![]() ![]() “That’s the thing!” said Friend B almost unable to speak with mirth. “Where are our clothes,” I asked, impatiently. “What were they going to do, develop your nudey pictures and post them to you?” Friend B looked confused. But none of them understood what I was saying.” “That doesn’t make any sense,” said Friend A. ![]() I wanted to get a photo of you in the nip, you see. “After I hid your clothes I went off to ask some German students could I borrow a camera. “Well,” said Friend B, picking himself up. “I thought you’d drowned.” (Friend B is very melodramatic.) Then he fell over laughing. “Oh thank God,” he said, as our naked selves ran towards him. It was Friend B, doubled up with laughter. Finally, ESPNs Body Issue Gives Us a Naked, Old Man77-year-old Gary Player did not do anything special for the. In the distance we saw a familiar hunched figure. We were by now, near the university in a relatively built-up suburban area. ![]() “I suppose it’s not that bad,” I admitted. “I quite like this,” said Friend A as we jogged nudely along. It was after running unavoidably by a beer-garden of cheering punters that our inhibitions finally left us. “Friend B,” I would whisper in my fantasy, gently shaking him awake and looking benignly at him before punching him repeatedly in the face. I fantasised aloud about finding Friend B asleep in his tent. We avoided a police car by diving into a field of long grass, only to find it was nettles (strangely, we didn’t get stung). Then his eyes snapped open suddenly and he said, “But it will bright in the morning.” So we continued our textile-less jog home. Lying there for the fourth or fifth time, I felt utterly defeated. On seeing car lights advancing, we’d leap into a little ditch to the side. So we stoically ran along the suburban tree-lined road. After half an hour lying there sporadically screaming (“FRIEND B!“), we realised that he was long gone and that we’d have to go home without pants. We tried to react casually to their surprised gaze – just two naked dudes lying in a bush, shooting the breeze. We lay there for a while, clearly visible to passing cyclists. After half an hour we started worrying about hypothermia so we ran from the water to a bush next to a road. Initially we called his name quietly from the water but soon, as the water dropped in temperature, we got louder. Then, at some point during our fake carefree romp, we realised that both Friend B and our clothes had vanished. Apparently those bonfires weren’t just about aesthetics. We splashed about, trying to appear unconventional and free-spirited, but I wasn’t a very good swimmer and the water was cold. Its unique composition transported all three of us to another stimulating dimension.Like many things in life, skinny dipping isn’t as much fun as it sounds. Connection, freedom, sex, elevated senses and feelings, ejaculating life in those dead waters. They brought me to a nudists beach where to my delight I witnessed a similar openness from the crowd.Īway from the open Mediterranean waters, an unforgettable experience was swimming in the Dead Sea with two guys I had met at the festival I was attending at the time. I was intrigued by their non-tabooed dynamic. Managing their online dating profiles is a part of their daily routine. While being flatmates they openly expose their sexual interests to each other and their guests. I was hosted by Matan and Menache, two young guys who practice nudism in their own house. NUDE DUDES is about my experience during my visit in Tel Aviv. Login issues? Click here for help NUDE DUDES by Antonio Da Silva To watch the full-length film go to /nude-dudes
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