How old were you when you became a nudist?

A lot off people say they like being nude/naked, at a nudist beach, but do they like being naked at home as well, or just the beach.

 

22.
I subleased an apartment from a good friend - they failed to mention that their roommates were nudist. Uncomfortable and awkward in the beginning, but eventually warmed up to it and joined them. It's been years since I have been socially nude, but try to be nude as much as I can be at home.

 

I became a p/t nudist a couple of years ago (age 33) and I had a very similar experience. I had COVID in the middle of summer and self-isolated. I was running a fever during hot weather. I felt cold but then really hot and ended up just throwing off my clothes and covers and lying buck naked in front of a fan, I stayed nude for a few days because I was confined to my flat. Still trying it now but yet to go public.

Back to your experience, I couldn't imagine going along with that sort of thing as a teenager. Just wondering:
- In those first few moments with the air blasting on you, did you feel cold and shiver like mad or was it a nice, cooling relief?
- How long were the fans blowing for? Hours? Days?
- Did they tell you they were going to strip you naked before doing it?
- How did they manage to coax you out of your clothes so easily and how long were you naked for?
- Did you have any strange dreams or hallucinations with the fever?

 

I was about 13 when I started wanting to be nude at home. I didn't grow up in a nudist home, nudity was just accepted.

 

Around puberty I felt compelled to sleep nude and streak around the house and outside when nobody was home, and at night when everyone was asleep. In college, I spent as much time as I could naked in my dorm rooms and apartments, covering when we had guests. I then discovered nude hiking. When I finally worked up the courage to visit a nudist resort, I distinctly remember it making such a strong impression, in that nude is how I wanted to live as much as possible. I’m not sure at what point I “became a nudist”. I guess I always was, it just took time to discover it.

 

When my parents took me around age 14 to a nudist resort with them

 

I was raised in a nudist household.

 

It's a great way to grow up, I was too

 

I'm not sure I could put an exact age on it. My curiosity about nudist developed over many years and varied with opportunities to be naked. When growing up, I would settle for occasional home nudity when everyone was out of the house, but this was only possible very rarely and for very short times. Plus, I was always nervous about someone coming home and catching me. In college, I always had roommates which again limited the time I could be nude. One semester my roommate had basically moved in with his girlfriend, and I was constantly nude since I had the place to myself 99% of the time. Throughout this time, I was always nervous to share my desire to be naked with anyone. Once my wife and I married, I started being nude more often around the house. She doesn't participate with me, but she accepts that I love to be naked and can be all the time. In fact, if I stay dressed, she will assume that I am sad or upset about something, since I'm not being myself, hahaha.

 

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I started very late, when I was 56. I never really accepted my body and all of its flaws until a couple of years ago. Once I accepted my relatively small penis (and other issues) and stopped comparing, it was like I set myself free. Now, I hate putting clothes on and really don’t mind at all being seen.

 

I decided this for my life right after contacting the wonderful website purenudism or russianbare years ago, good times

 

I had my first experience with nudism when I was 8, my mother taking me to a secluded beach that was nudist 'de facto' in a vacation in Brazil. But being honest I have a hard time remembering instances where I was fully a textile person before naturism came into our lives. When I heard people wear jeans, shirts or shoes at home it sounds so weird and alien tome. Before being a nudist wearing just panties at home felt normal. After becoming a nudist not even that.

 

My first experience of 'nudism', I'm not sure 'my version' fits that term, stemmed from one day when when living with a GF. Sunbathing and expecting a couple to call later for a BBQ, they arrived early and we were running late. When we heard them arriving in the driveway, my GF sent an urgent text asking if they wanted to make it a nude BBQ. "YES!!", was the reply.

From then, she and I stayed naked unless we were to leave the house and we stripped immediately on our return.
This evolved into a small circle of very close friends where we would enjoy being nude when in each others company and in each other's houses.
Relationships split up and the women kept in touch with me. For a long time, when I would invite them for lunch, an afternoon sunbathing or for a BBQ for example, we'd just be nude.

I found that much more intimate than when in a group because we could be more open as a pair, without fear of our conversations 'getting out'.
The conversations were more private/intimate despite sex not being the agenda. And it wasn't.

Created some very deep bonds with them but it wasn't possible to continue when I got together with my current SO. I'd no idea it would become an issue but, when one morning, I was nude for about an hour,she said about whether I thought it was time I got dressed. She didn't want to live with a pervert. I went underground. Nude when she was out, say, minding grandchildren. Alone which wasn't so pleasurable.

