really started down the path to truly being a nudist right before I entered my early adolescents. How I learned of nudism I don’t recall. Since I was raised in an exceptionally old-fashioned family I do recall that my parents view of it was not positive.
During the summer of 1975 my mom got a job. Up until then she had been a stay at home mom while my father went to work everyday.
I started by being naked inside the house while they were gone to work. Generally I’d just do stuff anyone might do but I ‘d do it nude.
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Visit our siteOne time I saw some sun coming in through the front door and decided I needed to get outside nude.
Now I should describe my neighborhood. It was an old blue collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little larger than half an acre. When they built the area they didn’t contain an alley. At the far back there were two very old wooden tool sheds (which play a role in the story later), some trees, as well as a near jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the houses in the rear. On both sides of the back yard were other houses with just a wire fence dividing the lawns. This meant our property was open to viewing by neighbors on either side. They had fences, trees, and structures that meant none of the neighbors beyond them could be seen. The front yard was typical sized with a driveway and no fencing or seclusion for the majority of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with a different area road.
My first experiences going outside naked were in my backyard when my parents were gone. So I made the decision to find more ways to be nude outside more often. Which meant I needed to locate a method to be bare when my parents were home.
I made the decision to convert one of the ancient tool sheds into my own personal naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it’d be my club house. Of course since I didn’t have a club I guess that didn’t matter. It’d have simply looked to them like another one of those silly notions I had all the time. Among the tool sheds, which I suspect had actually been a fairly good sized workshop long time ago, was in pretty good shape structurally but it was a catastrophe inside. Decades of soil and crap had piled up. So I grabbed a broom and paper towels and started cleaning. Once it was clean (to utilize the word loosely) it was time to make it private. So I got some trash bags, which were solid black, and cut the seams and used them to cover a big open part that faced a neighbor’s house. Since the tool shed was in the far back buried in the bamboo I was secluded from our house and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was larger, gave additional protection from the view of the neighbors. I actually don’t know how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or reading while bare.
But none of this was enough for me. So I made a decision to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I began scaling out my bedroom window naked at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the side of the home with a brick wall dividing it from the neighbors. The only risk was if my parents chose to check on me and noticed I was not in the room. Gradually I started to walk further and further in the yard each night. Being that it was around midnight or later there wasn’t any traffic and no one was outside but me. Nor could https://s3.amazonaws.com/nudistpics/young-nudist-photos.html see me from any windows.
But https://s3.amazonaws.com/nudistpics/beach-voyeur.html ‘t the largest risk I took. Currently I also stopped utilizing the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I decided to walk out the front door naked, in broad daylight, and round the house to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I’d climb over the fence only for the encounter. Anything to enhance the sensation of being bare. And this was when I started climbing trees in the back yard, which was dangerous as well.
Now comes the truly ridiculous section of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I chose to take the trash out while nude. Perhaps I was nave and really thought I could just get away with this since I appeared to get away with so much else. Or perhaps it was the delight of the risk of being caught. Remember there was not an alley so garbage pick up happened in front of the house next to the road. So here I go wearing only my birthday suit out to the road carrying a bag of rubbish. And would not you know it some neighbor children (who I did not know) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a second. I turned and walked back in the home scared I was going get in big trouble. Nothing seemed to come of this over the next day or two so I figured it was trendy. Boy was I wrong.
Later that week I went to a youth event down in Houston. Upon my return as I was dropped off by a friend I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they normally did when the weather was pleasant. But when I came up I saw they weren’t happy. It was then that I learned that the children had told their parents who’d telephoned the authorities. The police had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher. Nevertheless , once they spoke to the children that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t talk and the policemen agreed not to pursue it.
Now do not go believing I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote before my parents were quite conservative and didn’t approve of nudism. They simply could not comprehend why I would do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this stopped my outside nudist adolescent experiences to say the least.
Off and on through the years afterwards I’d still occasionally be nude inside while home alone. But even after getting married, my wife and I didn’t go around the house nude. Afterward about 9 years back I learned of Christian Naturists and found there was no conflict between my beliefs and naturism. In fact, I learned that they actually go together. By visiting naturist web sites I learned more of naturist philosophy and body acceptance. While my wife became a family nudist I taken societal naturism as being a big part of my entire life.
Today whenever the temperature permits I’m bare at home. I have written numerous articles for the Christian Naturist newsletter Fig Leaf Forum. I maintain two naturist web sites in addition to participating here on Cat’s message board and others. And I am a moderator of a local Yahoo Christian Naturist group, which meets jointly monthly. So now I am participating in societal nudist events at house parties and naturist resorts. All my close friends are either naturists or know of and have no issue with my naturism.