Date: Thu, 16 Jul 2009 11:44:20 EDT
From: Goindwntwn@aol.com
Subject: Teen Nudist Years

			     TEEN NUDIST YEARS
			      By Steve Bubner
		    Copyright 2009 All Rights Reserved


	The 280 acre family camp ground that my family and I had camped at
for over five years had been bought by a woman from New Jersey the Fall
before.  She was a nudist.  A very rich nudist.
	She had advised all of the full-time campers of her plans to make
the camp a private nudist park and that the park would be clothes optional
the first summer.  After that, anyone who wanted to continue to camp there
would have to join the N.N.C.  National Nudist Council, and practice the
life style of a nudist.
	Needless to say, my mother would have nothing to do with it.  She
wasn't all that interested in camping anyways.  Dad and I loved to fish the
lakes there and we just couldn't give that up.
	That first summer I was sixteen.  I thought it was funny to see
naked people walking around and doing camper things, like it was the most
natural thing to do.  It was a family camp.  Husbands with their wives.
Some brought their children.
	Dad and I kept to ourselves at a camp site near the fishing lake.
Although we all had to share the communal showers and old outhouses.  In
time, we had become friends with some of the other campers.  It didn't
bother me to be around naked people.  In fact, it kind of disgusted me.
Older women with their big ole saggy tits and big hairy bushes.  The men,
with their big ole cocks just hanging down for everyone to see.  I felt
nothing sexual about them at all.  But their kids were a different story.
Most of the kids aged from toddlers to young teens.  I was the oldest teen
there.  I had been having sex with other kids my age since I was twelve.
Boys and girls.  Mostly boys.
	The summer of my seventeenth year I was going to spend at camp
alone.  My dad would come on the weekends and we would camp and fish
together.  I had my drivers license and an old Chevy van.  I felt like a
man to spend the weeks alone.  I had made a deal with the owner, that I
would help maintain the park for my room and board and fifty dollars a
week.  Fifty bucks wasn't much, but I didn't need much money.  I would give
money to the old guy I was helping and he would buy me beer and cigarettes
when he went to town.
	I came to know all the campers.  They seemed like real nice people.
They acted like one big family.
	One day me and the older guy was trimming the lower branches off a
row of pine trees.  He was naked and I was wearing cut-off jeans.  It was
really hot that day and we were sweating big time.  The saw chips sticking
to my exposed sweaty body was very uncomfortable.  Vern suggested we take a
break and finish later in the day when it was cooler.  I was all for that
idea!
	There were some adults and kids swimming in the swimming lake.  I
thought it would be good to rinse and cool off in the spring feed water.  I
was kind of embarrassed that I was wearing cut-offs while everyone else was
naked.  I made up my mind and stripped off my shorts and joined the other
naked people swimming.  I felt weird at first, but quickly learned how much
better I felt with no clothes on.  We all had fun playing in the water.  I
think the others were happy I had joined them as a nudist.  After that
first time, it just became natural to be naked around the others.
	I was a very fit young man.  I got some looks from the older men
and women and some of the kids too.
	I was five feet four inches tall.  About one hundred and twenty
five pounds.  I had kind of long, straight, brown hair down to my
shoulders.  My body was near hairless, except for the light bush of brown
pubic hair above my dick and a little hair under my arm pits.  I had a nice
chest and abs.  I had a nice ass too.  I was circumcised, five inches hard.
About two and a half soft.  The old guy that I was helping once told me
honestly, that I had a beautiful body and that I could be a model.  I just
laughed at him.
	The kids took to me well.  After my chores for the day, they would
want me to play games with them.  I didn't mind.  I had always liked kids.
They were always so full of energy.  We would play Frisbee, softball,
volley ball and anything else they could think of.  In the evenings I spent
time with the adults partying.
	One day I was in the tractor shed working on a lawn mower.  The
tractor shed sat off by its self, across from the volleyball court.  Andy,
a twelve year old boy saw me and came to see what I was working on.  Andy
was a cute little boy.  Like most twelve year old boys are.  He hadn't
started to get pubic hair yet.  He had a nice, tight little body.
	Andy skipped into the shed.  He had a little boy boner sticking
straight out.  Little boys don't need a reason to have a boner.  I think he
was just excited to be with me.  I think it made him feel bigger to spend
time with an older boy.  I looked at his hard, little dick.  He reminded me
of the boys I had sex with when I was his age.  I didn't say anything about
his being hard.  He saw me looking and got embarrassed.  It was so cute.
	We talked and I told him what I was doing to the mower.  I was
kneeling, bent over changing the spark plug when he leaned over my back and
shoulder to watch me.  I felt his little boy cock rub against my back.  I
felt my dick stir.  Little boys were allowed to get boners, but seventeen
year old boys weren't supposed to get boners around little kids.
	As he had his head over my shoulder watching, he put his hands on
my sides and started to tickle me.  I jumped up to break away from him.  I
called him a brat.  He giggled.  I turned around and grabbed him.  I
started to tickle him.  He squealed as he fought, trying to get away from
me.  His body was so soft and smooth against my own flesh.  He smelt so
good.  Like a little boy should.
	I let him go and he ran to hide behind the big tractor laughing.  I
had a full hard-on from our physical contact.  I quickly turned around, but
he had seen my boner.  He made a comment about how big my dick had got.  I
told him I had to piss real bad and that it was his tickling me that made
it like that.  I walked over to one side of the shed with my back towards
him.  I did have to piss.  I stood for a while trying to piss on the dirt
floor in the corner.  My dick went down enough I was able to piss.  Andy
walked over and stood beside me.  He said he had to pee too.  I tried not
to look, but I couldn't help myself.  He had a boner.  About three inches
long.  He was circumcised and the head of his little prick was ridged.  He
looked at my dick while I pissed.  I looked down at the ground where I was
pissing.  I finished and shook the last drops off.  He just stood there
holding his dick.  He said, he guessed he didn't have to pee after all.  I
knew he couldn't piss because his cock was too hard.
	That evening a cold front moved in.  Most of the campers were
inside their campers waiting for the storm to come.
	I was in my dad's pick-up camper watching T. V., drinking beer and
smoking some grass.  The camper door and windows were open.  It felt good
for the cool breeze to come in.  Andy poked his head around the corner and
looked in.

