Well, I believe I was 14 or 15….

http://nudismphotos.net ‘d heard some grown ups talking about nude beaches. I remember looking at pics on the net of nude beaches….
I ‘d never really given being bare much thought, and my mother (dad also) had never told me that being naked/bare was bad and they let me do whatever as a small kid…
but I began to wonder what it’d be like walking around naked with no motive, other than being nude in general..
so http://peenudist.com when I got in I decided to strip off my sweaty clothes and attempt it… instantly I felt better!
I stayed that way til mother got home. when she saw me bare she was like, ‘anna… why are you naked???’
I merely replied, ‘i was hot and I wanted to attempt what I heard you, dad, as well as your buddies talking about…..’
she was like ‘oh..alright.’ and left me alone.
when father got home he asked the same thing and got the same answer.
well, after that day I started going nude around the house more and more to get my parents used to me being naked on a regular basis.

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then one day mother sat me down in the living room and asked my why I was doing that. I just answered, ‘ive just started to enjoy being naked all the time….’ she didnt ask why or anything, which was a relief to me.
Finally I got up the guts to really go outside… and OMG! it was the absoulte BEST day of my life!!! Only the feeling of the sun and little wind was increadable!!!
I even told my best friend Meliah. (she used to be on here) and she’s since done essentially the same thing. im sooo happy for her!!!!

I’m Geoff from Australia. I am 47 now, but, like you, realised that I was a nudist when I was in my early teens.

I shared a bedroom with my 2 younger brothers, sleeping in the top bunk of a bunk bed. Our house was quite modest. I remember bathing with one of my brothers, Garry, right up to my early adolescents. My youngest brother, Ian, and sister Julie, who was younger still, additionally bathed together. At all other times, though, we wore clothing, though in the hot Aussie summers, it was frequently only shorts and undies. My sister constantly wore a shirt as well. None of my family were nudists, and my mum was from a strict Catholic heritage. I’ve never seen her nude.
I do remember all of us lads and father showering nude in the dressing sheds at the beach, and how frequently there were guys sunbaking naked in the open courtyard in the middle of the dressing pavillion. I did not think anything was wrong with that. When I was 12, I was at high school and my class went to the beach for an trip. It was an all boys school. I recall one of my classmates (his name was Geoff also!) taking off his swimmers and skinny dipping in a rock pool. I wasn’t quite game enough to do that, but I did have a very strong desire to swim nude.
While I did not swim bare, http://nudistszone.com did sleep naked. I’d wear pyjamas to bed, then take them away. They always appeared worn because I’d shove them down under the covers. I was never comfortable if I had to sleep in pyjamas.
I did not understand anything about nudism, and wondered whether I was odd or something, but I began to go nude at home when everyone else was out.

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I almost got caught nude by an elderly guy who used to visit us often. I ‘d really gone out the back door nude (it was early evening), and I needed to dart back in fast, shut the door, and act like no-one was home!
Another thing I did was to go to bed after than anyone else. It became my job to lock up the back door during the night prior to going to bed. I used this as an opportunity to be nude, even in the centre of winter. I adored being nude under the stars! Occasionally, I’d walk or run round the block nude (I Had have been about 15-17 when I did this). It was a bit daring, going by the houses of all the neighbours who knew me so well, with not a stitch on! The last stretch of the run was down the main road and round the corner into our street, and once I remember the driver of a car coming up the main road honking at me! That was a real rush – someone had seen me! I had never had the bravery (unlike other young people whose stories are on this website) to tell my parents I wanted to go naked. At the end of my final year of high school, I turned 18 and went on a trip for about 10 days with a number of my school mates and one of our teachers. We camped in the grounds of the neighborhood Catholic primary school and there were http://serv2.org . One night, wearing only a pair of Speedo swimmers, I went out by myself to one of the shores. I quickly took them away, and ran into the water naked. It was amazing! I made the decision to stay naked after completing my swim, and walked up from the beach to the nearby road. It was probably about 11pm, so I thought I’d go for a jog in the nude. I chose to put my swimmers down in a place I Had recall, so I could chicken out. It was such a buzz! Would you believe I accidentally jogged past the Police Station in the nude? Again, a couple of automobile motorists honked, but streakers were reasonably common then!
I first went bare in front of others of my age at a nude beach when going to University, and that was generally an extremely positive experience. It was also great to see that there were girls who appreciated being naked too!

