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Hello, my name is… Wait, you can call me Tom. That's not my real name, but I'm going to tell you a few things that probably aren't better associated with me, since I'm much older now than when it all happened.
And when did all this happen? It all began in prehistory – before the internet – in the 1970s, when the world was younger and perhaps even a little more innocent. Although I didn't cling to my innocence for long.
I grew up in San Diego; my father served in the U.S. Navy, and my mother and I lived in a small house near the base where my father stayed when he was home on leave. We didn't see him often, though, since he was usually at sea. It was okay; I had lots of friends, most of us Navy guys, and life in Southern California was pretty pleasant.
Unfortunately, all of that fell apart when Mom got sick and died within a few months, shortly after I turned thirteen. Dad got a temporary post ashore and looked after me for a while, but he was career-driven and thought that if he ever wanted to climb the career ladder, he'd have to go where Uncle Sam wanted him to, and dragging me along wouldn't work.
He explained it all to me—I was still reeling from losing my mom and didn't really care what he told me, but he wanted me to move to Oregon to live with Mom's parents; and that meant leaving my home, my friends, my school. I guess it could have been worse, but with Mom dead, I just wanted someone to take care of me, and Dad had never been that kind of person. I saw my grandparents a couple of times each year—they came to San Diego for Christmas, and Mom took me with her in the summer—so I knew them and got along well with them, which made the move seem bearable "for a while."
It was mid-May when Mom and Dad arrived. Their old, rickety caravan came to a halt at the curb. My dad looked relieved to see them and gave them a warm welcome, made them drinks and everything. He seemed much happier to see them than he did to see me every day. I guess he wanted to be back at sea with all his shipmates and know that at least I was taken care of—if he ever even thought of me while he was away.
The elderly couple stayed for a few days, enjoying the Southern California sunshine, sleeping in the RV, and helping Dad and me pack my books, clothes, and such. Since Dad's country leave was ending, I would miss the last few months of the school year and would enroll at a new school in Oregon in the fall. Mom would homeschool me in the meantime, as she had been an elementary school teacher before her retirement. I hugged my father, promised to write, and said we would all see each other at Christmas.
Then I got into the RV and sat in a chair behind the front seats while Dad started the engine and we drove out of San Diego in a cloud of smoke. We took it easy and drove along Route 101 because Mom and Dad wanted to stop for a few nights. It's about 1,600 kilometers in total, but with the old RV, we stayed overnight at several RV parks and never drove more than 200 or 1000 kilometers a day. This allowed us to see Big Sur and look out at the ocean for whales and other things. It was a great vacation; they treated me really well, and I started to relax and enjoy the time.
"Hey Tommy," Pops said over his shoulder as we crossed the border into Oregon. "We're almost home. At least for a while. You know, your mom and I are going to help some friends out over the summer. I think you're going to have a damn good, excuse me, damn great time up here in Oregon."
“That’s right, Tom,” my grandmother interjected. “Before we knew you were going to stay with us, we agreed to look after a… uh… holiday park for an old friend of your grandpa’s. He’s too ill to do all the things he needs to do, and although he has a handyman and a few other helpers, he needs someone he can trust to live up in the woods and look after the camp.”
"He lives there all year round, and people come in every season – mainly on weekends and during school holidays. But because he is ill and Dan, his handyman, is visiting his family in the north of the state, he had to close for a while."
"So your mom and I agreed to go there a week before Memorial Day to prepare everything and close again after Labor Day," Pops continued.
"There are opportunities for swimming, fishing, hiking, and a few hundred hectares of private land for you to explore. I hope you're okay with that."
We didn't say anything beforehand because we didn't want to disappoint your father, and we really want you to stay with us, but it won't be our old house for the summer.
Well, I didn't have much of a choice, and besides, I'd left all my friends behind in San Diego, so what did it matter? As soon as we arrived at their place and unpacked, we'd be off again, to some mysterious camp in the woods.
...
The caravan creaked slightly as we reached the locked gate of the camp.
A large sign read: “Cow Creek Camp, Private, Access by appointment only.”
Dad got out of the car and took out a set of keys, which he used to unlock two large padlocks on chains that kept the gate closed.
"How do the campers get in?" I asked.
“Oh, when people are expected, someone sits in this caravan,” said Mama, pointing to a small caravan that was protected by shutters and overhanging branches.
“It gets very busy here on arrival days,” Dad added, “but we usually keep it locked and quiet.”
"Do you come here often?" I asked.
“For years now,” he said. “Every summer for a few weeks. We used to bring your mother along too, when she was younger than you. That’s how we know Deke, the owner, so well, and that’s why he knows he can rely on us now that he can’t anymore. His daughter—she was your mother’s best friend—will probably be here sometimes too, at least when her children are on holiday.”
We bumped up the track between the trees, which was just wide enough for the campervan, although every now and then a low branch scraped across the roof, reminding us that we were a long way from the highways. The track wound around cliffs, and it felt like we were getting lost in the woods, even though there had only been one track so far, so we couldn't really get lost.
Finally, the path led to a large parking lot in front of a roughly thirty-meter-long, single-story hut with windows covered by heavy shutters and a veranda that occupied the middle third of the hut, to which a few doors led.