	"Hi Steve.  What Ya doin?"  he asked, as he helped himself in.

	He surprised the shit out of me!

	"Just watching T. V."  I told him, as I hid my pipe.  He helped
himself to sit at the small table beside me.

	I mussed up his hair and pinched his little boy tit.  He giggled
and scooted to lean against me.  I got a bag of chips out of the cupboard.
We sat and watched T. V.  together, munching on the chips.  I felt pleased
as our bodies touched.  I never had a little brother to cuddle with.  It
just seemed natural for me to hold the boy so close.  I rubbed his belly
and chest as he lay against me.  He purred.
	Andy sat up.  He looked into my eyes and asked,
	"Can I stay with you tonight?"  He looked so adorable, how could I
say no?

	"You have to ask your Mom and Dad."  I told him.

	He jumped up.  "I'll go ask right now."

	He left and I hit my pipe a couple more times and put it away.
Within a few minutes he was back.

	"I can stay over with you."  he said, full of enthusiasm.

	We resumed our position on the bench seat to watch more T. V.
Around 10:00, I was getting tired.  Andy had fell asleep in my arms.  I
gently woke him.
	"Come on Buddy.  Time to go to bed.  Get up.  I'll let the table
down and you can sleep here."
	He stood up, sleepy eyed.  I made the bunk for him.  He crawled
under the cover and I went up to the big, over head bunk.
	I had just fell asleep when the storm came crashing.  Lighting
flashed and thunder roared.  The next thing I knew, Andy was squirming to
get under my cover with me.

