoughts about our friendship. However, I was an awkward and reserved young man with little experience with women and did not know whether my senses were correct or I was just enjoying a sexual fantasy.
Toni and I always sat together during the social chats and we showered together afterwards and chatted constantly. She gave me a book called ‘The Harrad Experiment’ by Robert Rimmer. The book details a socio-sexual experiment at a fictitious college in America. Students were paired in opposite sex couples and did everything from sleeping, bathing, toileting and studying together. The experiment intended to prove that when the barriers of sexual opposites are broken, men and women became better people in all aspects of their being.
At the time I was reading this book I was completing some units toward an external degree from the University of New England, Armidale. As part of the requisites for the degree a student had to complete a two-week intensive residential course at the university. I was surprised during my residential to discover that all the resident college accommodation at UNE was unisex including shared toilets and shower facilities. I was roomed with a young woman from Melbourne doing the same course and neither of us was overly concerned at the rooming arrangements. We were children of our generation and it seemed reasonably natural and mature to accept this intimate situation of short-term cohabitation.
The college accommodation was all centrally heated, so as a nudist I was comfortable to go nude and sought her permission to do so within our shared arrangement. Although not a nudist herself, after only a few hours of my naked company, my roommate did the same.
Also, I wasn’t concerned about the shared showers and toilets, as shared ablutions were and still are, normal in every nudist club worldwide. However, I was intrigued that the scenario as presented in the fictitious book, The Harrad Experiment, was happening in Australian universities and colleges, and I guessed even across the wider community.
This was the late 1960’s and the sexual revolution was obviously integrating deep into the general community.
I loved the book as it detailed much of my beliefs about the damage that results from the artificial barriers society sets between male and female. It was one reason I was so attracted to the nudist lifestyle. I felt totally comfortable in the company of naked females and I learnt so much about them as fellow human beings on this path we call ‘life’.
Toni and I discussed the book at length and she had a similar philosophy. For example, she made me feel totally comfortable watching her squat and pee whenever we were together on a walk around the club grounds and encouraged me to feel equally comfortable to pee in front of her. When I expressed my ignorance of how a woman pee’d she was totally comfortable to invite me between her legs for a truly intimate viewing as she relieved herself. She would sit on a chair peel her lips wide open and pee. I was totally fascinated with her ‘plumbing’ and she was amazed that I was so ignorant and admitted that she got aroused by my interest.
Toni made no secret that she was highly attracted to my well-endowed cock. She often inferred I was teasing her when my flaccid cock would slap loudly against my sweaty legs as we played tennis. When we showered together and no one else was around, she would sometimes playfully take my cock in both her hands and wash it and my balls and laugh at my coy reactions. In the spirit of equality she got me to do the same with her fanny and breasts and I was soon totally comfortable and fully enjoying this shared intimacy.
At the time the movie The Graduate, was very popular and I remember thinking after watching it that Toni was very much my ‘Mrs Robinson’.
Toni had a childlike attitude to life and was very playful and totally at ease with physical intimacies between the sexes. None of the other women at tennis ever seemed to indicate that this behaviour was unusual. On our tennis days, I’d be the only male amongst 20 or so women at the club. If there was a bit of frivolity amongst us in the showers one or two other women might join Toni in her ablutions on me. I’d sometimes have three or more sets of female hands playing with my cock and laughing as I tried my hardest to hide my shyness and feign maturity as I became more and more erect. I gradually relaxed and relished the sensations as I came to realise that these women were thoroughly enjoying the sight and feel of my cock doubling in length and girth as they played with it in their hands.