 These are other people's First Experiences: (For ages I put the new stories at the bottom of the page, but as from 2015, the new stories now go at the top of the page) FIRST IMPRESSIONS - From David For us there never were any innocent children running around naked, we hadn't made up our own minds about this, we had been taught from the start that being naked was a “SIN” So, you were paranoid that someone would catch a glimpse of your little Willy and you would be condemned to Hell! We were told that “others would be offended” There was never any hint that the opposite might equally be true and someone might enjoy seeing your cock – but you didn't argue. This was bound to cause problems later when it came to the school showers, where you would be made to “SIN” through no fault of your own! - Yes, adults had moved the goal posts.
The boy next door was always very horny, when we played at Wrestling, it was his opportunity to try to have a feel, he would have an erection and soon the Wresting part became redundant. He said seeing another boys cock in the showers didn't count as only best friends would willing let each other see and take hold of it. He would liked us to share a bedroom simply to make this easy! This was of course pure fantasy as parents were never going to fall for that, so it couldn't happen- but it did serve to prove that never mind the rules, it was what he wanted. I would not a shy boy like me was a suitable subject for anyone's sexual fantasy, but clearly I was. We will never know who might have such thoughts, only the ones that dare to tell us and I could hardly blame him for telling the truth.
ART COLLEGE- Yes, the goal posts had moved again! Of course as 16yr olds straight from school, we had not chosen to draw naked people, but it was an integral part of the course no matter what you were specialising in. Now naked was OK... because ut was “ART”. After 5yrs you got used to it, but it set us apart from the kids we had sat next to in class a few months earlier – now we were Weirdos,we grew a hair long, had paint on our jeans and listed to Howlin Wolf. Obviously I became used to college Life Drawing Classes, I was amused by the idea of “Drink and Draw. Knowing I'm an Artist, sometimes a guy will mention his wish to pose nude – not for an Art Group, as they fear they would have an erection and be thrown out, but one to one. Well, the thing about being an exhibitionist is... you can't do it on your own, you have to have someone do the looking! The boy next door invited me to look, because he wanted me to, so look I did, clean forgetting to be offended as I was told I should be. Kieran'
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This is my first experience of a naturist beach with my wife, we were in our twenties then. It was totally new to me, and I have to say I was very jealous of anyone looking at her. It was the early 80's. We'd gone to France, camping on our own. My wife had grown up with parents who sunbathed naked, so it was no big deal for her, and in those days, almost every beach in France was bristling with topless women, and in many cases, naked men and women. We went to a beach, backed by dunes, in Brittaney. My wife automatically took off her brown bikini top. I watched her nipples stiffen slightly, and soon enjoyed the sight of her lying down exposed to anyone's eyes. I found it quite a turn on to see various men, especially the older ones, looking at her naked breasts browning in the sun. I took photographs, detemined to show a friend at home. The next day, we went to a different beach which was naturist. She had no hestitation in stripping completely. I followed suit and lay down beside her watching men walk by looking at us as they did. At one point a group of young English lads went past, all staring at her breasts and vulva, and I had to roll over as their lust was having an effect on me. When we got home, I waited anxiously for my pictures to come back from the mail order film processors. I was like an excited kid as I called in on a friend and showed him the pictures. He imemdiately pulled out an envelope of polaroid pics of his wife, who I kenw well, stripping and naked and then playing with a vibrator. We were both so excited, we ended up masturbating next to each other looking at each other's naked wife. That sowed a seed
and resulted in us going naked in Greece, Spain, France, italy
and, at times in the UK. I loved showing her off, and I eventually
persuaded her to have a threesome with another old friend. It
was incredible. What started as a simple bit of sunbathing became
a major driver in my sex life. Happy to discuss with other husbands
who had similar journeys It all began in
1961 when I was coming up to 15. I was in the 5th form at school
and as my birthday is June, most of my classmates were older
than me, some by almost a year. I have been reading your web site with interest from first experience to anal, fascinating reading my first experience was on a beach in France down near to La Jenny nudist resort never been nude before, just walked on to the beach not knowing it was a nudist beach but once there just though to myself why not , no one here knows me just do it, the feeling was amazing to feel the sun on me like that , at the end of the afternoon I walked back though the dunes at the back of the beach, as i was walking though the dunes i came across two young guys having sex, another first for me to witness two guys having sex, as i was watching i became aware of someone standing beside me, after a short time I felt a hand on my cock, now I have never had any interest in men but some how this felt good, the next thingIi know his kneeling in front of me giving me a BJ, amazing. After he had finished he stood up and placed my hand on his cock , the first time I had touched another man! I went back to the beach for the rest of the week and on the last day I had anal with a much older French guy, the feeling of a cock pushing up in to me, the feeling of being penetrated like let took me back to when I was younger I remember when I was about 12 I would insert a pen or hairbrush into my anus and loved the feeling without knowing why. I have had a few more experiences but want / need more, who knew that area of your body could be so sensitive and pleasurable. In 1970/71 we travelled to the Belgium/Holland border for a holiday with my two female cousins (they were 10 months younger than me and twins). I was travelling with them, my parents and younger brother and sister. The chalet was three bedroomed and I shared a room with my two cousins. My parents had a room and so did my sister and brother. On the second day we went into Holland and managed to slip away and find a backstreet adult book store (we had passed it earlier). The shop had magazines in the window, open at the best pages and all tastes were accounted for - bondage, animals etc. I went into the shop and had to buy quickly. I know I wanted cum shots but went down a blind alley in the shop. I was so panicked I picked up a magazine entitled 'Fourteen" went to the counter and paid. I was worried I would not be allowed to buy it or that my family would see me. As I left the shop I shoved the mag into my trousers. Not very comfortable, but safe from being caught. I was desperate to get back to the site and get into the communal shower block so that I could go into a toilet cubicle and have a wank. As soon as we arrived back at the chalet, I headed for the toilet block. I went straight into the end cubicle as it always felt more comfortable having a wall on one side. Initially I just sat and started to look at the magazine, page by page. It was a new experience for me as the models were close to my age didn't have bushy pubes. It was easy to see their pussies and the hair was downy. On some you could virtually count the number of pubic hairs. I was erect and had to undo my trousers. In fact I took them off and hung them on the toilet door with my pants. I was in heaven wanking slowly as I looked at the pages. When I got to the centre pages there was an advert for other Colour Climax publications (a sort of 8 or 12 pages inserted). The centre pages showed a daisy chain of male and females outdoors sucking and waking each other with some in the lower part of a tree. This was the first time I had seen males and females of my age or less in sexual activity and I was amazed. I felt my face flush and by skin tingle. I stood up and started to masturbate wildly pointing my cock to the side of the cubicle shared with the next cubicle, and looking at the daisy chain. Within seconds I was cumming and I managed to get the foreskin far enough back for the spunk to shoot on to the wall in five or six spurts. My legs buckled and as they did I heard a gasp from the next cubicle. In my haste and excitement I had not noticed a hole in the wall just above the toilet roll holder. A man was looking through and had watched my whole performance. I started to panic grabbing my pants and trying to get them on and consumed with guilt. He whispered through the hole to stop and look at his magazine and not to worry as he would not tell my parents what I had done. I hesitated but saw he was holding up his mag close to the hole, which was about the size of a fifty pence coin. I looked and saw the mag was similar to my one but the models did not have any hair at all. I was fascinated and looked as he flipped the pages over. But my then post masturbation guilt was setting in and I said I had to get back to my mum and dad. I wiped off the remaining sperm and dressed. I went outside to wash my hands. The man followed and used the basin next to me, telling me not to worry as what I was doing was natural. He said he would like to look at my magazine and would swap tomorrow at the same time. I was embarrassed and could feel myself going red, but agreed as I wanted to see his magazine. He said I could watch him through the hole playing whilst looking at my magazine. I hurried back to the chalet with the mag in my trousers. Back at the chalet I hid the mag under the mattress. After dinner I started to think about my magazine. As soon as I was able I slipped out and went back to the toilet block and went to the same cubicle. I covered the hole by standing an empty toilet roll centre on the toilet roll holder. I once again explored the magazine concentrating on the second half of the mag before going back to the more exciting centre section. After a few minutes I shot again but this time I dribbled over the floor in the same spot as before. My earlier deposit had run down the partition wall and pooled on the floor. I wrote on the wall "my spunk" and drew an arrow to point at the dried streak. The next morning I went over in the morning and went through the same procedure but chose a model and shot over her picture. I wiped off the excess put the magazine in my trousers and took in back to its hiding place. About an hour later my cousin told me she knew about my magazine and also knew I had got soap on it (she was naive luckily) and said she was going to tell my mum. I pleaded and she agreed but I had to do favours for her in return (non-sexual I may add). I agreed but needed a new hiding place. Later in the afternoon I took the mag to the toilet block and hid it on top of the cistern. Luckily because of the hole in the partition wall the end cubicle didn't get the same amount of use as the others. It was a high cistern but being six foot I could just reach standing on the seat. That evening before dinner I returned to the block and retrieved my magazine. I heard the man enter the next cubicle and sit down. He passed his mag under the side portion and I did the same. As you can imagine I wanted to see as much as possible before giving it back. This time I only undid the trousers and and stroked my penis slowly as I looked at his mag. There was only two models, one on her own and the other with an older man. The second one showed fellatio and the model masturbating the man. The final picture showed the man putting his penis against her pussy but no ejaculation. The juxtaposition was stark, a hairy older man and bald younger model. I couldn't hold back and soon shot this time getting myself covered in cum. It was on my hands, legs and pants. I should have planned better. I used toilet paper to clean up as best as I could. The man told me to look through the hole. He was facing me with a very large cock, wanking furiously. He shot his load against the wall and one spurt flew through the hole onto my roll neck shirt and onto his magazine. He made a lot of noise cumming and I was worried someone would hear. I passed his mag back, retrieved my one and went to wash my hands. Once clean I put the mag back on the cistern and looked through the hole. The man was still rubbing slowly and looking at his mag. "See you tomorrow he said" followed by "we don't want your parents to find out". I went back to the chalet full of guilt and regret. When we went to bed I was soon erect again thinking about the magazines. I went over to my cousins bunk beds and put my hand under the covers finding first her breast and then between her legs very gently. I was surprised to find a real bushy pubic area. She stirred and I got back into bed elated and started rubbing my cock. I fell asleep playing with myself. I actually didn't see the man again until the boat on the way home, but I did use the magazine and cistern. It turned out to be a real treasure trove as I found other magazines in the same location. I even got to see an animal magazine, which was revealing about what others got up to. However we visited Paris and Germany on very long days. Our schedule meant I was fitting in wanks when I could. On the plus side I got to explore my cousins at night. Their tiredness gave me ample groping time with less chance of getting caught. I remember sniffing my fingers and waking on returning to my own bed. On the way home we went for a meal on the ferry. We actually sat next to the man from the toilet, my waking buddy! He was with his wife and children and I was with the full family. It was hard to determine which one of us was the most embarrassed. I could feel myself going bright red and I could see he was going beetroot. An uncomfortable lunch! I have very fond memories of this holiday.
John's recolections of his first experiemces: I have followed Peter’s website for a few years and it’s always a great place to visit. Having seen people describe how they first discovered the joys of nudity, I thought I’d share mine. As a kid, our family used to holiday in the wilds of the Scottish Highlands and it was an annual occurrence for my dad and I to head off for a days walk up a mountain or two. Towards the end of the walk, when the August sun was beating down (Scotland CAN be sunny!) my Dad couldn’t wait to find some peaty burn - ideally with a waterfall - and strip naked before plunging in. After a good swim, he’d emerge and lie on a rock to dry in the sunshine, so of course I did the same. I must have been around 12 years old, so before proper puberty and remember the sheer elation of being totally naked in the open air and letting the sun touch every part of me. I also remember marvelling at my dad’s penis - a real mans man of a cock which was long, thick and circumcised with a huge glans head that shone in the sun. He clearly loved the freedom and so did it. It was something we repeated every year and as puberty came, pubic hair grew, my own penis began to change from boy to man and I was delighted that I had clearly inherited his stature. As a teen, someone showed my a copy of H&E - an A5 publication back then as I remember and while of course I loved seeing naked women, I also realised I enjoyed the male nudity content and their confidence in showing all on some beach or meadow. There was one shop that stocked it on the top shelf and I had to walk past it several times before plucking up the confidence to buy a copy from the gentleman, who kindly placed it in a plain brown bag. I grew older, started dating girls and whenever possible, a skinny dip or some al fresco sex was so much more exciting than being in a bedroom, curtains drawn. I met the special one, we dated, the sex was fun and we married. On our honeymoon in Greece, we found a nude beach and I was thrilled to lay in the sun without a stitch on. We went several times and while she didn’t go nude, she went topless and we both felt great. Before kids, all our holidays involved me getting naked somewhere - even on a wet and grey holiday on a canal boat where I’d steer the boat up a deserted stretch, to the bemused astonishment of my well wrapped up wife. When she was pregnant for the first time, we holidayed along the south of France staying on spec at a variety of places. One was in a camp site on the coast near Marseillan and when we saw crowds of people on the beach away to the west, we headed towards them. After around five minutes, an absolute adonis of a mid twenties guy walked towards us and he was completely naked. Several youngsters nearby giggled but I admired his absolute confidence. As we walked on, more and more were naked and we had stumbled across the huge beach at Cap d'Agde. Well, this was perfection and I was out of my shorts like a shot! We walked on a bit and then settled on the edge of a dune with our books with my wife commenting that she had never seen so many nude men before. Getting twitchy, I left her to go for a swim and the sensation of walking naked without a care in the world was so beautiful and sensuous. So much so, I had to stay in the water for a bit to let my arousal calm down. From there I could see lots of people walking through the dunes so I thought I’d head back that way and have a nice round walk. In my nativity, I had no idea that this was the gay cruising area until I got there. Two guys were kissing, another was being masturbated by an older guy and I walked on pretending I knew what I was doing. Once again, the heat of the day, the nakedness of being in the open air and the sights I had seen got things stirring again. On the soft sand, I didn’t hear this guy approaching and the first thing I knew was that a hand was on my penis and giving me a stroke. It was like a bolt of lightning and this German guy gave me a smile and another stroke. Caught in the headlights, and enjoying being touched, I reached out and did the same. With both of us hard, he led me to a clearing surrounded by bamboo and for the first time in my life, I watched as a man put his lips around my arousal. I thought I ought to do the same to him and we were both quickly sending streams of cum across each others body. It introduced me to a whole new side of both myself and what shared nudity could lead to. Of course my wife knew nothing of this and our journey continued the next day. In the intervening years, I have sailed with her naked in Croatia and Greece. We’ve holidayed in villas with pools, where I am naked the entire time (amusingly so when the pool guy arrived unannounced and went about his business without batting an eyelid). We moved to a large house with a private garden where I’d spend all summer naked and occasionally visit beaches like Holkham, where I’d revel at the sheer volume of space and thrill at the joy of walking several miles without bother and without clothes. On my own, I've discreetly visited clubs like Silverleigh, Eureka and Rio’s where my long and thick penis has been admired and often played with. As a runner, I used to go for a sports massage with an enigmatic and older Chinese doctor and he quickly understood that I was comfortable naked. While he never touched me inappropriately, his eyes would feast on my penis when I turned over and with his hands massaging me, I’d always sport an erection, which he clearly enjoyed seeing. On several occasions, with his tacit approval and delight, I’d masturbate for him and the thrill of a CMNM situation where I was confident in showing myself off in true exhibitionist fashion led to a healthy explosion across my chest, which he’d clean up for me. Now retired, my love of nudity is as strong as ever. Fortunately we have an unofficial naturist beach not far from home and on the hot days of summer, we’ll decamp there. My wife wears a costume while I’m unclad and on a busy day, there maybe 20 others doing the same. One joy, which my wife simply doesn’t get, is having long conversations with others who are naked. That confidence comes from both parties knowing we are getting the same buzz from our nudity and I for one enjoy helping my exhibitionist tendencies in allowing others to take me all in. On occasions when my wife isn’t with me, the predominantly mens beach becomes a little livelier and there have been several occasions where we have enjoyed some mutual stroking and tasting. As another poster has said in his essay here, I don’t feel gay, bi or straight. I’m simply enjoying my nudity, my body and the enjoyment I and others get from the same experience. And while my wife long ago stopped giving (or wanting to receive) any fellatio, it's wonderful that other guys know how we feel and can play without commitment or guilt. Most of the men on the beach are smooth so I now do the same and shave myself every three or so days. The feeling of smoothness is wonderful and it also makes me feel totally naked with nothing to hide. I’ve also taken to wearing a stretchy discreet rubber ring which sits in place directly behind my glans. It keeps my foreskin back and ensures the glands can be fully seen - and thanks to the slight pressure it exerts - my helmet always looks nicely swollen. It has led to several compliments and when the pre-cum leaks, I enjoy wiping it on to my finger and licking the sweet tasing sticky juice. One couple on the beach last year were both naked and the woman had a lovely taut and pert body. They spent most of their time taking photos of each other and I was so envious watching their inhibitions. But hey, I can’t have everything and after 42 years of marriage, we have much to celebrate. And the fact she is still happy to let me indulge my joys of nudity is good enough. I congratulate Peter on his web site and all those who contribute to it. It makes me feel part of a brotherhood and reassured that others are getting the same buzz as me. And a final thanks to my long departed Dad, who sowed the seed in highlighting what a joy nudity in the open air truly is! Chris originally wrote his 'First Experiences'some 15 years ago. In 2022 he added an update, which is at the end of his original post below: Dear Peter Chris's 2022 Update: In 2011, I saw
that there was going to be an attempt to set a Guinness World
Record for skinny dipping, at Llangennith on the Gower peninsula
in Wales, and my wife was up for it too. We had a great time,
as over 400 people stripped off for a bracing dip, and set a
world record! I had just joined Facebook and through the event
group page got to know some lovely people, some were regular
nudists, others only occasionally. As a result a few of us met
up for other dips and other events, so we also had camping, waterfall
walks with skinny dipping, beach events as well as naturist swims
in several places, though less so in the last few years due to
covid, etc.. Rose's story - a bit of Masturbation Discovery and First Experiences The story begins when I was 12 yers old and my parents split up. Actually, my father buggered off never to be seen again! My Mum was nothing less than brilliant in caring for my older brother, my younger sister and me. She could not afford for us to stay in the family home, and found us a tiny cottage in the country, a couple of miles from our former home. There were only two bedrooms - a double and a twin. The original plan was that she would share the twin with my brother John (14), while sister Jennie (9) and I would share the double room (and bed). The problem was that Jennie was an incredibly restless sleeper, and would wriggle and fidget all night long, frequently kicking or hitting me in her sleep. She was sleeping well, but I wasn't. Within a few days, I was falling asleep in class, resulting in Mum getting a terse note from school. Something had to be done! That somethIng was that Jennie would have the single bed in Mum's room, while John and I would have to share the double bed. I wasn't keen on the idea, but there was no other option. Before the new arrangement was put in place, Mum set out the ground rules. I was to go to bed first at my normal time, to be followed by John 30 minutes later. He was to undress in the bathroom and get into bed without disturbing me. She added that there was to be no funny business, without specifying what the "funny business" might be. For the first few nights, it all happened as it was supposed to, but come the weekend, everything changed. When John came to bed, he woke me, then dropped his pyjama trousers to show me his penis. Of course I had seen him nude many times before, but not for a couple of years, and never withn the erection he now had. It seemed huge at the time, but with hindsight and experience (lots of it!) it wasn't that big at all - probably no more than four inches. He was waving it around and I called him a dirty and disgusting creep. I turned my back on him and eventually he gave up and got into bed. The following night the same thing happened, but this time he wanted me to feel how hard he was. I told him I could see, so I didn't need to feel. His response was to grab my hand and guide it to his cock. He was hurting my wrist and said he would let go only when I felt him. I had no choice. I pretended to be angry, but secretly I was tintrigued by how his little pink sausage had become so big and hard. His next move was to come into our bedroom while I was lying on the bed, reading. Mum had had to go out, he said, and he wanted to show me something. He stripped off and climbed on to the bed, erect as usual. He then began to rub his penis until he started twitching and grunting until some fluid squirted out. I was shocked, disgusted and fascinated by what had happened. "That's wanking," he said. "All boys do it." "Then you are all dirty and disgusting," I said. From that point, the nightly routine was for him to turn the light on, wake me and then masturbate beside me. I tried not to look, but could not help myself. Inevitably, one night he said he wanted me to do it for him. Of course I refused, but he said that if I didn't he would tell Mum I had been smoking (It was true, I had). There was no choice, so I took hold of his penis and rather clumsily made him cum. Far from being shocked at myself, I found I had actually enjoyed masturbatiing him and immediately realised I had a bargaining tool and some power over him. Soon I was masturbating him at least once a day in return for him doing my household chores, helping me with my homework and giving me a cut of his pocket money. Occasionally he would have a friend with him and I would masturbate both them for an enhanced fee - living off immoral earnings at an early age! While all that had been going on, we had been introduced to "Uncle Maurice" who had become a frequent visitor. Strangely, nonne of us had any previous recollection of an Uncle Maurice, but Mum seemed happier and he was a nice man too. Before long, Mum announced that we were all going to live with "Uncle Maurice". He had a big house and she was going to be his housekeeper. The house was big enough for us all to have a separate room which put paid to my adventures with John. He began to have girlfriends anyway. I missed the bedtime fun I had become used to, and turned my attention to myself having been introduced to the pleasures of girls' masturbation by a school friend. Since then, one
of my greatest pleasures has been masturbation in all its forms.
