When I was a small kid (between 4 and 6 or so), I used to get naked and play “Naked Man”, fighting crime with my Power Penis… Unfortunately, no,

I’m not making that up. I pretended I could shoot some form of power column from my dick to get the better of the bad guys… I was eventually caught by my mom and she was fairly worried about it. Predicated on that and a number of other things, I became a very diffident, self-concious kid. I would be certain to always be as covered-up as possible. In summer, I never wore shorts, regardless of how hot it was, let alone take off my top. I was so shy about every part of my body I wouldn’t even go barefoot. I could sometimes be coaxed to go to the beach with my family on vacation, but that took some effort and by the time I was about 10 or so, I quit. The only time I would be nude (aside from the bath/ shower) was when I’d go to sleep. I gradually went from pajamas, to just pajama bottoms, to underwear and eventually to sleeping bare.
In my late teens and early 20’s, I made an effort to face my fears. I faced my fear of heights by going rockclimbing and I faced my self- http://wnude.com/nudist-teens.html by going to a nudist resort. It took a bit of looking to discover a resort that would accept a single man in his early 20’s, but I discovered http://kyxaz.com about a 45 minute or so drive away.
I was rather nervous, my stomach flip flopping the whole drive over. as soon as I got there, the pools were in light of the parking area. Seeing all those nude people made me both nervous and excited. Shaking, I was able to get undressed and walk over to the pool space.

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I believed there were too many individuals to confront simultaneously, so I chose to walk around the property a little. As I did, there was an old couple that came from the pool and walked along behind me. I kept thinking “ahh! They’re seeing my bum!” and I discovered a bench to sit on. They grinned as the passed, but I was a bit of a crash. I eventually pushed myself to visit the pool area and I lay down on my blanket.
I was amazed in the folks there, young, old, lanky, buxom. Chiefly I was surprised in the amount of adolescents and kids. I felt rather envious of them and wondered how my life would have been different had I grown up in a nudist family. Would I be more confident? I’d surely have been more willing to proceed to the shore with my high school buddies, something I ‘d never done and thus I had missed a great deal of fun.
Finally, I got up and walked around to the pool and as I did, a teenaged girl in the family that had been sitting nearby looked at me and smiled. I remember thinking “Oh, no she’s seeing *it*.” But all she did was smile and turn back to her parents.
All in all I stayed just about 2 1/2 or 3 hours, since I had to leave to go to work. But by the time I left, I felt very comfortable. I actually didn’t need to leave. I did not go again that year, but made sure to go the next.