Wednesday, 20 June 2018

So this is me ...

This is me, on the beach near my home in Northumberland, UK.  
And yes, I'm naked, and very happy to move out where you can see more. I’ll do it bit by bit so anyone who has seen quite enough already can leave before being offended.

So here I am, completely naked with everything on show.  I’m a nudist and never happier than when I'm naked with friends.   So I start with this set of photos so you get a taste of what the rest of the blog is like.  There are some photos which show me dressed, but not many.  If you don't like what you see now, there is still time to leave .....

For those who are still with me, a huge welcome to my blog - I really do hope that browsing through my pages will give you as much pleasure as writing them gave me.  The view count currently stands at 260,000, so presumably there are some who like what they see!

Ever mindful of the need to avoid giving offence, the posts that follow are careful to avoid anything that might be regarded as suggestive or obscene. However, there is a gradual progression as you read towards the depths of the blog - ie the posts with the earliest dates.  So those who read right to the end will see a lot more of me than those who leave now.  So please, please be warned!

Of course I am very happy to show even more, but not here in this very public place!  You might like to join my private blog, where I have no inhibitions at all. Only 100 members are allowed, and there is usually a waiting list.  If you'd like to join, please ask me for an invitation - at


A walk in the woods

It was a warm sunny day, so after a nice long bath and shave I dressed in summer clothes - shirt, short shorts and sandals.  Under the shorts, so as to keep things in place, a tiny aquamarine g-string.
I got in the car and drove to a local wooded area which has public access and good footpaths for walking.  I parked in my usual place - close to the entrance to the woods but not too obviously so.  There were at least half a dozen other cars there, so there were others in the woods already.  I hid the key, checked my little back pocket for essentials and set off into the woods.  I followed the path and soon came to a small clearing. Over to one side were dense rhododendron bushes which provided dense cover. I saw no-one, but of course in woodland you can never tell. 
I stood in dappled shade, enjoying the stillness of the countryside.

Yes, the shorts were very short - hardly visible below my loosely worn shirt.  As always in that kind of situation, I felt overdressed and had to get more comfortable. I retreated into the shadows, stripped off my shirt and shorts and edged back into the dappled sunlight wearing only my g-string.

This one really is tiny, with a close-fitting pouch and a low-cut front that exposes the upper part of my penis.  I love it.

I stood there, knowing full well that although I could see no-one else, in all probability they could see me.  So I moved a little further into the sunlight so more of me was on show -

I saw movement on the other side of the clearing - a man was standing there, watching me.  I let him look for a minute or two but he came no closer, so I backed into the bushes and removed my last item of clothing.  Put everything in a plastic bag and hid it behind a tree root where i could be sure to find it.  Returned to the dappled sunlight - completely naked.

I moved out into the full sunshine so anyone passing not only could see that I was completely naked, but could recognise me too. To my right there was a grassy bank and I sat down, legs apart, everything on show.

"Hi there"
I was no longer alone.  I looked up and saw a young guy - thirties, dressed in shorts and top, standing a few yards away.
"You looked very nice in that amazing g-string - even nicer naked"
"Thank-you - I like that string too"
"It's nice here, isn't it?"
"Yes - one of my favourite places to strip off and get the sun to all of me"
"Would you mind if I did the same and joined you?"
"Not at all - I think that would be very nice.. I'm Chris"
I lay back and watched him undress ....

He was nicely built - good athletic frame and shaved in the same places as me.  This was going to be a very pleasant afternoon ...

This completely true story is published in much greater detail - showing a lot more of me - in my private blog.

Wednesday, 23 May 2018

Display board for Lindisfarne!

At the gate to the beach there is a display board by Natural England - this is my suggestion for a nicer version - me completely naked in the dunes!

The display board is right by the public footpath, so I always keep some clothes on at that point.  This tiny g-string does nicely - a minimal pouch and spaghetti straps held together by a little gold torc.  If anyone thinks I'm still under-dressed - tough. 

Monday, 24 October 2016

The cover photo

I hope you like my new cover photo, which shows me unashamedly naked on the open beach.
You might like to have a closer look - there are always some friends who like to examine me in the minutest detail. So here I am - same photo but a closer look. Click on the image for a full-screen view.

The shoot was in the very centre of Ross sands, which is a huge beach, and I was by no means alone. Apart from the photographer and his assistant there was an assortment of people at a discreet distance, interested to watch a naked man (me) being posed and 'adjusted' for the camera.  
I never have any problem with posing naked - I've been doing it since I was a photo model in my youth!

By the way - you will see that I have no pubic hair. This is not because of genital alopecia, but because I keep it shaved.  Always have done - ever since I was a boy.  Quite simply, I prefer it that way - feels nicer and I think looks nicer too.

Saturday, 22 October 2016

When I was a boy ...