There is nothing I love more than to see a man with an erection
on the beach that I go to, and if he is bold enough to masturbate,
then so much the better. Often I will masturbate myself at the
same time. Lovely! A footnote to all this is that Mum and Uncle Maurice eventually marrried, and when he left school, John went to work for Maurice. He did very well for himself, growing the business which Maurice handed over to him when he retired. John has shared his good fortune with Jennie and me over the years and we have remained close. When John had his 60th birthday, I asked him what I could give him as a present to mark such a significant event. He thought for a minute, and then said "You remember when we were kids, you used to wank me off? Well........" I was shocked at first, but then thought "Why not?" And so I did. it was fun and we had a good laugh about it. He now wants a repeat for his 70th in a few years........ Nick's story, again a bit of Masturbation Discovery and First Experiences I think I discovered
and learnt about masturbation the same way as most young teen-agers
in the early 80s did by talking to mates ,watching porn
videos and looking porn mags.... No porn hub on your phone back
then! It was a few years
later that something happened that cemented my love of masturbating
in front of someone. Nick's First Experience: I have wanted to
go naked on a beach for years, but ex wife would never let me
which I always found odd as she would go topless at drop of a
hat and wear the most tiny bikini bottoms possible. She had the
very big nipples and I could tell she liked people looking at
them, I also enjoyed that too. Paul's First Experience: I always enjoyed being naked and as a young child would play in our garden in Kent quite happily all day without my clothes. I should add at this point that I wasn’t brought up a naturist or nudist but seemed to have a natural desire to spend as much time as I could undressed. As I moved into puberty my own sense of my self developed and I naturally associated the innocent pleasure of play with the sensual feeling of the sun and air on my skin. I became aware of myself physically, of spontaneous erections, wet dreams and so on. Sex was never very far from my thoughts and I found many ways to privately masturbate regularly, often several times a day. During this period of growing up I found great pleasure, solace and relaxation in walking. I was very much a reserved and quiet boy, a loner, who didn’t have many close friends. This never worried me. I was happy and well adjusted. I used to find every opportunity for walking sometimes taking a train to the countryside and rambling all day, others simply finding a long way home from school. The summer holidays were the best time. I lived close by to woodland and would happily disappear on my bike for the day only to come back for dinner in the evening. How times have changed from those days of innocence. A favourite pastime was to ride to the woods, hide my bike and clothes under some scrub and go for a naked ramble. If I found a sunny glade ?’while away my time sunbathing and often masturbating. I invariably masturbated standing up and still do. It was on one of these times, several miles from my clothes and bike that I was caught by whom I can only describe as an attractive middle aged woman. I was mortified, with no where to hide I covered my erection and tried to back away. She simply took a step forward to my every step back. My erection wouldn’t subside and clearly I sensed the sexual tension. It seemed an age before she smiled and spoke, telling me not to worry and that she was just enjoying me masturbate. Would I mind continuing for her. I stammered and started to rub my cock fearing to ask my next question. How long had she even watching for. I didn’t need to ask because she said she had seen me several times. Needless to say it didn’t take long before I orgasmed with cum nestiling in my hands and dripping through my fingers. She simply said ‘lick your hands clean’. I had never tasted my own semen and to my surprise obeyed her and rather enjoyed the taste and texture. After she thanked me, promised she wouldn’t tell anyone and continued on her walk. I never saw her again but soon came to realise what she had surmised about me. I had a strong submissive and exhibitionistic streak. As I grew up more, married and came to understand my own self more it became clear I was also bisexual and the desire to both swallow my own cum and that of others has never left me, nor has the thrill of being watched. Rick's experience with a lesbian who had never seen a bloke cum before The weather was
grey and dull and it had been raining, I had a few days off from
work and I didn't just want to sit about doing nothing,
I enjoy being naked , especially on naturist beaches in
the hot sunshine, the only other option due to the weather
was to go to a naturist spa ........ I couldn't be bothered
to drive to Silverleigh spa in Kent as it is about an hours
drive away, so instead I took the train to Rios in Kentish Town
..... Antony's First Experience: One of my early
experiences was when I was 13 or so and at a swimming pool with One of the instructors
was there who I'd seen before a few times I thought, but He suggested taking
off the shorts as he couldn't really massage the area that he
I’m Dan, I’m straight and married with 3 kids. I’m 43, work in finance and live in North London. I’m also happy for you to publish any of this and include my email if you’d like. I’d like to tell you about my first wanking experience although it’s a long story. It has led me to be curious about men or at least the male body even if I do feel very straight. It has also given me a very open mind to nudity and I love being nude and being seen nude. This is a story about me when I was 12 years old. It is also a story about Steve who was not 12 years old. I am calling him Mr Steve Young, but this is not his real name. This is a true story and I t’s funny how most of the days of my childhood I cant remember anything about but some are crystal clear and I can tell you who said what and exactly how things happened. The human mind is so strange. I grew up in a very small UK town. Everyone I knew went to the same primary school and so when I was 11 and joined the secondary school everyone I knew was there too, as well as lots of new children from other schools in neighbouring villages. It was an exciting time, but also slightly worrying to 11 year old me I suppose. Anything new is. One thing that did help me was that my older brother was at the school too, although he was to leave and move away to university the following year. At least one other person started at the big school at around the same time as myself and my friends and that was a new teacher called Mr Young. He did teach maths a little (over the years I never had him as a maths teacher), but mainly we knew him as one of our PE teachers. When I was 11 I wasn’t a sporty child. I hadn’t been in any teams or learned to play any particular sports. So when we started secondary school and we all had to buy such a lot of kit and equipment, knowing we were going to be doing such a lot of sport was quite daunting for me. On the whole the teachers were kind in the first lessons and they explained the routines of the PE lessons and what we would be doing each week. Over the year there would be football and rugby and cricket and swimming and gym. Each lesson we would quickly change into whatever kit was required and at the end of the lesson a shower routine was very clearly laid out for us. We were told by all the PE teachers we had to shower with our clothes off and we could only take a towel into the shower area. So we did and didn’t question it. The towels were left on hooks and there was a bit of a one way system through the communal showers and boys would stand at each shower and rub the mud off their legs or whatever (never any soap involved). Some had deodorant to spray on afterwards but it wasn’t encouraged. Looking back the only odd thing was that each lesson one of the teachers would stand by the showers and check we were doing it properly, with calls of pants off, towels down etc. Mr Young also took us for swimming along with (oddly) one of the school bus drivers who was obviously also a swimming coach. The difference here was that they would get into the water with us in their (as it was 1988) small speedos and after the class they would shower with us, ‘trunks off boys, you cant shower and get clean in your trunks!’ I hadn’t seen many men naked, especially not one who was physically so fit and due to his hairy body seemingly so manly. I think a lot of the boys glanced twice when Mr Young was near us and nakedly chatting to his colleague. Over the years this would continue, with Mr Young and some of the the other PE teachers openly showering, usually after the boys had been through the showers, while we all changed back into our uniforms. I’m writing all this because it shows a picture of a time that was soon to change, with pupils not showering and certainly teachers not allowed to be naked in front of the pupils. Times were different. We were told we had to wear briefs under our kit and never boxer shorts for example. Teachers would often check, going along a line up of boys and getting them to open up the front of their shorts. They either wanted to see your briefs of your see that you had taken your boxers off and were going commando. My story really starts a year later though. As I say my brother had moved out and my mother had returned to work that year, although she was home by 5pm or 5:30pm most days so I was never left at home long after I was back at around 3:45pm. By this stage Mr Young, or Steve as I had discovered his name was, was known to my family too as he began to attend our church on a Sunday morning. He would come to church alone, but eventually I remember him coming with a girlfriend and as I was leaving the school I knew he had married and had a child, a little girl I think. I have googled him in more recent years and although he obviously no longer works at the school I have seen he does coach tennis in the same sort of area. I now realise that at the time Steve was probably no more than 25. Of course to an 11 year old a man such as him didn’t really look ‘young’, but thinking about it he was probably not long out of university when he started at my school. Each evening I would get home from school at around 3:45pm and the events I am going to describe took place over around three of four months I would think, during the winter of my second year at secondary school. So I was 12 and about to become 13. I don’t really remember this going on into the spring and summer months. I think the fact it was dark outside helps me to date it quite accurately. Anyway, one day when I had been home for a few minutes and I was alone there was a knock at the door. It was him, Mr Young. He lived around the corner so the back of his garden was just about on the side end of our garden. It was less than a minutes walk away. He said my mum had ‘contacted’ him as she was going to be a little late home from work. I think she was only planning on being about 30 minutes late and I think she just wanted him to know so I could go to him if there was a problem, although oddly she didn’t call home and tell me this. I believe I worked all this out much later, as at the time he said ‘come around to my house now’ and I could come back in time for when my mum was back. I think I assumed that was what had been arranged. I now think it hadn’t and I never asked my mum about it. So this first day, as it was getting darker outside, we went together to his house. On future days I would just go there once he had said this was what I should do. I was always back home before my mum and would often only go on what I remember to be a Wednesday, the day she was routinely back later from work. My mum worked at the time for the water company and I think she had to go home via a lab or reservoir or something those days. She was never back very late, she was always there before my dad and in time to make the dinner. That day was a Wednesday and Steve explained that on a Wednesday he spent the evening coaching tennis at a club in a nearby larger town. So he had arranged to be home from school sharp each Wednesday so he could prepare and have a light snack before he was due to go out for the evening. So this day we arrived in his house and the curtains were closed and he lit some side lamps. Steve explained he would take a quick shower and then we could have a cup of tea. He went off upstairs while I went to the kitchen. I was slightly concerned about the mention of tea as we didn’t drink tea at home and I was worried I wouldn’t like it but I couldn’t worry for long as Steve was soon back from upstairs with wet hair and a towel around his waist. The Kitchen was small and I remember the shape of it as it was similar to the kitchen we had in the house I lived in up to the age of 7, which was only a few doors away. Yes we had actually moved just around the corner! There was a small area of fairly old kitchen units, a back door and a small kitchen table with two chairs where I was sat. Behind this table was the radiator. Almost as soon as he re-entered the kitchen Steve took of the towel he had been wearing and put it in the radiator with some words such as ‘Just put this here to dry’. He went over to fill the kettle completely naked, as if this was perfectly normal. My eyes of course popped out of their sockets. What is going on I thought. Remember, I had seen him at school with no clothes on so I didn't just jump up and run away, I sat there and he chatted whilst quickly making two teas and finding some biscuits. As I recall that was all that happened the first week, although it must have been at least 20 minutes of nudity which, looking back, is very odd, to say the least. We went through to the front room after a while, which was open to the porch and front door, and before I had to go home he started to put on his tennis clothes, including his underpants, which had been in a neat little pile on the arm of a sofa all of this time. After I got home my evening continued as usual. What did I think of what had happened? I don’t know. I don’t think that first day I overthought it. Maybe I was a little excited to have made a sort of mature friend. I think that’s what it felt like as he had been talking to me like a friend and not like a teacher. Did I even tell my parents I had been to his house? No, for some reason I felt I couldn’t. Did I drink the tea? Yes, and it was ok. I still don’t drink a lot of tea. What might have been the next day or a few days later or even more probably the following Wednesday, I can’t remember, the same thing happened again. He called by my house on the way home, mentioned in future I should just go around to his and he’d meet me there. We went into his house, this time I noticed the white shorts and top in the neat pile on the sofa arm and I was put to work on the tea while Steve had a shower. He was soon back with me and in the same way took his towel off and put it on the radiator. Thinking about it he must have had the heating on otherwise it would have been too cold at that time of year for such a state of undress! This time we chatted and he would mention girlfriends and sport. He would talk about gym training and muscle groups and show me particular shapes on his body, which to me were very impressive. He would stand by the sink or sit on the other chair by me and be totally at ease with his nudity. I don’t think I had heard of the terms nudist or naturist so I suppose I didn't think it was that, I must have just thought it was the same ease with being naked I had seen form him and other PE staff at school. I remember soon after this started, so presumably this second day, he told me that when he was my age he would be at home alone after school too and he would often take his clothes off and masterbate. He asked if I knew what this was and I said no. I truly didn't, although I had just started to explore myself in a very small way, but I didn’t know what any of this was called. He explained what it was and why it was good and nothing to be ashamed of. He told me of some of the things he might think about whilst doing it and how this helped and felt good. Nothing more was said. Nothing more was done. We had our tea and he dressed before we both left for our separate evenings. By the third time I went around to his house I presumed a sort of routine had been set. He had a shower, he came to the kitchen and took his towel off, but then something different happened this day. He said ‘go upstairs and have a shower and then you’ll be clean too.’ He wasn’t asking if I wanted to, he was telling me to do this. It felt like at school when he would say to the whole class ‘In the showers, pants off boys’. So I did as I was told and he helped me to get the shower to the right temperature as it was an electric one above the bath. I had placed my clothes on the bathroom floor after he had left the room, but once I had finished and I pulled back the shower curtain Steve was gone and so were my clothes. Much later I was to find them neatly folded on the arm of the sofa in the living room next to his. Standing in his bathroom what was I to do? Well it seemed obvious. He had put a towel out for me (white, we never had white towels), so I put it around my waist and went back to the kitchen. There was Steve already naked, his towel already on the radiator, putting milk in the teas. He turned to me and said ‘Give me the towel I’ll put it next to mine.’ So that was it. I was naked too. And shy and embarrassed. I must have looked it as he said ‘Don’t worry you don’t have to cover yourself up, look (pointing) you have a lovely willy.’ He always called it a willy, which I didn't find odd at the time, that’s what we called it at home too. I had only been in the house 5 minutes and I knew there was at least another half hour until the time I usually went home so I do remember I was worried about how long it may be until I could get dressed. But overall I didn't worry too much, I didn’t even ask him where my clothes were. Steve put me at ease and as he chatted with me as a friend I felt I was able to reply to him comfortably, in a more easy way than I was able to talk to most adults. The conversation went down similar lines to the previous day. I remember the first time he leaned forward and touched me, explaining how good it would feel. Soon he had his hand right around me and I had an erection and he was showing me how to move my hand to make it feel good. And it did feel good. What didn't feel so good was the situation, but then my heart was beating very fast and I knew what it meant to have such a strong erection so I had to be enjoying myself and willing for this didn't I? I remember any embarrassment came from the fact that I was so hard and Steve wasn’t. We were sat in the two kitchen chairs and had our legs open. I was leaning back slightly and he was leaning forward, encouraging me, explaining that it was ok that my willy was small, that there was still plenty of time for it to grow to be like his. He showed me how his foreskin retracted and I was genuinely interested. I had never seen this before. I had never taken mine back like that and the overwhelming memory I have of that afternoon is of a boy who was at a stage in his life where he was a sponge for facts and any actual experiences of anything to do with his willy and sex. That was it. I didn’t ejaculate, neither did Steve, although he had become somewhat erect by the end and was obviously pleasuring himself, showing me how fast to go. We went through and put our clothes on and I went home. Ashamed? Not really. Excited? Yes. Confused? Certainly, but also curious. It was perhaps these are the emotions that helped shape the outcomes I would have from these experiences. Steve never once said ‘Don’t tell your parents’. He never once threatened me. It was much more like we were friends and obviously neither of us would tell other people about what we got up to when we were alone together. How he made me feel like that I don’t fully know. But I know now I was 12 and he was a grown man. And so a pattern was set. The following week he said we would be ‘more comfortable upstairs’ on his bed and that is how it stayed over the course of what was probably three months. I will try and describe what a typical half hour on his bed was like. We would both be naked, we had both had a shower. We always showered, once or twice together, him helping me ‘get clean’. We would lie on the bed and a conversation about how it felt last time we ‘played together’ would start. What girls I was thinking of or he was thinking of. We talked about girls parts and he described how sex worked for him and what he had done with girls. Always girls, never women. Sometimes we would be under the white sheets and sometimes sat up on top of the duvet. It was playful, with a lot of tickling and joking. There were many compliments about my body and my willy, which I did find odd as he had such a manly body. His penis was big compared to mine, obviously, but looking back, now I’ve seen a few more, it was only average on size. It was hairy, thick black hair and wide in girth giving it a heavy appearance. He had an open, loose foreskin that was very different to mine. At the time I didn't have any pubic hairs, but by the end of that same school year I was 13 and I had started growing some, just like my friends. I would usually be excited to be with him and learn more about sex. I never failed to have an erection and he liked this. He would often still be flaccid, encouraging me to feel his willy and explore it as it grew in hardness. We would masterbate each other and very soon we were having aural sex as he said it was the best thing we could do to show me how real sex felt. There was never any anal sex, talk of anal sex, mention of my bottom or touching of that area. He would often have my penis in his mouth and that is how we were positioned when I ejaculated properly for the first time. There was no revulsion or spitting out of what I had ejaculated so I presume he was enjoying himself. Although he would encourage me to put him in my mouth he never ejaculated in my mouth. I think this was because I was probably making it clear I didn't like doing this and also he may have felt this would be taking it a bit too far, even for him. If certain lines were crossed they would need explanation? What I do remember is he would always ejaculate stimulating himself with his hand. He would encourage me to have my hand on him too, but I guess I wasn’t very good at it. Whenever he orgasmed he was very vocal ‘Look at the end of my willy, watch it coming out’, ‘Oh an orgasm feels so good, so natural’. There were tissues by the bed. Even after we had done these things it was never a rush to get dressed and go. We would lie there and he would still play with my penis even though it has shrunk back to it’s soft shape. He was still perfectly at ease with his nakedness and with touching himself and talking about his body, my body and what they could do. It really didn't feel like he was a dirty old man because he wasn’t old and at the time what we were doing didn't feel dirty. We were literally always clean and he was kind and careful and I felt excited, cared for and mature. This all came to an end quite quickly. Almost as quickly as it had started. He said he was going to be leaving for tennis training earlier and so I couldn’t come around any more. He said he’d see me in school and at church and that I had now become used to being at home alone as if that had been what this was all about. I very quickly realised after it stopped that what we had done was wrong. But with this came the realisation that I couldn’t tell anyone, I was in the wrong too and no one else would understand what had happened if I told them about it. I presume Steve had come to a similar realisation that this couldn’t just continue as I got older and the best thing would be for it to stop. For some years when I was a teenager I wondered about my sexuality. Perhaps most boys do. What I was wondering about was almost exclusively to do with what Steve and I had done