The day I lost it
Posted: Tue May 23, 2023 10:24 pm
Here's an invitation for anyone who wants to roleplay scenarios along ENF themes with me as the male/dom character to PM me 
I can give you details for f-list or even Discord for that.
Now for the real-life experience. Even if it's more of an NM than ENM, as you will see.
I was never shy when I was a small kid. It just didn't seem that big a deal for a boy to run around naked in my family. I think this changed dramatically with the first hints of puberty. Middle school was harsh, I got bullied a lot, became really self-conscious about my body and not long after, became very aware of erections and started to jerk off. Other than relatively boring doctor's appointments, and games of "spin the bottle" where I shyly revealed myself for the privilege of a glimpse of a budding boob or even a pussy slit in my teens, I don't have any good stories, and even those don't feel particularly good or on the theme.
The one I remember was my first time in Croatia, with a bunch of kids from the same high school--but the classmates who used to bully me weren't among them. I was 17 at the time, managed to make friends with a trio of 18yo boys (who were therefore legally old enough to drink in Croatia) and we were supervised by a couple of really chilled-out teachers, who didn't mind that we made cans of Ožujsko (cheap local lager) a part of our end-of-term week-long experience.
I was still very nearly cripplingly shy at this point. Self-conscious about my skinny-ass, un-manly body. I wore swimming shorts rather than trunks. I had it in my head that I was kinda ugly and undesirable.
Then, one day, a storm hit the camp. All the other campers sensibly hit in their huts and cottages and camper vans. But me and my friends have had one too many beers, we were having a great time and we refused to hide from the warm summer rain. The sand on the beach was so warm it was steaming as the rain hit it. It was a surreal experience. We were rather tipsy. I don't even know who suggested that, soaked from the rain, we might as well take a dip in the sea before giving up and hiding from the storm as it gained power.
We ran onto the beach. Before I knew it, Danny and Pete and Mikey were naked. They looked... older and more endowed and manly to me, but their rash carelessness about shedding their clothes was catching. I gritted my teeth, blushed crimson bud did shed my soaked shorts and t-shirt as well, along with my underpants and we went for a quick swim in the choppy sea. By then, lightning was striking within a seeing distance, closely followed by thunder, and we didn't want to get killed so we rushed out of the water and into our little beach hut, where we were staying.
I think the girls from school must have seen us as we made a mad dash past their cottage as well, but they never once revealed if that was the case!
I didn't realize till after that I have just dashed over a hundred yards across a non-nudist camp, stark naked, to dive into the hut and dry off, and didn't even think much of it! This was such a contrast to how I used to be, and certainly helped by the Dutch courage in the form of copious amounts of cheap Croatian beer.
We found out on the following day that the next-door camp--a 10 minute walk away only--was nudist and the beach could be accessed freely. There was some teasing and egging each other on, but later that day, too curious about what it was going to be like and once again fortified by a few beers, we sneaked out of our camp and onto the other beach. Stripped. Sunbathed. Swam. Totally in the nude. For hours on end! I still hope I wasn't too creepy in the way I ogled everyone, but especially any young females around! We had to dive into the sea, cooler post a rainstorm, to hide awkward boners more than once that afternoon.
My mind ran all those "what if X sees you", "what if they laugh" and other what-if scenarios and I felt awkward initially, but I found out that day how diverse, friendly and welcoming the nudist community is. The guys I was with never once commented on the fact that I was a little smaller down below than they were. (I later found out what: grower, not a shower means and got over that last worry as well
) I've gone, pretty much in that single day, from a cripplingly shy, self-conscious teenager to a lifelong nudist. I can't even tell you how many thousands of people have seen me in the nude since--in Croatia (still one of my favourite holiday destinations) and elsewhere. It no longer makes me blush in the slightest--it's something I *almost* regret, when I read stories on girlspns, Puericil and similar, and think back on the years when I *was* cutely, crazily shy and worried about being seen.
I still get off on the idea of seeing someone else who is shy exposed and challenged that way, but I've as good as lost my own body shame. Reading stories on here is the closest I get to that panicked, tingly thrill of being even ever-so-briefly exposed in my early teens.
