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Sorry, my question was not meant as...instructions/tutorial, I was just genuinely curious as to how others would have gotten into such a situation.

I hadn't meant it as an instruction or tutorial, but more as just a helping hand and some examples of how someone else ended up in a particular CFNM situation and in one that could go either way.

Hello to the village users. Some stories and thoughts about my first CFNM experiences and perceptions.
My childhood was in 60s in Eastern Europe and we lived in a small apartment without a shower in a washroom. I was the only male in the family with my Mom, grandmom, and younger sister. My mom washed me until the age of 10 in the room, outside the washroom. Family members walked around and talk. there were no negative talks. My sister asked the questions, my Mom washed me thoroughly and my cock was half aroused typically for this age. I had no idea about this side of life and felt everything as a perfect normal and pleasant experience. No shame. I was told to undress to prepare to be washed out and did it as I was told without any resistance. After washing my Mom dressed me herself. At the age of 10, I was sent to the pediatric medical center for one-year treatment related to scoliosis. In that center, they used punishment by public nudity as the most severe punishment for children. It was totally against my habits, expectations, and way of thinking. Simultaneously, there was a lot of CFNM in the practices of medical center. Women workers washed children in groups. Boys and girls were washed separately, but boys were washed by women. Boys in our age group were not developed yet except for me. In the situations of crowded bathing, I developed a each time powerful erection and it attracted a lot of attention and comments behind my back in this center. Each week woman worker washed my cock for not less than one minute thoroughly and as a result, it was pointing in the end to the ceiling and there were talks about it. I believe everybody in the center including girls has heard about it. For example when we played girls tried to look under the wide shorts that boys used to wear, especially during jumping on the beds. Some of them said to each other that they could see everything. When I liked one of the pretty girl in the center and started to give her a lot of platonic attention, workers of the center tried to stop it. I had no idea then why they interfered, because we communicated very nicely and it was not her desire.
So much about my first experiences. I did not know then it was CFNM and the term itself was absent. Today we are close to the situation that one can practice CFNM like naturism or you can practice both. Then public CFNM felt the utmost disgrace and the threat of forced CFNM was very effective in keeping pupils disciplined. Later, CFNM became a powerful turn-on for me, but I discovered it only in the middle ages.

Not sure what my first CFNM experience was but I was always fascinated by the female body and always wanted to see more than what I was allowed. Back in the day as a kid the most R-rated thing I had access too was a Sears catalog but was I fixated on the swim and bra areas even though I had zero concept of sexual attraction. But it did not take long to learn the double standard of not being able to see the mysterious female body. It just seamed common back then that for some reason I would be forced to undress with no concern that women or other girls would be in the area. Things like play time in a kiddy pool. (sorry we forgot your suit the parent's would say) They assumed "innocence" in those times that it was ok but it never worked the other way round that the girls my age would be asked to play nude and that embarrassment was even a thrill back then even if I did not understand it. Yeah perhaps I was at an innocent age but those experiences probably helped warp me into what I am today.

But the first time that really rocked my world that I clearly remember was a school physical that I was required to take entering 6th grade. I was being examined and that's bad enough but during the process like 3 very hot nurses came walking in to talk to the doctor. LOL I was laying on the table spread eagle and they walked through the door located directly Infront of me. They looked directly at me and made eye contact. One said "sorry" but they all casually talked to each other like I was not there even though they all kept looking at me. I was just laying with no way to cover up as they discussed something that felt like an eternity. I was so embarrassed, my heart thumping trying to control my sense of injustice, and yet despite this to make matters worse my penis betrayed me and sprangled to life. This confusion just made everything worse and now I chase those feelings.

