Though I Have considered myself a nudist, or naturist, for about 9 years now (I’m 41) I

really started down the path to being a nudist right before I entered my early teens. How I learned of nudism I do not recall. Since I was raised in an extremely traditional family I do remember that my parents opinion of it was not favorable. So I’m fairly sure doing something that my parents would be against was part of my motivation for me at the time.

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 regular. With my mother working now too it meant that suddenly I had the summer house to myself during the weekday.
I started by being bare inside the house while they were gone to work. Normally I would only do things anyone might do but I would do it naked. One time I saw some sun coming in through the front door and decided I wanted to get outside nude.
At this point I should describe my area. It was an old blue collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little bigger than half an acre. When they assembled the area they did not include an street. At the far back there were two quite old wooden tool sheds (which play a role in the story later), some trees, and also a close jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the homes in the rear. On each side of the back yard were other houses with just a wire fence dividing the yards. This meant our property was open to viewing by neighbors on both sides. 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 privacy for the majority of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with a different neighborhood road.
My first experiences going outside nude were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I would look to see if the neighbors cars on both sides were gone (being that everyone worked I assumed that meant no one was home) and then strip and go out the back door. I found it exhilarating every time I did this. So I decided to find more ways to be bare outside more often. Which meant I needed to find a method to be nude when my parents were home.
I decided to convert one of the primeval tool sheds into my own private 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 did not matter. It would have just looked to them like another one of those crazy notions I had all the time. One of the tool sheds, which I suspect had really been a rather good sized workshop long time ago, was in fairly good shape structurally but it was a disaster 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 use the word loosely) it was time to allow it to be 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 bigger, gave additional protection from the view of the neighbors. I do not understand how many hours that summer I spent out there listening to the radio or reading while naked.
But none of this was enough for me. So I chose to push the envelope some more.
In the summer of 1976 I began climbing 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. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while bare. But since it was dark no one could see me from the road. The only threat was if my parents decided to check on me and discovered I was not in the room. Gradually I started to walk further and further in the lawn each night. Being that it was around midnight or after there was not any traffic and no one was outside but me. Nor could they see me from any windows. At least once or twice I jogged down the block to the stop sign and walked back.
But this was not the biggest risk I took. At this time I also stopped using the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I made a decision to walk out the front door nude, in broad daylight, and round the house to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I would climb over the fence only for the experience. Anything to enhance the sensation of being nude. And this was when I began climbing trees in the back yard, which was risky too.
Now comes the extremely foolish element of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I chose to take the rubbish outside while nude. Maybe I was nave and thought I could simply get away with this since I seemed to get away with so much else. Or maybe it was the delight of the danger of being caught. Recall there wasn’t an alley so rubbish pick up occurred in front of the house next to the street. So here I go wearing only my birthday suit out to the road carrying a bag of trash. And wouldn’t you understand it some neighbor kids (who I did not understand) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a minute. I turned and walked back in the house scared I was going get in big trouble. Nothing appeared 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 buddy I saw my parents sitting on the front porch as they generally did when the weather was pleasant. But when I came up I saw they weren’t happy. It was then that I learned the kids had told their parents who had phoned the authorities. The cops had arrived while I was gone to investigate 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 cops agreed not to pursue it.
Now don’t go believing I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote before my parents were quite old-fashioned and did not approve of nudism. They just could not comprehend why I ‘d do something like this. And they talked about how disappointed they were in me. So this stopped my outdoor nudist teen ventures to say the least.
Off and on through the years afterwards I’d still occasionally be nude in while home alone. But even after getting married, my wife and I didn’t go around the house bare. Afterward about 9 years ago I learned of Christian Naturists and discovered there was no conflict between my religion and naturism. The truth is, I learned that go together. By visiting naturist web sites I learned more of naturist philosophy and body recognition. While my wife became a household nudist I taken social naturism as really being a large part of my entire life.
Now whenever the temperature permits I am naked at home. I’ve 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 together monthly. So now I am participating in societal nudist occasions at house parties and naturist resorts. All my close buddies are either naturists or know of and have no issue with my naturism.

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