"Here we are! I'll park here for now until we've settled in, then we'll park the camper van."
“Don’t we sleep in there?” I asked.
'No, Tom, we have our own cabin behind the main building. You have your own room, and there's even a bathroom and a shower. The TV reception is pretty patchy, though; it's hard to get a good signal out here. Come on, let's go inside and see what Deke has for us.'
In May it was still quite cold up in the woods, but we worked up quite a sweat loading boxes of provisions from the RV into our cabin, hauling tables and chairs onto the porch, opening all the shutters, and getting the cabin ready for the opening on Memorial Day weekend.
Dad wore ripped overalls and work boots, I wore shorts and trainers. At thirteen, I wasn't a big kid anymore, but I did my best to help move the furniture, and I could tell Dad was happy for the help, while Mom cleaned the kitchen and reception area inside.
“Okay, Tom, I guess I can’t put you off telling this any longer, and I don’t want you to get upset about it, but this camp is for… um… I guess you could call us ‘nature lovers’… you know, people come here to… sunbathe.”
I must have looked at him with a stupid expression, because he took a deep breath and said: "They're nudists, son. They don't wear clothes when they're here..."
With that, he slipped off the straps of his overalls and let them fall to his ankles, tugging at them with his boots. He stepped out of the car and kicked them aside. Now he stood before me, wearing only his boots and an old, worn baseball cap.
His skin was an even tan—faded from the winter, but it was obvious he'd sunbathed for years; there were no white patches. He was tall and muscular, not really flabby, a little soft around the belly, but in pretty good shape for an old man. His chest was covered with thick, wiry white hair that cascaded down his stomach to a large white bush from which a long, thick penis protruded above a large scrotum.
I had never seen a grown man naked before, and I had never seen a penis as big as Dad's. It must have been 15 to 18 centimeters long, and like mine, he had cut off the loose foreskin at the end (some kids at school still had it; they looked funny).
I realized I was staring at his penis when he laughed and said, "Close your mouth and don't look so shocked, you'll soon get used to seeing people in their natural state!"
“Aren’t you cold?” I asked, finally able to speak again.
"If it gets too cold, I put on an old shirt, but you get used to the fresh air – it's great after having bundled up warmly for the last week or so, so as not to spoil the embarrassment."
I heard the porch door open, and Mom—my grandmother—came out, wearing only sneakers and a radiant smile. She was just as tanned and well-preserved as Dad's, a little plump in the middle, but she had beautiful big tits—I'd never seen tits before—and below her belly was a tangle of gray hair that, I suppose, concealed her old cunt. I'd never seen a real cunt before, either old or young.
"Poor Tom, you're a bit shocked, aren't you? Your mother walked around up here all summer wearing nothing but a sun hat. She didn't think anything of it; that's how we raised her. I suppose she became more reserved after she met your father. Weren't you ever completely natural at home?"
"Uh... no, she never mentioned it."
"Too bad, with all the sunshine in Southern California. Anyway, it's up to you, darling. Everyone who comes here is naked most of the time, but it's their choice. We won't force you to do anything you don't like. If you want to wear your shorts or shirt, go ahead. But be careful. When there are a lot of guests, you'll need to keep your distance. It can be uncomfortable for naturists to have clothed people around. You don't need to hide, but stay close to our cabin or take walks on the quieter trails."
With that, she turned and went back inside. Dad picked up his discarded overalls, said something about checking the water filtration, and left. I stood there stunned. I was in quite a shock and was trying to process the information. There was no way I was showing my penis to the world! I was proud of it. It had grown quite a bit in the last year, and I now had a dark streak of hair covering it. Since I was eleven, I'd secretly compared myself to other boys in the showers after sports and thought I was normal for my age. But at twelve, I'd discovered masturbation, and all I had to do was think about my penis, and it would grow and send "masturbate me" messages to my brain.
Those puberty hormones never took a break! I knew that if I walked around without pants, my penis would be permanently erect, and I'd desperately want to rub it. Even if it had been soft, I would have been way too embarrassed to know that people would be looking at it and imagining me masturbating (it never occurred to me that nudists wouldn't think that way, because I definitely did). Come to think of it, it was hard now and pressing uncomfortably against my shorts.
I turned quickly and went into the cubicle, where I locked myself in the bathroom and let my shorts fall to the floor. My penis sprang to attention, and I eagerly grabbed it. It was hot and painful, and I rubbed it gratefully, feeling the skin slide over the hard core. Images of Dad's huge cock flashed before my eyes, and Mom's big, soft tits and hairy pussy flashed behind my eyes as I shuddered faster, feeling my balls swell and then the relief of my semen spurting out and splashing onto the floor. I bent down and wiped it up with my washcloth, which I had rinsed and hung over the sink. I pulled up my shorts, went to my room, lay down on the bed, and stared at the ceiling, wondering what the hell was going to happen this summer.
Dinner was strange. Mom and Dad didn't get dressed, but acted as if being naked was perfectly normal—or at least it was for them. I sat and ate, alternating between my head being down to avoid eye contact and stealing glances at Dad's huge cock or Mom's tits. I also tried to see her pussy through her hair, but I didn't want to get caught staring, so I couldn't really see the hole properly.