together. I wondered if what we did meant that I was gay. I thought not, as what I so wanted was sex with a girl. Over the years this has basically stayed the same. I have married and had children but there has been a secret. I don’t think the secret has been about my sexuality I think it has been about my sexual experiences. However, if for some reason I had the opportunity to have a sexual experience with a man again I might actually say yes, ok, lets do it. Obviously I wouldn’t in ‘real’ life because I am truly happily married. But do I have an interest in seeing if there is any sexual spark or feeling with a man all these years later. Yes I do, and without Steve I really think I wouldn’t. ------- An update from Dan.... Thanks for publishing my memories! Very happy. I thought I’d just let you know about my nude experience more recently. There are 5 areas I can think of where I’ve enjoyed being nude, at home, in locker rooms, at beeches, one holiday and one experience doing yoga. At home I live with my wife and 2 kids. A boy age 9 and a girl age 7. We are happy being nude one the whole (see holiday section later!) but at home I admit is is mostly me naked and often my son. I feel it’s very healthy and good for all of us to be naked and not hide anything from each other. I want my son to grow up knowing what a mans penis looks like and not to later expect he should look like a porn star! I have a gym fit body but very average 5ish uncut penis which is basically small soft. So he can get used to what an average man looks like which I think is very good. My daughter is also fine with me being nude around her. I suppose she’s used to it, but I can only see positives from being open and healthy. As for locker rooms I use the one at my leisure centre every day as I use the gym. There are always lots of men and boys in there and it’s a real and interesting cross section. On the whole it’s the much older men who are happy naked in the showers and locker area and the younger men who hide under a towel. But this isn’t always the case. Every day I may see an older man who comes out of the shower already in his briefs or a young man or boy happy totally nude and chatting with friends. I enjoy being with all the nude men and enjoy being nude and being seen. Beeches I’ve only been to by myself not with family. Both in uk and France. I’ve stayed away from the more sexual areas and stayed in the more naturist areas but even there in France I have seen men wanking and once a couple having full sex. It was ok but the best bit is just being naked on the beech and catching the sun all over. The holiday was the summer before last and was a family holiday for two weeks in euronat which is a campsite - French west coast. It was absolutely amazing. Wonderful weather, great camping (we were in tents but next time would pay for a caravan thing). There was a kids club for our two and we were in a family only area so many other mums and dads our age to make friends with. My wife was more comfortable with the mums so I hung out (ha) with all the dads most days. We played football, did archery, went swimming all nude a group of about 8 of us. One other Brit the others mostly German and French but ha all spoke English for us all the time! Such nice blokes and so comfortable nude. I would say from 30 to 45 ish in age. A real range of cocks of course but so nice that it was so comfortable to spend so much nude time with them from cooking bacon in the morning to opening the beers in the late afternoon. Also nice to be nude with all the boys and girls too. That’s it really it except for the yoga which was in US a few years ago when I was there on business. I simply saw an advert for nude men’s yoga and had to do it. A great group of lads and great fun. Although turned out I was the only one with a foreskin! Interesting. Patricia My first experience of a female was with my cousin was in 1962 when I was 9. My cousin Patricia was four years older. We didn't really have a lot of contact with my mum’s elder sister’s family as my parents didn't like the husband. They thought he was lazy and violent. However, when he was taken seriously ill my aunty brought Patricia over to stay with us whilst she visited the hospital. Pam arrived with only the clothes she was wearing and had to borrow a nightdress from my older sister. I remember it was a summers evening and the light was still streaming into my bedroom through the thin curtains. I remember the sound of the birds coming in through the open windows. When it was time for bed I remember I was in the room when Patricia slipped the oversized nightdress over her head before removing her bra and panties. She sat on the side of the bed and I started to put my pyjamas on, deliberately allowing Pat to see my bum and small penis. I remember she was laughing and I was feeling very brave. It took me a long while to change, always pretending to clumsy rather than just rude. We were sharing a 4 foot bed. As we got into bed (I was sleeping against the wall) I saw down the top of the nightdress and could see Pat’s small puffy nippled breasts. It was like an electric shock and I had the same reaction as to my dad’s magazines - an immediate tiny erection! I told her I could see her boobs and she laughed, but at the same time making sure the top gaped so that I could still see them. I leant forward and put my hand on one of her breasts and she just lay back down. I put my other hand in the side of the nightdress and held the other breast. I was in heaven, but had no idea what to do next. Pat took over and moved my hands around over her breasts, her breathing changed. We were both enjoying ourselves. After five minutes Pat took one of my hands and moved it between her thighs. It was a real surprise for me as I had only seen my dads magazines, which were air brushed, and to feel a moist area with a downy layer of hair was a revelation. Naturally I did not have any idea what I was doing, however, Pat knew what was required and started to move my had up and down between her legs. My fingers were being used to rub her clitorus although I had no idea. She was using my fingers to masturbate herself. Because I didn't know exactly what was going on I really wanted to focus on the breasts. I was something I knew about from the magazines. I put my hands back onto her breasts and rubbed the nipples until they became very pointy. Pam moved her own hand between her legs and used her other hand to hold my penis. She was trying to pull my foreskin back, which was uncomfortable. I now know she was trying to wank me. After a little while Pat’s breathing changed and she started panting and making odd whimpering sounds until she went stiff and let out a long moan. I thought I had hurst her breasts and took my hands away. Pat carried on doing something with her pussy for a few minutes before she grabbed my hand and pushed my fingers into a very wet pussy. Rather than being pleased I was shocked as I thought she had peed on my hand. I tried to pull away but she held my hand very firmly trying to push my fingers deeper and pulled down on my penis. She was wanking me and trying to give me a real experience of her pussy. If only I had known what to expect it would have been more enjoyable. She made me smell my fingers and said “thats not wee its love juice”. I wasn’t convinced! She gave up on her pussy and put her head under the covers, took my tiny penis and put it into her soft, warm and wet mouth. She didn't suck, just held it between her lips and ran her tongue around and around. I didn't know what has happening but I knew it was nice and very, very rude. I fell to sleep with my penis still in her mouth. I later had a circumcision as I was diagnosed with an over tight foreskin (see Peter's page on circumcision). When I woke up in the morning Pat was gone and I had a very sore penis. I guess, whilst I had been a disappointment, she had continued trying to get my foreskin to move back or had given me a wank or sucking. Whatever it was I slept through it and was uncomfortable for days (I didn’t mention this to my mum). That night her father had died and we never repeated the experience. We certainly never discussed what had happened and didn't really see each other very often as we moved 120 miles away in 1964. Always happy to chat about my experiences, John. Introduction to Jon's Life During the school summer holidays from when I was 10 I used to spend a week with an "Aunt and Uncle "who lived near Longbridge in Birmingham they used to drive up and collect me and deliver me back to my parents. They were slightly older than my parents had no children and were very happy to have me there to take me out and about and spoil me with all the things parents never did. It was our secret. They looked after me very well, after tea Mary used to bath me and get me ready for bed, very similar to what my mother used to do when I was younger. I thought it was a bit strange but went along with it, it was quite nice. As the week went on the washing became a bit more intimate but it didn't bother me because mum used to make sure I was clean. On the last night we were late back so Harold, the husband, went to get fish and chips. Mary said as we were late she would have a bath with me to save time. I had seen mum in her underwear and briefly naked but she was mum. Mary stripped off and as the bath filled she undressed me. I was 9 and it was a little bit frightening but exciting seeing a woman naked and close to. She got into the bath and soaped me which seemed to take a while paying a little more attention to my still pre pubescent willy. She then asked me to soap her, she guided me over her body to places I had never been. Harold came back with the fish and chips, he came to the bathroom and watched for a while and then helped dry me and Mary. Luckily he had put the fish n chips to keep warm. We had the fish and chips. I was in my PJs and Mary in a loose dressing gown. When we had finished Harold went for his bath and I helped Mary clear up. We then watched TV sitting on the sofa, me in the middle in my PJs and they in there loose robes. They became more and more loose and I could see more and more of their bodies and they were guiding my hands over them which was both exciting and frightening. Soon they put me to bed and it the morning all was normal and they drove me back home. I wasn't sure about what had happened, I was very excited but slightly scared, no way was I going to mention it to my parents!! The next summer, I was 11, and had developed a bit. They picked me up and when we got to their house we started where we had finished last time. It seemed normal there and less frightening. Bathing with Mary became a little more intimate, discovered places I wasn't sure about but she enjoyed it. I was still pre pubescent but had grown a bit. Harold joined in and he bathed me on alternate nights. He got me to wash his penis and it became very big and hard I had never seen anything like it, my willy did not stiffen but it felt good. The next night it was Mary's turn and she lay back in the bath and got me to lay on top of her, my face in her breasts and my legs between hers.This was very exciting and Harold came in naked to watch and his penis seemed huge and very hard. Afterwards it was on to the sofa to watch TV in our night clothes and lots of touching, I was finding it very interesting and things were happening to my penis I wasn't sure about but it felt good. On the last night
things moved on, very quickly. Harold and Mary disposed of their
bath robes and they hid my PJs and we were naked on the sofa.
Their hands stroked my body and they guided my hands over their
bodies, very exciting. Mary started to concentrate on my mini
penis and it became hard, a first!! Harold became hard and guided
my hand to his penis and moved my hand up and down it, it was
so big and hard and was very hot. He got me to do it faster and
Mary had her breasts against me and continued to stroke my mini
willie. Then Harold shook and his penis spurted hot white liquid,
Mary lent over me and licked it up. The next morning we set off
back home. Mary asked me if I'd enjoyed the week? I told her
it had been fun and can I come next year? They both said of course
I could but don't let mum and dad know what we had done during
the evenings, it was our secret. Mary went to make tea and Harold was standing by the window, he told me to come over and kneel in the chair near the window. We were looking out of the window and he took my hand and put it in his open trousers onto his hard cock. It was huge, hot and hard, my hand barely went round it. He then guided my hand up and down. I found it a great, exciting feeling, then got my other hand and put it round his balls. It felt great and I was enjoying it. Mary then came in with tea so we finished and went to the table. Mary asked if I'd enjoyed it. I certainly did. They both washed me before bed, I was standing in the bath, they both said how my penis had developed as they soaped it and yes it got hard like it had never been before. During the week Mary had to go into work so it was just me and Harold. We spent much of the time naked and he introduced me to many things, mutual masterbating, cock sucking ( I could only get his tip in my mouth), lying together naked, looking at porno mags. A whole new world and I eventually came in his mouth ( a dribble). After work Mary joined in during the evening and I discovered more about the female body. A boy of 12 and I had been introduced to so much. On the way home I said I was looking forward to next year and they said we will do something special but wouldn't say what. When the next year came my leg was in plaster and Mum and Dad said it would be better if I stayed home as there were hospital appointments. By this time I was 13, I had developed and was a "big boy". I'd filled out and had developed some body hair. Who knows what would have happened if I had gone with Mary and Harold??? The next year I went away with a group of friends and family and only saw Mary and Harold occasionally, nothing was ever said!!!! My Introduction to Nudism This follows on from my experiences with my "uncle and aunt" when I was young (10-12). In my teenage years was confused about sex, being naked and girls. I had girlfriends, went out with the boys but being naked was never on the agenda or even available but it was in my mind. How was I to experience it? I secretly bought "Health and Efficiency" and other books but that wasn't what I wanted. In H&E there were stories of foreign places were you could go naked and clubs in UK, BUT as a single young man it was difficult to get in. My lucky break came when I was 21, the summer of 67. My job took me down to Cornwall for 6 weeks. Paradise for a young single man? The older guys were off drinking etc during our off time. I decided to explore Cornwall during my off time. I remember from my reading of H&E etc beaches in Cornwall were noted for nude bathing, Holywell Bay just south of Newquay was mentioned. So, after work one day I went to find it. When I got there it seemed quiet, good sandy beach with couples and family groups scattered along the beach BUT no nudity. However behind the beach was a big area of sand dunes which appeared to be a good place to explore. This I did, they appeared to be empty. Great, I found a nice hollow in full early evening sun. I settled down with my sack , towel, swimmers, snack and water. I was very fit playing lots of sport and had a good body, I was fair and had little body hair. After a few minutes all seemed quiet so I bravely took of my swimmers. There I was totally naked - just what I'd been waiting for a long time, bliss. I lay back and put my sun glasses on and relaxed in the warm sun, bliss. I don't know how long it was but I caught a movement to one side, I froze, there was an older man, clothed, walking away from my hollow. He disappeared, had he seen me? Had he been watching me? How long was he there? It felt good to think he had studied me. Would he come back? I hope so! I opened my legs and stroked my, by now, stiffening willy and settled back. I didn't have long to wait, he came back and slowly walked at the edge of the hollow looking down at me all the time. I lay there not moving but feeling excited having this guy appreciate my naked body and stiff willy. After a white he came back with another guy, they stopped and watched me. I showed no movement except for my cock being very stiff by now. I was buzzing inside but remained still and relaxed. Then I sensed movement behind me and 2 more guys walked past me and joined the other 2 guys. The 4 of them stood watching. What should I do?? Four older guys dressed and me naked ??? I sat up and then stood up, took off my sunglasses and moved towards them, still with a stiffened cock. They didn't move so I said "Hi". Nothing! no reaction, they just looked then turned and walked away????? I persevered and went a couple of times more with similar results, probably the same guys. Not a good start. But I had felt how good it was to be naked in the open air, the sun warming your body, swim naked and the wind blowing on my "parts". I was not going to give up!! It did eventually happen a few years later but not in ways I expected it to happen. Antony's Story Hi Peter, cannot
resist my first masturbation experiences. I was 12 years old
and was a late developer. Did not know what puberty was. I suffered
from asthma and eczema. I had no pubic hair and would not get
showered in gym classes with the rest of the boys. I liked to
look at them naked and wished I could be like them. I was small
for my age. There was no sex education school. No education from
parents being catholic. I think even today the penis is a work
of art. Now I am 60 Fabulous website.
Why is everything so taboo theses days. Barry's First Experience My first experience of being naked in public was when I was about twelve years old. I had finished school for the day on a very hot sunny summers day so, living by the sea, I decided to go to the beach first before going home. Well, having got to the beach I realised that I did not have any swimming trunks with me so would not be able to go in for a swim. Now as this particular beach is quite long and open with just a high wall on the landward side and, more often than not, deserted of people I suddenly thought, why not, let's go in naked, there's no one here to see me, so I did and oh, how I loved it. The feel of the sea breeze against my naked body was wonderful. I remember swimming around thinking how strange it all felt not having any trunks on but how nice it all felt, I was really feeling great. Leaving the water I walked up to where I had left my cloths near this wall thinking, why not really enjoy the moment of being naked for the first time outdoors, the first naked swim I've ever had and yes, why not indeed, my first naked wank out doors. That was a fantastic wank and I was really enjoying it when suddenly it happened, the cat calls, the whistles and the laughter coming from a group of workers leaning on top of the wall looking down at me. Rather than being put off and perhaps running away I thought, no, I rather like these men watching me wank so I just carried on wanking as though those men were not there. Since those days of yesteryear have long gone I have been to many a nudist beach in both this country and abroad and enjoyed every minute of it. Quite the exhibitionist now for I don't see any harm in letting people see me with a big hard on nor do I mind if they see me wanking. Like many others, I always considered myself as being heterosexual but have now realised I am in fact, bisexual. It is nice to have sex in the dunes with men, women or even both. I sometimes go to nudist clubs and have been to a gay nudist camp site a couple of times now. Whow, that was an eye opener, loved every minute of it, erect cocks everywhere. I lost count of the number of times my cock got sucked and all this was out in the open, no hiding in tents or caravans. Now in my 70's, things have naturally slowed down and I don't get to the nude beaches or clubs very much but I do carry on with being naked at home and in the garden and still wank a lot. Since I got married there has always been one big draw back to the marriage and that is my lovely wife, she just cannot understand why I like being naked, nor does she like me talking about sex. She went off sex years ago. Thank goodness I can still enjoy wanking and meeting up occasionally with other like minded people. There you are, my first experience which has taken me through life to many more wonderful experiences.
This is a fascinating story. At first you might think that it is an 'one off' story, but it is the kind of situation where if it happened to you, then you might not want to talk about it. Has something like this happened to you and are you brave enough to talk about it? If so let me know. ------------------------------- With regards your
article on masturbation my first experience was under strange
circumstances. Gerard's First Experiemces: My earliest discovery that I enjoyed being nude more than clothed was when I was very young and I used to slip out of my pyjamas at night and sleep naked. I loved the feeling of freeedom and the softness of the bedclothes on my body. From that I used to to try to find opportunites to be naked as much as possible - usually in the form of dares with friends. Once of my friends had teh same interest and when I used to visit his house to play we used to dare each other to streak in the garden which I loved to do! I went to a boarding school at 8 years old and to senior school at 13. At that school I remember being de-bagged (stripped) a few times as a prank and really not minding at all. When I hit 15 or so, I had a shared room and started to spend a lot of time naked. It was an all boys school and I used to play a lot of sport. I'd return to the boarding house to shower and then wear nothing but a towel casually draped over me. That's when I discovered the joys of of going for naked walks at night. I'd strip off and walk straight out of my boarding house and wander around the town, which I used to find very exciting. My secret got out when I got locked out one night and had to wake up a friend to let me in. I got a bit of repuation from that point, but it allowed me to be more open about my nudist life. For whatever reason the reputation went hand in hand with being gay and that's how everyone started to treat me. I was a typical boarding school boy really so although I'd had a couple of encounters with friends had never considered myself gay, but being a nudist really opened doors for my gay sex life at the time. I also found out that I really enjoyed exhibitionism and being nude in the cmpany of clothed people. At university I spend all the time I could in my room nude and was very open with all my friends. I was a nudist and bisexual and made and that seened to make me quite interesting! I had a few visitors who were in the closet and used to pop in for some naked time. My next stop was Spain, where I spent a year teaching and used to visit a nude beach as much as possible. That's where I first saw a guy with a smooth groin. I thought it looked amazing and just 'so naked' so from that point I started to go smooth myself and pretty much lived naked in my apartment that I shared with a couple of other teachers. They were very comfortable with my nudity, but mostly fascinated in my smoothness, which in the mid 90s was quite unusual. Back home I discovered the joys of nude beaches - mainly Studland - and also stripping off whenever I got the chance out and about. A lot of my first experiences and best fun have been had nude, so it's something I am very happy to be able to enjoy. Bill's First Nudist Experience. Being nineteen
years old in 1976, in Greece, with three Australian girls I'd
met in London(one of whom was my girlfriend, Sam, her best friend
Liv and sister Julie) was a golden time in my life. Len's First Experience: Hello Peter, thoroughly
enjoy your diary pages, would like to add my own experiences.
I was an only child
of parents rather older than those of my friends. Mother and
father would certainly not have approved of any public nudity,
and even at home we all kept ourselves covered except when washing.