I thought you might be interested to read a bit about my early life, which was so different from UK family life today.
I was brought up in rural Wiltshire, and we were a well-ordered family.  My father was a schoolmaster with very traditional views on bringing up boys, so that when I did bad things, such as upsetting my mother, I was punished.  Not like today, with time on the naughty step or withdrawal of my phone for a few days, but put naked over the end of my bed to have my bottom beaten with a proper punishment strap.  There was nothing brutal about it - he simply believed that the best way of correcting a teenage boy was to remove his clothes and thrash his bare bottom.  There was never any damage, but it hurt.
It was much the same at boarding school, which was great in many ways but if we did something bad we were stripped and caned, often in front of the whole house - the humiliation was total and the pain unbelievable.  And yes - stripped meant just that - we took the cane completely naked.
We used to holiday in South Devon, where we often met up with my aunt's family who were very casual about clothing on the beach - we boys ran naked on the sand until we were eight years old - rather longer than would be considered acceptable today.  A key moment happened when I was fourteen - I said something about hating the woollen bathing suit my mother made me wear, and Aunt Doris smiled and told my father he should take me to Pilchards cove.  I'd never heard of it and the name meant nothing to me.  Father grinned and said 'Why not?' - the next day he took me.  It's at the top end of Slapton Sands and in those days you could park quite close.  We walked onto the beach and I was amazed - everyone naked and behaving just the same as usual - a nude beach.  I was a bit shy because I'd never done that before, but Father just stripped off as if he'd been doing it all his life - which of course he had.  I soon got used to it, and we had a wonderful afternoon.  I rediscovered the joy of swimming naked in the sea, and I was totally hooked. We were at the water's edge when a young man came running out of the sea - totally naked with water flying off his beautifully bronzed and highly aroused body. I shall never forget the look of sheer joy on his face - I was entranced.  He knew the whole beach was looking at him, but his deliciously erect penis bothered him not one jot.
I've been a nudist ever since.
At school I had two housemasters - one from 11 to 13 in the Junior boarding house, and one from 13 to 18 in the Senior School.  Both were rugby-playing types, so had very little time for me.  I could run, and in fact ran very successfully, but in those days to be a sportsman it had to be rugby or cricket.  Both seemed to have the notion that frequent punishment was good for me, and both caned me at the slightest provocation.  This was back in the 1950s, when corporal punishment was still very popular among both parents and schoolmasters - less so among boys.  My Senior Housemaster usually caned me in the privacy of his study, but when the gravity of the offence was sufficient he gave me what he called a house caning - I was made to attend evening prayers wearing dressing gown and slippers and after prayers and notices he punished me in front of the whole house.  Off came my gown and slippers and I was put over a punishment trestle for six or nine strokes of his cane. The beating was bad enough, but taking it without a stitch of clothing in front of sixty other boys made it a whole lot worse. 
Every boy had a member of staff assigned as his mentor. Mine was a young classics graduate, not long up from Oxford. He was responsible for my social development - his job to teach me good manners and respect for others. I spent many hours in his study, chatting about everything under the sun.  From him I learned about the birds and the bees, and about my own body. There was also another side - any complaints about my behaviour went straight to him, and it was his duty to correct me.  Which he did by putting me naked over the arm of his big red Chesterfield sofa and caning my bottom.  He hated doing it and I could see the tears in his eyes as I undressed. But afterwards, sitting together on that same red Chesterfield, was a time of great intimacy - a sharing of secrets and confidences.  I was very fond of him.  When I was fifteen he suggested that I might like to do some photo modelling - he had a friend at a studio in the nearby town who was always looking for nice-looking young models who would pose nude.  I would be perfect.  I was a bit dubious and asked my Dad - he just smiled and said if I wanted to, just do it.
We went on a Saturday afternoon and there were photographers and a huge array of equipment.  The owner seemed nice and told me this was a group of amateur enthusiasts who liked to follow the style of Wilhelm Von Glouden - a German photographer I'd never heard of.  I later discovered that Von Glouden was a great pioneer of nude photography, and left a great collection of images of Sicilian country boys of all ages.  Some draped, but mostly naked in tasteful and largely non-sexual poses. He showed me this photograph of a teenage boy and asked if I would like to pose like that.

He gave me a strip of fabric like the one in the photo and put me behind a curtain to change.  I posed for a while with some props that looked vaguely similar and they seemed very happy.
Then he showed me this photo - or one very like it. 

A boy of about my age, reclining in a Sicilian setting with basket and flowers - and completely naked.  I wasn't so sure, but they coaxed me into it and I discarded the strip of fabric.  Posing naked for the first time was quite an experience, but they were very nice and I have to say that I enjoyed it.  There was comment because the boy in the photograph had some pubic hair and I had none, having started shaving a year earlier.  But they got over that and clicked away.
That was how it started - I moved on to more commercial stuff with professional photographers, and of course they wanted a lot more than Von Gloeden's innocent images.  I got used to posing naked, both alone and with other boys and men, and when they asked me to pose fully erect I did. I got used to being handled, and after a while I had no inhibitions whatever. In fact, I was far from being exploited and loved every minute.  It paid well, and by the time I was ready to go to university I had a little nest-egg which helped enormously.  I was also very experienced, which helped even more!