I helped with the dishes and went to my room. We'd had a long day, and I was tired from working outside. So I decided to go to bed early and maybe process all the new stuff and find some meaning in it. Dad woke me by banging on my door and telling me breakfast was ready. I peed, washed my face, and put on my shirt and pants before leaving, grabbing the plate Mom held out to me again with my eyes averted. I was still embarrassed by her obvious nudity.
“Dan and his family are coming back today. His wife’s father needed Dan to help with construction work, so they took time off,” Dad said to me as he sat at the table with his plate. “You’ll have some children to play with.”
“They’re younger than you, Tom,” Mom added. “I think Judy is 10 or 11 and Mattie is only 9. But they’re bright children; Helen, Dan’s wife, homeschools them, and they’re full of life.”
I asked them if they all lived here.
"They have a large caravan in the forest, connected to electricity and water, with all comforts."
"You must see the camp, Tom," said Mom. "The children will show you: all the campsites, the sanitary facilities, the fire pits, the path to the swimming hole; there's lots to see."
“Sure,” Dad added. “There are several caravans, pitches, and tent sites. And you haven’t seen the whole place yet. There’s a pool table and a ping-pong table, and we have a room for parties and dancing.”
"Well," said Mom, "I just need to quickly check if the reservations for tomorrow are ready. Tom, you can help Dad or stay here, it's your decision. I'll let you off with your schoolwork until Memorial Day is over, but if you want to read your book, go ahead."
I decided to stay in my room; I still felt very uncomfortable around Dad and Mom in their birthday suits and thought I could hide for a while.
About an hour later I heard Mom call: “Tom! Tom! Come and say hello!”
I put my book down, left our cabin, and went to the front of the main cabin from which Mom's voice was coming. I stopped dead in my tracks, as if I'd run into a wall. There, in front of Mom, stood a tall man with a bushy beard and a long ponytail. Next to him stood a petite woman with long black hair. She was holding his hand, and they were both looking at me with broad smiles. Beside them stood a tall girl and a short boy. I was the only person wearing clothes.
I stared at them all, feeling my face burn with growing embarrassment. I didn't know where to look. I was—sort of—used to Mom's big tits and her gray, hairy cunt, but here was another grown cock, another pair of tits—much smaller than Mom's—and another hairy cunt. As if that weren't enough, the girl had a cunt I could clearly see. It was hairless, just a deep slit between her full lips. And she had tiny little tits, perched high on her otherwise boyish chest. The boy's cock, like his father's, was uncircumcised, but it hadn't grown and was just a small, sharp thorn sticking out above his immature testicles.
“Tom,” said Mom, “this is Dan, the camp helper, his wife Helen, and their children Judy and Mattie. Guys, this is Tom, Shirley’s boy.” “Hello, Tom,” said Helen. “Nice to meet you. Your grandma told us a lot about you. We were so sorry to hear about your mother. Welcome to Cow Creek. Judy, Mattie, why don’t you two take Tom and show him around while your dad and I chat with Myrtle?”
I noticed that the girl wasn't exactly thrilled about having to look after me, although the boy seemed quite content.
"Come on," Judy said reluctantly, and set off towards a path leading away from the cabin. As I followed her, Mattie held my hand tightly and looked up at me.
"Hello, how old are you? I'm 9 and Judy is 11. Why are you wearing your clothes?"
“I am … 13,” I stammered, “I am not a nudist, so I wear clothes …”
Ahead of us, Judy walked slowly enough not to lose us, but showed no sign of wanting us to catch up. I enjoyed the sight of her beautiful bottom. She was obviously similar in height to her father; her long legs and slender torso made her look older than eleven, but her smooth, round bottom had a rather boyish quality, and her hips were still undeveloped. As far as I could see from her front, her almost flat chest and smooth stomach, which tapered towards her little girl's cunt, were also still underdeveloped. Although I hoped to see her small tits and her tantalizing slit again soon.
We trudged for about ten minutes, Mattie pointing at almost every path and tree, while Judy continued to ignore us, until we came to a stream that had been dammed up to form a wide, smooth swimming hole.
“This is where we swim,” said Judy, turning to me and breaking her silence.
"I wanted to go swimming, but Mom made me bring you and Mattie, and he's not allowed to swim without an adult, and you're not allowed to swim because you're dressed. So you've ruined my morning."
"Good." She turned around again. "I've shown you enough. I'm going home, come on, Mattie."
“Hey, hey, wait,” I said. “I’m sorry if I ruined your day. I didn’t ask you to bring me. I’m all alone here and…” This is awkward… “…and I didn’t want to come here, and my mom died, and I left all my friends behind, and I hate it here and I don’t want to be a nudist…” And I started to cry. Thirteen years old, with two strangers.
Naked strangers. In a forest. And I started to cry. I guess I'd been saving it up, all the confusion, the unhappiness, the alienation. I just collapsed onto a grassy bank, laid my face on my arms, and let it all go. Embarrassing.