I always wore pyjamas in bed until I was about 10 or 11, when
one day I was very hot one summer night and decided to take them
off. The result surprised me. For a start I felt even hotter
in a strange way when naked under the sheet and my cock started
to get stiff and feel quite sensitive. It was like the feeling
I had had a few times in the gym at school when sliding down
a rope. Needless to say, that night I not only discovered how
good it was to be naked, but also experience the joy of orgasm
for the first time. Of course it was unproductive, but the sensation
was amazing and very addictive. I woke twice in the night to
repeat the experience. Mum probably wondered why I looked so
tired that morning. I had put my PJs back on before she came
to wake me, because I was embarrassed and a bit ashamed of what
had happened. Alan's story: When I was a kid, I was a scrawny - little guy . . looked younger and smaller than my age. . . in all ways . . . When I was 13 . . I looked 11 or so . . . . . a lot of the kids would get work doing odd jobs . .cutting grass or stuff like that . . there was a lady of about 40 or so years old and weighed about 160 lbs . . that lived at the end of the road that we lived on. Her husband would go away for six months or so to find work. He was usually gone for most of the summer. Her name was Sophie. My mom asked me to go and see her as she needed someone to cut the grass but couldn't afford to pay anyone for it. I wasn't doing anything so I didn't really mind. It was a nice hot day and I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. There was a lot of grass to cut and I worked up quite a sweat . . . When I first got there she gave me a big hug . .and sort of pulled me nice and close to her chest . .she had bit tits and she sort of squeezed me in between them. I felt real nice. As I was cutting the grass, I passed by the clothes line and there was real nice looking underthings on the line. I wasn't used to seeing fancy undies . .my mom just hung up some old white cotton ones. I felt tem and it was nice .. soft . .like . .satin or something like that. When I left, she did the same . . hugged me into her big soft tits. Next week when I went to cut the grass, there was some fancy undies on the line again . .black satin panties and bra and what I later found out was a garter belt. I had never seen one of those before. I felt them and rubbed the crotch of the panties. I heard Sophie so I quickly got back to mowing the grass. After I finished, she invited me in for some cool lemomade to drink. She said that she appreciated all my hard work and that it really hurt her back if she did that stuff. When I finished my drink she asked if I would mind rubbing her back as it was acting up. Seemed like a reasonable request . .you gotta remember that I was pretty naïve . . In retrospect I guess she had a plan ! Anyway, she laid on the sofa face down. Sophie was wearing a pair of loose fitting shorts and a blouse. She pulled the blouse up from the bottom a bit so I could rub on her skin on her lower back. She kind of purred and said that I was doing a really good job. All the while, pulling her blouse up a bit more as she good. Then she picked herself up a bit and undid the buttons on her blouse so she could pull it up to her neck and I could rub her whole back. It looked really nice to me. I must admit that I was getting an erection of sorts. My hands kept get caught up in her bra , , and so she reached around somehow and unhooked it and pulled it apart. I had all of her back free from anything. I couldn't see anything .. just her bare back. The bra she was wearing was a black satin and lace one. It looked very nice. After a bit she asked if I could rub the backs of her legs as well. I was eager to keep doing anything she asked me to. I started at her ankles and went upward to about the middle. She asked to rub up higher which I eagerly did and reached to about where her shorts ended and then she reached down and pulled her shorts up as they were quite loose . . .pulled them up so that I could see the bottoms of her black panties. I wasn't sure how far I should rub but she took my hand and pulled it up all the way to her panties and then on her panties . .I couldn't believe I was feeling her bum through her panties. She sort of purred again and said how nice it felt. Then she said that she should rub my legs for a bit. I was a bit disappointed as I wanted to continue touching her. She told me to lie face down on the sofa. As we changed positions, she sort of held her blouse together with one hand. Now I was lying down and she started rubbing my bare legs up to where my shorts ended. Then she said that she liked it when I rubbed her panties and asked if she could rub me there as well. What could I say ! ! ! Anyway, she reached around my waist and unhooked my shorts and pulled them down. She rubbed the tops of my legs and then she put her hands on my white undies and as she reached up more to rub, she slipped her hand under my undies and onto the bare skin of my bum. Wow, pretty exciting. She asked me how that felt. I told her it was the best thing ever, then asked if I would do that to her. Wow . .would I . .what a question . . Sophie and I changed positions and this time she didn't hold her blouse and her bra was sort of hanging loose, however, I didn't actually get to see anything. When she was getting down on the sofa, she slipped off her shorts so I get a great view of her black satin panty clad ass. She lied down and I started to rub and she ask me to pull her panties down so I could rub her bum better. No one had ever ask me to do that before . . let alone a real live fully grown woman! I pulled them down and got a look at my first real female ass . . I rubbed and rubbed and Sophie seemed to be breathing heavy. I did this for about 10 minutes or so I think. After that time .. she said that I could stop now and that it was getting late. She said that if I liked what we did, we could do some things again next week if I wanted to. I jerked off just about every night for a week. I didn't know what to expect but was eager to find out. On Saturday I got to Sophie's house about 1/2 hour early. I got on with my chores and got to look at her satin panties on the clothes line. This day they were red. They felt real nice to my touch. I worked extra fast that day . . hoping that Sophie hadn't forgotten what she had said last week. When I finished I knocked on the door to tell her I had finished. Sophia invited me in for a cool drink. Today she had on what looked like a bath robe but it was short . . it ended just above her knees and was loosely tied at the front. I drank quickly. She asked me if I would like to rub again. I said YES! Sophie laid face down on the sofa and told me to take off my t-short and short pants. Once I had done that, she reached out and pulled my white undies down and told me to step out of them. Then she pulled her bath robe up from the bottom the reveal her bare naked ass. She told me to get up on her and rub her back. In this way my cock was pressed in between her ass cheeks. As I rubbed her back, I would push forward in a way to rub my cock on her ass. Well, it didn't take me long to blow my load. I was very ashamed. Doing such a thing with this woman. I thought she might kick me out of the house and tell my mom. But instead, she said that was ok. That's what happens to men when they like a girl. Then she asked if I liked her. Wow . .did I like her ! ! What a question. I told her she was the most beautiful woman I ever saw. Of course, she was the only woman I had ever seen (naked). She said that it was fun what we did but that I could never fuck her as she was a married lady. I didn't know what to make of what she said. I had never heard a woman say such a word. She got up and told me to wait there . . in a minute she was back with a nice warm damp cloth. With it, she took hold of my limp dick and washed it off. It felt great to feel her hand on me. I started to get my 4 inch erection back again. Once she cleaned me up . . . she bent over and took all of my cock into her mouth and began to suck on it. I lasted a bit longer than last time but not by much. When I was about to cum, I tried to pull out of her mouth but she kept me in and swallowed all I had. After that, she told me to get dressed and go home. And to come back next week. And of course, I did come back next week. That week, I got to see her hairy pussy and I sucked her tits and fingered her cunt on her instructions. I also got to lick her twat as well. This became our pattern for the summer and then her husband came home in September. After that I never got to see her again. Sometime the following spring, they moved away somewhere. Rick's Story Nudism experience (inc Masturbation): As a kid, I didn't really have many times I can remember of running round with my gear off. My family was far too strict for that. It was taught that to be naked is dirty and weird, except at bath time. This obviously took its toll, to the point I wouldn't want to ever be in the altogether. This changed one day when I was dropped off at a then family friends house, their daughter and I were the same age, it was a hot day so we were aloud to run round under the sprinkler (as you do). I had been dropped off quickly so I had no shorts etc. Mrs J (Not her real name) got me a pair of her sons briefs so I could wear them. (Her daughter -call her L, was in a bikini) It was the most skin I had ever shown to that point, so there we were running back and forth through the spray, when L said that the wet swimsuit felt weird. I asked her want she meant, she said that she and her sister normally ran under the sprinkler naked. She asked if I wanted to try, I said I wasn't sure. So she went ran inside and asked her mother. It wasn't an issue, she walked back out, she had already removed her suit. I stared in shock, the first time I had ever set eyes on another naked person, let alone a girl. I hesitantly began to remove the borrowed briefs, she tugged at them because I was taking too long, I was that nervous it wasn't funny, it just felt so wrong. L soon took my mind off that by tagging me "you're it." She said and ran, so I chased her, by the time I tagged her back, we were both wet, laughing and out of breath, I had also forgotten that I was wearing nothing. It was lucky that day I had sunscreen on, I didn't get burnt at all, so no one was ever the wiser. Sadly, we moved not long after and I never saw L again, but the seed and now been planted.(I was about 7 then) As time went on (around my 9th/10th birthday) I had started to try getting naked again. I remembered how good it had been when I felt the sun and breeze on my whole body. I was careful, I didn't want to get caught. It was not long after this I discovered masturbation for the first time, I don't know how it happened, I just tried it, I got this wicked feeling at the end of it and loved it. It was a dry orgasm, I didn't ejaculate for the first time till I was about 11. It was not long after I just discovered masturbation I was caught in bed one night 'having a feel' and was promptly 'dobbed in' and given a hiding. Sufficed to say, It took me a while before I tried again. The next time I bared my body I just lay on the lawn with my shorts around my ankles and my shirt undone. Basically the nudism (and for a while) masturbation were put on hold largely until I was about 18/19.When, now moved out, working and such I was able to afford a flat of my own, I now slept naked. One afternoon I was in my flat (it was a hot day) I decided to get my gear off for comfort. I sat around for that whole weekend, most evenings since and every chance I get, I'll be nude. I've come to accept and appreciate my body in the last 15 or so years, I think that has been one of the best upsides about being a nudist. When I lost my virginity. I lost my virginity quite unexpectedly. I had been trying for years, months, days, hours to try and "get lucky" I was swimming at the indoor pool as I always did in the morning. That's when I saw her, with curly red hair, a very pale complexion and a smattering of freckles I thought she looked smashing in her bright blue one piece. As I walked past headed to the change rooms, she murmured "hi" as she took in what little bulge there was in my black briefs.(We all know-it shrinks), I merely replied Hi back and went on my way. By that point in my life I'd largely given up on finding someone I guessed if I was going to lose my virginity I would be paying for it. I saw her the next few days in a row, both morning and night at the pool. One night I was particularity late in arriving and as a result I was the only one there, or so I thought, the door to the ladies change rooms opened and she walked in. I was friends with the manager so he was shutting the place and told us just to let ourselves out the side door, he'd pop back later and put the alarms on. She slipped into the water and we both swam without saying much, I hauled myself out of the pool and sat on the edge. She came to the finish of her lap and sat on the edge also. We decided to hit the sauna, which was easy, 10 steps from the pool edge and you were there. We sat inside on our towels and began to chat, she was a University student, I forget what she was studying now. As we talked I felt my skin getting slimier from sweat, my cock and balls hung lower, I noticed in the light her nipples appeared to be quite erect and were making a couple of very prominent points in the tight blue lycra. She must have followed my gaze, she smiled and stared openly at my briefs, She moved over and kissed me on my cheek, eventually our lips came together, I placed my hands on cheeks and she put hers on my crotch! Talk about direct, We broke the kiss, I took hold of the shoulder straps of the suit and lifted them away, peeling it down slowly I revealed her tits, not huge, but well shaped, crowned with a beautiful (and hard) nipple. I almost gulped as I continued peeling the suit towards her waist, as I revealed her belly button she stood, enabling me to slide the suit down and to the floor. I dove straight in, taking her nipple into my mouth, really not having a clue what I was doing but going from what I had seen in porn films. My fingers found her shaven haven, it was slick and slippery. I ran my fingers up and down, she placed her hand on mine and guided me (I think she worked out really quick I was a virgin.) I wanted to please her because I had figured I wouldn't last too long. After a while (with much of her guidance, she started to moan, she let go of my hand and pulled my head down into her wetness. She guided me around as I learned the big O technique. Eventually I tasted her as she twitched and moaned. We sat there as she calmed down, and we kissed. She told me to lay down on my back she kissed me, then started working her way down my neck, she teased my nipples with her tongue, I couldn't believe the result. My dick was now straining at the tight black briefs, she kissed and licked my belly as she undid the drawstrings, I lifted my bum and , she slid them off, my now stiff member slapping wetly back against my belly. She began licking my balls, (I was shaving back then, really rare for a guy) teasing me, before slowly licking her way up my shaft and taking me into her wet, warm mouth. I lay there in absolute ecstasy, reveling in the new sensations I was experiencing. She mustve known what was about to happen because she stopped and suggested we jump in the spa, standing under the shower we enjoyed the water running over us. We hopped into the spa, she guided me to sit on the edge,it had gone floppy, but she soon changed that. Once erect again, she climbed into my lap and slid down on me. we kissed as she moved back and forth, I soon began to breathe roughly she got straight off me and finished me with her hands expertly, I grunted as I shot into the spa water, my body jerking with each convulsion, my grunts in time. She licked the final drips of my now very sensitive head. We showered together in the men's change rooms, she had her bum pressed into my crotch as I soaped her bare body, teasing her and bringing her off again with one hand (guided by her) as my other hand played with her nipples. Getting dressed we let ourselves out of the side door, she grabbed her bike from the rack and said 'I'll see you' 'I hope so' was my reply. And she cycled off into the night before I could ask her number or if she wanted a lift. I never saw her again, so if you are out there my anonymous friend, thank you. You taught me more than I could've ever bargained for. David's First Visit to Fraisthorpe Beach: After reading Carl's experience of Fraisthorpe Beach It brought back happy memories so I thought would share my first time experience from the 1990s. I had been told that the beach at Fraisthorpe near Bridlington was a naturist beach. So after telling one of my mates about it we decided to go and have a look. As it was a week day it was very quiet but the people who were there appeared to be single men. My mate wasn't very impressed so decided we would go. However curiosity got the better of me and the next day it was a nice day so I decided to go back on my own. I was really nervous and didn't have a clue what to expect I was only in my 20s. As I walked down the beach I decided not to undress until I had found somewhere out of sight. I came across some large sand dunes and as there was nobody about and it was secluded I got out my blanket and sat down.I still had my jeans and a tee shirt on for a while but decided to take off my jeans. I still had a pair of Reebok running shorts on but as I had cut the lining out of them I noticed that if the sun was behind me they were see through. I might as well have not bothered. I removed my shirt shortly after and sat reading a book. Maybe an hour later a guy who looked about 40 came into the dunes and put a blanket down opposite where I was sitting. As he was getting undressed I couldn't help noticing the size of his cock. It must have 8 inches when it was limp. He laid face down on the blanket and started a conversation. The usual stuff where have you come from, Do you come here a lot.The conversation carried on for a while then he got up and sat with his legs stretched out in front of him. As we were talking I happened to look at his cock which was now fully erect it looked to be about 10 inches now. His foreskin had slipped back revealing an enormous glans. That was it I got an uncontrollable erection. As the shorts were so thin my cock lifted the front up like a tent. I decided there was no point trying to hide it so I removed my shorts. He looked at me and smiled and said don't worry about it it happens to the best of us. He then picked his blanket up and carried it over to where I was sitting. He sat down got hold of his cock and said I'm going to have to something about this. I tried to ignore what he was doing but I couldn't help having the occasional sneaky look. I went back to reading my book but in reality I couldn't concentrate on the book. The next thing I knew he was still wanking himself but he had my cock in the other hand. I had never had anyone do this before so I was so excited I came after a couple of minutes. He came shortly after then collecting his belongings said that he would see me again as he went down there every week. I never saw him again though. That was the start of many good experiences at Fraisthorpe over the years. It is just a shame that a few idiots spoiled it for everyone else and they closed it. I know you shouldn't behave like that on a naturist beach but I always made sure I couldn't be seen so as to not upset any women or kids. Some guys used to perform shall we say in the middle of the beach for all to see so I suppose you can understand the council closing it. Still a shame though.
I was 13 at the
time, when I had to go and see the school nurse. I can't recall
exact reason for visit but was sort of preliminary check to see
if needed to see a doctor. I think possibly soreness all around
the groin was the reason, and narrowed down to trauma to frenulum. Carl's First Experience: My parents had
just divorced and my mother and myself moved to Bridlington.
Although sad at moving away from my father and friends, it was
an exciting experience to live by the seaside. After a few weeks
and not having made any friends, I began to become a little bored.
Then one day I read in the local paper about a naturist beach
nearby, Fraisthorpe. The article fascinated me, the thought of
naked ladies on show, and only 3 or 4 miles away, I just knew
i had to go and check it out. A day or two later, I set off down
the beach, incredibly nervous, but very excited. I wasn't sure
how far away it was, but after walking for what seemed like an
hour I saw a sign painted on an old air raid shelter, warning
that the naturist beach was 500 yards ahead. I would be happy to hear from anyone who likes my story. Kim and Linda's First Experiences: Peter we have just
discovered your page and found it very enlightening, our first
experience of naturism was very much by chance it was about 35yrs
ago while on a motor bike ride in North Wales on a very hot summer's
day. We were both in full leathers and very hot so we stopped
in what we thought was a quiet layby with some woods backing
on to it. We went and sat under some shelter and tried to cool
off a bit, after a while we heard some voices behind us further
into the wooded area and they seemed to be getting closer, until
they were there behind us. Some small chat later out of the blue
one announced that they were naturists and we were welcome to
join them at their holiday cottage just down the road to cool
off properly. We were unsure but were persuaded by the offer
of cold drinks and cool shade. Peter, as you had a bit to do with my transformation from textile to nudist I thought it only right that I share my experiences with you and your website readers. Like a lot of people I have chatted to, both on line and in person, I first noticed I liked being naked as a child. I can't remember much about being a toddler but I have seen pictures taken by my Mum and Dad on the cold and wet beaches of Yorkshire wandering about with no clothes on, I looked at ease and happy, I don't know if this was because I was naked or just that we had escaped to the seaside for a day. By the age of 10 I had started to feel a bit overdressed while in bed. I would normally have to change into my think, warm PJ's and then climb into my freshly made bed (no duvet or "eider down" for us, we tightly wrapped sheets and blankets). One night I decided to try sleeping without my PJ's so slipped them off and laid them on the floor by the side of the bed. I remember the feeling like it was yesterday, the touch of the fresh sheets on my skin was amazing and later on when the sheets/blankets had been released slightly by my tossing and turning, the feel of the cool air on me. That morning there was another 1st for this young naturist to be, my 1st experience of people being shocked and/or disgusted with the idea of being nude. My Mum walked into the bedroom to gets me up for school and she saw the pile of clothes on the floor, her 1st assumption was that I had "leaked" during the night and that I needed cleaning up, off came the covers and to her horror there was no little accident to clean up. I said to her that I had decided to take them off because I was too warm but all I got for my troubles was an order to never take my PJ's off in bed again. I wasn't sure why it had to be like that but I didn't argue, I just made sure in the nights to come I hid my PJ's somewhere in the bed and made sure I had them back on before my parents woke up. At 14 I was left alone in the house more often so I decided to experiment with taking my clothes off when it wasn't time for sleep so would spend between 15mins and 2 hours walking around the house or just watching TV, on a few occasions I even wandered out of the kitchen door and into the back garden. 2 houses over looked us but both were empty so I could lay out in the moonlight. I was always terrified that someone would see me and tell my Mum. I believe these few years of hiding my nakedness away from everyone made me, like a lot of other people, think that being naked was naughty, rude or just down-right perverted. My naked evenings ended at 16 when my brother came back from Uni. and spent most of his time in front of the TV and I wouldn't be naked inside or outside for another 16 years unless it was showering, changing or sleeping with my partner. At 32 I saw a copy of H&E in the corner shop and remembered the feelings I had had when I was younger so decided to do something about it. This being the 21st century I got straight online and looked up sites on naturism and nudism to find places to go and if there was any advice people could give me. The 1st place I found was P.A.N (Plymouth Area Nudists), an online forum for people who enjoyed being out of their clothes. I read a lot of the previous posts by the members and they seemed to be quite a normal bunch, no mention of playing volleyball and no mass nude exercising. My 1st post was to say hello and to address the one problem I was absolutely terrified of, "The Erection". At 32 I wasn't a virgin but I also knew I had no control over "The Little Fellow" and I knew that if I got naked anywhere but in the bedroom or bathroom I would start to point at people and I was worried I would be chased off the beach. I got a few replies on the forum greeting me and welcoming me to the site and some even commented on my worries. The main advice was if anything happened don't wave it about, just lay down on my front, cover myself with a towel or, if near the sea, go for a swim. This did help a bit but I was still worried about being chased off the beach. This is when I 1st saw this site, I was amazed by the amount of detail I could find out about a lot of things and the advice on erections was simple and honest. It happens, it's natural so don't worry.I looked up places where I could go on the Internet and was told about a few quiet places that might be ok for my 1st outing. In my 1st month of trying them out I travelled over 2000 miles, 2 hours driving to Exmoor to walk in the open for 30 mins before driving 2 hours back, 2 ½ hours to Plymouth to get lost looking for a beach at Downderry, walking ½ a mile down the side of a very dangerous looking cliff at Sidmouth just to get away from people who might see me. My 1st proper beach outing was in Weston, to the East of Sidmouth, I plucked up enough courage to walk down the long and steep path down to the beach and then after 30 mins sat near the sea I managed to move the ½ mile to the nudist bit. There were only about 5 people there when I got there so it wasn't too bad. I put my towel down, stripped off and laid down to catch some rays but as I was still very nervous I found it very hard to turn over, if it wasn't for the prospect of 3rd degree burns to my back I think I would have stayed there all day. At last I did manage to turn over and get the sun on the rest of my body. The day was great but it didn't really help me with my worries, as I didn't see 1 naked female so I was still thinking about what might happen if I did see one. My next outing was the biggy; I was going to go to the large, busy, unofficial beach at Slapton. I set out towards the beach with just about everything I would have needed to climb Everest, I had a beach tent, wind break, 2 towels, a camping mat, 5 litres of water and 4 bottles of sun cream. I must have looked a sight sweating away carrying all the kit on the hottest day of the year so far. I set up base camp about ¾ the way down the beach, at the base of the cliffs well away from the numerous camps set up near the water. After about 2 hours of roasting on both sides I noticed that there were a lot of single men wandering about, stopping to look at my encampment and then moving on again, after another hour I noticed that a crowd had formed near the side of my tent. Being quite nosey I stood up and looked over my tent to see what was going on and wished I hadn't, there was a group of men around one woman (I won't go into details) and a couple a little further off. I just packed up and disappeared from there without looking back. I stopped by the sea and was quite surprised and amazed I had walked past about 40 people without even thinking about it and without anything popping up and having a look around. I now go to Slapton as much as possible (work and weather permitting) and only take the bare essentials, I still feel a bit out of place on the beach but that is because a lot of people think that a single bloke on the beach is only there for one thing but I try to forget about there misconceptions about me and get on with topping up the tan. Lately I have found out that a friend of 14 years and his girlfriend are into naturism but have never been anywhere in this country so we are planning a trip to Slapton as soon as we can all get the same days off work. My 1st venture into naturism and spending all that time looking for places to go without people seeing me seems so far off. The sad little 32 year old has grown up and no longer worries about being naked in front of other people, he can spend a day out on the beach with complete strangers or an evening in front of the TV with his best mate and his girlfriend. Thankfully I am no longer that 32 year old, in July I reached the ripe old age of 33 and will look back on this 1st summer of nakedness as the start of a great life for me. It is my mission now to get people to accept me for who I am, on the beaches and in the "Sun Clubs". I am a single man who enjoys being out of his clothes; I am not a dirty pervert out to look at peoples' wives, girlfriends, children or grandmothers. Robert writes: Nudity wasn't permitted in our house, as a child I knew it just wasn't the done thing. 'Nudists' were considered very odd! Aged 12 or 13 I discovered 'H&E' magazine. It was easily available and proved very 'educational 'for me to enjoy seeing pictures of naked people for the first time. On my first package holiday abroad to Spain I was 24. At the hotel I shared a table in the restaurant with a couple in their early 40s. As I got to know them over dinner they revealed they were naturists and would I like to join them the next day on the naturist beach. I was quite taken aback and struggled for an excuse. I didn't like the idea of hem seeing my bits! I tried to avoid being in the restaurant at the same time for the rest of the holiday, in case of another offer! By the time I reached 30 I was coming around to the idea of nudity! I discovered in part of the back garden I couldn't be seen by neighbours and started to sunbathe nude regularly. Then progressed to visiting the nearest naturist beach (Holkham in Norfolk) I was totally shocked one day to meet up with a guy I worked with - both of us totally nude! It was quite strange seeing someone I knew, out of context of how I usually knew them! It turned out he and his wife were committed naturists and he would often visit the beach to relax with and without his wife. When I moved house, one of the criteria was to have a totally secluded garden. I'm lucky to have found a place with no immediate neighbours, so I can be naked most of the summer - British summer permitting! Despite my private garden, I still love the beach and always seem to get a better tan with the sea air and salt water of the sea. Of course, for a male, the first aspect about being naked in public is the concern over getting an erection. But it's just so easy to roll over onto the tummy if something starts to rise! If I am in the privacy of my own garden I usually find myself very hard when the sun beats down on my exposed penis. It's a pity the male erection is frowned upon and still often viewed as 'obscene' because it's only natural. I am now in my forties and very accepting of my nakedness. I have experimented over the years with shaving and have been totally devoid of body hair at times. However I do find it difficult to maintain the totally smooth look and don't like the feel of the growth. So I now just trim my pubic hair and keep my balls shaved. Likewise I keep my rear shaved, which I find better for cleanliness. Adrian writes: One of my earliest
nudist experiences was when I was 10 yrs. old. My parents had
bought a swimming pool that summer and one day when no one was
around I slipped off my swim trunks and swam nude for about 10
minutes. It was the most comfortable feeling. HARVEY'S FIRST
EXPERIENCES: My next experience occurred shortly after when I visited a school mates farm which had a small river/stream on the property. We both decided to play in the water and removed our clothes. We also wandered through the trees and a nearby field for a short distance. It was the middle of summer. The warm breeze over ones naked body with the odour of warm grass was unforgettable. This continued for a short while and I remember at the time I was constantly erect which was natural to me; as kids we never thought anything of it. A short time later my friends father appeared and gave us a fright. I had thought his reaction may be one of anger and disgust but he said nothing and left us alone. What a relief. During High School
days we lived near a forest and another mate and I would disappear
in the woods and sunbathe nude and often have wrestling matches.