My wife once persuaded me to get armpit waxing and a total bikini. I started looking for a master in Yandex services. I wanted to choose the youngest girl there. I searched for a long time and found it - she is only 22 years old, studying by correspondence to become a lawyer. However, She has almost two years of experience. She likes the work, she learned depilation herself and immediately started with both women's and men's sugaring. She is short, slender and dark-haired. We agreed to meet. I came to see her in her office. She said that I had finally decided to come to her. I undressed completely and lay down on the couch. I didn’t feel any awkwardness - probably because I felt in her, first of all, a professional, and in terms of age, this girl was old enough for me, if not as a granddaughter, then certainly as a younger daughter. She started with the armpits. It was a little painful but bearable. She praised that this was the first time she had encountered such a patient client. Then she moved to the pubis. First, she did one right half and asked me to check how I liked it, but she didn’t allow me to touch it with my hands, so as not to get an infection. I looked there and told her that she did everything perfectly! She finished the pubis and moved on to the scrotum. She covered it with warm wax and asked if it stung. Carefully removed all the hair there. She noticed a birthmark there and advised me to see a specialist. Then she removed the hair from my crotch. I also asked about the sensations when I covered it with warm wax. And when this girl was removing hair from my penis, she noticed an enlarged vein on it. She asked me to look at the vein, pulling penis by the tip herself. I told her that I actually had problems with the veins in my legs before. I even had surgery for this.
I asked her if her clients get erections at this moment. She replied that she didn't pay much attention to it. I was even a little offended for myself that I couldn’t please this young girl at least a little - after all, she treated him so carefully. Apparently, my’s not the same age anymore. And, probably, she could still think about how this old impotent man could live with his wife.
Then she asked me to stand in a knee-elbow position on the couch, as during a proctological examination, in order to apply wax to the intergluteal area. The girl didn’t have enough height, so she had to stand on her tiptoes. But she did everything quickly and carefully without pain.
During the work, we chatted with her for almost two hours about this and that, whether her clients are shy and she is shy about them, etc. . About the upcoming New Year, about decorating her office with a Christmas tree, etc. I'm more about my family, my wife, nephews, etc. , and she talks about her parents and plans for the future. And I took photos before and after sugaring for my home page, having previously asked my permission to shoot.
In general, this little girl rejuvenated me with her depilation for almost half a century - everything was so clean and smooth there - just like in childhood. No more sweat, dirt and itchiness! Many thanks to her! So attentive and caring. She wanted to sign me up for the next session in a month and a half, but I told her that I would inform her myself when I could come to her again.

English is not my first language, so sorry for the grammar or other language issues.

I had my first CFNM experience (that I remember) during the first year of my high school, when the school was organizing a trip off campus for all students. We lived in a rural area for two weeks, and needed to follow strict rules (such as waking up at 6am, light training until 8am, eating breakfast until 8:30am, etc.) since it was supposed to be an education of discipline. There were a few stances that were particularly memorable to me about the double standards between boys and girls.

For example, the boys and girls lived in two buildings separately. For girls, they lived in individual rooms with bunk beds (4 girls per room), and their building had a shared restroom and a shared shower room. For boys, each class (usually about 20-30 boys) shared one room. The room was just large enough to allow each of us to have a 2-squared-meter space for a sheet to sleep on (we brought our only grass sheet to put on the ground), no beds, no AC, or any furniture at all. Our class had a particularly high boy-to-girl ratio, and basically everyone's sheet was touching each other. It didn't help that the trip was in August where the local temperature was usually 30-35 degrees, so most of us would be in our boxers in the room whenever we could. We were not allowed to close the door or windows (and we probably wouldn't even if we could for the occasional breeze). After a few days, I started to notice that a few girls came to our building and walked passed our room a little too frequent. It usually happened after dinner (free time, but we are strongly encouraged to stay in our room unless we have a good reason not to) when we were really tired from the physical activities during the day, and were ready to cool off and sleep (in our boxers). They used the excuse that they needed to talk to our head teacher, but I doubted if they "had to" talk to him every time. There were also female had teachers from other classes in their building as an alternative option. Moreover, they always turned their head and look directly into the door and windows when they walked pass our room (and I imagined the same for other class's room for boys as well). Of course, we were never allowed to go to girl's building.