Thursday, 20 October 2016

Caribbean beach holiday

I had a lovely holiday at a very luxurious hotel situated right by the beach on a small Caribbean island - languages English and French - and with a dress code that suited me perfectly.  In the public areas of the hotel, such as the lobby, restaurants and lounges, guests were required to dress as one would in any smart European hotel - what we call smart casual.  But on the apartment terraces, around the two pools and on the beach, it was 'clothing optional'. In practice the only clothing I saw in a fortnight was the shirt on an American gentleman who had sat too long in the sun wearing nothing whatever.  I went nude in all those places, along with everybody else.  A few corpulent vacationers, but some nice bodies, too!
As you would expect in such an establishment, I was given a room boy, whose function was to care for me in every possible way and to obtain any services he could not provide himself.  As the porter took me to my apartment, he appeared as if from no-where and introduced himself as Hubert.  He was small, slim and very dark.  No, dark would not describe him - he was shining ebony and looked around sixteen or seventeen years old.  He was barefoot and dressed in a short, brightly coloured and rather sheer silk sarong - that and a big smile.  I knew at once that he would be perfect.
In the course of that first conversation he asked me if I would like him to take snapshots to give me nice memories of my holiday, and I told him yes - I'd love that.  I showed him my Nikon and asked if he needed any help with that - answer no, he was completely familiar with Nikon.  Slight readjustment of Hubert's talents!  There were others to come.
He showed me to the sun terrace and suggested that I should get myself out in the sun to get my tan started as soon as possible - he would come and apply tanning oil as required.  I went in the bedroom and found a silk kimono ready on the bed. I undressed and put on the kimono - out to the terrace where Hubert was waiting with the tanning oil.  I hesitated - thought I should tell Hubert that I intended to sunbathe naked.  He just smiled and said he had expected that.  I stood there without the kimono and he made some approving noises - applied sun-oil to every part of me.
Here are some of the photos he took of me on my sun terrace - as the days passed my tan deepened and I felt more comfortable with him seeing my body in all its moods.

This first photo shows how he suggested I dress after dinner, when guests returned to the poolside for drinks and entertainment.  The pink silk thong was perfect, he said - very smart but easily removed when I wanted a late evening swim, which he assumed I would do naked.  He was right, I would. After the swim, he said, I could put on something smaller or perhaps remain naked.  He had, of course, examined my luggage and knew that I had one or two g-strings that were very small indeed.

I liked to wear this one - bright aqua and figure-hugging fabric that showed me off nicely.  This one could be worn in the pool, but I never did.

This is my smallest g-string - a lovely lilac colour from Tendenze, and designed to be worn in the 'upright position' as it was here.  As you can see, there is an extra bit of pouch that allows the aroused penis to go beyond the waistband to show itself properly.  I love it!
Of course most of the time I went naked - the only way to get a seamless tan, and the only way to show off my assets as I like to!

Hubert was very good with the sun-oil - he kept me lathered, especially in the sensitive places, and I didn't get burned at all.  For the first few days he served drinks, applied sun oil etc wearing his sarong, but on around the third day he appeared without it - hoped that was acceptable, which it certainly was.  Although young he was, to put it mildly, well equipped and very easy on the eye!
He took me down to the health center where he introduced me to Sam, a huge man with glistening ebony skin and almost no clothing at all who massaged me with intense but highly pleasurable pressures - massage that really left me gasping but with a wonderful sense of well-being.  He started with my middle bits covered by a small towel, but quickly realised that I was perfectly happy without it and from then on had me totally and deliciously naked.   Hubert enjoyed watching my body being pummelled, kneaded, slapped, spanked and stroked by Sam's huge hands!

Hubert was always around, and seemed to pop up, appropriately dressed, whenever I needed him. When I climbed out of the pool with water streaming off me, he was there with the towel.  Even late evening, when I was entertaining friends in my room, he was there to serve drinks.  Even later, he helped me prepare for bed and left only when my light went out for sleep.
And yes, I loved being photographed, and when Hubert suggested that he photograph me with a bit more arousal, I was only happy to pose for him - and of course I gave him permission to show them to his friends.  Those additional photos are also for my friends in the private blog.
At the end of the holiday he was very happy with his huge gratuity, which was well-earned by all the things he did for me.

Wednesday, 30 December 2015

An old photo of me ....

This was taken 15 years ago - a younger me with less silver in my hair, but as you can see just as happy posing for the camera with everything on show.  No tan lines, because then as now, I always sunbathed naked.
You can see that there was some arousal - that big vein on my penis was well-filled!
Of course there was a nude after that!

And finally, in profile to show you my assets!

Click the images to see full size.