These were very enjoyable days exploring male teenage urges.
Over the years I have come more out of the closet and most people are accepting. I visit nude beachs and the odd organised event when time allows. Love playing tennis nude. At the moment Im single and live indoors nude as much as possible. My mission is to convert as many friends as possible. Adrian's First Experiences: The idea to shave
my pubic hair came from Peter. I have always trimmed my pubic
hair but, to shave it? I never thought about that. I had seen
pictures of men with shaved "bits" but I just thought
it was a gay type of thing. But once I read Peters thoughts on
shaving I decided to give it a try. WOW! "It" does
look bigger! Mark's First Experiences From a very early age I can remember I always wanted to be naked, it wasn't until I was in my 20's when I started to go abroad for holidays that I managed to persue my interest in naturism. On my first holiday abroad I found a shop that sold g-strings and thongs. I promptly bought the breifest they had and wore them everyday on the beach which was a fantastic feeling in it's self. I spent the week walking around the apartment naked and even plucked up the courage to sit on the balcony. It was high level and wasn't too overlooked so there was little chance of being seen. The following year I did some research before booking my holiday and found out where the clothes optional/naturist beaches were. I also hired a car to make sure I could get to them (why are they always so isolated?) Arriving early, I parked the car in the car park. I was alone so I slipped out of my shorts and walked to the far end of the beach in my thong. It was a bit of a trek but well worth the walk. I found a secluded spot at the end of the beach by some rocks and settled in for the day. I can remember it as though it was yesterday, my heart was racing and I was very excited at the thought of going naked in public for the first time. I slipped my thong off and sat there. After a while I walked down the beach and went for a swim, the cold water did wonders to cure my excitement which was clearly visible. It was still very early and I was still completely alone, so rather than using my towel to dry myself off I decided to go for a walk over the rocks and round the headland. Looking back from behind the rocks I could see the deserted beach in the distance. Standing behind some rocks I used my hands to dry myself off. I think it was a combination of being alone and naked in the early morning sun that got me excited. I found myself stood there with an erection wondering how I was going get through the rest of the day without embarrassing myself when other people arrived. I'm not exactly proud of this but I was so excited that I ended up masturbating and relieving myself behind the rocks before walking back to the beach. To be honest that was very enjoyable experience as well. I returned to the beach and during the day there was a steady trickle of people arriving. By mid morning there were approximately 20 of us enjoying the sun. I spent the rest of the day sunbathing, swimming and going on ever more adventurous walks and by the end of the day I was completely comfortable being naked around others. I'm now married and since that first experience we've gone abroad every year. My wife isn't a naturist which is a shame. However she doesn't mind coming along with me to the naturist beaches. I now shave my penis and prefer the look and the feel of being smooth. We also, when on holiday seek out the more secluded spots to sunbath so that when I do get aroused it doesn't upset anyone. My wife accepts that I get frequent erections on the beach and doesn't have any problems or issues with it. I'm in agreement with comments others have made about erections, it's a shame they aren't accepted, after all, it is natural. Dave's Experiences: My first introduction to nudity was down to Paul, my 'best friend' at the time when we were about 9 or 10. Funny how boys start to take notice around that age. Paul told me one day that his older brother, who was at Art College, had some magazines showing photos of people with no clothes that he used to practice drawing from. When I finally managed to talk Paul into showing me some they turned out to be H & E magazines and they were full of grown ups and teens with nothing on. In those days, late 50's a lot of the men wore pouches and the women had their pubic hair airbrushed out. To this day I like to wear minimal g-string underwear and find smoothie nudist more attractive than hairy ones. No doubt a shrink would have a field day with me. However H&E showed us adults doing what we had been told was rude and 'not nice' but everyone in the photos looked to be enjoying themselves. It was not long before I wanted to try going nude and started by removing my pajamas when I was in bed, which felt good but as always I wanted to go further and spend time outdoors naked like the people in the photos. Paul solved the problem while we were out playing in the nearby fields. I had started a game of dare by getting him to climb to the top of a particularly difficult tree, which he finally managed. Then it was his turn so he dared me to copy the magazine and take my clothes off and go from under the tree to a hedge 30 yards away. Just the excuse I had been looking for and off came the clothes and off I went, it was great and I was in no rush to get back but when I did I dared Paul to do the same. We ended up spending a couple of hours climbing trees or crossing various parts of the field with nothing on. We both got to enjoy our nudist games whenever we got the chance to be on our own and it was during one session we both found out we were not the only boy in the whole world to get a 'stiffy' and to enjoy 'making it itch'. After that our nudist games were a lot more than just going naked and for a couple of years we enjoyed growing up but eventually parted due to parents moving and it was time to take interest in other things. I continued to enjoy being a nudist every chance I got but it was not until I was in my 30's I finally got to enjoy social nudity at a local unofficial beach. I had moved jobs and house and had lost my private back garden so when I heard about nudists using a nearby beach I went in search of it. My first visit was on a Thursday afternoon in early July, about the first hot day of the summer. There was one naked couple behind a windbreak and one other nudist guy so I found a spot at the edge of the dunes and undressed to settle down in the sun. After a short while the guy came over and started chatting, saying he had not seen me at the beach before, so I told him I had just moved to the area and this was my first visit. He told me about the beach area and where it was OK to go nude and where not to when it got busy. It was so relaxed and easy to be naked with other people and so different to meeting people out and about where clothes mark who and what you are. On the nudist beach you have to talk to people to find out. The other myth of 'what if I get and erection' never came into it even when the couple walked down to the sea and then back past where I was sunbathing. The sight of a naked person is not erotic unless they are doing something erotic and I think the sexiest photo is the one of the tennis player with no knickers on scratching her bum, it's all in the mind. Since that first visit I go whenever the weather and work allows and have visited quite a few nudist beaches here and there and found most nudists to be friendly once they know you are a fellow nudist and see there are no tan lines. I have also found out that erections do happen but as long as they are not 'waved about' few nudists take any notice unless they want to join in. Peter wrote: I'm a white van delivery driver from south London, 3 years ago I ended up finished for the day at lunchtime in Eastbourne. It was a hot summers day hot in that van. I took the road to Beachy Head and followed it out till I saw Birling Gap with it's hotel and parking, so I parked up and found a stairway from the cliffs to the beach, I got a towel from my van and went onto the pebbled beach had a swim I was wearing shorts and went for a walk along the beach. About 400 yards along I passed two males both tanned and naked further on more singles and couples all naked. I found a spot by the cliffs where for the fist time I too lay naked, the sun plus a breeze from the sea it felt really good, I was covering myself up as people walked past I did feel a little self conscious being naked and being bright white. However since nobody was staring I was soon at ease went home early evening feeling fantastic however much like a lobster. I RETURN WENEVER I CAN BUT NOW WITH SUNTAN LOTION. Fancy Doing Some Nude Modelling? An artist friend of mine had asked me to pose for him for some portrait studies. I thought it sounded like fun and agreed. I went with him to his studio and wore the black turtleneck sweater he'd asked for. After several poses with different lighting and moods, he asked if I'd mind removing my shirt for some 'bust' shots. No problem. He took quite a few more shots with poses from all angles. Then he stood in front of me, smiling, and asked if I'd be willing to do some nude full-body poses. That took me by surprise and I just sat there trying to figure out how I felt about that. But the studio had no windows, I knew my friend was very professional and I had grown up in a relaxed family atmosphere where my brother and I had run around our bedroom naked when younger and I didn't feel particularly modest about my body. He just stood there smiling and waiting for my answer. Without really making a conscious decision, I removed my pants and briefs and stood there in the strong photographic lights totally naked. Before I could feel too exposed, I was given a pose and the photographer went about setting the lights and changing cameras and I was surprisingly comfortable in my nudity. At first I was sitting with my genitals hidden in shadows and that helped my comfort zone. However, that didn't last long and soon I was standing with the camera pointed at my naked body from the front, side, back and high and low. By then I was totally relaxed and an "old pro" at nude posing. When the session was over, I felt a bit of hesitancy to get back in my clothes because I was so much more comfortable naked and unrestricted. The next day I went back to see the results of the session and was shocked at how good lighting and a talented photographer could make an average body look. For most, my face was in shadows or turned, and I could have been anyone. As I left he asked if I wanted to pose again sometime and I replied that I'd be glad to any time. I wonder why I had felt so hesitant to get naked in front of a camera when there's really no need to be modest or ashamed at all. In fact, I'm now thinking of volunteering for an art class. I haven't decided for sure but I'd be willing to bet that I do eventually. Hi Peter , I have just discovered
your website and been highly entertained the last few days looking
around it. I notice that your first experiences all seem to be
from men. I thought I would tell you about my first experiences
of naturism, feel free to use it on your website if you wish. There followed a few more holidays abroad with the childen. Then it was just the two of us! We went to Kephalonia, I had been reading "Captain Corelli's Mandolin" and really wanted to visit the island before the film came out and the it was swamped with tourists. We stayed at a small fishing village called Katelios. There was not much of a beach there, but we were told we could walk to the "Blue Bag" beach. This took about 20 minutes over some cliffs, the way was marked by blue plastic bags tied to bushes, hence the name. As this was the only way to reach the beach it was very quiet. The walk was well worth it and we went suitably supplied with a picnic, plenty of water and a small beach parasol. We were the only people on the beach, it was sandy, with the odd outcrop of rocks in the water creating pretty rock pools. Malcolm decided to strip right off and urged me to do the same. I took a little while but eventually got rid of my bikini bottom, I had no qualms about being topless. It was a lovely feeling, feeling the wind gently caressing my naked body. I went in for a swim and that was sensational, the feeling of freedom. Then when getting out of the water no wet costume clinging to my body making me feel uncomfortable. We really enjoyed our day there. There were one of two people walking by, I kept a sarong handy and just draped that over me if I saw anyone approaching. It soon became a must to go to the beach, we even took some photos of us enjoying the naked delights of a rock pool. We felt so wicked taking the photos and wondered if Boots would develop them. (This was before digital cameras). When I look at them now they look so tame. I even bought a separate little album for our naked shots which I kept locked away. The next step was to be naked around other people. We knew there was an official naturist beach not too far away called Skala. We had a hire car for a few days, so thought we would take a look. The naturist area of the beach was a bit of a treck along the length of the beach and you even had to negotiate a few rocks. We seem to find this particularly in Greece, they don't make it easy! We found the designated naturist area. There were a few naked people around and some fully clothed ones too. We found a spot and declothed, I did feel self conscious, especially when I noticed some of the clothed people were taking photos of naked people, which I felt was totally out of order. I was keen to swim in the sea and plucked up courage to walk down from the top of the beach to the sea. My husband noted that my walk was very stilted I was trying to keep my legs as close together as possible. I enjoyed my swim and felt a little more relaxed on my walk back up the beach. It was interesting noting the male and female viewpoint. I was worried about how big my stomach looked and my husband was worried about how small his penis looked. As we were relaxing enjoying the hot sunshine the wind suddenly got up and we laughed at the sight of a naked man haring down the beach after his paper that blew away. We didn't laugh for long, wooosh our parasol was grabbed by the wind and blew down the beach and landed next to a naked couple, my husband went to retrieve it and I had to get his shirt which had been attached to the parasol. After this holiday we went on holiday with friends for a few years, to other Greek islands. However, we usually hired a car and always asked the rep where the nearest naturist beach was. One holiday like this was spent in Lesvos and we found a lovely beach called Eftalou. We spent as much time as we could on this beach. My husband noted how quick I was to get my kit off compared to when we first tried it. We couldn't persuade any of our friends to join us, they don't know what they are missing. We had been speaking to another couple that enjoyed naturism and they had mentioned a travel company called Peng that specialised in naturist holidays. So on our last textile holiday I suggested to my husband that we tried the full experience next year. As I found it a real bore having to wear clothes round the apartments and when swimming in the pool. The following year we went with Peng to Vera Natura, in the Almeria region of Spain. We were both a bit apprehensive. We arrived in the evening after a storm, and there were no naked people about at all! We were very pleased with the apartment it had a fantastic bathroom with a huge circular bath, it's own garden with sun loungers. It was dark, we didn't know the ropes so we stayed in that evening enjoyed some champagne that had been left at reception for us by our naturist friends previously mentioned. We did have a laugh wondering if we would spend the whole fortnight holed up in the apartment not daring to go out. When we awoke the next morning I put my head outside, my husband asked if I could see any naked people. Still not a soul! Our naturist friends had recommended that as soon as we got there we took our clothes off and had a stroll along the long beach, that would get rid of any nerves. So we showered, grabbed a towel and did it. Our friends were right once we got out on that beach amongst so many naked people, all shapes and sizes any worries, concerns we had just melted away. When we got back to the apartment I phoned the couple that had left the champagne for us. We didn't know them but our friends had contacted them to ask them to leave the champagne. They had enclosed a note with their phone number and asked us to contact them if we had any questions or needed any assistance. They are permanent residents within the naturist zone at Vera Playa. I phoned them to thank them for the champagne and they invited us over for coffee. They lived in the complex opposite and I asked if we needed to get dressed to cross over the road, I was told not to get dressed as the whole area was naturist. Robin was waiting at the gate for us, I solemnly shook his hand and informed him it was the first time I had met a complete stranger naked for coffee. This seemed to break the ice. We spent a few hours with them, we asked them all sorts of questions and they gave us lots of advice. They really looked after us and made our first full blown naturist holiday very special. We found everyone so friendly and made other friends there too. We have been back to the same area twice since and now we have contacts and arrange the holiday completely independently ourselves at a much reduced cost. We have textile
friends who would like us to holiday with them but they know
now we just couldn't give up our naturist holidays. We are both
now totally relaxed being naked around other people and manage
to sunbathe naked in our garden in the summer. We don't hide
the fact from anyone, they know to knock before they enter There are 8 of us that regularly get together for hot tub nights, my husband and I always go into the tub naked, they keep their cossies on, you never know we might persuade them one day. I am conscious
that this e-mail is rather long and if you want to use it on
your First Experiences and edit it - please do. I am attaching
a pic of me after a swim at Vera Playa. Peter, First let me say that I love your website. It is far and away the best site on the subject of nudity anywhere. The first time I was ever nude in front of strangers was when I was 8. My mother took me to the YMCA to learn how to swim. In those days, you only swam in the nude at the Y. I never even thought twice about it until a year or so later. We were having a fairly hot summer and we had no air conditioning in our house. One day my younger brother and I were playing with some toy boats in the bathroom sink and it was so hot I took my clothes off. My mother came in and yelled at me to put them back on. I didn't know what the fuss was, but I did. The next day I was playing in a cornfield near our house. I decided that no one could see me, so I undressed and started to wander around. It was wonderful. I spent the rest of the summer in that cornfield and as I grew bolder and bolder, I would climb the trees along the edge of the field near a dirt road. I would sit in that tree and occasionally someone would walk by and it thrilled me to know that I was naked. On one occasion my friend from next door came down the road and I couldn't resist throwing acorns at him. Eventually he saw me and climbed the tree. It wasn't until he got to where I was that he noticed I was naked. I just laughed and he said he wanted to be naked too, so we climbed back down and he took his clothes off. We spent the rest of the summer playing in those fields, and a few summers after that. I had a cousin who was a year older than me. When I was twelve, he was going through puberty. We used to play in an old barn near his house, and he always wanted me to see his penis. I didn't mind because I liked being naked, but I didn't really understand what was what when he got an erection. He asked me to touch it and I agreed, but suddenly he told me to go away. My feelings were hurt, but it was quickly forgotten. We played like that a couple more times and he would always tell me to go wait outside. About a year later, I figured out what was happening when I started puberty. I was thirteen when I started getting erections. What a great time! I also started sleeping in the nude, although I had to make sure I kept my pyjamas close by in case my mother came in. I had a friend who had a pool and he invited us over to swim one day. After the swim, we were playing a game in his room and his mother came in and told us to get out of our wet suits. I hesitated for a second, but my friend stripped right out of his, so I did too. His mother gathered our suits and wandered off. I was going to get dressed, but my friend started to play again, so I thought, "okay". I started to get an erection when his mother came back in and told us to stand up while she dried our hair. I stood there, stiff as a board, and she never said a thing. Needless to say, I spent as much time at my friend's house as I could. They weren't nudists, but they apparently were comfortable with nudity. I stayed overnight one time and in the morning when I wandered into the bathroom, his dad was standing there shaving naked. I loved it. I often had an erection, but no one ever said a word. I was so worried when they moved away. At home, I would take off my clothes whenever I was home alone. Occasionally, I would leave my door open, or run from the bathroom after a bath, but I would always get yelled at. I wanted to be nude all the time, but it just wasn't meant to be. It wasn't until I was out of college, that I began to look for nudist clubs. I was living in California at the time and I found out that there was an unofficial nudist area on a nearby river. I went looking one day, following the directions I had, but there was no one around when I came to the spot. I decided to chance it and undressed and stepped into the cold water. It was delightful. I continued to be wary and after awhile I noticed a man walking from the way I'd come. I tried to be nonchalant, but I had a semi-erection from being outdoors. He stopped nearby and removed his clothes and greeted me. I smiled back and noticed he also had a erection, which made mine all the firmer. He apologized for his condition but we agreed that it was a natural reaction considering our surroundings. We stood chatting for awhile, but I was getting much too excited, so I excused myself and went upriver a bit and behind some rocks where I masturbated in a frenzy. I had never done that before, but masturbating outdoors is a truly wild experience. When I was done and able to compose myself, I returned to the river to cool off and notice that he had wandered farther upriver and appeared to be similarly engaged. I returned several times but never saw him again, although I did come across a young couple enjoying each other one day. That place lives on in my dreams. I eventually was able to visit a real Nudist resort, the former Rawhide Ranch, now Laguna del Sol, in California. They were very restrictive on allowing single men then, so it wasn't until I was married several years later, that I was able to return. My wife isn't a nudist, but has no problem with my being one. I at least got her to sleep in the nude, and she accompanies me on my all too infrequent trips to resorts. I've obviously rambled on too long, but thanks for the opportunity. Jim Peter, I have always liked to be nude. When I was a teenager I would tan in our back yard in the nude. After I graduated from University I would occasionally go to a deserted beach to sun and swim nude. My first experience with being nude in public was at a nude beach. My wife and I were on a trip to the west coast and decided to "check out" a well known nude beach we had heard about. Neither of us had ever done anything like this before and I was a bit surprised my wife was going along with it. I wasn't sure where the beach access was but as I was driving along the road looking for it I saw a sign so we pulled off to the side of the road and took a path down the cliff to the beach. It was pretty well deserted but we saw a man walking along the shore and asked him where the nude beach was. He pointed up the beach and said most of the people are down there. We could see in the distance some sign of activity so my wife agreed to walk in that direction while I went up and moved the car back. I would then come down and join her. On the way up I met a young couple with a toddler coming down to the beach. They were dressed but I was left with the impression it was not for long. I moved the car back what I thought was the correct distance and climbed down the cliff again through the bush. My wife was not in sight. I decided to try the nude bit since there was no one around, and after all I was on a nude beach. I walked back the way I had come looking for my wife. When I was part way back to the stating point I saw the family I had met earlier. Sure enough they were all nude at the waters edge. I was nervous about approaching them nude but decided it was "now or never" I described what my wife was wearing and asked if they had seen her. They said they had not, so I headed back in the direction of the main beach safe in the assumption that she was somewhere ahead of me. When I came to the main beach I found lots of people sunning and swimming in the nude. The amazing thing is they behaved no differently than if they had swimming suits. I found my wife sitting on a log in the middle of the beach