Another example is about the shower situation. As I mentioned earlier, girls had their own shower room in the building, while we didn't even have a restroom (had to leave and building and walk 5 minutes to a public restroom). Due to the high temperature and physical activities, the demand for shower was really high, however, boys were only allowed to use the public shower room from 7PM-8PM everyday. The public shower room was a small room with 8 shower heads, and that was for the boys of the entire school, not just for one class, which had over 300 boys in my cohort. Even if we showered as quickly as soldiers for 5 minutes, the shower room could only supply for 12*8=96 showers during the hour. We were able to go to the restroom and used towel to wipe ourselves with water, but after a few days most of us were tired of sleeping in a room with no AC with 30 guys who got to shower only once every three days on average, if lucky. That was when one of the guy found a few outdoor water faucets near our building. At the time, we thought these were great options for our shower needs, since there were no explicit restriction on using these faucets. By the time I heard about it, there was already a queue. I went back to our room to grab my shampoo and soap to join the queue, accidentally glanced over the building for girls, and saw dozens of them looking at the direction of the water faucets! I think none of them was bold enough to come near to the faucets for a really good look, so they were all just watching from their rooms through the windows. The windows were small, and they were piling on one another. They were pointing, talking, and sometimes laughing. I was really shy at the time and immediately gave up the idea of showering there. It didn't take long for the teachers to learn about the faucets and us showering there, and hurried to stop it. All of us were told to never use those water faucets again, and those who managed to shower there were made to apologize to the girls room by room, since they made the girls to see the "unseemliness" (I don't think any of them were actually nude, they at least wore boxers). The only good thing is that, after the incident, we had 3 more public shower rooms available to us from 7PM to 8PM, which almost guaranteed us a shower every two days. I was really angry at the time because of the unfairness, but looking back now, these might be the beginning of my direct and indirect CFNM experience.

interesting @RedToys

Having medical exam was first for me.

I haven't been lucky to experience one but maybe in the future.

Hello. My first experience was the doctors visit, where I had to strip in front of my cousin. She was gigling the whole time, and it was 30 years go. Still teases me about it whenever we meet.

In high school, my friends teased me by taking off my pants in front of the girls at school.I remember the smiles and laughter of the girls.I like it, it makes my penis hard.

My very first experience with CFNM happened long before there was ever a name for it coined on a platform that was unimaginable then. It was back in the early 1970s during the time of Gloria Steinem and the women's movement. It was around the time that Playgirl first appeared on the magazine racks to scandalize America's masochistic and patriarchal culture.

I was riding on a subway train in Boston, Massachusetts, a mecca of the countercultural movement of that time with all its colleges and universities. The subway car was packed like sardines inside a can. There was barely enough oxygen in the car, a tin can on wheels, so old it was squealing around the curves in the track line. I was standing in the middle of car, a long haired hippy with a backpack, squashed against other passengers as the train kept packing more and more in with each stop. I remembered catching a quick glance of a nice pair of feminine legs in the isle a few feet down from me, but took no more notice of them. After a few stops of this, the train finally reached its last stop before we all suffocated and everyone got out.

When I got some air, I shouldered my backpack and was making for another train when I heard a voice beside me say hello. It was a feminine voice -- a svelte woman, long and smooth brown hair, freckles, and moonbeam brown eyes. She was dressed in the usual office attire of the time and I noticed that she was the owner of those shapely legs I had seen in the crush of that car. She was now beside me, saying hello as if she knew me and I shook my head a couple times in disbelief. She was older than me, probably in her mid twenties. She shocked me and invited me to lunch. In those days a woman rarely did that and I figured it was part of the revolution swirling about us. She picked up the tab too, another rarity, shocking both me and the wait person. Then she adroitly lured me back onto another subway train, back down the same line that we had come up on, but in the opposite direction.

This, of course, led to her apartment. It had an excellent view of the Charles River, with Cambridge across the river, and she began to execute the reason why she had brought me there. For some reason that still remains a mystery to me almost fifty years later, she had picked me out of that crowd as a guy who would be a perfect subject. As I stood looked at the Charles, she worked her magic and she had my clothes off and on the floor inside of a few minutes. For the first time in my nineteen years, I stood completely naked in front of a fully dressed woman, an artist at seduction. She walked around me, checking me out from all sides of the compass, her eyes indicating her delight at what she had wrought out of her victim.

I knew then that she had perfect control of me. Being that young and a virgin at this, the emotions heated me up like a nuclear current. I could barely stand up. I was anxious, nervous, almost scared then, yet, strangely at the time, I also found that I enjoyed it. I loved how she scoped me out like that, as if I was her toy or something. She felt, kissed, and touched me at her will. She made me do things for her around the apartment -- her dressed, me naked. It was so wild then that it almost popped out of its socket. Then she finally consented to "reward me."