I felt Mattie put his hand on my arm; he was a sweet little guy and was trying to help. Then Judy squatted down in front of me, took my hands, and pulled them up to lift my red, distorted, snot-covered face.
"I'm sorry about your mommy, Tom," she said softly. "I can swim anytime. I'm sorry I was mean to you. Please don't tell Aunt Myrtle..."
“Many…?”
"Your grandma would be really angry if she knew I made you cry, and Mom would spank me."
I briefly saw in my mind's eye her cute bottom being spanked, and I smiled a little. I sniffed, looked at her, and smiled even more.
"I won't tell anyone unless you rat me out while I cry like a baby."
“I swear, I won’t say anything,” said Mattie, placing his hand solemnly on his heart.
“Me neither,” said Judy. “Let’s continue along the path to the viewpoint; from there you can see a large part of the camp.”
As we continued walking, I asked them how long they had been nudists. They said they had always gone around naked, except when it was really cold in winter. Their father—Dan—had worked for Deke for fifteen years after he left the army. He had come with his parents as a child. He had met their mother at the camp and married her there in a naked ceremony.
“We’ve never lived anywhere else,” Judy explained. “Mom’s parents always brought her here. She was only 13 when they met, Dad was 25. She didn’t have me until she was 17.”
"Your father looks like a hippie. I'm surprised he was in the army."
“Yes, he was wounded in Korea. They sent him home, and when he was better – it took a few years – he said he had stepped off Uncle Sam’s war machine.”
“My father is in the navy,” I admitted.
"Well, I hope he doesn't hurt himself," Judy said, stopping, turning around, and kissing me on the nose. "I'm sorry I was so mean earlier. I hope we can still be friends."
“Me too,” I murmured, blushing again after a beautiful, naked girl kissed me.
Mattie trotted on until he reached the end of the path.
"I was there first!" he shouted. "The viewpoint!"
We arrived at his place and could see the camp below us. The main hut and the hut of my, well, Dad and Mom.
“This is our caravan,” Mattie said, and then listed the names of the owners of other caravans and some cabins. Then he pointed out motorhome pitches and campsites. I was impressed by the size of the camp.
"Isn't that a lot of work?" I asked.
“Dad does all the heavy lifting, along with Deke—so with your grandpa, I guess,” Judy explained. “Mom takes care of the paperwork, orders, bookings, and things like that. Aunt Myrt—I mean your grandma—helps out when she’s around, as does Deke’s daughter, Joanie. Then there are Jay, Al, and Mary. You’ll meet them tomorrow. They do the gardening, help Dad with the housework, and Mom with the cooking when there are parties or barbecues.”
But the people who live here are mostly regulars and know how to keep everything clean and tidy. So most of the time everything runs smoothly.
“I’m hungry,” Mattie complained.
“Yes, maybe we should go back. I’m ready for lunch myself,” Judy agreed.
Mattie took my hand again, and Judy linked arms with mine as we turned to head back to the camp. Me, between two naked children. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Mattie's small penis bobbing over his testicles as we trudged along the rack. On the other side, I saw Judy's small, cone-shaped breasts with their pale pink nipples. I felt my penis harden in my shorts as I walked, and I knew anyone watching would see my erection.
"Tom?" Mattie asked. "Your penis is erect."
"Um, yes, I know, I..."
“Mattie, you know it’s rude to talk about other people’s bodies. Mom told you so. God gave us all different bodies, and we accept what we have.”
I thanked Judy silently, but too soon, because she was looking down at my shorts with interest.
"Are you feeling unwell, Tom? You look like you're walking strangely."
"It's not my fault, I... I'll just go behind the tree and sort it out."
I turned off the path, but they came along, clearly unbothered by my erection or the thought of seeing them. I slipped my hand inside my shorts and tried to adjust them, but it got caught in my underwear. I unfastened the waistband, and Mattie reached over and pulled down my underwear—he wanted to help me! I let go of my shorts and stood there with them around my ankles while Mattie pulled the waistband of my underwear down below my testicles.
"Is this more comfortable?" he asked helpfully.
Judy stared at my penis with interest, and Mattie looked at me, waiting for a reply.
"Well... it feels much better, but I... I shouldn't be standing here like this, it's kind of embarrassing and..."
“Don’t be ashamed,” Judy said. “This happens to most of the men in camp occasionally. Mom said it’s normal and nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Will it disappear soon?” Mattie asked.
“I don’t know, it’s pretty hard to get rid of without…” I blushed and fell silent.
„Was?“
"Listen, let me go behind the tree, then I can knock it down."
"I want to watch!"
“Mattie!” said Judy, “… I’d actually like to see what you do to make him fall over.”
"Really?" I squeaked. "I can't show you because it would be wrong, and if your father or my grandparents..."
“We won’t tell,” Mattie promised.
“We won’t tell,” Judy agreed. “Please show us.”
"Well, if you're sure, and only because we're hungry and I'm feeling unwell and we need to go home..."
I had Mattie and Judy sit on a low bench where I could see them clearly. Judy's cleft opened slightly, and I could see pink inside, the same pink as her small nipples on her breasts. Mattie's cock was sticking out over his balls; he'd gotten a little hard himself. I'm not sure if he noticed, but I guess my arousal must have affected him.