talking to a young lady about 19 or so. Both were clothed. The surprising thing was I felt less conspicuous on the beach naked than if I was clothed among all the nudists. The young lady talking to my wife was a university student. She regularly came to the beach to relax and while not wanting to be naked herself, was not uncomfortable with the others who were. Unfortunately, with her example, my wife had an excuse not to participate and a great opportunity was lost. We did walk along the beach later, I was nude and she was dressed. At one point we came across two couples sitting on the beach. We stopped to talk to them for a moment, asking where they were from etc. and telling them where we were from. My wife was carrying our movie camera so I asked them if they would mind if she took our picture because the people back home would never believe this. They agreed without hesitation so we still have the movie with naked "Willy" visiting on the nude beach. Not surprisingly, very few people have seen it! My only regret is my wife was too inhibited to participate and has never shown any inclination to since. I realized that day that I was a natural for the nude beach and that I loved being naked in an environment where people were not offended by nudity. I enjoyed the freedom of being nude with other people around. Later, while vacationing in Maui with another couple, we learned of Little Beach, which was near our condo. I visited Little Beach several times. None of the others came with me, but now it was clear I was a nudist. The other couple showed no disapproval, even though they didn't join me. That really helped convince me that real friendship goes deeper than clothes. By that I mean true friends will not let differing views over nudity affect the friendship. Since then, I have let other friends know about my being a nudist so that I don't have to hide the fact. They all accept it but for the most part I don't practice it in front of them. If they come to my house and I am nude, they stay, and I put something on. Recently we had the opportunity to vacation in Europe. We attended a bath in one famous spa town and I was surprised and delighted to find they allow and even expect people to use the facilities in the nude. I quickly followed the trend and discarded my swimsuit. I found it very relaxing and somewhat enjoyed the reversal of roles where the nudists were properly attired and the people in swimsuits were not. Jim My mother once made a remark that before coming to the US on her own her father had made a statement regarding "being free". He said: "you want to be free- go out in the woods and take all your clothes off- but even then you won't be free, because the birds will bother you". When we moved to a farm from the city there were some weekend parties. I once overheard something about some gal that had taken off all her clothes and lay in a secluded spot and "got sunburned in spots where the sun usually didn't shine on. As I was just reaching puberty and feeling some different than childhood sensations, I would occasionally remove my clothes in the woods and of course spend some time acquainting my self with a new function for some body parts. Actually it was a minor shock to me to get into high school and be nude in gym class with gang showers. I happened to be in the 10% or so minority (for the midwest US) of being uncircumcised. I soon adopted the practice of permanent retraction but would wear the foreskin forward on gym days because of my first day in gym. A number of years later I was having an irritation of the foreskin area and found that sunlight was reducing the fungal type problem, so I would opt for more exposure to sun, removing pants. This was in a "back field of the farm" tractor driving situation. After the construction of some swimmable farm ponds skinny dipping was the norm for me. Added to this was the nude walks to the pond and back. I still carry shorts with and generally get them on if I notice others in the area. I have been occasionally "surprised" though. Many family and others are aware of this behaviour. One of my sons and his offspring are at about the other end of the nudity spectrum. I have on three or four occasions spent some daytime at Maui's nude beach. It actually was the second time that I removed my swim suit. However, part of that had a bit to do with the fact that I was "boogie boarding" and thought I needed "protection" from being hit by the board. On later occasions I would actually boogie board there wearing a T shirt to protect from board rash and enjoying the ocean turbulence and the rides against my lower body. The heck of it is at age 81 the body doesn't look as good- there's even been some moves to brand some beaches as not topless for men over 60! My wife has been
at the nude beach, but due to aging unkindness to her stomach
area, only visited. Harold Rod's First Experiences I can remember wanting to take off my clothes at an early age at probably 4 or 5. I enjoyed the freedom of not being restricted by clothes. However my mother did not share the same enthusiasm as I recall an incident where I was laying on my bed naked when she walked in unannounced and told me to "Get your clothes on and don't do that again!" This did not deter me as I continued to stay clothes free in my room as much as possible but made sure the door was secure so that no one could walk in unexpected. As young boy, my friends and I often went on hikes in the near-by country-side and if we came to a creek or pond, we would often strip off our clothes and go swimming "bare-balls". There was nothing sexual about this as it was just a natural thing to do with your friends on a hot summer day. While we lived in a town, our family owned a farm several miles out. I often went out with my father to work the fields. We had two pieces of property separated by one-half mile. Connecting the two pieces was a private lane. I often walked between the two properties naked. I must say this felt very good and will admit to often masturbating as I walked. There was a large pond on one of the properties and I would swim bare-balled. One time my father could not see me, so He stopped the tractor and came looking for me. He said nothing about my nakedness indicating acceptance of the situation. After university, I joined the local YMCA where one was not allowed to wear a swim suit. I recall an incident where one man wanted to wear a jock-strap while swimming. He was asked to remove it or leave the pool. As I recall he did remove it and continued swimming. To me it is a same that, here in Canada at least, our YMCA swimming pools are now co-ed and swim suits are required. On to marriage, my wife is not into nudism. When they were small, if either of my children, two girls and a boy, happened to walk in on me when showering or getting dressing, I would not quickly cover up and nothing was ever made of this. It was a natural experience. As a child and then living at home as an adult, I usually slept in pajamas or my shorts. My employment often meant that I was traveling and staying in hotels or motels. Then, usually I would sleep in the nude but at home, either wearing pajamas or boxer shorts. Finally about 5-6 years ago, I decided to sleep in the nude whether or not my wife objected. She soon got used to that and so now I always sleep in the nude. My first experience at a nude beach was at Little Beach, Maui about ten years ago. I made up my mind that I would do this regardless of what my wife would say. She went with me. We got there, laid out our beach chairs, mats and towels and I took the plunge and removed my swim suit. What a great feeling to have the sun and air flowing over all parts of your body! I had no fear of an erection and that has never happened to me at a beach. My wife would not even lower the top of her swim suit to go topless but she did not object very much to me being nude. She did make a comment that she had never seen other penises before and did make comment about the various sizes although none were erect. (I have a theory that many men do not want to go nude because they feel they are not endowed enough.) She also has somewhat of a body image problem after giving birth to three children. The first time swimming in the ocean with no swim suit is enough to make one never want to ever wear a suit again! Now, each time we go to Maui, I visit Little Beach. My wife will not go with me as she is not comfortable being around naked people and the climb over the cliff to the beach has become somewhat difficult for her. I go several times a week and each time find other people, both male and female, to talk with. I often talk with men my age (65) who are there by themselves, their wives also having a problem with being naked in public. On the last two visits to Little Beach, on occasion I have noted guys with a semi-erection in a more secluded area, who are stroking themselves, but have not seen anyone ejaculate. However on the last trip, I was talking with another man in a wooded area, when a guy came walking along the path with a full erection. He stopped and turned away from us and stood looking out to sea. Occasionally he would obviously stroke his erection and when he turned toward us, he was still fully erect. He then walked past us and disappeared in the woods. We did not follow but assumed he found a secluded spot and masturbated. I have visited a couple of clothing-optional beaches and a private club. Everyone is friendly and there is no overt sexuality happening. It is a very natural thing to be clothes free. However my friends do not feel as I do so I keep my thoughts on nudism to myself. My back yard is too exposed to go about clothes free but I did on one day last year lay out on my lounge clothes free having first made sure that all neighbours were not home. Rod Brenda and Allan My husband, Allan, and I moved into this small west country town earlier this year. Across from us are two families (Sally and Mike and Susie and Jim) who've lived here for over 20 years and despite our age differences (we're nearly thirty, the four of them are around 60) we've become very friendly. I work from home with so can be flexible with my time. One of those hot mornings last June I was in our front garden when Sally came out of her house on her way to Susie's. She said she was going to have coffee with Susie and why didn't I come too. We had borrowed some tools of Jim's over the weekend so it seemed a good time to return them so as Sally disappeared through Susie's side gate I collected the tools and then went across. I went through the gate and saw that Sally was stark naked, my eyes popped and mouth dropped and then Susie came out of her kitchen also naked. I didn't know what to do or say. Sally smiled and apologised for shocking me, saying that there was nothing sexual, this was their usual hot weather dress as they were naturists. Susie said I was welcome to stay, dressed or undressed, but they would understand if I felt I had to go. I didn't have any hangups about nudity, just hadn't done it so said I was happy to stay. We sat down and chatted for a while about naturism and a nude lifestyle and eventually Susie asked if I would like to join them. She was very good about it, said they wouldn't expect a striptease in front of them and suggested I undressed inside and covered up with a towel which I could keep on or drop as I wanted. I knew I was safe in their company and am game for most things so I said I'd give it a try - with no obligation to get nude. Susie took me inside provided the towel and left me to 'change'. I came out feeling a little tense, sat down with them again. Susie brought out more coffee and as we continued talking I relaxed a bit and let the towel open to feel the sun on my legs, then a bit more so the sun was on my tummy and finally dropped it from around my chest. It felt very nice but I could feel my body was still tense; neither Sally nor Susie commented on my nudity and after a few minutes more I felt myself relax completely. When a bit later Sally asked me how I was liking being naked I was so comfortable I'd completely forgotten I was. Later we had a walk round her garden which I found absolutely magical naked. After a bit more talk I had to go home to call a client. I had a quick look round our garden and realised that it was completely private so I stripped off again and then made my first business call naked! I stayed naked for the rest of the day and when Allan came home he was very surprised to find me naked at the BBQ. I told him what had happened and how much I was enjoying myself and got him to strip off too. After about half an hour - once his erection had gone down - he also relaxed. We immediately started our naked existence, the night clothes went and the next Sunday we joined our neighbours at the local leisure centre for a naturist swim and sauna session and joined their naturist club. I spent most of the time naked while at home but after a couple of weeks started to feel restricted and wanted to experience being naked out in the wide open spaces. I mentioned this to Susie one day and she arranged for her, Sally and I to go to a naturist beach a short drive away. This is on a sandy bay about 3 miles long, the car park is one end and most people stay near the car park leaving 2 miles or so for naturists. There is a second access through a forestry track direct to the naturist bit and Susie parked by the track. Once we were out of site of the road we stripped off and walked the rest of the way to the beach where we made a little camp for our clothes before walking the length of the beach. Three ladies walking naked together did not seem to bother the few clothed people we met and I felt so free, with the light breeze teasing my body. The next weekend
I took Allan to the beach and as we both love running we ran
naked for 5 or 6 sublime miles along the beach before spending
the rest of the day in and out of the water. We've been back
to the beach for a run several times since; at weekends, the
evenings and once, when it was very hot and we both woke very
early, at 4.30 in the morning. That time we stripped and left
our clothes in the car as there was virtually no chance anybody
seeing us before we were in the trees. Michael's First Exeriences The first time
I remember enjoying going without clothes was when I was with
a group of boys at the tender age of 7 years. I was with them
quite near home, when they all stripped off to go swimming. I
thought that was very daring and seeing they were all having
such a good time, I did not hesitate too long before my clothes
hit the grass. Most of the boys were about 10 to 12 and to me
they looked very big and grown up! That first time being totally
free of those tight swim costumes I had to wear, when with my
parents. I just loved the freedom that being bare gave me. From
that moment on I was always trying to get my clothes off, but
my mum did not always approve, but often in the house I was naked,
running from bedroom to bathroom and sometimes downstairs.. I
often slipped out of my pajamas at night, my mum didn't seem
to mind, but my dad always insisted that I got dressed. Sam's first time experiences of walking nude In mid July 2006 I walked 10 miles with a mixed group of people in the English countryside on the hottest day since records began. We were all totally naked apart from strong shoes, a hat and suncream! The exclamation marks cannot describe both my delight and surprise that I actually did it! I never even knew it was legal (it is!) until I joined the SOC (Singles Outdoor Club). The benefits of taking up this challenge for me include a tremendous feeling of well being. I was very relaxed and felt less stressed than ever before. I met new and interesting people from all walks of life (helicopter pilots, bus drivers, computer consultants, engineers and many more) and, as I said to my wife after the walk, "at last I am starting to meet people who think like I do and some may even become good friends over time". Although not a naturist, my wife is very supportive and understanding and recently surprised me with a membership of SOC and BN (British Naturism) as a wedding anniversary present. I felt every possible emotion that humans can feel, although I know men are not so great at expressing them. Elation (at last I'm not doing this alone), Sadness (she's not going to join me after all) and of course Worry (what will people think?). I need not have been so concerned; our relationship has improved, my stress levels (and blood pressure) have lowered and of course walking 10 or more miles in the countryside is a great way to lose weight. I never did have the discipline for the weekly trip to the gym. My first walk started near Arundel in Sussex. After the first hundred yards or so from the car park everyone was nude for virtually the whole of the rest of the day's 10 mile walk across beautiful Sussex countryside with views of Bognor and the channel in the background. After a while I was enjoying the conversation and the scenery, and forgot that everyone was naked (I know it is a cliché but I really did believe this to be true that first day). I felt very comfortable; it was a hot day and I don't think I could have walked as far fully clothed. A swim in the sea to cool off at the end of the walk was not only a highlight, it made me feel like a kid again as we stumbled (it was pebbly) and splashed in the surprisingly warm sea on the South Coast of England. As the group enjoyed a well earned (fully clothed) supper in a traditional English pub after the walk, the conversation flowed with ease and I had to pinch myself to remind myself that a few hours ago these dinner guests were total strangers. Of course at the table someone (it may have been me, sorry) made that old joke "I didn't recognise you with your clothes on!". I'm not planning to shout from the rooftops of England although I am now more comfortable about telling my family and friends about a harmless pastime that I thoroughly enjoy: Walking in the nude. Sam. Billy's Experiences: What a great website,
thanks for taking the time to do it. Bob Writes about his First Nude Experiences: My earliest memory of being naked was when I was five years old. I had found nude playing cards in my father's underwear drawer. I looked at the cards and knew my mom would not like them. When I saw she was busy, I put them in my pocket and went to my secret play area and proceeded to get naked and try out the poses of the people on the card. I later asked my friend Anita and her brother Ronald to pose also. Naturally, we were caught by my mother, we all got our butts paddled, the cards went to the burn barrel, and my dad faced the Wrath of God…for a while. That began my lifelong pursuit of seeing naked people and being naked people. Though a lot of my naked activity with other male friends from age 8 to about 17 all centered around getting naked and being naked, but being boys and being we were in puberty, that usually resulted in masturbation games sometime within the framework of being nude. Living in a town of 300 or so people, surrounded by farms and fields and rivers, there was no end of places to go to be nude. My friend's dad was the town maintenance person and we had access to the locked area down by the dam that also contained the sewer system. On a hot 90 degree or better day, to step into the last round building where the water was in its last stage of filtering, and to sit on the big ledge naked in 60 degree temps was almost too much. But when we saw the balls shrinking up, outside we went. We would run and climb trees, walk on the dam ledge, and do all kinds of things. We used to spend at least two to three hours naked down by the river during the summer. We also had lots of hidden and private places along the river. There were many lovers lane spots that changed through the years as floods would carry the used condoms and beer cans down the river and over the dam. Our town maintained a park on one of the rivers curves at the edge of town. One of the features was the big slide. From the top of the slide, you could see the whole park. If it was only boys/men there, then suits came off and all were naked and playing in the water. I was never part of the mixed nude swimming, but did hear that different boy/girl teams would do the naked thing, but it was all whispers. There was also a large community building for picnics, etc .for the wetter days and cooler days. My friend and I used to ride our bikes out there, make sure we were by ourselves there, then get naked and just hang out in the building for the day. We would talk, play, masturbate, play, talk, and just be friends. We used to like walking the railroad tracks where we knew we would end up in secluded spots. We had private places at various fields and bends in the land along the river. I decided at age 16 to quit wearing underwear. Though my mom had to have known cause she did all the laundry, she never said anything. We once had a tornado approach the town in the middle of the night, and my dad had to wake me up. I got out of bed naked which surprised him, which he remarked on, but told him underwear bound me up when I slept, and he agreed that it could do that. Nothing more was ever said. Have slept naked ever since. In my twenties, my ex-wife and I did lots of camping and spending time swimming at local lakes and rivers. We always looked for private places and I always got as bare as possible. She wasn't as relaxed with it, but didn't object to me showing it off. In my thirties and early forties, I backed off on the nudity, but loved to be naked at home for as long as possible, but circumstances and such meant that I had to wear clothes except for in my bedroom. Then in my mid forties, my living situation changed and I was suddenly living alone. I had heard of some nude clubs in the area, but had difficulty finding them. Then out of the blue, a friend stopped in and told me he had heard I was looking for someplace to go nude. Seems there was a local nude area on one of the beaches a few miles from my house. We were on our way within a half hour. That was over ten years ago and have not looked back. From the people on the beach over the next two years, I learned of all the clubs in the area, where to go, where not to go, who was cool, and who was not. Everyone that knows me knows I am a nudist. My current partner is a nudist also, so life is good. We attend as many nude functions as we can, etc. Richard's Experiences: Let me start by saying that I have made numerous visits to your site and agree with your opinions on nudity. It is nothing to be ashamed of, and I've found that fellow naturists portray themselves as being open and honest. This is also an opportunity to "come out" as a naturist to more than just those people close to me. Like several other contributors on your "First Experiences" page, my life as a naturist began at an early age. I always felt that being naked was nothing to be ashamed of and that the human body is a thing of beauty. The first time I was naked other than at bath time was one night in bed when I was 9 or 10. I remember undressing in bed and thinking "at last, complete nudity" as I relished the feel of the bedclothes touching every inch of my body. From then on there was no stopping me. I'd be nude at every opportunity and even enjoyed an innocent session with the girl next door. At the age of 14, I began to sunbathe inside every time it was sunny. I also took advantage of cover at the end of the garden to sunbathe nude outside. At the age of 16, after completing my O levels, I began to camp outside overnight at every opportunity, and in the early hours of the morning I would explore the garden naked. On one occasion, having completed a clothed dry run first, I walked naked around the estate that I lived on, taking care to avoid being seen by any cars that came by. I was hooked - the feel of a warm breeze on my naked body was fantastic! From then on, I sunbathed naked whenever I could. A few years on and I was playing squash. Getting showered afterwards never caused me any embarrassment, although there was once one person who seemed to take too much interest which I didn't like. By the time I was married, my Wife knew how much I enjoyed being naked, especially in the summer. We were fortunate enough to buy a house which was not overlooked and I took full advantage. Although she is not a naturist herself, my Wife is very understanding and supporting. I returned her support by posing for her, she's an artist, so that she could do drawn nude life studies. Showing the end results to other people did not make me feel uncomfortable at all. I also undertake DIY and decorating naked, especially in the summer, when I find clothes to be particularly restrictive. I do not belong to a naturist club. but I suspect that had the internet been around in the mid 80s, I would have. That said, I wouldn't change anything, I'm content with being a Home Nudist whenever I can, although I'd love to pose for a local drawing club. Please feel free to use this on your webpage, it might help someone else to realise that naturism is normal and not sordid or dirty.
Since you did not realise that I was not a nudist, I thought it might be amusing to write a few notes about my body image especially regarding my penis. First, my sexual orientation, well, apart from the study of penises, I have no interest in men. I adore women, especially my wife who is my sole sexual partner. It's not that I am uninterested in trying other partners but my relationship with my wife is just too important. Anyhow, like you
I discovered sex and masturbation at the usual age and developed
a taste for going about the house nude when my parents were out.