	"That was close."  he cried, as he laid over my chest and held me
tight.  I held him in return to comfort him.
	Soon he was laying completely on top of me.  The heat of his child
body melting into mine.  His breath warming my shoulder as he cuddled
tighter.  His groin touching mine.  He wiggled his boy cock against my soft
dick.

	Surprised by his actions, I asked him, "What are you doing?"

	"Me and my friend Jason do this when he sleeps over at my house.
It feels good."

	This boy didn't have to teach me anything.  I knew what he was
doing.  He was humping his preteen dick against my bigger teen dick.  Dry
humping me.  I started to get hard immediately.
	I was bi, but no one knew it.  I had learned about boy on boy sex
when I was his age.  I had played with a boy cousin and the boy that lived
next door.  Although, I had had a dry spell of a couple of years.  My
cousin had moved to another state and the neighbor boy turned straight.
	I enjoyed the softness of Andy's skin against mine.  He laid his
head on my chest, gripping my sides for better leverage.  I felt his little
penis grow into a boy boner.  I placed my hands on his smooth little
bottom, pulling him tighter against me.  He continued to hump his boy dick
against mine.  Going faster and faster.

	"Do you like it Steve?"  he grunted.

	"Yes...  Andy.  It feels good.  Can you cum yet?"  I asked.

	Andy stopped pumping.  He lifted his head from my chest.  "What's
that mean?"  he asked.  I knew if he didn't know what I meant, he hadn't
made sperm yet.

	"That's when you get a good feeling down there and sticky stuff
squirts out of your wiener.  It's called sperm.  That's what makes babies."

	"I don't think so.  Can you?"

	I told him, "Yep... it feels really good.  You'll make sperm soon
too."

	"I know when me and Jason do this, we both get a tingle in our
tummies and our wieners tickle."

	"That's called orgasm.  Boys can have an orgasm, even if they can't
cum yet.  It just means you're starting puberty.  You'll start to get hair
down there soon too."

	Andy continued to hump me.  I rose my hips up off of the bed to
meet his boyish thrusts.  He was a little animal.  I held him tight as I
started to cum.

	"Oh Andy...  that feels so good.  I'm going to shoot my sperm."  I
shot my load between our bodies.  Andy kept humping and soon started to
make little squeaking noises.  His breath became stronger and faster.  His
little body jerked and quaked.

	"Wow.  I think I just made sperm...  Steve.  It's all wet and
sticky down there."  I giggled, because I knew he hadn't, it was my cum he
felt.

	"That's my sperm down there silly."

	"Oh...  It feels warm and slippery."  Andy lifted up off of me and
rubbed his fingers through the spunk on his belly that I had deposited.  He
lifted his fingers to his nose and sniffed it.  "It smells kind of funny."

	"Taste it."  I told him.

	"No!  That's gross.  It feels like snot."

	"It's my love juice...  we just made love.  Look...  it tastes
good."  I rubbed my fingers across my belly and gathered some of my cum and
lifted it to my mouth.  I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue.  I
licked my sperm from my fingers.  "Ummm..."  I moaned.  Teasing the young
boy to taste what he had on his fingers.
	He slowly lifted his fingers to his mouth.  He looked at me and I
nodded with approval.  He stuck out his tongue and tasted my cum.

	"Ummm...  I like it."  he said.  He then licked his fingers clean.
He giggled and lowered his hand to his tummy for more.  I scooped up more
from my belly and licked it from my fingers.  I pulled him up close to me
and finished licking my cum off of his tummy.  He giggled as my tongue
touched his naked skin.
	Andy still had a little boy boner.  I pulled him up to straddle and
sit on my chest.  With his little prick just in front of my face.  I opened
my mouth, bent forwards and sucked his stiff boy meat in.  He gasped.

	"Oh Steve...  that feels good!"  I sucked his entire little prick
into my mouth.  I tasted my cum on his dick.  He fell forwards and held his
body up with his hands on the bed above my head.

	I reached behind him and played with his little boy nuts.  They
were tight to his groin.  Nature took over and he started to push and pull
his boner in and out of my mouth.  I swirled my tongue around the head of
his prick when he made his back stroke.  He started grunting, humping
harder and faster.