We did this for several months. It was always the same: I was naked and she was dressed. CFNM, though there was no name to it yet. She was the boss and I was the subject. We took it to new heights, where, for example, she liked to tie me up and tease me that way, hovering over my nakedness with her eyes. We had some of the best fun I've had ever and I incorporated what I learned from her many times since in future CFNM experiences, like when I was posing for a woman's camera or camcorder. She was from Ohio and she moved back there. I have not seen her since then, but have never forgotten her, and have wondered what happened to her over the years.

Not my FIRST time, but an early experience. When in the 6th grade, there were twin sisters in my neighborhood who were a few years younger, and VERY curious about boys' bodies. My parents both worked, so I had the house to myself during summer days. We would gather in my room where my best friend and I would strip for them. The girls would mostly stay dressed or strip down to their panties. They liked watching us undress, and having us stay naked as long as the girls wanted. They had fun watching us go around in front of them naked, and enjoyed looking at and playing with our penises.

I had a few experiences when growing up that were CFNM, but I was too young for them to be sexual at all. I remember one of my girl friends daring me to show her and her sister my underwear, and I accidentally pulled them down with my pants!

My first real experience was with a partner, so I don’t exactly count it either. We were making out in the woods and in the heat of it she undid my belt and took out my dick. She never did strip herself, and our short relationship ended before anything more could happen.

My first real cfnm experience was in college. I’m a gay man but I’ve always been into exhibitionism and exposure, and I get excited when women look at me because they’re always curious about our genitals. So in college I’ve met some new friends and one day going out with only girls friends I arrived late and was about to change my clothes in the bathroom and one of them was taking a shower. So the other girls told me to just change there, since I’m gay there was no problems. Long story short, after that experience I’ve got to be more times naked with their audience but they never knew it was turning me on.

I did not have a CFNM experience when I was young, although I always knew I enjoyed the idea of it.

During the covid lockdowns and mandatory working from home, me and a collegue got bored and decided to work together from my home.
We had casual sexual encounters before and we ended up often having sex during breaks.

I proposed working in the nude to make it a little more fun, which she found too awkward. I was quite excited by the idea, so next day when she rang the doorbell I opened the door naked. She quickly glanced over my body, smiled and walked in a little more hurried than usual.

She sat down at her usual spot and I stood next to her asking her if she wanted something to drink. With my aroused cock at her eyeline, she nervously kept eyecontact with me all the time. I kept standing in the same way for a short time and then went to get her some tea.

After coming back, I noticed she did look at my body whist I was walking towards her, but she quickly looked away once I noticed. Again I stood next to her and explained to her I enjoyed her looking at me and she did not have to be embarassed about it. She understood and started looking at my cock and touching my balls and started giving me a handjob. I asked her to stop before I could climax, as I was enjoying being aroused and naked around her a lot and wanted to do this the whole day.
And that is exacly how it went, with me masturbating in front of her several times but only climaxing at the end of the workday.

We still do variations of this sometimes, as we both seem to have similar interests. Sometimes CFNM, sometimes CMNF, sometimes we just both go naked.
I still enjoy opening the door in the nude and seeing that smile on the CFNM days.

"I was quite excited by the idea, so next day when she rang the doorbell I opened the door naked. She quickly glanced over my body, smiled and walked in a little more hurried than usual."

Many years ago I did a variation of this. Her name was Jean. We were lovers then and I was at her apartment in Boston, Mass. She was at work. She came back and rang the buzzer for me to push the button to open the ground floor door for her. I stripped and, when she knocked on the door, I opened it and greeted her completely naked. Her eyes traveled over me. She said with a smile,"you're ready, aren't you?" She put her stuff on a chair, shut the door behind her. "Lie down on the couch," Jean told me as she retrieved her camcorder, hoisted it before her eye, and I watched the green light come on. It stayed on for hours after that.

Another time it was the reverse. Jean was in her apartment and opened the door. I had taken a huge risk and was standing in the hallway in front of her door with not a thing on. Someone in one of the apartments could have come up or down, but my luck stayed true to me and I got inside, naked, without incident and she had the camcorder on me and ready to go:). That was fun:)

Your post reminded me of a big part of my childhood I'd COMPLETELY forgotten--the Sears catalog. As soon as they came available, I got my own copy, and IMMEDIATELY open it to the "Panty Pages". I'd get a raging hardon looking at these pretty girls and women in just their panties! I'd strip naked, prop the catalog up with a hot, panty-clad girl facing me and jack off. I imagined that she was thrilled to see me lying there naked, and watching me jack off in front of her! Looked at the guy stuff also, (guns, cameras, camping gear, scout stuff, etc), but the "panty-pages" were my big thrill!

