I don't remember exactly, but my sister and I found out our parents had been going to a nudist beach, and we figured since we lived out in the country we could go naked whenever they left us alone and not have any worries. I must have been about 10 and my sister was around 8.
I was 14 years old. The family use to go down to La Jolla Shores Beach and I had heard the stories of the nude beach between La Jolla and Torrey Pines. One summer some friends and I decided to go check it out. The beach was basically clothing-optional and we decide to be a herd of Looky Loos. I was hooked. I instantly recognized the true picture of freedom. I believe I was able to keep this news from my mother, but then again I never know with her. I started spending all my beach time at Black's and this has continued on up to the present. I visited many nude beaches and public areas all around the world. But Black's will always be where it all began for me
I don't really count my "first" experience as my first...as I went with my Cub Scout Pack at someone's cottage for a summer weekend. After earning our swimming and scuba badge, we were told to strip and shower outside, dry off and then come inside. So our two "Den Mothers" were leading the showers and cleanup, so all 12 of us 4th grade boys were naked for about 15 minutes or so. The moms got an eyefull but nothing really happened during or after the showers.
However, when I was 16, I worked at a bible camp for the summer. I was in High School, so i had regular maintenance duties, bathroom, yard work, painting, etc. The councilors were all college aged. The kids (campers) left Friday around 8pm. Then around 11pm on Friday and Saturday nights, there would be a group of the staff going skinny dipping. Sometimes the group was only 4-6, other times it was a full 30 people. Imagine a 16 year boy swimming with some high school females but a lot of college coeds. Every now and then we did exhibitionist shows on the peer for all to see (there was always someone who didn't swim and who had flashlights). There was some playing so touching body parts happened, but nothing sexual. That was my introduction into nudism. From there I've been to several nudist spots and converted wife wife (and several other friends). Summer of 1983 was a great summer.
I was 12 when I first started going naked. I had forgotten my swim suit when we went to a beach. I decided that I did not care I wanted to swim so I went naked. Stayed naked allday. that was the start.
My first nudist experience was with my friend at the age of 11. We were coming back from the beach in his mother’s car and our swimsuits wet wet. She told us to take them off and gave us towels to cover up. We were naked for the ride home and we both got erections. He commented on my foreskin because he was cut and I wasn’t. After that incident, whenever we had sleepovers we would get naked at night and look at each other’s dicks. We eventually started touching each other and masturbating in front of each other. It got more fun when we reached the age when we ejaculated too. He moved away after a few years and we lost touch.
I don't know really. My mum has pictures of me nude on the beach as a toddler, and at boarding school there was very little privacy so seeing people in, and being, naked or in various states of undress was just a part of life. It only really became a conscious choice in my mid 20s I suppose.
I was 11 and my sisters and i were made to bathe together by our babysitter. we had to undress in front of each other and get in the bath. I was in dread until i was nude and then it just felt great! After that whenever she baby sat we were allowed to be naked. One night she joined us and I saw my first nake woman. It had the usual effect and she was very understandin and explained tomy sisters why it happens and that they should take it as a compliment. She also explained to me that it wasn't okay in public and to enure that it didnt happen easily that I could masturbate in my room. I didnt need telling twice and since then have often done so to prevent unecessary embarrasment for others.
I discovered my dad's nudist magazines he had hidden in the garage. I also remember him making crude jokes about the nudist camp that was over in the next county. Sooo, when the time came, I stripped down at home and tried it out about the time I was 10-12. Moved out on my own at 19, found a nudist camp to go and it's been a way of life for about thew last 45 years.