I have a very tough job.

I do not work in a mine or something similar to that, but it’s a place that holds innumerable responsibilities, including the supports of hundreds, if not tens of thousands of individuals who work under me. I work pretty much 15 hours a day, http://peenudist.com per week. I also have a family that I see in passing; I believe I have three children right now, one girl and two boys. My wife used to be hot when I married her, but I haven’t seen her in three months and she could have grown an arm out of the side of the head, I likely would have missed it. I’m telling you all of this because you must understand why I go on a one-week holiday every year, all alone.
I take no one. I do not take my wife. I definitely don’t take the kids. I usually do not take my phone or my computer. As far as everyone I know is concerned, I usually do not exist for those 7 days. And I always make it my business to go someplace where it’s exceedingly unlikely I will meet any Americans. I usually do not need to hear our accents and I usually do not need to feel like I am on the same planet as the people I socialize with during the other 358 days of the year. Last year, for example, I went to Croatia, this small state somewhere in the Mediterranean, a great little nation with great beachfront and with astonishing food. But all of the tourist stuff does not matter. What matters is that my life changed while there. But I am getting ahead of myself
I got to this little spot where I was staying early in the morning. The sun was only coming out and I chose to take a walk down the shore before anyone gets up and comes to the shore. I was tired as hell and I lit up a smoke as I was walking down the seashore. There was no one there. Literally no one. A couple of seagulls and that was that. And then I saw a figure in the distance, coming towards me. A jogger. As he was getting nearer to me, I can swear to you that I really could see the planet in slo-mo. As he was running past me, I could see his sculpted body totally under his sweaty clothing. I could smell him, I really could feel his heat. And then he passed me and I forgot it by the time that I got to the resort.
The following day, I went swimming early in the morning and at the exactly the same time, he came running past. I watched him again and I understood he was watching me. Now, for a guy who has never had any gay encounters in his life, I was a bit confused that I was checking out this guy, this blond cut hunk that was running all sweaty past me every morning. I didn’t have the knowledge of what to believe. I mean, I was not afraid or anything like that, I am not an asshole. But it was confusing, that is for sure.
The next morning, as I was taking my morning swim, my new friend did not come running. He came by boat and just showed me with a gesture he wants me to come into the boat with him. I did it. I do not know why, but I did it. He told me his name was Andrei in the most delightful Russian accent English I ‘d ever heard and I told http://nudist-video.net .

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I asked him where we were going and he said that I would see.
When we got there, I recognized that it was this small, totally secluded beach where no one has set their foot in decades and where no one could possibly drift to. We disembarked and as we got to the shore, Andrei undressed and stood there before me, completely nude, with little beads of sweat running down his torso and with his fat dick hanging down. You can only imagine what occurred that day and I can tell you this, my first encounter, was something that I never dreamt would happen, let alone with a complete stranger, a Russian guy even. It was the very best day of my life. And that’s him. That is my Andrei.

