Hey There fellow Nude dudes!
Quote from admin on November 30, 2025, 12:27 pmHey there, fellow nude dudes!
I’m Dex, the bloke who built NudeDudes.co.uk, and if you’ve ever wondered who’s daft enough to start a whole website about getting your kit off, well… that’d be me.Let me take you right back to where it all began.School uniform days. Thick blazer, shirt, tie, long trousers (no shorts allowed, because apparently teenage knees are a threat to society). I used to cut across a couple of farmers’ fields to get home quicker. One roasting hot afternoon I was melting, so I peeled off my shirt and stuffed it in my bag. The fields were always empty except for the odd cow giving me side-eye, and that first blast of breeze on my sweaty back felt unreal.Day two I did it again. Then the tie came off. Then the trousers on proper scorching days.
Within a month I was marching across the grass in nothing but socks, shoes and a pair of tiny pants, heart thumping like mad but grinning like an idiot. That weird cocktail of terror, excitement and total peace? I was hooked.
Eventually curiosity won. I found a proper hidden spot surrounded by bushes, triple-checked no one was about, and finally dropped the pants too. Sun filtering through the leaves and landing on my scrawny, pasty body for the first time… mate, I still get goosebumps thinking about it. Pure rocket-fuel freedom.
From then on, any chance I got, off came the lot. Walks home, summer holidays in the woods, five minutes alone in the house, didn’t matter. I thought I was the only kid on the planet wired this way, so I kept it quiet for years.
Fast-forward to 19-year-old me, finally brave enough to creep around the early internet. Turns out there were thousands of us! Even better, there was a proper naturist lad ten minutes down the road. After weeks of chatting he said, “Fancy a brew and a nude chill round mine?” He was late-30s, I was 19, and my brain screamed RED ALERT. But I went anyway.He opened the door starkers, grinning, showed me to the sofa and said, “Kettle’s on, make yourself at home.” I sat there fully dressed, pulse racing. He popped his head round: “Strip to whatever you like, mate, no pressure.” Ten minutes later the T-shirt was off. Ten more and the joggers followed. Forty-five minutes (and half a cuppa) later I finally slid the boxers off too.
I braced myself for a comment, a stare, anything. Instead he just carried on chatting about his runner beans as if I hadn’t just got my knob out in his living room. That “you’re just another normal bloke” vibe? Life. Changing.That day turned a secret teenage habit into a proper part of who I am.
So why, after almost 17 years of on-and-off nudism (secret fields, nervous first beach trips, hundreds of naked pints and barbecues), did I finally build NudeDudes.co.uk?Because I was tired of there being no corner of the internet that felt like us.Most naturist spaces online are either mixed (great, but sometimes you just want to talk utter bollocks with other lads), or they’re overly serious, or they’re full of perfect American gym bodies and professional lighting. I wanted the online version of the changing room after five-a-side, or the beer garden when everyone’s three pints deep and the chat’s flowing.I wanted a place where:
- The 22-year-old from Hull who’s never told a soul can post a blurry selfie from his first naked dip and get a chorus of “Welcome to the gang, legend!”
- The 45-year-old dad with the lockdown belly realises he’s not the only one who’s kept this quiet for decades.
- Gay lads, straight lads, bi lads, married, single, skinny, chunky, hairy, smooth, disabled, trans, city boys, village boys, all feel instantly at home.
No posers. No judgement. No “you need a six-pack to belong here” nonsense.Just proper British blokes being sound to each other while celebrating the fact we look better with the sun on our arses and a cold one in our hand.Nude Dudes is the site I wish had existed when schoolboy me was sneaking across a cow field wondering if he was broken.
It’s the place where every single one of us, no matter what we look like, where we’re from, or how wobbly our bits are, can finally be our full, unfiltered, nude selves.And seeing the messages roll in, “I’ve never told anyone this before,” “Just did my first naked walk because of you lot,” makes every late-night writing session worth it.This is our club, lads. Always has been, always will be.So grab a brew, lose the layers, and make yourself at home.
