Though I’ve considered myself a nudist, or naturist, for about 9 years now (I’m 41) I

really began down the path to being a nudist right before I entered my early teens. How I learned of nudism I don’t recall. Since I was raised in an exceptionally conservative family I do recall that my parents opinion of it wasn’t positive. So I’m quite confident doing something that my parents would be against was part of my motivation for me at the time.
During the summer of 1975 my mom got a job. Up until then she was a stay at home mom while my father went to work regular. With my mum working now too it meant that suddenly I had the summer home to myself during the weekday.
I began by being bare in the house while they were gone to work. Generally I would just do stuff anyone might do but I would do it bare. One time I saw some sunlight coming in through the front door and decided I needed to get outside naked.
Now I should describe my area. It was an old blue-collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little larger than half an acre. When they built the neighborhood they did not contain an alley. At the far back there were two really old wooden tool sheds (which play a part in the story after), some trees, as well as a close jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the dwellings in the back. On each side of the back yard were other homes with just a wire fence separating the yards. This meant our property was open to viewing by neighbors on both sides. They had fences, trees, and constructions that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be viewed. The front yard was average sized with a driveway and no fencing or seclusion for most of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with another area street.
My first encounters going outside naked were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I’d look to see whether the neighbors cars on both sides were gone (being that everyone worked I assumed that meant no one was home) and then strip and go out the back door. I found it exhilarating every time I did this. So I decided to find more ways to be bare outside more frequently. Which meant I needed to find a way to be naked when my parents were home.
I made the decision to convert one of the primeval tool sheds into my own private naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it’d be my club house. Of course since I did not have a club I suppose that didn’t matter. It’d have just appeared to them like another one of those silly notions I had all the time. One of the tool sheds, which I guess had really been a rather good sized workshop long time ago, was in pretty good shape structurally but it was a disaster inside. Decades of dirt and junk had piled up. So I grabbed a broom and paper towels and started cleaning. Once it was clean (to use the word loosely) it was time to allow it to be private. So I got some trash bags, which were solid black, and cut the seams and used them to cover a sizable open part that faced a neighbor’s house. Since the tool shed was in the far back buried in the bamboo I was secluded from our house and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was bigger, gave additional protection from the view of the neighbors. I do not know how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or reading while naked.
But none of this was enough for me. So I made a decision to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I started scaling out my bedroom window nude at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the side of the house with a brick wall separating it from the neighbors. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while naked. But since it was dark no one could see me from the road. The only threat was if my parents decided to check on me and discovered I was not in the room. Slowly I began to walk further and further in the yard each night. Being that it was around midnight or after there wasn’t any traffic and no one was outside but me. Nor could they see me from any windows. At least once or twice I jogged down the block to the stop sign and walked back.
But this was not the biggest danger I took. At this time I also stopped utilizing the back door to get to my backyard when were gone. Instead I decided to walk out the front door nude, in broad day, and around the home to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I’d climb over the fence only for the experience. Anything to boost the sensation of being naked. And this was when I began climbing trees in the back yard, which was dangerous too.
Now comes the really foolish section of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I decided to take the trash outside while bare. Maybe I was nave and thought I could simply get away with this since I seemed to get away with so much else. Or perhaps it was the thrill of the risk of getting caught. Recall there was not an alley so crap pick up happened in front of the house next to the road. So here I go wearing just my birthday suit out to the road carrying a bag of trash. And ‘t you understand it some neighbor kids (who I didn’t understand) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a second. I turned and walked back in the home scared I was going get in big trouble. Nothing seemed to come of this over the following day or two so I figured it was cool. Boy was I wrong.
Later that week I went to a youth event down in Houston. Upon my return as I was dropped off by a friend I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they often did when the weather was nice. But when I came up I saw they weren’t happy. It was then that I learned the kids had told their parents who had called the police. The police had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher. Nevertheless , once they spoke to the children that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t talk and the cops agreed not to pursue it.
Now do not go believing I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote earlier my parents were very old-fashioned and did not approve of nudism. They just could not comprehend why I would do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this ended my outside nudist teen ventures to say the least.
Off and on through the years afterward I would still sometimes be bare inside while home alone. But even after getting married, my lovely wife and I did not go around the house bare. Afterward about 9 years ago I learned of Christian Naturists and discovered there was no conflict between my beliefs and naturism. In reality, I learned that they actually go together. By visiting naturist web sites I learned more of naturist philosophy and body recognition. While my wife became a household nudist I taken social naturism as really being a large part of my life.
Now whenever the temperature allows I’m bare at home. I’ve written numerous articles for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I keep two naturist web sites too as participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I am a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets together monthly. So now I am participating in social nudist events at house parties and naturist resorts. All my close friends are either naturists or know of and have no issue with my naturism.

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