I’m an early twenties, some what attractive English

male and now spent my first time on a nude beach now.
The shore was part of a bigger clothes-mandatory shore, but was segregated by a substantial rock embankment. Anyhow the day before http://nudenudist.com ‘d seen it and thought ‘Why not? Can not knock it ’till you have tried it. Get a bit of all over sunning’
So today at about midday I get to the shore in top and short pants. Absoultely terrified via this point I put the towel, stipped away and sprayed upwards a little. I’d brought a book to keep me distracted although I was http://yzaxe.com perplexed at how normal it all was. I was nude, and nobody cared! I promptly began feel disgust at the people who were walking through completely clothed to steal a peek instead of walking around the embankment. One other thing I also found was the age/gender equilibrium. Perhaps I just wasn’t at the proper area but the area was majoritively composed of males aged 30 and above. I was fairly sure I was the youngest there.
Anyway, through a mixture of nerves and being surrounded by naked people a specific organ began to stir. Of course I lay on my tummy, but it’d not go away. It was not entirely erect, but the type of semi variety that, when lying on your back, it lays to rest facing upwards towards your belly, instead of down towards the feet. After a while lying on my front I gave up the hope it’d go away I turned over with it lying on my stomach, hoping nobody would whine.

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I only stuck to my book and dismissed it and it did subside somewhat. Did I do the right thing there? I mean, at least I was not flaunting it and hopefully it wpon’t happen if I visit again.
On that note, I’m not entirely certain if it is my cup of tea. It may have just been the nerves of the notion, but once I was doing it I was pretty much fine. In future though I would like to take somebody with my instead of going on my own because I found the most comfort and relief was had when speaking to others.
So in the end I believe that it’s a case of if it is available I Will do it, as I don’t see much point in getting tanlines and wet swimwear, but I do not believe I could subscribe to full time nudism.

Of course, erections should be covered up!

Yet, they will occur dispite everyone’s attempts to prevent them because many of us are still making the transition from the textile lifestyle. Male physiology makes it impossible for a guy to remain entirely flaccid throughout the day.

Most kind guests at a beach or resort are terribly embarrased by erections and are asking for suggestions on this newsgroup on how to prevent them and how to gracefully make your way out when they do occur. A lot of us who are new to this life would also enjoy some assurance the problem will decline with time and better understanding.

A G string is http://nudismsite.com . Complete nudity is the standard state for guys together with girls. We need to learn new thinking and behavior, not return to the fabric world’s manner of viewing things. I have never seen male G strings for sale anywhere. Even if I could find one, I’d not wear it. Many naturists and fair minded cloth people would consider it more sexually provocative than mere innocent nudity.

A libertine or http://b-boyz.com/nudist-movies.html may occasionally drift into a nudist bunch, but I am not talking about them. Most naturists desire such individuals evicted from polite society.

I do consider it is useful to discuss etiquette and basic biology. I wish I’d learned some of these lessons when I was a lad, maybe of middle school age. It is not rational for kids to suffer in ignorance and silence because adults are too embarassed to talk about the facts of life and about fundamental nudist etiquette, even the less delicate subjects.

It’s been suggested that a public forum is unsuitable for such honest talks, because children may stumble upon it. I am hoping that parents and teachers are closely monitoring the Internet usage of children and providing some guidance to teens. I firmly believe that at some age, perhaps middle school, boys and girls should be reading the kind of info in this newsgroup and have their parents there to guide them through these topics that they’ll shortly be confronted with at the cusp of adolescence. To support my contention, I must call attention to the truth that INA has created a thread specifically to discuss problems like this.

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To GalSurfer: I am especially worried concerning the sensitivities of the female contributors to this newsgroup. I would like to assure you that I am opposed to sexual “flaunting” as you place it, since it’s demeaning and intimidating to those people who are forced to tolerate it. I think some of us made a poor choice of words by saying “arousal” without immediately explaining that in its mildest form, it might not be perceptible to the casual onlooker. I don’t understand any men of good will who would not fast retreat from public view if issues took a turn for the worse. If any readers do not understand how to behave, this forum can help immediately bring “newbie” conduct in line with our community’s standards. Improved to learn it here than on the seashore!

Love Being Naked

Several years ago after losing my wife to breast cancer and tired of sitting in my house, I decided to get out and try new things. I approached the notion of going to a nudist resort with caution, but the idea kept nagging at me.