See you on the bare side, Dex
(The very proud original nude dude)
I’m Dex, the bloke who built NudeDudes.co.uk, and if you’ve ever wondered who’s daft enough to start a whole website about getting your kit off, well… that’d be me.Let me take you right back to where it all began.
School uniform days. Thick blazer, shirt, tie, long trousers (no shorts allowed, because apparently teenage knees are a threat to society). I used to cut across a couple of farmers’ fields to get home quicker. One roasting hot afternoon I was melting, so I peeled off my shirt and stuffed it in my bag. The fields were always empty except for the odd cow giving me side-eye, and that first blast of breeze on my sweaty back felt unreal.Day two I did it again. Then the tie came off. Then the trousers on proper scorching days.
Within a month I was marching across the grass in nothing but socks, shoes and a pair of tiny pants, heart thumping like mad but grinning like an idiot. That weird cocktail of terror, excitement and total peace? I was hooked.
Eventually curiosity won. I found a proper hidden spot surrounded by bushes, triple-checked no one was about, and finally dropped the pants too. Sun filtering through the leaves and landing on my scrawny, pasty body for the first time… mate, I still get goosebumps thinking about it. Pure rocket-fuel freedom.
From then on, any chance I got, off came the lot. Walks home, summer holidays in the woods, five minutes alone in the house, didn’t matter. I thought I was the only kid on the planet wired this way, so I kept it quiet for years.
Fast-forward to 19-year-old me, finally brave enough to creep around the early internet. Turns out there were thousands of us! Even better, there was a proper naturist lad ten minutes down the road. After weeks of chatting he said, “Fancy a brew and a nude chill round mine?” He was late-30s, I was 19, and my brain screamed RED ALERT. But I went anyway.He opened the door starkers, grinning, showed me to the sofa and said, “Kettle’s on, make yourself at home.” I sat there fully dressed, pulse racing. He popped his head round: “Strip to whatever you like, mate, no pressure.” Ten minutes later the T-shirt was off. Ten more and the joggers followed. Forty-five minutes (and half a cuppa) later I finally slid the boxers off too.
I braced myself for a comment, a stare, anything. Instead he just carried on chatting about his runner beans as if I hadn’t just got my knob out in his living room. That “you’re just another normal bloke” vibe? Life. Changing.That day turned a secret teenage habit into a proper part of who I am.
So why, after almost 17 years of on-and-off nudism (secret fields, nervous first beach trips, hundreds of naked pints and barbecues), did I finally build NudeDudes.co.uk?Because I was tired of there being no corner of the internet that felt like us.Most naturist spaces online are either mixed (great, but sometimes you just want to talk utter bollocks with other lads), or they’re overly serious, or they’re full of perfect American gym bodies and professional lighting. I wanted the online version of the changing room after five-a-side, or the beer garden when everyone’s three pints deep and the chat’s flowing.I wanted a place where:
- The 22-year-old from Hull who’s never told a soul can post a blurry selfie from his first naked dip and get a chorus of “Welcome to the gang, legend!”
- The 45-year-old dad with the lockdown belly realises he’s not the only one who’s kept this quiet for decades.
- Gay lads, straight lads, bi lads, married, single, skinny, chunky, hairy, smooth, disabled, trans, city boys, village boys, all feel instantly at home.
No posers. No judgement. No “you need a six-pack to belong here” nonsense.Just proper British blokes being sound to each other while celebrating the fact we look better with the sun on our arses and a cold one in our hand.Nude Dudes is the site I wish had existed when schoolboy me was sneaking across a cow field wondering if he was broken.
It’s the place where every single one of us, no matter what we look like, where we’re from, or how wobbly our bits are, can finally be our full, unfiltered, nude selves.And seeing the messages roll in, “I’ve never told anyone this before,” “Just did my first naked walk because of you lot,” makes every late-night writing session worth it.This is our club, lads. Always has been, always will be.So grab a brew, lose the layers, and make yourself at home.
See you on the bare side, Dex
(The very proud original nude dude)