Although my body image was poor, regarding myself as fat and
Since I was about 30, I have always slept naked and encouraged my wife to do likewise - she prefers to fuck naked but wears nightie and bra at other times. But as the influence of children around the house gradually fades and my interest in her body persists she is slowly changing her attitude. Apart from this, I felt little interest in nudism until, searching for information about super-orgasm, I found your site. This started me thinking and I now try to spend more time naked whist around the house. Unfortunately, the house and garden are not secluded enough to move around freely even when it is warm enough and I do not like the idea of being furtive. Now we are toying with the idea of visiting nudist beaches, there seems to be quite a few in the West Country, but beaches are not really our scene and it may come to nothing. So, here I am, a frustrated exhibitionist not sure how much he really wants to expose himself! And I must say that, when I look at your splendid penis that seems never to slacken, I pause longest at shots which also show your wife's lovely legs and smile. So, stay nude and who knows, someday we may join you. David Mike's first
experiences: First Experiences from a 15 year old: I started to like getting nude around the age of 12. Lucky for me my parents are somewhat okay with nudity, I mean they sleep nude every night. At the present time I am now 15 and sleep nude on the weekends. I really like the "freedom" it gives you. Also I gotta tell you that it is some of the best sleep I have ever goten. Also evry time my parents are out for a long-ish period of time I get nude and I like it. Course I'm a little shy about my nudity and usually stay in my room and spend time on Nudist Sites like Peter's or reading Loxie and Zoot, ( a naturalist cartoon from Australia) which I find very funny. Although as time passes I hope to get more couragous about my nudity and sleep nude more often. Michel from France: Nudist Lifestyle by Smoothmichel One of the most exciting things I have done in my life has happened when I finally get the chance to go on a vacation trip and really began to do first real naturism at the beach. Since my very young age even before puberty, I have been always very interested in nudist lifestyle but because of many factors such as my parental very Puritanism education, it was an impossible task although I have kept a strong interest of it all the time. I always remember those summer afternoon siesta at the age of 7 and more speeding time just lying nude in bed and enjoying looking to my naked body and observing my sex erected or not. Later on at the age of 12-13, I was able to spend fantastic naked time with my best friend at his large basement home room. We were absorbing every naturist magazines we were able to pick, lectures we prefer a lot better than the usual men mags of the time. At that stage of my life I still not had pubic hear and looking at my friend owns I began to prefer the smoother way. One day we have found a beautiful naturist gay magazine of nice outdoor pictures with smiling beautiful naked guys mostly erected. We used to love to consult this one. Be and stay erected was of your funniest play as we always were trying to ejaculated at the furthest moment and start again. Looking at naturist pictures just motivated even more me to be part of it. Nudity represents the finest way to shows you, the beauty of human been. And sexuality can really express itself through our nakedness. About five years ago I have got the chance to really experiment naturism during a week vacation in Cayo Santa Maria, Cuba. Going all day at the beach fully naked was so exciting that I felt sorry each time when we have to re cloth after day. Short after I began to visit naturist center or village. It was a tremendous feeling to stay nude all day long, walk, play sports and everything else. With these new naturist experiences, I have the opportunity to meet a lot of nudist enthusiasms and I have built strong new relationships with many of them. This community is very much diversified. Seeing others smoothers, people with tattoos and piercing was also part of an evolution of thinking and being. Nude open sexuality is becoming a major breakthrough among the nudist world since the beginning of this particular community. It is a refreshing, non aggressive way of living, which can be done in all respect of the others. I love the way Peter is just presenting the different points of views and also the generosity which he kindly reports his own experimentations. For instance, masturbation
has been and is still an important part of my life even before
my puberty. Speaking of masturbation and showing allows us not
only to break the Puritanism barriers but also to further enjoying
doing it with our fellows. And as I love to self-portrait Peter explorations in such subject as anus pleasure are just fascinated me in every aspects of nudity and sexuality although I sometimes stimulating myself that way but still very lightly I must say. It also confirms me that Anus area is also a beautiful part of the human body. Seeing it dilated or not is very erotic. I have found that both women and men are sexually appealing and can be exciting in regards of your own taste if I can say. And the anus may be the best example of that. Nudity is the best way to express your very distinctive body personality and it is amazing to see the diversity of it. Be nude and express yourself in the fullness of your body and soul. Smoothmichel. From Davy: Hi Peter and congratulations
on the very informative site. My first memory of being nude in
company was as a child of about 7 or 8 years old. We were all
daring each other and mine was to strip off and swing on a church
gate. This I did with another boy and I remember thoroughly enjoying
it and first noticing the erections that we both had. Nudity
never cropped up again until secondary school and the communal
shower after P.E. which, as I passed through puberty, reawoke
my interest in going naked. When I was alone for any length of
time at home I would strip off, usually sporting a huge erection
within minutes and keeping a pair of shorts handy in case anyone
came home early. Davy Roger
Writes: So we couldn't play naked outside. But we often shared a bedroom when I 'stayed over' or when the family took me on holiday with them and then we played all sorts of dare games that often, no usually, included a dare to remove the pyjamas. The resulting naked body was considered fair game for handling in any way the darer wanted! When Dad came back from WWII he decided to work in farming and he got on a Government scheme for training and experience. To cut a long story short, eventually the two families decided to start, of all things, a pig farm in Surrey. So both families duly moved to a new life that included sharing a very old farmhouse that was so large we could each have half with plenty of room. The farm was small, nay miniscule, by to-days standard but it included fields and woods that we boys were free to roam. We must have been ten or so by now and no doubt we both remembered what fun those night time 'dare' games had been, but hadn't lived close to each other for some years and neither mentioned them. But we had the space to play as much as we liked, after our farm chores were done and we romped through the wood, climbing trees and playing Cowboys and Indians just like the old days. It was Paul who took things to a new level. That day I was the captured Cowboy tied to the tree we used as a totem pole, in the traditional manner seen in so many Saturday morning films. It was a hot day and I was only wearing an old pair of football shorts and as I made a play of attempting to get free, I found the sensation of being helpless was making me erect. Naturally Paul noticed this and mumbled 'I dare you to let me take them off'. I think I croaked 'OK' but as Paul pointed out later, it didn't really matter, as I couldn't stop him anyway! Wearing shorts
and being tied was arousing; being naked and tied raised a whole
new level of excitement. I guess little boys have always played
with little boys and every male knows just what pleasure that
little organ can generate in it's owner, so Paul set about ensuring
that I enjoyed his little prank of stripping me. The Pig Farm was a financial disaster, there was a terrible row between our respective parents and after Dad moved the family away, I never saw Paul again. Dad was now a farm worker and so I was raised on farms. I had plenty of opportunities to get somewhere private and be naked in the open air, which I found as exciting and arousing each and every time. But it was always very private and I ensured there was no one around, but I had a deep longing to be seen and a terrible fear of being known as a 'nudist'! When I was old enough for a motorbike I took rides into the country or down to the coast but I never felt confident of any friend who came with me to strip off in front of them or even suggest it. The opportunities got less and less as I grew older and worked, then I got married and even then I didn't feel I could confide in my wife. I tried being nude around her some times, even outdoors when we were on holiday, but she was not comfortable with it. Then we started taking our caravan to France on holiday and found some isolated sites and beaches, we both prefer the isolated parts of the beach but both still stayed firmly 'cossied'. By sheer good luck, on one particular beach, I noticed a couple taking photos of each other and realised with a shock that they were both unashamedly naked. I pointed them out to my wife and explained that in France it was both legal and normal for people to be nude on a beach and I was going to join in. She shrugged and I shrugged out of my costume! What a revelation! It felt wonderful! I was naked and people could see me and of course nobody cared a jot! I walked the length of the beach, I swam and I got thoroughly sunburnt! To give her credit it took only a little persuasion and my wife joined in my fun. Back at work and talking to a colleague – not daring to tell him of course - he mentioned that he had been to Yugoslavia. Casually I asked him if he had been to any of their famous naturist beaches and equally casually he replied 'Oh yes, that's why we go there' I told him I had tried a naturist beach in France and he just smiled politely. There was no crash of thunder, no lightening, nothing. There I had admitted to being a naturist and nothing had happened! We talked and I explained my wife was not convinced. Cheerfully he told me to 'bring her round to see our holiday photos' and so we spent an evening looking at nude photos. Amazing! It was a definite turning point in my life and started a friendship that continues to this day. My wife is still not an enthusiastic naturist but she tolerates me and joins in when she feels relaxed which is fine by me. Now, if it seems appropriate, I now tell people that I am a naturist. The vast majority of people are not interested in what other people do and the strongest reaction I have had is 'Oh I could never do that' but most people don't give a jot! Jon's First Experiences: When growing up
I had all sorts of encounters with been naked or having parts
of me showing. When I got to about 12 you start to check other
people out who has got a bigger one than you, well I did all
that including skinny dipping but had only a little bit of touché
feely even thou probably would have liked a bit more. This is the
'First Experience' of Frances and her husband on Studland Beach
From Stewart Like many others, I have never been particularly fond of clothing, although in my childhood I basically wore what my parents required of me. I have slept in the nude from the age of 7 or 8. Starting around the age of 9 I became somewhat more independent about my clothing. At home I started wearing less clothing. My mother was helpful in making me looser clothes to wear around the house. I grew up in the Middle East and my mother began making me the Arab galabia; I also started wearing the lungi, or sarong, which is just a cloth wrapped around the waist. When it got hotter in the summer I was happy to wear no clothes at all at home. Again, my parents did not object. When I got into my teenage years, I was uncertain whether to be naked at home in front of my family, or not. I would spend long times naked at home when alone and challenge myself -- usually unsuccessfully -- to stay naked when everyone else would get home. At the age of 18 I came to the United States. The year was 1977. Although bathrooms, showers, locker rooms and so on were communal and nudity was common, I also found a great deal of suspicion on the part of my classmates. Loose clothing, nudity, and such were somewhat suspect as homosexual behaviour and there was not a straightforward appreciation of the body or the comforts of being at ease with it. Some years later a big change happened in my life. By this time I was married and living in Philadelphia. The summer was very hot, the house was not air conditioned, and I developed some type of skin condition that would erupt in painful red welts wherever any constricting clothing touched. We had several roommates, lots of friends, and an art studio downstairs with people coming and going all the time. Nevertheless I was so uncomfortable that I stopped wearing clothing at home at all. I simply told people it was a medical condition. To my surprise no one was shocked or upset. Everyone accepted the explanation and my nudity. Since that time I realized that many people are willing to accept nudity if it is presented as a natural state. There are many people in my life who accept that I am naked in my own home. It has been some 25 years since that summer and I rarely wear clothes in my house or outside in the garden, regardless of who comes by. It has been a wonderful part of my life. My wife, my daughters and my son, are sometimes clothed and sometimes not -- clothing is optional with no pressure to dress or not. Best Wishes, --------------- I asked Stewart how people coped with his nudity once his skin condition cleared up. This is his reply: Thanks for the reply. I can't say that my staying nude happened in one long linear fashion. After that summer I wasn't habitually nude all the time. For one thing we were living in a poorly heating row house in Philadelphia and it was way too cold!!! However, my realization remained that people were surprisingly open to the nudity itself. Later, when we moved to Florida, I began to be nude on a more regular basis. This time there was no medical explanation -- I simply presented my preference and asked my friends if they were comfortable with it. Almost everyone has been okay with it, especially if it is in my own home. Some friends have extended an invitation that I can be nude in their homes since they know I prefer it, and they've let me know that is okay with them. From Terry:
Experiences with Nudity and Nudism - Frank in South Georgia, USA I was told that when I was very young, I thought nothing of pulling my shorts down to pee outdoors. Of course, back then people didn't have an issue with such things like they seem to these days! When I was in the seven to ten year old range, I recall peeing outdoors with other boys when we walked in wooded areas. I guess I didn't have any issue with others seeing my little weenie and it sure didn't bother me to see other boy's bodies. Dropping my pants to show my dick and pee or whatever isn't really a part of nudism, rather more like exhibitionism, I suppose. At the time, of course, I knew nothing about nudism. All I knew is that, if I had to pee or if someone wanted to see my weenie, I had no problem exposing myself. Now, I didn't run around asking people if they wanted to see my little dick but I had no issue with being exposed if the situation was safe and secure. Being nude, or partially nude, with the other boys was commonplace. We would sometimes drop our shorts in the woods, but most often it would be in someone's home when his parents were gone. There was also one little girl who would let us take her pants off so we could see her. Any of the exploring of each other was in total innocence. These incidents were more akin to kids playing doctor than nudism. All I knew is I liked the feel of having no clothes on my body. As I entered puberty, the removal of our shorts took on a different meaning, as you can read in my masturbation story. Regardless of the motivation at that time, I enjoyed the feel of fresh air on my body. When my parents moved to a new neighborhood, there were wooded areas nearby that I liked to explore. After exploring a few times and finding that I never saw anyone else around, I began to remove my clothes and walk around a bit totally nude. Of course, as a teenager, I had an instant erection just thinking about being nude outdoors! There was never any nudity in my parent's home but I enjoyed being nude in my room. When my parents were gone and my little sister was with them, I'd have the run of the house to be nude, keeping a close watch for their return. If it were nighttime, I'd venture into the back yard to feel the fresh air on me. Being a teen, my dick got hard in no time and I'd end up having a nice jackoff outdoors in the moonlight! The nudity of the boy's locker room in middle school and high school never bothered me, nor did the showers at the YMCA when I went away to technical school. Although nudity was not allowed in the hallways at the Y during the day because of the maids, it was not uncommon to see guys with no more than a towel as they went between their rooms and the showers and restrooms at night. I became comfortable being nude in the corridors also. It felt totally natural to be nude in that situation and I never had anything on in my room. I got to know quite a few of the guys at the Y during the months I was there. Nudity was never part of our conversations, but the nudity in the showers was simply a fact of life. There were several gay men at the Y, for obvious reasons, I guess. The Y had a policy of tossing anyone out if there were complaints but there was only one who got thrown out while I was there. The only time I had an issue was one time in the shower. The shower stall was made for two people and there was often another man showering when I was in there. One evening, a man I had seen around the Y was showering at the same time I was and, after a bit, he reached over and touched my dick. It startled me because I had soap all over my head and didn't see his action. When I reacted, I brushed his arm away and he never tried to touch me again. I guess that's an example of "never drop your soap in the shower"!!! My nudity at home continued when I got my first real job and rented an apartment. I met a girl who I eventually married. We and our group of friends would occasionally spend an evening skinny-dipping at the river. There was just enough light to see everything and everyone so we didn't run into rocks or each other. I thought it was great to be outdoors with a group of people, most of whom were totally naked! As the night went on, some of us would drift to more secluded areas for sex but there were never any open sex acts among the group. At home, my first (now ex) wife and I were nude most of the time. Some of our friends had no issue with it, but we dressed when we knew family and other friends were coming over. My wife had a niece who spent weekends with us occasionally. They were nude together while bathing but I kept shorts on all of the time. The niece seemed OK with being seen nude at bath time and, by the time she was about ten, was always looking at the crotch of my pajamas to see if anything was going to flop out, I guess. Then, one day, she found a couple of nudist magazines we had and things changed. We were concerned about the niece finding the magazines, but she was not at all shocked and, in fact, had a lot of questions. She knew what boys looked like, so that part of it was no issue. Until then, she had no idea that families would be nude in the outdoors with other families. It was obvious that she was a nudist in the making! I became less concerned about whether she saw me nude after that. I would change clothes with her in the room, mostly with my back turned. In time, I just went about as I would if it were only my wife and me there. The niece enjoyed the freedom to come from a bath with only a towel around her then dispense with that after a bit. She continued to be nude routinely with us even as her body developed. She knew it was a safe environment and gave her the opportunity to enjoy her growing love of nudism. Although we shared the enjoyment of being clothes-free, many other issues developed over the years and my first wife and I divorced. In time, I met the woman who is my true soulmate. From the beginning of our relationship, we rarely had clothes on around home. After very little discussion, we decided to venture out to a nudist camp we found online. We spent the day there and, although I had the usual concern of most men, I didn't have to cover up. It was an enjoyable day but the drive was long enough to encourage us to check into something closer. We found a non-landed adult group through the AARP website, contacted them and became members. The house parties seemed more intimate because we met in a member's home rather than being outdoors. The members ranged from clerks to doctors and lawyers but everyone looked the same with no clothes! There was also the typical range of body types one sees in any nudist group. We found out very quickly that there was a swinger aspect to the group. Nothing happened during a house party, but plenty was happening between parties! Since this article is about my(our) nude life, I won't go into detail but we got to know one couple from the group very well. Around that same time, another nudist group started building a camp nearby so we joined it. It was great being nude outdoors with a lot of other people, including families. We would go on Saturday, rent a cabin and stay until Sunday evening. It was interesting to see families arriving after church on Sunday, still in their dress clothes, stand by their vehicle and get nude. In most cases, the kids were naked before mom and dad could get undressed. Seeing children of all ages on the playground doing the same things they would in the textile world was quite refreshing. The camp was our first experience of showering while a person of the opposite gender was also taking a shower. It seemed so natural being in that environment, though. I must admit that the first time I was in the poolside shower and a woman walked up to shower, I wondered if my dick would behave! We exchanged pleasantries while both of us washed everything. I felt a bit of stirring in my dick but, while it became a bit engorged, I never got close to having a hardon. A job transfer took us away from the friends we had made in the nudist groups, unfortunately. Since then, we haven't become a part of any group but we have visited nude beaches occasionally. As we have moved toward full retirement, relocation has again put us in the position of trying to find like-minded people. There is no shortage of people who want to be nude and have sex and, while we go that direction occasionally, we really want to find others who simply enjoy social nudity. We are, beyond a shadow of a doubt, nudists whether it's just the two of us or in a social setting. Nudity is an important part of a sexual encounter but it does not equate to sex in and of itself. Certainly, after a day of being around others in a nude setting, we're primed for some good sex. We're very satisfied with our intimate life together and have no need to bring others into it to make it work. However, if there is a high level of compatibility with others, we enjoy sharing intimately. I hope you've enjoyed this article. Have a great nude day! This is a facinating series of 'First Experiences' from Jack: Hi Peter, I thought
that you might be interested in a rather unusual 'First Experience',
where a psychologist asked me to model for a couse that she was
running to help women with frigidility problems. ------------ After the success of that evening, the tutor asked if I would be interested in doing a further session concentrating of the postate. The intention of the course would be an anatomical part to explain the function of thr prostate. This would include explaining the difference between pre cum and sperm. The practical part of the course would involve prostate detection and massage. It would also help to illustrate how a woman can use both the penis and the postate to give pleasure to a man. I somewhat reluctantly agreed to go ahead with the course. I was not totally at ease with the practical side of the course. I was not sure that all those women playing with my anus and massaging my postate,would count as humiliation or education. I decided that as long as it was for an educational purpose, then I would go along with the idea. The tutor asked
me not to have sex or masturbate 3 days before the lesson. I
would need to be smooth and I turned up for the course at 7 40 pm, the tutor brought me to a small waiting droom and she asked me to take off all my clothes. She went to the classroom and I heard her introduction. It was forbidden to take photos. She went on to say that today's subject is the prostate and the function that it performs. She described how touch a postate and do even a massage. She then said that they will then learn how manipulate balls and penis from behind and what the difference is between precum and cum. The tutor then
returned to me. I was nude and smooth as requested and she invited
me into the classroom. There were 10 ladys were sitting in chairs.
Only a metre away there was a table, where I was asked to kneel
with my knees apart. I could lean on my hands or elbows. As requested
I had to spread my legs, the tutor then placed a mirror betweem
them. She put on a glove and put lubricant on the fingers. She
inserted her index finger in my anus and indicated how to locate
the prostate. Initially it was painfull and it mad me feel as
if I was going to pee. At the end, the tutor presented everybody a drink. I accepted my glass and joined in the conversation although completely naked. Everybody had a very interesting discussion! Hi Peter, Like so many other contributors I had all sorts of encounters with been naked or having parts of me showing when growing up. When I got to about 12 I started to check other people out who has got a bigger penis than me, my mates and I used to masturbate together and skinny dipping. I have always slept in the nude and enjoyed being naked from a very early age. I was never shy in front of girls and would readily join in “Show me yours, I’ll show you mine”.
My first experience at a nude beach was a few years later. It was a most bizarre first experience as it came out of the blue. At the time I was dating a girl who enjoyed relaxing at the beach as I did, and one day she suggested that we take her mother to the beach as well. Her mother was a very attractive woman who enjoyed beach holidays as a child.