I am in relatively good condition, etc., and finally determined to give it a try. Like everyone, the first time was nerve wracking. I paced back and forth nude in my room until getting up the nerve to really go outside. It was just a few hours, and I was hooked. I like going every summer now, as often as I can. I find it to be the most relaxing and gratifying thing I have ever done.

A Missed Chance

It was 1947 or 48. My family drove over to the coast. We spent the night in a motel at May’s Landing, NJ. The following morning Mom and Father were discussing where to go. Father wanted to really go to Sunshine Park but Mother wanted to visit Atlantic City. Eventually, they decided to ask my sister and I where we desired to go. We both decided Atlantic City.

Neither of us knew any thing about nudism and it wasn’t mentioned. I later located Sunshine and Health magazines in Dad’s underwear drawer after my sister went away to college and I inherited her occupation of putting away the laundry. I found the magazines fascinating. I enjoyed the images!!

I began to read the magazines and found nudism interested me. I discovered a newsstand that sold nudist magazines and began to purchase them to read. After I graduated from high school I joined the Air Force. At that time the law sometimes raided nudist camps so I stayed away until I was discharged.

It was while I was in college which I seen my first nudist resort, Zoro Nature Park in Indiana. It was when I’d become an associate of a resort in California that I recalled May’s Landing from the time my sister and I made the decision to visit Atlantic City instead. Possibly my family would have become nudist. I afterwards became a nudist, but I am the only nudist in the family.

Another narrative, when I ‘ve the time!

-George F.
Fallon, Nevada
From Skinny Dipping to Living Clothing Free

My first actual nudist experience was in 1994 when I went to a nudist resort since I liked to go skinny dipping like I used to at the YMCA before it went co-ed and required bathing suits.

As a child I were told that one didn’t go around naked, and while it was okay to alter clothes in the presence of other males surely it was not done in front of females.

My first issue was that I I was not certain how I could be comfortable nude in front of other people for a protracted period of time for no reason when I felt uncomfortable just being nude alone. I faced this by getting used to going around my home nude even when I didn’t have to be.

When I arrived at the resort I was met by a naked guy in the office who registered me and gave me the advice on the resort. I was then directed to a parking lot where I was met by another bare man who was going to give me a tour of the place. I undressed before the tour because even though no one knew me, I was not going to embarrass myself in public by appearing out of place.

My tour finished at the lake and because my reason behind going there was so I really could swim nude I went into the water.

Later I took a short walk by myself. As I passed other people a smile and “Hello” was in order, the lack of clothes was of no importance.

I returned to the lake for more swimming and sunning.

Before going home I took a warm shower in the round building that housed the showers. As the shower and adjoining hot tub made the drying area humid, I went outside. That did it for http://termx.net . I was dried by the gentle breeze along with the warm sunlight. That convinced me that this was how we were intended to be. There was nothing disgraceful about being naked. I finished the remaining visits and interviews as soon as I could and became a member.

Little did I know at that time how much I ‘d enjoy the relaxation of being naked. Since that visit I’ve joined other nudist organizations and attended lots of nudist events. I’ve been on a number of naked cruises and now live in a clothes optional community where I can be naked all the time except when it is too cold or I am going into town.

Now, for me, being bare is my lifestyle.

-George W.
Paw Paw, West Virginia
First Nudist Encounter

My first nudist experience was in early June 2010. After moving to Florida the previous year I started hunting the Internet for nudist areas and discovered there were several about 70 miles away. I always liked to try it and and did not know if I had the nerve. I went down to Paradise Lake Resort and after checking in and having a brief tour I quickly continued to undress in the parking lot and head over to the pool place. It wasn’t long before all my fears were gone. It felt so good to go into the pool and sunbathe with no bathing suit.

I met another couple that was there for the very first time and everyone was so friendly. My wife never did undress and more than likely never will. No one cares what your body looks like, it’s just a relaxed feeling.