I leaned my back against the tree trunk, grabbed my throbbing cock, and began to rub it, first gently, then harder as the sensations intensified. Soon my hand was blurred, and my semen spurted into the grass.
Mattie and Judy must have been holding their breath while I was jerking off, because they both sighed when I came, then looked at each other and giggled.
When I refocused my gaze, I looked at her and smiled. "I feel much better now, let's go get something to eat."
I put on my underwear and shorts, they took my hand and arm again, and we started for home. Each of us was silent and thoughtful as we walked along the path.
...
After dinner, Judy still had homework to do, so she grumpily went to her caravan to get it over with. I wanted to go to our cabin and maybe read a book, but Mattie had other plans.
"Why don't I show you a few more paths from the campsite?"
"Uh, okay, is this okay with your parents?"
"Of course, they know I won't get lost."
He took my hand again and led me in the opposite direction to the one we had gone with his sister. After about five minutes, he said, "There's a secret cave up here that I go to when I play pirates."
We squeezed behind a thick bush, and behind it was a shallow cave in the rock.
"We can sit here and talk."
"What do you want to talk about?"
"May I talk about the thing with your penis?"
"Uh, sure, but you won't inject anything until you're bigger."
"Show me how."
"But... okay... you're not going to tell?"
"I swear to you," he said, putting his finger to his lips.
"Okay, then you have to harden him first."
"Show me." I slowly began to suspect that I was being set up!
"Should I do it for you?" He nodded eagerly.
"Okay." I reached for his cute little penis and rolled it between my thumb and fingers. It soon became erect, growing to about three to ten centimeters, but it was quite thin. I'd never examined an uncircumcised penis before, so I pulled back the foreskin until the glans was exposed. Mattie squirmed a little and giggled. I began to gently stroke his penis, not wanting to hurt him. After a while, I increased the speed, rubbing harder and looking at his face to make sure I wasn't hurting him. His eyes were closed—he was obviously enjoying it.
Suddenly he opened his eyes and said, "Oh, stop, I need to pee."
But I continued until he narrowed his eyes, tensed up, and gasped for air.
"Oh wow! What was that?"
"That was masturbation."
"Did I inject myself?"
"No, I told you you need to be taller."
"Wow, it was incredible. Can you do it again?"
"Better wait a few more minutes and don't do it too often, otherwise..."
"Will you do it again?" he asked, pointing at my groin area where... my penis was squeezing out of my shorts.
"Um, sure, but I don't want to make mine sore either."
"Can I do it for you?"
"If you want."
He grabbed my zipper and tried to pull my shorts down. I stood up and dropped them and my underwear. Then I took off my shirt, so I was just as naked as he was.
"Hey, you're a nudist!"
"No, I'm not, this is just for us." I sat down and he grabbed my penis.
"Wow, be careful and gentle."
I showed him how to hold it, and he slowly began to stroke it. I told him how to hold it tighter and gave him pointers again and again.
"It needs something to keep it from getting sore. Spit on your hand."
He moistened his hand and continued rubbing.
"More spit."
He bent down, dripped some lube onto my cock to moisten it, and continued rubbing. Then he bent down again and licked the tip of my cock like it was a popsicle. I moaned.
"Did I hurt you?"
"No, that feels great. You can keep licking; you can even suck if you want."
He wanted to please me, so he leaned forward, took my glans in his mouth, and sucked on it like an expert. I took his hand and moved it up and down so he knew he had to keep masturbating.
So there I was, lying naked in a shallow cave, with a naked nine-year-old boy sucking my penis and giving me a handjob.
"I'm about to cum, Mattie. If you don't want it in your mouth, you'd better pull out."
But he continued sucking and stroking, and I actually came in his young mouth. It didn't seem to bother him much; he managed to swallow a lot, even though some ran down my cock and moistened his hand.
After a while, I gently took his hand to stop him, as I was very delicate. He lifted his head and looked at me with a delighted smile.
"Wow, that was fun, I really enjoyed that!"
"Me too, Mattie, that was really something special."
After we had sat for a while, I got dressed again, and we squeezed out of the cave and went back along the path to the huts.
"Remember, Mattie, not a word to anyone, not even Judy."
"I promise. But I want to do it again. Very soon."
...
Memorial Day weekend had arrived, and the campground had filled with campers and RVs, all happy to greet old friends. And not one of them had a single stitch!
I lay on my bed, a comic book sprawled across my legs, unnoticed, and reflected on how much my life had changed in just a few days. I was surrounded by naked people wherever I looked – my bedroom was the only place where I couldn't see tits, dicks, pussies, and asses – I was constantly hard, and my dick ached from jerking off.
I didn't mingle with the naked people much; occasionally I'd go to Mom or Dad, and Mattie would come by a couple of times, but I remembered what Mom had said: to stay out of the way when I was dressed, as people might feel uncomfortable otherwise. Although I didn't mind Mattie seeing me—and Judy, when I desperately needed to relieve myself—I still couldn't imagine taking my clothes off and walking around with all my pride and joy. Hell, it had been difficult enough in the school showers; I never liked displaying my penis in public.
