I am french, so please excuse me, my english can feature some mistakes… I am 25, male, soon married, 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 considered as a pervert thing. So, I hadn’t even discovered about nudism or naturism before the age of 12. I’ve also never seen my parents, or any member of my family, naked.
So, why did I become interested in nudism ?
Everything began in 1991, in the summertime. I was then just 12. I was at home, my parents were away, and I watched a report on TV, featuring a nudist couple, being married in the nude in the south of France.
I still recall some fairly humorous things in this TV programme : everybody was completely naked, including all of the guests along with the mayor of the village, but not the priest ! The husband was wearing only a hat plus a butterfly-node, and also the partner just a wedding voile. This TV report interested me, and for the first time, I thought about going nude…
The next night, then I attempted to sleep nude for the very first time in my life. I did not sleep a lot during that night ! I was cold, and wondered what could happen if my parents came into by bedroom and noted that I was bare. But anyhow, I found it quite good, because I felt extraordinarily free (I generally slept in pyjamas until then). The day after, my parents were away again, and I tried to stay nude the entire day. As the weather was hot, it was a superb day. I did all the standard items in the nude, and this was incredibly plesant. The evening, when my parents came back, I was rather depressing to have 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 potential 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 remain nude as long as possible when my parents were away.
Approximately one year after, I had abandonned my pyjamas, and I was slepping nude more and more frequently. One morning, my mom, who came every morning to awake me, detected my pyjamas, and that I was slepping bare. But astonishingly, she did not have an extremely negative reaction. She was quite surprised, but after I ‘d explained her, that I could not bear pyjamas, T shirt and slip during the night, she agreed with me and accepted my sleeping nude. The first success ! The life continued so, sleeping nude, and remaining nude at home whenever possible. A couple of years after (in 1994), I liked to try to be naked outside for the first time. I ‘d the possibility that there were small woods near the building where we were living. With the other kids, we were used some years before to go playing in http://nudist-video.net/watch-a-naked-chicks-at-the-beach-tan-her-hot-body.html . One day (not particularily hot…), I went out, into these woods. I went back to the place where I played in the past, and I took all my clothes away. During 1 hour, I walked in the woods, caring that nobody neither came nor could see me. The sensation of freedom was remarkable… I attempted to renew this encounter one or two times, but not more, as it was too dangerous : if someone had seen me, I’d have been instantaneously denounciated to my parents…
Throughout that period also, I attempted to go without underwear. I did it a few times, but quickly stopped as, although I recognised it was more comfortable, I CAn’t prevent my manhood to erect at any time, and my erections were plainly seeable. I was naturally not comfortable with this, and abandonned the idea for a long time. During the summer 1996, I made an important measure : I shown to my mom, that I wanted to stay bare at home. One day, while she had gone away for a few moments, I went into the restroom to take a bath, but before, I wrote a little message describing that, when I’d go out of the bath, I’d remain bare since I felt better like this.
When she came back, she first refused, but I told her that there would not be any way that I would affirm because I didn’t enjoy it, and she accepted that I stayed nude. She revealed herself as being more open-minded than what I really could believe… 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 rest of the time, I stayed naked in my bedroom. It absolutely was clearly one of the greatest 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 bare during one year, except during the weekend and holidays, once 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 only had to (sleeping at friends’home, during the military selection, or at hospital) During the summer 1997, the neighborhood TV channel aired another programme, about a place near Geneva (called ‘Etangs de l’Etournel’), where naturist individuals were used to go. As this wasn’t far from home (50 kilometers), I went there on my bicycle. The very 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 area, and got nude. For the very first time in my life, I was nude in public, with others who could see me. I loved 2 wonderful hours. I went back there fairly regularly during the next 4 years, with great experences, and more poor ones…
For the good ones, I’ll mention that I’ve meet my first bare girls here 🙂 I also spent many hours here, totally naked, reading a novel or enjoying the silence as well as the landscape. A lot of people could see me, but noone had a negative reaction, as nudism was pretty weel tolerated in this region except during the weekends in the middle of the summertime.
But I also found, for the very first time, that nudism may also be linked to sexual perversion… Lots of queers are accustomed to meet around these lakes, and do not wait to attempt to have sex with any bare guy they see… I needed to reject them fairly often, and I had ordinarily no trouble, but I eventually ceased to go there when I met my girlfriend (and future wife), to prevent additional difficulties.
I tried to really go to lots of other “nude locations” in the area, however they were ultimately all homosexual meeting points. I did not 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 naked here more and more frequently, only swearing for going out (in class or to ride on my bike), or to fetch something in the common refrigerator 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 understanding what their reactions could be : French people are quite less open-minded as anglo-saxon ones towards nudism, and nudism is still like a taboo in France… So, during 2 years, I needed to keep my windows shut, subsequently secluding myself a bit… I also documentated myself a lot about nudism on Internet in these times, which encouraged myself into going on practicing this “closet nudism”. The third year in Grenoble, I’d went into a bigger room, at the 6th floor, whithout direct neighbours, so I remained increasingly more nude. I even began 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 climbing road with no traffic, I even tried once to ride on by bike in the buff, during approximately 10 km. That was a great experience, but I didn’t have the opportunity to attempt once again…
My advancement in “full nudism” went on in http://nudismpics.net . There is, not far from here, on the coast of Leman Lake, a little public seashore, where nudism is allowed.
It is there that I ‘d my first actual nudist encounter in public, without fearing homosexual advances, during summer 2003. I truly loved it, and I now wait for the heat once again to spend new good times on that beach, with my girlfriend, who I’m trying to convert to nudism additionally. A few months before, I decided once again that I wouldn’t wear knickers anylonger. I packaged all my underwear in a bag, and stored them in an inaccessible place (except one slip for utter necessity cases). As my dick is now considerably more quieter, there’s no difficulty at all, and I now never wear panties, under any kind of clothes, 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 actually converted to nudism, she appreciates the comfort of not wearing any. So goes my nudist life, slowly but surely. The following steps will be :
First, the end of the conversion of my girlfriend (who’ll be my wife subsequently) to nudism; I know she’ll do it, as she is not opposed to this idea, but it’ll definitely take lots of time until she’s as comfortable with nakedness than I am… Afterwards, spend holidays in nudist resorts. I hope that this will definitely become the truth next year. Well, that is all; Thanks to all the people who had the bravery to read my litterature until here