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

really began down the path to truly 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 exceptionally conservative family I do recall that my parents opinion of it wasn’t favorable. So I am quite confident doing something that my parents would be against was part of my motivation for me at the time.
During the summer of 1975 my mother got a job. Up until then she had been a stay at home mom while my father went to work regular. With my mum working now too it meant that suddenly I had the summer house to myself during the weekday.
I started by being bare within the house while they were gone to work. Usually I’d only do stuff anyone might do but I would do it bare. One time I saw some sunshine coming in through the front door and decided I wanted to get outside bare.
At this time I should describe my area. It was an older blue-collar neighborhood in a major Texas city. My backyard was a little larger than half an acre. When they constructed the area they didn’t comprise an street.

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At the far back there were two quite old wooden tool sheds (which play a role in the story after), some trees, along with a close jungle of bamboo that blocked views to the dwellings in the rear. On either side of the back yard were other homes with just a wire fence separating the lawns. 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 observed. The front yard was typical sized with a drive and no fencing or seclusion for the majority of it. We lived on a curve at an intersection with a different area street.
My first experiences going outside nude were in my backyard when my parents were gone. I’d look to see if the neighbors cars on both sides were gone (being that everyone worked I presumed 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 naked outside more often. Which meant I needed to find a means to be bare when my parents were home.
I decided to convert one of the ancient tool sheds into my own personal naturist resort. What I told my parents was that it would be nude girls beach . Of course since I didn’t have a club I guess that did not matter. It’d have simply looked to them like another one of those crazy ideas I had all the time. One of the tool sheds, which I suspect had actually been a fairly good sized workshop long time ago, was in pretty good condition structurally but it was a calamity indoors. Decades of soil and junk had piled up. So I grabbed a broom and paper towels and started cleaning. Once it was clean (to make use of the word loosely) it was time to make it private. So I got some trash bags, which were solid black, and cut the seams and used them to cover a large 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 home and everyone else’s now. Plus, the other shed, which was bigger, gave additional protection from the perspective of the neighbors. I do not know 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 made the decision to push .
In the summer of 1976 I began scaling out my bedroom window bare at night while my parents were asleep. My bedroom window was on the right or left side of the house with a brick wall dividing it from the neighbors. So being there meant I was outside looking at the front yard while nude. But since it was dark no one could see me from the road. The single danger 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 into the yard each night. Being that it was around midnight or later there wasn’t 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 largest danger I took. At the moment I also stopped using the back door to get to my backyard when my parents were gone. Instead I decided to walk out the front door bare, in broad daylight, and around the house to the front gate. But rather than use the gate I’d climb over the fence only for the experience. Anything to improve the sensation of being nude. And this was when I started climbing trees in the back yard, which was risky as well.
Now comes the truly foolish section of the story when it all falls apart. One day, Lord knows why, I decided to take the rubbish outside while naked. Perhaps I was nave and really thought I could only get away with this since I appeared to get away with so much else. Or maybe it was the delight of the danger of being caught. Remember there was not an alley so garbage pick up occurred in front of the house next to the street. So here I go wearing just my birthday suit out to the street carrying a bag of trash. And would not you understand it some neighbor kids (who I did not know) went by on their bikes, stopped and stared for a minute. I turned and walked back in the home scared I was going get in huge trouble. Nothing seemed to come of this over the next day or two so I figured it was cool. 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 normally did when the weather was nice. Nevertheless , as soon as I came up I saw they weren’t happy. It was then that I learned that the kids had told their parents who had phoned the cops. The cops had arrived while I was gone to investigate a report of a flasher. But when they spoke to the kids that had seen me they were so intimidated that they wouldn’t talk and the policemen agreed not to pursue it.
Now do not go believing I was out of the woods yet. As I wrote before my parents were very conservative 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 outside nudist adolescent adventures to say the least.
Off and on through the years after I’d still occasionally be bare inside while home alone. But even after getting married, my lovely wife and I did not go around the house nude. Then about 9 years ago I learned of Christian Naturists and discovered there was no conflict between my religion and naturism. In fact, I learned that they really go together. By visiting naturist web sites I learned more of naturist doctrine and body acceptance. While my wife became a family nudist I accepted societal naturism as being a large part of my life.
Now whenever the temperature permits I am nude 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 social nudist events at house parties and naturist resorts. All of my close buddies are either naturists or know of and have not a problem with my naturism.


    Billy Hundley

    last pict: I see young nude women but prefer filming not nude old bags.


    what happened to the nude beach


    it posted my FIRST comment as :6:20″ and then posted my SECOND comment as “6:19” and then when reloaded naturally put the 6:19pm earlier…time machine!

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