There was a knock on my half-open bedroom door, and Dad stuck his head in.
"All alone here, Tom? You're missing out on a lot of fun. Some children went swimming in the hole and say it's not too cold – do you like to swim?"
"Can I put on my swim trunks?"
"Sure, why not? Grab your towel and go up."
I put on my shorts and headed to the spot Judy had shown me a few days ago. It was a hive of activity; kids were shouting and yelling, jumping in, diving in, and splashing around like dolphins. A few adults were standing there, making sure everyone was safe and no one got out of hand. I threw my towel next to a rock and slid down the bank into the water. Man, was it cold, but once I got used to it, it wasn't so bad. I started swimming and floating around, looking to see if Mattie or Judy were there, since I didn't know any of the other kids. "Tom!" Mattie came over and grabbed my arm. "Nice to see you here. I thought you were going to stay inside all day."
"I'm cheating, Mattie. I'm wearing shorts in the water... I couldn't..."
Suddenly he dove under, his cute little bottom flashing in front of my face, and he grabbed my shorts and pulled them off my feet. A few seconds later he resurfaced, just a few meters away next to Judy, who grabbed my shorts and threw them as far towards the shore as she could.
“You’re one of us now, Tom,” she smiled as she swam back towards me. “Relax, you’ll love it.”
I had no other choice and thought I could wrap my towel around myself and get them when I was done swimming.
Judy and Mattie seemed to know most of the other kids and included me in all their games. I had a great time and after a while didn't even notice the occasional bottom that surfaced when we dove. However, I did feel a penis brush against me a couple of times. There were also several girls with bigger tits than Judy, and it was hard to ignore them when they jumped out of the water. But we were all playing together, and I tried not to get too distracted.
It clouded over a bit and got noticeably cooler. People were leaving the water and heading back to camp. That was it, I was going to be exposed. I asked Mattie and Judy if they were ready to go, and we decided to walk home together. I spotted my towel and looked for it to cover myself and find my shorts. But then I thought: Was I just being a coward? There were some kids around who were older than me.
I'd seen bigger kids with smaller penises and smaller kids with bigger ones. Mattie and Judy knew what I looked like—they were watching me jerk off!—and they weren't embarrassed that I saw them. I bent over, picked up my towel, rubbed my head, and draped it over my shoulders, leaving my penis exposed. Then I looked around to see if I could find my shorts… oh well, never mind, I wouldn't need them. If they turned up, I'd keep them; otherwise, I'd try the nudist thing.
Judy, Mattie, and I walked back to the changing rooms. Mattie held my hand, and Judy linked arms with mine. We all looked at each other and grinned. My dick was swinging as we walked, and I had to try not to let it get hard, try not to think about Mattie's cute little cock and Judy's tiny tits and plump pussy. Oops... trying not to think about it... I flinched uncomfortably, and Mattie looked down at my dick, squeezed my hand, and grinned at me. Judy was talking to another, younger girl, and I don't think she noticed.
Well, I guess I still had a lot to learn if I wanted to enjoy this new life.
...
As we approached the huts, I saw adults sitting at tables, drinking and chatting. Dad was standing there talking to a guy. Their large penises dangled as they gestured and turned to talk to other passersby. I suddenly felt very embarrassed. My own penis was behaving itself, but I was very ashamed to be displaying it in public—something completely new to me. Dad turned around and saw me. He waved, and then his face broke into a wide grin when he saw my unhinged penis.
"Hey Tom, welcome to camp. Glad you're joining us."
"Uh, hello, Dad, I, well, you know..."
"No big deal, son. Enjoy the fresh air, that's what it's there for. Your mum was looking for you earlier, I think she has some chores for you."
"Uh oh! I should take a look."
I said goodbye to Mattie and Judy and went to see what she wanted.
...
"Mom? Dad said you want me?"
"Tommy! Wow, you look lovely! Sure, could you take those blankets to the caravan in parking space 14? Theirs got damp, and I said they could borrow some. Just follow the path to the left around the main hut; you'll see some signs there."
"Okay, no problem."
I grabbed the blankets and headed towards the caravan. Just before I rounded a bend, I heard giggling. I slowed down to see who it was without disturbing them. Two girls were dragging a boy by the hands into the woods. All three were giggling; he looked like he was enjoying the attention. They were all about my age. He had a penis very similar to mine, the same length and quite thick, with a nice bush on top. And hairy armpits too, as far as I could see. One of the girls had lovely round breasts, like half grapefruits, with brown nipples. Her vulva was hairy, but not so hairy that I couldn't see the deep cleft in the middle. The other girl didn't look much younger, but had smaller breasts, like half lemons, and her vulva had just a small patch of smooth black hair, just above its slit.
“Hello,” I said, “do you need help?”
The boy looked at me and laughed: "These two crazy people will hold me and tickle me until I tell them who I think is the cutest!"
"I think they're both pretty cute." Wow! Being naked had loosened my tongue; I wouldn't have said something like that in my other life.
"Cindy, grab him too," said the older girl. "Another victim!"
