My first time was as a boy of about 14 years old. I used to walk my dog and on this occasion it was a warm summer night. We both settled in our usual place to watch fox clubs playing on an old railway track. It was secluded and I got the urge to remove my clothes. The first time I went into the crops in the adjacent field where I was even more obscured. On later occasions I would stay on the track, or walk along it, just enjoying the fresh air and looking at the stars. One night I must have been out very late because as I headed home I came across my parents looking for me.
Bornbare, your early times are very similar to my own, when I got out into a quiet piece of country I also had a similar urge to take my clothes off. I was always very wary about being seen though, so I was only ever naked for a matter of minutes rather than hours.
John
I reckon a lot of young people have the urge to be naked. Unfortunatly they grow out of it
Davie 8)
I can relate to that too. As a teenager, I can remember being on holiday and going for short walks in the countryside near where we were staying. I wanted to try walking without clothes, but felt rather shy, so I went out one night on my own under cover of darkness, up a footpath with hedges on either side. After a short while, I took all my clothes off, and left them behind a gate into a field. I then proceeded to walk probably half a mile or so wearing nothing but a pair of sandals, and it was wonderful! It was a lovely warm night with a gentle breeze, and I could see the night sky very clearly. I enjoyed a spot of star gazing for a bit, and then ran back to my clothes, concerned that someone may have found them and taken them away! As it happened, there wasn't a soul to be seen; just me and the stars. Magic!