When I was in my early 20's I did some volunteer work for a non profit organization. I was doing security for a troop of amateur drag queens, they were not so amateur.

After the shows, I would go back stage and give neck, back massages to the guys as they changed out of drag. We would go for a meal after the show, really nice group of people.

One of the drag queens, "Lotta Lust" (Bob) said he would like to return the favor. He has a massage table and offered me a massage. I accepted. When I rang the door to his apartment, he opened the door nude. I was in shock, had never seen anyone be naked with confidence. To that point, it was naked under a towel from the bathroom to my room, close the door, and drop the towel, and get into clothes. He was smiling, and unassuming. Bob was kind, and quickly put my worries to rest.

Bob explained he is a naturist, and told me what it was about. Non-sexual social naturism. I was a timid 23 year old (approx) in the time of dial up internet. I got undressed and got on the table, and had a raging hard on the whole time. Bob never even paid attention to my erection. It was a great massage. We hung out afterwards. It took a few visits for me to get my head around it. Even when I was nude with him, I would get a stiffy, and it may remain stiff for hours. I started to enjoy being nude, and feel safe that I could be erect and it not be a sexual thing.

We would have baths in his hottub, give each other foot rubs, rince off, soap eachother up in the shower. It was intimate, and sensual, but never sexual. My brain started to make new connections, and I started to like it. We'd watch movies on his bed, and order pizza.

It was a very innocent time. He also introduced me to silicone lube. We are both cut, and until that time, I would dry masterbate. It was like heaven. Though, we would never masterbate together, I did take a turn on his bed with the lube. There was no shame, and no covering up. I felt very communal, and these are all natural body functions.

It's been 20+ years, and we are still friends. I am his only nudist friend that he hangs out with.
When I enter his place, he gives me a hug, I shed my clothes, and then I get a big naked bear bare hug. We hold eachother for a few moments. I feel safe with him.

I am very thankful I met Bob, and that he introduced me to naturism. I am now 45, he just turned 66. It's such a blessing.
These positive experiences are the base of me learning to accept my self, my body, my imperfections, my nuances, and deepen my love for myself. and my respect for others, textiled, or nude.

I hope to be that mentor for someone, one day.

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