The girl let go of the boy's arm and grabbed mine, and they dragged us further into the woods. I'm no athlete, and I could have easily escaped, but I'm not stupid. We both let the girls pull us to the ground and stayed there while they straddled us, their butts dangerously close to our penises. "Start tickling, Cindy! No mercy until they tell us to."
I'm not particularly ticklish, but I loved it when Cindy ran her hands over my torso and arms. I pretended to squirm and try to escape, but I loved it. I think the other guy did too. It was obvious neither of us was trying very hard.
As Cindy's ass wiggled, my cock got hard and was soon rubbing against her crack. Then, after she got on her knees, it shot towards my stomach and got stuck under her pussy, which she unconsciously rubbed against me as she reached for my shoulders to tickle my neck.
"Hey, can you slow down a bit? Otherwise, I might have a little accident if you don't," I said, nodding towards our groins. She stopped sliding and looked down. She saw my swollen penis protruding from her groin, its tip glistening with our shared moisture.
“Oh my God!” Cindy blushed and sat up.
"Don't stop, just slow down."
“Cindy, what is it… oh,” said her friend when she saw what had happened.
"That looks like a great idea, Carole," said the boy. "We should try that sometime!"
"Hm, okay, Greg, but don't let him in."
Carole lifted herself up so Greg's big cock could slide under her pussy, then they started rubbing against each other. When Cindy saw her friends in action, she looked at me and smiled before she started rubbing her pussy firmly against my aching cock. Greg and I lay there enjoying the action. Then I reached up, took one of Cindy's tits in each hand, and started twisting her nipples. She squealed, closed her eyes, stared into mine, and bent down to kiss me.
We opened our mouths and our tongues pressed together. Greg and Carole were doing pretty much the same thing as us, and there was a lot of slurping, sucking, and moaning. Eventually, Carole came, but kept rubbing until Greg joined her. Then I felt like I was about to explode, just as Cindy started squealing and a load of juice squirted onto my groin. Finally, we were all lying panting, exhausted, and happy in the grass. "I'm Tom. Nice to meet you." And all four of us burst out laughing.
The next day I met Greg again. This time he was alone, throwing a ball against a tree and catching it with his glove. There was no sign of the two cute girls, Carole and Cindy. I was disappointed because I could definitely have used more relief like I'd had with Cindy. It was even better than Mattie giving me a blowjob.
Greg and I tossed the ball back and forth for a while, then Greg said he was tired, and we sat down leaning against the tree.
"Have you ever really had sex with a girl?" he asked, grinning at me.
"No, what I did with Cindy was the best thing I've ever had. Right?"
"Not with a girl, no, but boys can do it too – and you don't have to worry about getting someone pregnant!" He laughed.
"Really had sex with a boy? What do you mean by that?" I don't think I'm particularly slow, but it was the first time I'd ever talked to someone about sex. "What do you mean?" I repeated.
"You know. Fuck."
"Fuck? You mean in the ass? Don't fairies do that?"
"Sure, but that's because fairies don't want to sleep with girls. Sleeping with another guy doesn't make you a fairy. It just means you want to sleep with someone and no girl is available. And you won't get a guy pregnant, so it's safer."
"Impregnate?"
"Getting pregnant."
I knew what it was like to get pregnant; a guy at school had an older brother who had to marry his girlfriend because he had gotten her pregnant.
"Have you ever fucked another boy?" I asked.
"No, but a friend of mine fucked me."
"In your ass?"
"Where else?"
"Did it hurt?"
"A little bit at first, but once you relax, it's cool. Do you want to give it a try?"
"Fuck you?"
"Sure. Do you want to shove your dick up my ass?"
"Yes, okay."
All the talking had gotten me hard, and Greg reached over, grabbed my penis, and stroked it for a while. Then he cleared his throat, spat into his other hand, and rubbed his saliva on my penis.
"I need to wet it so it goes in easily."
He knelt down, cleared his throat into his hand again, and rubbed it against his asshole.
"Kneel behind me and press your cock against my hole."
I pressed the end against its hole and felt it slide in a little.
"That's good, keep pushing. Spit on it if you can, get it wet."
I drooled on my cock and his ass and kept thrusting; soon I had managed to slide in a few centimeters.
"Pull back and then thrust back in. Go slowly, and I'll open up more than you can fuck me."
I did as he commanded, and soon I was thrusting in and out, fucking him properly. It felt great.
"Keep going, Tom, it feels really great."
I felt my testicles rise as the friction brought me to climax.
"I'm injecting myself right now, Greg!"
"Squirt it in my ass, Tom, give it to me."
And I did. The best feeling of my life as my balls emptied deep inside Greg's ass. He jerked off his own erection, and as he spurted his sperm onto the floor, he collapsed. I fell on top of him, where we lay panting, until I felt my cock shrink and shoot out of his hole.
We rolled onto our backs, our sticky tails lying softly in our groins.
"Wow! That was incredible. Thank you, Greg."
…
Greg and I had a few more opportunities to meet up before he had to go back to school, and I fucked him every time. He kept saying he'd like to fuck me, but I wasn't sure if I should take his cock in my ass, so I jerked him off and even sucked him once so I wouldn't feel too mean.