So yeah. If you like to blush and squirm, I don't recommend nudism at all. It makes you far too okay with whatever shape and size you are, even butt-naked on a busy beach
I can give you details for f-list or even Discord for that.Now for the real-life experience. Even if it's more of an NM than ENM, as you will see.
I was never shy when I was a small kid. It just didn't seem that big a deal for a boy to run around naked in my family. I think this changed dramatically with the first hints of puberty. Middle school was harsh, I got bullied a lot, became really self-conscious about my body and not long after, became very aware of erections and started to jerk off. Other than relatively boring doctor's appointments, and games of "spin the bottle" where I shyly revealed myself for the privilege of a glimpse of a budding boob or even a pussy slit in my teens, I don't have any good stories, and even those don't feel particularly good or on the theme.
The one I remember was my first time in Croatia, with a bunch of kids from the same high school--but the classmates who used to bully me weren't among them. I was 17 at the time, managed to make friends with a trio of 18yo boys (who were therefore legally old enough to drink in Croatia) and we were supervised by a couple of really chilled-out teachers, who didn't mind that we made cans of Ožujsko (cheap local lager) a part of our end-of-term week-long experience.
I was still very nearly cripplingly shy at this point. Self-conscious about my skinny-ass, un-manly body. I wore swimming shorts rather than trunks. I had it in my head that I was kinda ugly and undesirable.
Then, one day, a storm hit the camp. All the other campers sensibly hit in their huts and cottages and camper vans. But me and my friends have had one too many beers, we were having a great time and we refused to hide from the warm summer rain. The sand on the beach was so warm it was steaming as the rain hit it. It was a surreal experience. We were rather tipsy. I don't even know who suggested that, soaked from the rain, we might as well take a dip in the sea before giving up and hiding from the storm as it gained power.
We ran onto the beach. Before I knew it, Danny and Pete and Mikey were naked. They looked... older and more endowed and manly to me, but their rash carelessness about shedding their clothes was catching. I gritted my teeth, blushed crimson bud did shed my soaked shorts and t-shirt as well, along with my underpants and we went for a quick swim in the choppy sea. By then, lightning was striking within a seeing distance, closely followed by thunder, and we didn't want to get killed so we rushed out of the water and into our little beach hut, where we were staying.
I think the girls from school must have seen us as we made a mad dash past their cottage as well, but they never once revealed if that was the case!
I didn't realize till after that I have just dashed over a hundred yards across a non-nudist camp, stark naked, to dive into the hut and dry off, and didn't even think much of it! This was such a contrast to how I used to be, and certainly helped by the Dutch courage in the form of copious amounts of cheap Croatian beer.
We found out on the following day that the next-door camp--a 10 minute walk away only--was nudist and the beach could be accessed freely. There was some teasing and egging each other on, but later that day, too curious about what it was going to be like and once again fortified by a few beers, we sneaked out of our camp and onto the other beach. Stripped. Sunbathed. Swam. Totally in the nude. For hours on end! I still hope I wasn't too creepy in the way I ogled everyone, but especially any young females around! We had to dive into the sea, cooler post a rainstorm, to hide awkward boners more than once that afternoon.
My mind ran all those "what if X sees you", "what if they laugh" and other what-if scenarios and I felt awkward initially, but I found out that day how diverse, friendly and welcoming the nudist community is. The guys I was with never once commented on the fact that I was a little smaller down below than they were. (I later found out what: grower, not a shower means and got over that last worry as well
) I've gone, pretty much in that single day, from a cripplingly shy, self-conscious teenager to a lifelong nudist. I can't even tell you how many thousands of people have seen me in the nude since--in Croatia (still one of my favourite holiday destinations) and elsewhere. It no longer makes me blush in the slightest--it's something I *almost* regret, when I read stories on girlspns, Puericil and similar, and think back on the years when I *was* cutely, crazily shy and worried about being seen.I still get off on the idea of seeing someone else who is shy exposed and challenged that way, but I've as good as lost my own body shame. Reading stories on here is the closest I get to that panicked, tingly thrill of being even ever-so-briefly exposed in my early teens.
So yeah. If you like to blush and squirm, I don't recommend nudism at all. It makes you far too okay with whatever shape and size you are, even butt-naked on a busy beach