Now I am a regular at Lake Como, can not wait for the weather to warm up so I can head down there again. Additionally , I took part in the Skinny-Dip last summer at Lake Como and had a blast. Once you go naked it is very hard to need to put on a bathing suit at a public beach or pool. There is nothing like the bare lifestyle!

-Tom B.
The Villages, Florida
A Model Nudist, Component Two

I eventually modeled for the regular figure drawing course during the spring term. Alas, the young lady who had introduced me to this new profession never saw me model. The figure drawing class was little, just five pupils, and I got really comfortable posing for them. Toward the end of the semester, the instructor asked me to model for her general drawing course. I agreed, and I was somewhat shocked when I showed up for it. The room was packed. I went ahead and took everything off and got on the model stand. The class went great, and by the time it was over, I did not want to get dressed. Practically everyone was quite friendly, and I wondered in case the nudity was what made people open up.

I went home that summer, and by then, I’d learned to look in the classified ads of papers for all sorts of things. I found an advertisement for a nudist camp east of Dallas called the Ponderosa Ranch. After my modeling experience, I needed to go and experience this. I went on a Tuesday in late May. I was buzzed in and told to drive to the office. As I went up the dirt road, I saw a naked woman on her knees on the earth, working in a flower garden. I went in the office and paid my day fee to the naked lady there. I went back to the vehicle and stripped down.

The camp wasn’t very packed, but I loved the pool and hot tub. A few adolescents arrived in the afternoon, home from school. I was not even 19 years old at the time, so these were close to my age. A couple of them vanished, but two girls returned, nude, and went swimming. It was such a liberating experience to be naked and free around other people, particularly people of the opposite sex, and not feel any angst or anxiety.

When I went back to the Ponderosa, it was on a Saturday, and there were many more people there. I remained for the weekly dance, and located http://youngnudest.com that I ‘d never felt. I still hate to dance with clothing on. During every excursion, I loathed to put clothing on and leave. And I despised the coming of cold weather.

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I am 44 years old now and quite active in my church. I still model sometimes, and I still want to escape to a nudist resort whenever I can. I’m fortunate to truly have a wife who appreciates nudism with me, and our kids have taken to it as well. I actually don’t ever envision a time when I could ever quit enjoying naked recreation.

-Dan H.
Fort Worth, Texas

My initial visit to a club was when I was still married to my first wife. I learned of a club near where we lived, so I contacted it and received an invitation to visit.

My wife was somewhat averse and consent to go only if she had the option of not undressing if family nudists pics didn’t feel it was right. I agreed.
When we arrived at the club, it was unsatisfactory, to say bbw nudist . It was little more than a few old mobile homes scattered around in a wooded place. Worst of all, there were only five men there, and they were all males! Three adult men and two teenage boys!
They were nude, and greeted us warmly and encouraged us to “get comfortable”, which I’ve come to understand is Nudist-Speak for “take your clothing away_. I did undress, but my wife did not. The men assured us they were anticipating some “families”, and that would mean girls, naturally, so we stayed and waited.
However , if no others arrived, my wife was getting restless and felt most difficult being completely clothed with six nude males, so we were preparing to leave. I did go to the pool, which was no more than a stock-watering tank and needed to cool off before leaving. Since the others were quite a ways away, my wife got her courage up and immediately stripped-off her clothes and joined me. While we were in the water, both boys came by and were obviusly interested by the fact my wife was now naked.
When we got out of the water, I told my wife I’d meet her at the vehicle after telling the others we were leaving. To my surprise, she went with me and was naked before these other men for many minutes before we did leave.
The men were experienced nudists and did not stare at her, but the lads were less able to hide their interest in taking a look at her, but to her credit, she handled it very well.
Unfortunately, that was our only visit to a nudist club collectively because we went from that place soon later. I wonder if any others have had similar experiences.