Thanks for posting, CFNMe72!
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Great to read all these stories.
The first CFNM moment I clearly remember happened years ago when I was in my early twenties. During summertime I was visiting a (female) friend that moved to the south of germany to study. She knew I loved hiking so part of my visit would be her taking me on her favorite hiking trip in the area. When the day came around she asked me if it would be okay if 2 university friends would join on our hike, which turned out to be 2 more girls. Being a boy in his twenties I didn't mind going on a hike with 3 girls, so I gladly accepted.
The first part of the hike had a lot of climbing, which got all of us pretty hot. My friend mentioned that close to the top there would be a lake with cold water that on these days was perfect for some mid-hike cooling down. My head immediately started thinking about the prospect of skinny dipping with 3 girls, although I also felt a bet insecure about doing that in ice cold water. To be sure that they were thinking what I was thinking I brought up that I did not bring any swim gear, to which she replied that they would always just take their clothes off, swim, find a nice rock to spend some time drying, get dressed and move on. To me this sounded perfect, so I couldn't wait to get to the lake.

Once we got there we all started undressing to our underwear until there were 3 girls in their sports bra and panties and me in just my boxers. One of the girls was peeling on the edge of her bra, which signalled to me that she was preparing to take it off. I couldn't wait for that final moment of all getting naked, so I proposed "counting down and going for it together". My friend agreed and wanted to start counting, but one of her friends stopped her to point out that actually since it was special occassion with 3 girls and one guy, I should actually go in first to check the water. I froze for a second, as she basically proposed that I would get naked first while they would have their full attention directed at me. Soon I realized that although I felt a bit shy, that this would actually allow me to run into the water, turn around and get a perfect full frontal view of them running towards me. So with that I convinced myself to go for it, took a deep breath, and with all girls watching me dropped my boxers and ran into the freezing cold water. When I got in far enough I dropped my head underwater and turned around to watch the big moment.

A few moments later the girls ran into the water as well, with a big smile and still wearing their sports underwear. When they got to me one of the friends started laughing and said: "Thanks for the show! You appeared ready to go skinny dip, so I figured I'd ask you to go first so we got to watch". Turned out they never planned on skinny dipping, it was just my imagination reading that into everything that was said. For a moment I felt defeated, but I could only try to make the most of it. I ended up saying that I would have done it anyway as nothing beats a naked swim in a mountain lake. From there we just splashed around for a bit until we got too cold. I wanted to cover up getting out of the water as the temperature really didn't do me any justice, but I figured I should just own up to it. I made a joke about the cold just solving the problem by hiding everything and sat down on a rock to dry in the sun before getting dressed.

It get me somewhere as the girl that initially tricked me soon called out after my "performance" they might as well take their tops off to get everything dry a bit faster. So in the end this hike got me my best CFNM experience at that time, while also getting me the view of 3 pairs of boobs that I often thought about once I got back home.

hi all
first experience was family from a young age boys always were nude and girls clothed. sisters , cousins was a comon thing to walk around nude in front of them

Had 2 close together Again in college time Moved in off campus house with new girlfriend and students of both sexes
She was on top floor which was divided but only had one bathroom so our door wasn't locked to provide access to bathroom for girl on other side of divide So, one morning after my girl was off to class and i was still in bed , dastardly me , knowing (we'll call her Janey ) would come into use bathroom soon Not used to me being there yet , she didn't knock as expected/hoped Had myself lieing face down with sheet pulled down faking sleep with ass and no doubt balls exposed I stayed still Janey went in and out without making a peep Always a fantasy long after as to what she was thinking , did she steal a glimpse, a stare? smiling / turned on? off? I know iliked being exposed She also walked in on me once sitting on the comode That wasn't so sexy lmao

The other was same girlfriend driving to hang out with her parents one day Got my first in car while driving handjob
Told her "look , we need to pull off somewhere or i'm likely to wreck this thing" Pulled off into back area of metro park where she proceeded to strip clothes off me and complete the job She was dressed Didn't take all that long lol One of hardest cums ever Damn retelling these having its effect