I’m french, so please excuse me, my english can feature some blunders… I am 25, male, soon wed, and I’ve been living in French-speaking Switzerland for roughly 3 years now. I was born in a family, where the concept of nudism itself is thought to be a pervert thing. Consequently, I hadn’t even learned about nudism or naturism before the age of 12. I have also never seen my parents, or any member of my family, naked.
So, why did I become interested in nudism ?
Everything commenced in 1991, in the summertime. I was then just 12. I was at home, my parents were away, and I saw a report on TV, with a nudist couple, being married in the nude in the south of France.
I still recall some rather humorous things in this TV programme : everybody was fully naked, including all of the guests as well as the mayor of the village, but not the priest ! The husband was wearing only a hat and a butterfly-node, along with the spouse only a wedding voile. This TV report interested me, and for the very first time, I thought about going naked…
The following night, then I tried to sleep naked for the very first time in my entire life. I didn’t sleep a lot during that night ! I was chilly, and wondered what could happen if my parents came into by bedroom and remarked that I was nude. But anyhow, I found it rather great, since I felt unusually free (I normally slept in pyjamas until then). The day after, my parents were away again, and I attempted to stay nude the whole day. As the weather was hot, it was a excellent day. I did all the usual stuff in the nude, and this was extremely plesant. The evening, when my parents came back, I was rather sad to need to wear my shorts and T shirt again. The drug of nudism had found me, and I am still addicted to it !
But as I still dreaded the possible reaction of my parents, I didn’t sleep in the nude every night. But from then on, when the weather was hot enough, I tried to stay bare as long as possible when my parents were away.
About one year later, I ‘d abandonned my pyjamas, and I was slepping naked more and more often. One morning, my mom, who came every morning to wake me, found my pyjamas, and that I was slepping nude. But astonishingly, she didn’t have an extremely negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I ‘d clarified her, that I couldn’t bear pyjamas, T shirt and chemise during the nighttime, she agreed with me and accepted my sleeping nude. The first victory ! The life continued so, sleeping nude, and remaining nude at home whenever possible. A couple of years later (in 1994), I wanted to strive to be naked outside for the first time. I ‘d the possibility that there were small woods near the building where we were living.
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Visit our siteWith the other kids, we were used some years before to go playing in these woods. One day (not particularily hot…), I went out, into these woods. I went back to the area where I played previously, and I took all my clothes away. During 1 hour, I walked in the woods, caring that nobody neither came nor could see me. young nudism pics of freedom was remarkable… I tried to revive this encounter one or two times, but not more, as it was too dangerous : if someone had seen me, I’d have been immediately denounciated to my parents…
During that period also, I tried to go without panties. I did it a few times, but immediately stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfy, I couldn’t keep my dick to erect at any time, and my erections were clearly seeable. I was naturally not comfortable with this, and abandonned the idea for decades. During the summer 1996, I made an important measure : I revealed to my mother, that I needed to remain bare at home. One day, while she had gone away for a few seconds, I went into the restroom to take a bath, but before, I wrote a little message explaining that, when I’d go out of the bath, I would remain bare because I felt better like this.
When she came back, she first refused, but I told her that there would be no way that I’d swear because I didn’t like it, and she accepted that I stayed nude. She revealed herself as being more open-minded than what I could think… So, I spent almost one month nude, only swearing when my dad was at home, and even, only when I stayed with my parents… The remaining time, I stayed naked in my bedroom. It absolutely was one of the very best summers I Have ever had !
Following this summer, I went to high school in Lyon (in ‘Classes Prparatoires’, a high-level scientific qualification after the ‘Baccalaurat’). I had to share my room with 3 roommates, so I was prevented to sleep nude during one year, except during the weekend and vacations, when I came back home. It was the last time I ever wore something to sleep.
The year after, I had my owm room, so I went on again sleeping nude. Since that time (June 1997), I slept non-naked less than ten times, because I simply had to (sleeping at friends’home, during the military selection, or at hospital) During the summer 1997, the neighborhood TV channel broadcasted another programme, about a place near Geneva (called ‘Etangs de l’Etournel’), where naturist folks were used to go. As this wasn’t far from home (50 kilometers), I went there on my bicycle. The first time, there were no nudists as the small lakes and shores were overcrowded (it was the 15-August week-end). But the next time, there was nobody… I halted, installed myself in a little isolated grass place, and got naked. For the first time in my entire life, I was naked in public, with others who could see me. I loved 2 excellent hours. I went back there quite regularly during the next 4 years, with great experences, and more awful ones…
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But I also discovered, for the very first time, that nudism could also be related to sexual perversion… Plenty of queers are used to meet around these lakes, and do not wait to attempt to have sex with any bare man they see… I had to reject them fairly frequently, and I ‘d generally no difficulty, but I eventually quit to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to avoid further troubles.
I attempted to go to a lot of other “nude areas” in the area, but they were ultimately all homosexual meeting points. I didn’t go there again… In 1998, I settled in Grenoble, to enter an engineering school. For the first time in my entire life, I had my own “flat” (in fact, a student room at the first floor, facing a street, with 3 neighbours). I began to remain bare here more and more often, only swearing for going out (in class or to ride on my bike), or to attract something in the common fridge on the balcony (1 for 4 rooms). When my neighbours were all away, I even could go out on the balcony in the nude.
I never had the nerve to tell my neighbours that I was a nudist, not knowing what their reactions could be : French people are very less open minded as anglo-saxon ones towards nudism, and nudism remains like a taboo in France… So, during 2 years, I had to keep my windows shut, subsequently secluding myself a bit… I additionally documentated myself a lot about nudism on Internet in these types of times, which encouraged myself into going on practicing this “closet nudism”. The 3rd year in Grenoble, I’d moved into a larger room, at the 6th floor, whithout direct neighbours, so I remained increasingly more naked. I even started to do the cooking in the common kitchen in the nude (when there were nobody), or walk between my room and also the showers in the nude. Consistently fearing to be discovered… In April 2001, on a very little scaling road free of traffic, I even attempted once to ride on by bike in the buff, during approximately 10 kilometers. That was a wonderful experience, but I didn’t have the chance to attempt once again…
My improvement in “total nudism” went on in Lausanne. There is, not far from here, on the shore of Leman Lake, a little public seashore, where nudism is allowed. It’s there that I had my first actual nudist encounter in public, without fearing gay advances, during summer 2003. I really loved it, and I now wait for the heat once more to spend new good times on that beach, with my girlfriend, who I’m attempting to convert to nudism additionally. A couple of months before, I decided once again that I wouldn’t wear knickers anylonger. I packed all my underwear in a bag, and stored them in an inaccessible location (except one chemise for complete importance instances). As my penis is now considerably more quieter, there’s no difficulty at all, and I now never wear underwear, under any kind of clothing, including jeans which I wear the majority of the time.
My girlfriend does the same, and does never wear panties either; though she’s still not really converted to nudism, she values the comfort of not wearing any. So goes my nudist life, slowly but certainly. The next steps will be :
First, the completion of the conversion of my girlfriend (who’ll be my wife subsequently) to nudism; I understand she’ll do it, as she’s not opposed to this notion, but it’ll definitely take a lot of time until she is as comfortable with nakedness than I am… After, spend holidays in nudist resorts. I hope that this will definitely become the truth next year. Well, that is all; Thanks to all the folks who had the nerve to read my litterature until here