During the time between Memorial Day and summer vacation, when things were busy at camp, I had to do homework that Mom assigned. Sometimes Judy, Mattie, and I worked together, and it was kind of nice to be with them.
There were always a few campers there, older people without small children, and Dad, Mom and Dan were busy looking after them and fixing things in the camp.
One afternoon I was sitting alone reading a book when Pops asked me if I wanted to go with him to the top of the camp to fix a path that was slipping. Dan would have helped him, but he was working on the water filters, and Pops wanted to fix them before someone got hurt.
In the camp, there was a strange old truck that looked like a large, flat, oblong box on four wheels with a bench seat in the front and a single wheel with a milling attachment on which a gasoline engine was mounted. Pops started the engine by pulling on a rope wound around a spool on the side of the engine. He had to do this a few times before it reluctantly started.
We climbed onto the bench, Pops pulled a lever on the milling machine, and we lurched forward, our load of wood and tools rattling on the loading platform behind us.
"Hold on tight, kid, here we go!"
We tumbled out of the yard with just a step between us and made our way to the landslide.
“Go faster, but I’m certainly not going to carry that on my shoulder,” he laughed, pointing behind him.
Eventually we came to a spot where a three-foot drop had branched off from a path, and Pops started driving stakes into the side of the path before hammering wood against them and filling the gap with earth he had shoveled up from the landslide.
I was truly impressed by his work ethic. He was a real tough guy. His muscles moved smoothly beneath his brown, sweaty skin as he swung his hammer or shoveled earth. His heavy penis swung as he worked, seeming thicker and longer than usual, and I was fascinated by it.
When he took a break, he leaned against a tree, and I sat down on the ground next to him. As he drank from his canteen, I couldn't help but stare at the monster on his thigh. Suddenly it twitched, and I flinched. He laughed, and I caught his eye. "Don't worry, Tom, it won't bite you." "Sorry, Dad, I... it's just so big," I said lamely. "Yeah, it is, bigger than a lot of other guys' dicks. Got lucky, I guess." "Will I...?" "I don't know. You've got a handy dick, boy, you won't disappoint anyone, and it'll certainly get bigger as you grow, but whether it'll get as big as mine, I can't tell you. Besides, not all women want a monster inside them. If I was too big, your mum wouldn't let me near her!" he laughed.
'Dad!'
'Shh, we're a family. What I'm telling you are family secrets. You don't tell anyone else. Understand?'
'Okay, ready.'
'She's probably used to me,' he continued. 'You know, you have to be careful not to let it upset you. It's really bad for you.'
,Excite?'
'You need to make sure you relieve yourself regularly. Oh crap, I guess since your mom's gone and you never see your dad, I have to tell you what's what. Your penis, you know what it's for besides peeing, right?'
I felt myself turning bright red. "I... I..."
"Sure, I saw you going into the woods with this Greg guy, and I... know he's a really hot guy. Did you jerk off with him?"
"Um, well..."
"You're shoving it up his ass?" Pops laughed loudly, while I nodded sheepishly. "Good for you, kid. You have to empty the dirty water regularly, otherwise... it builds up and you can't think straight. Jerk off at least once a day... unless you find someone else to do the same. Even better if you... find a warm hole to shove it into."
“But be careful with girls. There’s nothing better in the world than fucking a pretty girl who’s in the mood for sex. But you have to be very careful. First of all, you don’t want a girl screaming for rape just because you made a mistake, and for heaven’s sake, don’t get anyone pregnant. You’re just a bit too young for dad status.” He laughed loudly again. “Hands, mouths, and assholes are much safer than pussies, and a boy’s hands, mouth, and ass are just as good as a girl’s. It’s all natural, Tom, enjoy it.” As he spoke, he stroked his penis, which had become stiff, a terrifying thing rising from his groin. I was also hard; talking about sex had turned me on.
“I guess I have to take my own advice,” he said, stroking his penis harder. “I have to get this out there, otherwise I won’t be able to think straight until I do, and I still have to finish it.”
He stroked it harder, and the tip swelled and turned deep red.
"Will you help me, Tom?"
I leaned forward and placed my hand on his shaft. It was hot and hard and so wide that I couldn't close my fingers around it.
"Come on, boy, use both hands. You know how to jerk him off, right?"
I nodded, grabbed him, and rubbed my grandpa's monstrous cock up and down. I occasionally spat in my hands when it felt dry. Judging by the old guy's breathing, he was close, so I sped up a bit, and soon he tensed up, and then a gush of semen shot from his cock, dripping onto his stomach. A few more spurts followed, and he slumped back against the tree.
"Very good, boy," he gasped.
After a minute or two, he grabbed my ass, pulled me into a standing position, and then took my stiff cock in his mouth. All of it. I felt his tongue swirl and his throat tighten around my erection. It wasn't long before I came down his throat, he released my ass, and let my soft cock slide out of his lips.
'Okay, Tom, sit down and rest for a few minutes while I finish filling in the soil, then we can get started.' on the back. 'And remember: We keep family secrets.'
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