"Let's get you out of those clothes." (CMNM Route)

"Lets get you out of those clothes." Uncle John said with a playful grin. I was taken aback by this. "W-what!?" I stuttered out. He chuckled to himself, before walking up to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. I waited nervously for a response.

"Look Mark, here on my property, I'm in charge. And I have a tradition that's been upheld in our family." Uncle John explained. "I'm not surprised your mother never told you about it. She wasn't all that interested in the family traditions and whatnot. But I'm sure she didn't warn you this time around so that it wouldn't influence your decision on whether or not you'd come stay with me."

I just stared in confusion as he spoke. Some tradition that my mom neglected to tell me!? And what did it have to do with my clothes??? He took my concerned expression as reason to continue.

"Back when I was 18 like you, yer grandpa took me on a trip just like this one. It was to a lake house far away from any nearby towns, any disturbances. He had rented over the summer, just like my current place. Called it a father son 'men only' trip. Said it was to 'escape the stress and norms of society. To just be a man.'" He explained. I nodded, still confused on how this tied into nudity.

"When we got there, he told me something I'd never forget." Uncle John chuckled to himself at this, before continuing. "He said, 'Son, you're an adult now. Even so, you are not constraint to the same bonds of society that I am. You have no debts. No job. You haven't started university yet. You are a free man. This is a special time in your life. And because of this, while we're out here, I don't want you to concern yourself with those ties and rules of society. Out here you get to be a primal man. Just out in nature like a man should be.'" Uncle John recited from his father.

I just continued to stare, waiting and listening. Uncle John laughed a little to himself, before continuing to recount the memory of his father. "Then he says 'Because of this, you have no need for these clothes. They are a creation of society. No real man needed clothes back in the days of primal humanity. And like I said, unlike me, you have no connections to society out here. You are just like those primal men. So son, let's get you out of those clothes.'" With this, Uncle John burst out laughing at the memory.

My face which had been one of confusion upon listening, had begun to get redder and redder as I pieced together where this was going. Uncle John seemed to notice this. "YUP! You wanna know what he did!?" He asked in between laughs. "He stripped me butt naked, right then and there! Cock out right in the middle of the woods by the lake! And oh man did I put up one hell of a struggle. But after he locked up my clothes, and I spent some time roughin it in the wilderness with my pa, I realized what he meant. The primal rush of being a free man with no attachments! Felt great Mark! I swear, nothing felt better than that man trip. And so, that's why I invited you out here this summer. You're in the same boat I was! 18, and free." He explained.

I backed up a few steps, not liking where this was going. "Years later when I bought this place, I decided to go full time nudist, free as ever. Have not once regretted it. But I thought that for this trip, I'd replicate what my father intended this trip to be. The grown man burdened with society, showing his young and free nephew the joys of being a primal and true man before he fully integrates into adult life." He explained.

He crossed his arms, which flexed, straining against his shirt sleeves; his pectoral muscles bulged, making me realize just how built he was. A confident and smug smile spread across his face, causing my heartbeat to increase. "So, what'll it be? Will you embrace this, or are you gonna put up a fight like I did?"

Looking at his strong physique, I realize that with relative ease, he could probably strip me butt naked just like his father is.