We set off for Bournemouth but by the time we arrived the beach was very crowded so we decided to travel on to Studland where I hoped it would be much more quite. To my relief it was and we all settled down after finding a pleasant spot on the beach. We all knew about the nudist beach and thought nothing off it and would certainly not be offended by a naked person walking past. It was a very hot day and sure enough there were quite a few nude sunbathers on the beach. We found a nice spot to settle down and to my surprise, and without hesitation, my girlfriend’s mother stripped naked. My girlfriend blushed and explained that her parents were avid naturists and spent most summer holidays on the continent at nude beaches and resorts. Seeing my discomfort her mother apologised and began covering up realising that her nakedness was unexpected. At first I didn’t know what to say but I soon gathered my thoughts and said that I have never been naked at a beach before but that nudity didn’t offend me and suggested that I was happy to go naked. My girlfriend was delighted and stripped off as well. I followed suit but was a little apprehensive at first but soon got used to the fact that I was enjoying being naked. Not surprisingly for me I was soon sexually aroused by the sight of two very attractive women and an erection soon followed. I couldn’t hide my erect penis for long before the two women saw it. They were very good about it and told me to think nothing of it and no that long after it soon returned to its flaccid state. I still find myself getting very hard when the sun beats down on my exposed penis. It's a pity the male erection is frowned upon and still often viewed as 'obscene' because it's only natural. I realized that day that I was a natural for the nude beach and that I loved being naked in an environment where people were not offended by nudity. I enjoyed the freedom of being nude with other people around. Kind regards John Hello Peter, I recently discovered your site while surfing the net and what a great it is, I have spent many a happy hour looking at it, must say I'm impressed with your erection in all the pictures, does it ever go down? You may want to use this or just discard it. As most of the first timers are mainly from men I thought I would share my first experience getting naked and masturbation with you, as a young girl nudity and sex were strictly not discussed in our house. When I was about 14 one of my mother friends was a keen armature artist and asked if I would pose for a portrait for, all innocent enough and my mother agreed. The lady in question called Ethnie was around 40ish, attractive and very bubbly. After several sittings Ethnie produced a really nice portrait of me, which I still have to this day, after she had finished the portrait asked me if I would be prepared to pose nude for her, I said I was not to sure about that but she assured me that as the portrait had gone so well it would be fun, after a little more persuasion I agreed, Ethnie did say she did not think it would be a good idea to tell my mother, I didn't either. When I arrived for the first session I was very nervous never having been naked in front of anyone else before I had never even seen another naked body. Ethnie took me into her little studio and suggested I strip off, I was still not sure about this but she soon had all my clothes off, I was now totally naked and a little shy, Ethnie said there was nothing to be embarrassed about and that she often did not bother with clothes around the house or garden and enjoyed being naked. She said what a great figure I had (at 14 I was not that well developed but did have a fair amount of pubic hair) and not to be shy, I was posed on an old sofa with some chiffon drapes. After about an hour we had a break Ethnie asked if I was comfortable being naked and I said I was really enjoying the sensation, she said would I mind if she striped off as well, soon she was completely naked as well, she had large boobs with big nipples, nice legs and she also had lots of pubic hair, I was fascinated never having seen anyone else naked, we spent the rest of the session with both of us naked which I really enjoyed. Our next session was the following week, I could hardly wait. When I arrived Ethnie opened the door already naked, it did not take me long to strip off, when I was naked Ethnie came and put her arms around me and kissed me saying she was really pleased I had agreed to pose for her, the feeling of her naked body pressed against mine was a new sensation and sent a shiver through me making me quite excited, Ethnie asked if I liked the feeling of our bodies touching and I had to say yes, she also asked if I masturbated, I had to say I did not know what she was taking about. With that she said she would show me, she kissed me again and placed one of my hands on her boobs and rubbed until her nipples started to stick out, all this was stating to make me feel a little giddy so she sat me on the sofa and put her arms around me and gentle massaged my neck and my small boobs until my nipples became erect, all this was making me very excited, gradually her had worked its way down my body until it reached my pubes, she spent a good deal of time just massaging them until she gently slid her fingers between my legs and began to gently massage me, she proceeded to do this until I had she brought me to my first orgasm, I thought I was going to pass out. That was how this wonderful woman introduced me to my naked life style and to mutual masturbation, we continued our relationship for a good many years until she sadly passed away, whenever we met up we both got naked and satisfied each other needs, from that day to this I never wear underwear and spend as much time as I can naked. I am also fortunate to live next door to a couple in Surrey, similar to your self where the man frequently gardens in the nude and often sporting an erection, but that's another story. Kind regards Hello Peter, my
name is Matt and I love your page. The readers experience's page
especially. I thought I would share my own with you. I thought you might be interested in my nudist experiences. Like you, I think that term applies to me more than "naturist" because I like to be in the nude outdoors. My first experience with this was about 23 or 24 years ago when I was 30. I lived in southern Wisconsin then and heard about a nude beach on the Wisconsin River near the little town of Mazomanie. They called it "Mazo Beach." So one day in the early summer I set out to find it. It was about a two hour drive and I had a hard time locating it, but finally did. It was hidden away quite well and there was no indication of it being a nude beach until you were well away from the rustic parking area. I didn't see anyone around for the first few minutes as I walked by the river clothed. Finally, I decided to take the plunge, laid my towel on the sand by a big bush, and nervously stripped. It was a warm day but there was a breeze blowing and as I started walking I felt it on my balls and it felt wonderful! I couldn't believe I was actually walking naked along the river, my dick hitting my thighs. But I was still a bit nervous because even though there were other cars in the parking area, I hadn't seen anyone yet. Then up ahead I thought I saw movement and after a few minutes a tall nude fellow came into view. Then I saw a butt on the river's edge as its owner was gazing out over the fairly narrow river. The tall guy looked to be about 40 or 45, and the guy by the river probably 60. The tall guy walked up to me and started shooting the breeze. His name was Jerry and he was a frequent visiter to the beach. He told me during the weekdays only men usually were there, but on the weekends there were women and children as well. As we talked I noticed Jerry's sizable and nicely shaped cut dick was starting to twitch a bit and I felt mine beginning to do the same. He reached down, gave his balls a scratch and pointed to the bush where his towel was and asked if I'd like to go there to continue our chat. As we walked together I could see his dick definitely rising. He reached down, gave it a tug and smiled at me. When we got to the bush he led me behind it and then reached for my very interested dick. I let him fondle me and then I did the same to him. We ended up jacking each other off and for the first time a big load of my cum shot out and hit the sand of that beach. After that day, I tried to get to Mazo beach at least once every 2 or 3 weeks. I usually went on weekdays, but did go a couple of days on the weekend. It was a very different scene then as Jerry had told me, and much more of a family atmosphere. There was no fooling around behind the bushes on weekends. I got to know some of the regulars quite well. I met a middle aged priest who was fascinating to talk to, and I met another guy who gives erotic massage so I made an appointment with him and experienced that for the first time. It wasn't the last! I learned the beach was not officially a nude beach, but that the powers that be knew it was being used as such and since visitors were bringing income into the town they just winked at it. But there were signs indicating where you could be naked and where you had to be fully clothed. it was a sad day
when after seven years, my work moved me away from Wisconsin
and Mazo Beach. To this day I miss the feeling of freedom I had
there, walking nude by the river and enjoying the nudity of others.
It's really the only outdoor place where I engaged in group nudity,
other than at the YMCA I frequented in Wichita, KS. The sauna,
jacuzzi, and steam room were all just off the men's locker room
and men usually used them in the nude. Occasionally very discreet
sexual contact would take place. It's quite an interesting feeling
having your groin and dick fondled by a foot in the jacuzzi!
My other experiences have all been solitary and mostly at night
when I couldn't stand not feeling the air on my naked skin. I
live in Oklahoma now and have a fenced in back yard. During the
day I wouldn't dare be nude back there because the fence is not
high, but during the night there's no one around but the dog
so I enjoy striding around from time to time. Between that, and
getting a massage occasionally in Wichita or Oklahoma City, that's
it for my current nudist experiences. From Paul, I am a 49 year
old male. When I was young I was very shy and would have been
embarrassed being seen nude, but naturally I already had something
in mind about it. That was, after I reached 30, I realised that
as most people would also be embarrassed being seen nude and
that's what all the fun is about. Then I went to a naturist beach
and stripped completely nude. I enjoyed it when clothed people
passed by seeing me nude because I like being different to them,
as I imagined they wouldn't do it. From Dave, I was inspired
to write in having read the experiences of Frances at Studland
which I found to be extremely erotic and I must confess, very
arousing! James' First Experience: For years I had
been a home naturist and only enjoyed being nude with others
via webcams. Recently I was on business in the South Coast area
and was only a few miles away from Brighton. I had heard many
good things about the Bristol Gardens Health Spa in the town,
so I thought it was time that I summoned up my courage and popped
my naturist cherry. Kevin's First Experience: I want to share my first masturbation story with you. It was an experience that I will never forget as long as I live. It was the summer of 1972 and I had just turned 11. My mother and I had been working in the yard all day and were hot and sweaty. I went to our pool house to shower. My dad had always taught me how to clean my penis. I began showering and my mom came to get my dirty clothes. Soon I heard a splash in the pool. My neighbor’s daughter had came for a swim. I had NO clothes on in the pool house. There was no shower curtain and soon she came in to pee. I had and erection since I vigorously had just washed my penis. She immediately locked her eyes on my penis. My skin was pulled back and as soon as I knew she was looking, I erupted. She giggled, peed, and went back to swimming. We have always had a laugh from time to time about that hot summer afternoon. She would never date me, but I always remember the sweet young lady that was the first woman to ever see me ejaculate. Dave's Story Peter, I've so
enjoyed your website, and reading of other people's experiences,
that I wanted to add my own contribution. Dennis's Experience in the Royal Navy: I joined the royal
navy as a young lad of sixteen as a boy seaman. In 1946, I was
a young leading seaman coxswain in Malta, I had made plans to
go ashore the next day, when the boat officer sent for me and
said there had been a request from the wrens (lady sailors) for
a boat to take them to a beach picnic on Sunday. I was none too
pleased about this, but as it was an order, could not do much
about it. A troopship was laying offshore with lads returning from the far east. I sailed around it and the girls who by now were in their new bikini's, got quite a welcome with whistles and ribald comments from those on deck. As the girls had requested a quiet beach i set a course for a beach I knew. It was a shallow horseshoe shape and was surrounded by high cliffs. Beaching the boat I jumped ashore and drove a long stake into the sand and tied the boat to it. The girls were walking up the beach as I started to unrig the boat and started to make everything shipshape for the return leg. This took about twenty minutes and by the time I had finished and looked up the beach I was horrified to see they had taken their wet bikinis off and were laying out nude. I was at a loss, not quite knowing how to handle this I was a trifle bemused. Before I had time to think something up, the P.O. who had been swimming down toward me, stood up in the shallows, naked, and said, "come along lad, get your shorts off and join us''. I took off my shorts and trying to hide my hardening prick turned toward her, she smiled and said, "we have seen all kinds of cocks in the flaccid and erect state so do not worry about it. "I followed her up the sand to join the others and by the time we got to them my semi erection was gone. We played beach games and swam all day. The petty officer and one other wren were smooth, which was unusual in those days. After lunch and mid-afternoon the wind was blowing good, so I suggested we take advantage of it and return. The lesson I learnt that afternoon was that all women are not like playboy bunnies but are still beautiful. Also that I loved the smooth body and have been that way ever since. I married the other smooth girl later. We shaved each other completely and lived a great nudist life. We joined 2 clubs in England and also went to the Isle du Levant where she loved to shop in 'le minimum' and high heels amongst all the textile tourists. I realized I had married a sexy exhibitionist. Rob's first experience: As a teenager I
had skinny dipped in the local stream with others but as I moved
away to university and a career I thought no more of it , especially
during years of raising a family.However, on a walking holiday
in West Wales I went down to a remote beach and whilst I was
exploring a couple descended to the beach and proceeded to undress
and swim naked in the rather cold sea. I rather self consciously
watched for a while but then climbed back up from the beach to
the clifftop and away. I had never had a homoerotic experience before so was fascinated by how I felt to see men masturbating each other. I decided that I liked it and had missed out. Quite a first nudist experience. Spencer's First Experiences: I'm completely comfortable with nudity of both sexes and although I have to admit that I initially went to naturist beaches to see nubile young women frolicking on the beach (chance would be a fine thing) I am perfectly happy walking around talking to older gents in the nude. (I myself am 34 years old and first stripped off when I was 29) I found that my first trip to Studland was a bit frustrating in that there was a distinct lack of naked young ladies waking about the place, but to my surprise I did enjoy walking around in the dunes talking to the tanned gents who were standing scanning the horizon. I guess I was a bit naive in thinking that everyone was simply a naturist but then the sexual tension was quite obvious, now that I look back on it. Anyway, I did enjoy a fantastic 5 hours or so scampering about those dunes in the nude, talking to the gents there about everything from the weather to current affairs, and not caring a jot when I became as stiff as a board. It's strange how prudish we are about erections, and stranger still how few men sport them on naturist beaches, but for me it's perfectly normal and not something to hide - I'm sure you understand! A lot of the gents offered to 'help me out' but in my naivety I just declined, which I guess to them must have seemed strange, standing there as I was with an erection and a healthy amount of pre-cum dribbling down my shaft! I think I must have frustrated them, as well as myself! When I did decide to leave the beach I traipsed off with a flaccid but frustrated penis, covered in fine grains of sand that had stuck to my pre-cum. I did, however, come across a very tanned Scotsman with a large beer-belly sunning himself in a hollowed out dune on the edge of the naturist area. He nodded and something made me put down my rucksack and sit there a few feet away from him and start to chat, as I had done with half a dozen other gents that very afternoon. It didn't take long for my penis to become erect again as I sat back in the sand immodestly, occasionally touching my penis 'incidentally'. After twenty minutes or so, his eyes were pretty much fixated on my groin and our conversation naturally ran its course as both of us became very dry-mouthed. I was expecting the euphemistic offer to 'help me out' when it came, but wasn't expecting that I would hear myself decline again! I sensed his frustration and felt mine as I brazenly wiped the pre-cum from my helmet. A voice inside me asked if he would be offended if I wanked, and in no time at all I was kneeling 3 feet in front of him vigorously masturbating in total abandon. The Scotsman started to tug on his rather small penis (the size of his beer belly exentuated this, I feel) and developed a partial erection. I think he sensed that I was in a complete frenzy, and when he offered again to 'help out' not a single heterosexual bone in my body protested as I lay back on the side of the dune and let him take me in his mouth. Obviously I came pretty quickly and, as you probably know, when you do gush like that, there is no debate in your mind over the gender of the the mouth that is foliating you. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and lay back in the sand as he spat my cum out. I sense that he wanted me to reciprocate and in some way I felt obliged to help relive his frustration. In the end we came to an accommodation whereby he knelt down in the sand and I behind him, with my hand round his waist, yanking away at his short but stubby member. I strained against his back and actually became hard again as my cock rubbed against the small of his back and then the top of his buttock, as I strained to make him come. Expertly, though, I did manage to make him cum as I yanked away vigorously with my right hand, while tweaking his nipple with my left. I remember the feeling of euphoria I had in giving another man pleasure and the giddy excitement as we rolled around the dune together, cum and sand sticking to our sweaty bodies as a group of other men chortled their approval from the crest of the dune. I let him lie on top of me and enjoyed his weight as it bore down on me making us both hard again, as we rolled about in the hollow of the dune. He invited me to spend the night in his bungalow and I enjoyed the carefree time we spent pleasuring each other that night. I don't think he was used to coming so many times in quick succession and I was certainly not used to pleasing other men. I didn't allow him to penetrate me, though, and felt no desire to penetrate him, but felt a kinship and camaraderie in helping to relive the sexual tension in his loins, and pleasure him unconditionally with my tongue. He was generous enough to let me stay for a few days as we spent the best part of the week on the beach, going for walks, holding hands, and reliving each other as the need arose. He was also pragmatic enough to let me wander about the beach in the afternoons and have fun with some of the other guys, but something inside me made me return to him even when my balls were drained, and lie together with our penises rubbing up against each other. Anyway, I don't regard myself as 'gay' or 'bi' or any of those other restricting terms, I simply like getting my kit off and having fun. Autobiography of Peter a Teenage Nudist (Peter's photos are in Gallery1) I grew up in Scotland in the 1960s and moved to London when I was 16 in 1973. Shortly after arriving in London, I saw an advertisement in Time Out magazine asking for people to join a nudist club in Kent. I arrived at Eureka naturist club near Longfield early one evening. Having never been naked in a public place before, I was a little bit embarrassed at first and was frightened to take off my clothes for about the first 10 minutes. Then, being determined to take the plunge, I took off all my clothes suddenly and very quickly and was never embarrassed about it again after that. It had been something that I had always wanted to do since I went through puberty at the age of 11 or 12. When undressing at night, I would have this ecstatic feeling and would walk around naked in my room for about fifteen to twenty minutes each night looking at myself in the mirror. I also started to get sexually aroused around that time, although I didn't really understand much about that at the time as, while it might seem hard to believe now, in the small town in Scotland where I grew up, at that time, many kids didn't learn the facts of life until they were about 12 years old. No-one had explained to me what erections were although I probably had them most nights and would sit there, feeling sexually excited, listening to music like the early Pink Floyd in the dark, feeling as if I was floating in space. I was generally considered to have grown up "too quickly", but what my parents and other people at the time didn't understand was that, probably due to my early puberty, I was in some sort of spiritual ecstasy much of the time, which came to me from a variety of sources such as listening to imaginative music, looking up at a starry sky at night, going for long walks in the country and becoming aroused by the changes in my own body. It was also about this time that I saw pictures in a magazine of a naked primitive tribe sitting around a fire and I decided that, when I was older, or, as soon as I ever got the chance, I would travel somewhere where it was possible to be naked all the time. My mother saw me
naked regularly at that time in the home and later, when I was
15, some girls at school had stripped all the clothes off me,
while they were having a prank Fortunately, I was good-looking and had a good body and loved women looking at me naked and there wasn't the emphasis in the media at that time like there is nowadays about sizes of genitals and of breasts etc. There is also a lot of paranoia nowadays about pictures of naked teenagers but I loved having my photograph taken for Health & Efficiency magazine, which happened several times when I was at Eureka. However, I did find that there were several undesirable types hanging around Eureka amongst the older men, which is why I decided the next year, instead of going back to Eureka, to join Fiveacres Country Club in St. Albans, just north of London, which purported to be a more serious naturist club, and I also went to nude swimming sessions with them at Watford one night each week. The secretary of Fiveacres also took a photo of me naked with my arms round a young girl, who was also a member of the club, and told me that he might also send it to Health & Efficiency magazine. Unfortunately, I never saw the photograph, which I would have loved to have seen, and never discovered whether it was ever published, which I very much hoped it would be. Earlier that year, I had also stayed for a brief period in a hippy commune which was started up by Bill Dwyer, organiser of the ill-fated Windsor Free Festival, which took place later the same year at Windsor Great Park, and ended up with the police beating everyone out of the park with truncheons. For some reason, although that was all over the news at the time, it became quickly forgotten about. In Bill Dwyer's commune, which was supposed to be practising free love, we all slept naked in a room at the back and there were two very sexy-looking young girls there, both aged 17, one of whom I managed to have a brief fling with. In 1977, at the age of 20, I started travelling in Europe. I first went to Yugoslavia on holiday, mainly because I had heard that there were lots of naturist beaches there. As well as that, I found the people there to be very friendly and particularly found the young people to be very lively. I had a brief love affair with a girl in Zagreb, who was a music student, which still stands out in my memory as being one of the most beautiful moments of my life, although our relationship didn't last very long, due to us living in different parts of Europe. I must admit that I found the Croatian women to be very beautiful and many of them were interested in me at that time, being a foreigner. I later returned to (what was then) Yugoslavia many times during the 1980s and my favourite place was the island of Mljet on the Croatian coast, where many young Yugoslavs went at that time as a cheap place to go where they could skinny-dip. I also visited, amongst other places, the town of Ulcinj in Montenegro, where there was a very long stretch of unspoilt beach leading down to the Albanian border where it was possible to go nude. I spent the next three years living and working in Holland, where the naturist movement was just starting up at that time and where there were some nudist beaches on the coast which were popular with the young people. In 1980, I moved to what was at that time West Berlin at the time of the squatting movement. I found that many young Germans at that time were heavily into nudism and accepted nudity naturally, although sometimes it seemed to me to be contrived. In Denmark, which was the first country in Europe to make nudity legal on all public beaches and which I visited several times between 1976 and 1980, it was also very popular among the young people at that time. During the 1980s and 90s, I also visited nudist beaches in the Greek islands, Portugal and Fuerteventura, which is one of my favourite places and which I would strongly recommend to anyone who wants to get away from the crowd. Unfortunately, attitudes have changed since I was younger and I have found that the young British people today, instead of accepting nudity as being natural, tend to associate it with pornography, which they are watching all the time on their computers. I think that this is a very bad trend, but what I would advise young people today who want to go nude is to ignore everything in the media and just do it anyway. Don't listen to all the nonsense about sizes of breasts and genitals and, if you're unhappy with your body, remember that, if you go to a nudist club or beach, the chances are that there will be people of all sorts of shapes and sizes there and that it is unlikely that you will stand out.
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