Older Male Nudists
Maturity has its advantages--we grow in wisdom and self-acceptance with each passing year. As older males we're able to relax and enjoy life, let go of work pressures and everyday tedium. Being nudists enriches our lives even more, since it enables us to accept the changes in our bodies and physicality. Role model, mentor, or daddy: all are new ways others see and relate to us. We're able...
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Older Men as my role models
Return to DiscussionsGrowing up, I feel that the older mature guys have been my influence on why I love to be naked in the first place. Going to the locker room and seeing them comfortable in their own naked bodies made me realize it was ok to be naked together. If I didn't understand that at a young age, I would probably be more reserved and skittish around others naked and hide behind a towel.
I find that they also had exhibitionist tendencies and back then it wasn't even an issue. Many guys would just start touching themselves in the showers or wherever and because they realize erections were normal, some either joined in or just went about their business. Imagine the shame you get now when you even get slightly hard in a steam room..
I'm always open for a good chat with older men and find their experiences and conversations enlightening.
I remember going to the Y as a teenager and seeing all of the older guys walking around nude, like it was the most natural thing in the world. As an insecure teen, they helped me relax about my body to this day, I love that locker room setting!
I had a 30 year old who unexpectedly reached out to me as he was passing through town. I was just arriving at my gym and so we decided to meet me at the Y. He was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt but I needed to change. Weve not seen each other for about 10 years. He followed me into the gym. I got a locker and started to undress. We were talking. Just before I took off my briefs I said Im about to be naked, but that doesnt really bother me. At that point I stripped them off and reached for my jockstrap. He had said oh no worries. And kept talking to me. I finished dressing for the floor and then went to work out.
To his merit he had spent 10 years in the military and active duty in Afghanistan. Im guessing he is used to naked men. Though he had never seen me naked before!
One of the most cherished and influential people in my nudist journey was an older male who became a wonderful friend. We first made contact online. He was my first mentor in social nudity, and that bond lasted for 17 years until his passing five years ago. We had an age difference of 35 years, with him being 69 and me 34 when we first met. Despite this, we shared a deep connection through our love for family, similar values, cooking, lively debates on any topic, and of course, our mutual love for going nude. I remember the way his eyes would sparkle as he talked about his experiences as a seasoned nudist. It was clear to me that he had been living this lifestyle long before I came into it. Our paths aligned at just the right moment when we both needed a friend, and from then on, our friendship blossomed and brought us on new journeys together. We each had our own unique experiences and knowledge to share with one another, creating a strong bond that will stay with me forever.
He had been inviting me to join him for dinner at his house for a while now, and after several warm phone conversations, I finally accepted. As I drove up to his house, my nerves were getting the best of me. This was going to be my first experience with social nudity, and I wasn't sure what to expect. He greeted me at the door with a big smile and a firm handshake - and nothing else. Inside, he confidently walked around in his natural state, tall and with manners that immediately put me at ease. His home was welcoming, and the smell of delicious food coming from the kitchen made me forget about my nervousness for a moment. Sensing my apprehension, he showed me where the bathroom was located so I could have some privacy to gather myself. He didn't pressure me to undress; he knew this was all new to me and gave me time to adjust. But deep down, I wanted to experience this sense of freedom and vulnerability that he displayed without hesitation. So as I stood in front of the mirror examining my naked body, I made the decision "now or never" and left behind my clothes. With quick steps, I scurried towards the sanctuary of the kitchen table, my body feeling exposed and vulnerable. Being openly nude felt exhilarating yet foreign at the same time. But thankfully, he understood how I was feeling as a "newbie" and reassured me with his honesty and understanding. And in that moment, all my anxieties and fears melted away, allowing me to fully embrace this liberating experience. A nudist and a very wonderful friendship was born that evening. I miss him, but am ever thankful for his positive insights into social nudity.