Pondering a re-start. I accidentally 'flashed' a friend when, in my dressing gown, I crouched down to tie my shoe laces. (I don't wear slippers and they were closest to hand when the door bell went).

Not one for wearing skirts etc, I didn't realise she would see. Didn't cross my mind until a couple of minutes later, when I apologised if I had flashed. She remarked that we both know what we look like anyway, so it's not a problem.
She joked that I hadn't stayed down long enough.
I then explained that which I have written from the beginning of this post. Amongst saying it's not perverted and she was surprised that that comment was made, she said in her opinion it's perfectly normal to be nude in your own home. Or anywhere else if you won't offend anyone.

Still restrictive, almost requiring the same sneaking about as if having an affair, I'm not sure whether to re-start.
She's said she'll be fine if I am nude when she comes down for coffee, as is the norm and she might join me.
She knows it's not about sex, which is good, so it'll be interesting to see how conversations develop if we do it.
I love the freedom of being nude; the breeze over my body if outside and the sharing of my nudity with others.

I'm no adonis and so, it's just as well it's about nude friendship. lol

 

Can't really pinpoint when exactly, I can only remember being mostly naked.

 

As a teen I spent a most of time nude around the home indoors and out when I was alone. It was just more comfortable for me. But I'd say being a nudist really started when I turned 21. I was living in SF Bay Area at the time and found a guide to nude recreation in the book store. I visited all the nude beaches within a few hours drive. The first social nudist experience was a landed club in the area.

 

Became or first did it, I wonder.

Well, when I was in P1 at school, kindergarten, at 4-5 yrs of age, I went to a friend's house after school. My mum was busy with some adult stuff, presumably, but my friends mum was at home so I was told to go there with my friend and his mum. She collected us. Some time later we were outside on their patio sitting on the step down from the French windows that opened into the patio.

It's over 50 yrs ago so I don't recall what we chatted about but, I do recall stripping naked and walking around. He didn't strip. I put my clothes back on. I recall it felt good.
When my mum arrived to collect me, there was an unusually long conversation between his mum and mine and I was never allowed to go to his house again.

It's accurate to say that when I've been with friends since adulthood, who were comfortable with it, I've been nude at most opportunities. Always at home unless readying to go out. And with invited friends joining me in nudity when they would come around for coffee, sitting in the sun or BBQs, for example.

 

I had to think about this one. As a kid growing up on a farm most of us farm kids tended to rove around in packs from one swimming hole to another. Usually naked and filthy dirty. Being the wild animals that we were. In my mid and late twenties, I was in a poly-fidelity relationship, and we were almost always naked. Just for connivence sake. Not sure we were doing so as a commitment to nudism. Since then, it would depend on who I was in a relationship with. If she was a nudist, then I was. In 2017 while on a nudist site I discovered that there were two other members who lived in the same town. After chatting for a while we finally decided to get together. One of them had a house just outside of town with a private backyard and she had a swimming pool, yay! So, the three of us started to hang out together. In 2019 at the age of 59 I decided to make a firm commitment to the lifestyle. Haven't looked back since.

 

I think I was maybe about 8 or 10 when I started streaking. Me and a couple of the neighborhood kids would dare each other to take off our clothes and run from here to there. I remember once they dared me to run completely naked across the front yard, run around the big tree we had in the yard before coming back.

I took every bit of my clothing off at the secluded side of the house where the two other boys waited for me. Then, completely free and naked, I ran out to the tree.

When I rounded the tree, someone happened to be driving by and they honked when they saw me. I was mortified. I completed the circuit (which was really just going back to the side of the house at that point) and rushed to get my clothes back on. In a panic, I was positive that the driver had seen me and was angry and was going to stop and talk to my parents and tell them what a pervert I was. Of course, the driver probably couldn't have cared less.

There were nearby forests where we dare each to take off our clothes and run out into fields where we would be visible. I don't think I was ever caught doing that.

Later on as a teenager, I would take the car out late at night, like 1 or 2am, and drive out to one of the quiet roads in the middle of nowhere. I'd get undressed and go on long walks through the forest. There were huge green spaces near the river at the edge of the town and I would run around naked in the dead of night.

One time when I had gotten completely undressed but was still in the car, a police car rounded the corner. I tried to get my clothing on but I didn't have time to. They drove by slowly and turned their siren and horn on briefly to spook me while they drove by. I nearly had a heart attack.

Anyways, I loved walking around without my clothing on when I was pretty young.