	"Oh...  Steve...  Stop...  I'm going to pee."  I let him pull his
dick from my mouth.  He sat back and rested on my chest again, panting.

	After a few moments I asked him, "Do you still have to pee?"

	He thought about it and said, "No, I guess I didn't have to pee
after all."  I knew he was about to shoot his first wet orgasm.  His prick
was still hard and twitching with the beat of his heart.
	I looked and saw a little drop of pre-cum at his pee hole.  I
touched it and it made a string when I pulled my finger away.  Andy rolled
off of me onto his back.
	"Andy...  you were going to shoot sperm."

	I leaned over and took his hard little boner between my thumb and
forefingers.  I started to work the skin up and down his short shaft.  He
started to hump his butt up off of the mattress.  He started to grunt and
groan, making those cute little squeaking noises again.  He begged me to
stop, but I just kept working his dick up and down.  His little boy body
stiffened and jerked.  His eyes were tightly closed.
	I said, "Look...  Andy!  Look at your dick."  He forced his eyes
open in time to watch his first cum squirt out of his wiener.

	He squealed, "Ah, Ah, Ah!"  Four tiny squirts of clear cum shot out
onto his tummy.  I giggled, watching him have his first wet orgasm.  He
pushed my hand from his very sensitive little prick.  He fully collapsed
back into the bed, panting and breathing hard.
	When he regained his breath he looked up and ran his fingers
through his sperm still on his belly, smearing it around.  Andy looked at
me and smiled.

	"Thatttt...  Wassss...  Aweeesomeeee!!!"  He started laughing.

	I leaned over and licked his boy seed up with my tongue.  It was
very tasty.  I leaned over and put my mouth over his.  I pushed my tongue
against his lips.  He opened his mouth and I pushed my tongue inside to
feel his.  I worked my tongue around in his mouth.  He closed his lips
around my tongue and sucked it.  I took hold of his tight firm sides,
rolled onto my back and pulled him to lay on top of me.  We kissed and
shared his first sperms.
	After a couple of minutes he pulled back.  He scooted down my body
until his face was holding over my hard, five inch cock.  He took my raging
meat into his hand, awkwardly working his little hand up and down my shaft.
"It's so hot and smooth."  he said.

	"Suck it...  like I did your's."  I told him.  He looked at me with
wide, bright eyes, then looked back down at my big boys dick.

	"I don't think I can get it in my mouth.  It's too big."

	"Just try."  I pleaded.  He opened his mouth wide and took in a
deep breath and held it, like he was going to dive under water.
	His soft, young lips slowly slipped over the crown of my dick.  I
thought I was going to faint.  He just held his lips over the head of my
dick for a minute.  I wasn't all that big.  I knew he could do it.  He
pulled off, exhaled and quickly pulled in another breath.  I told him he
wasn't going to drown.  I told him to breath through his noise.  He giggled
at how silly it was for him to hold his breath.
	He bent back down and took more of my dick into his mouth this
time.  I moaned.  I coached him to work his tongue around the head.  He was
a smart boy and caught on right away.  He moaned at the new taste and
sensations in his mouth.  I told him to try to suck up and down on as much
of it as he could.  He was a good boy and did as I directed.  Soon he was
bobbing his sucking mouth up and down about half of my teen meat.  I laid
my hands on top of his head and rubbed my fingers through his soft,
sun-bleached hair as he went up and down on my cock.
	It didn't take long and I felt my nuts draw up tight to my groin.
I didn't want to freak the little cocksucker out, so I pushed him off of my
dick.  He looked at me with big, sad puppy dog eyes as if he had done
something wrong.  I grunted and grabbed my cock and started to jack off.
About five strokes and I stared to blow my load up onto my chest.  I shot
six or seven times.  Andy watched in awe.
	When I was spent, I laid back to rest.  I felt Andy's fingers rub
through the wetness on my chest and belly.  He giggled.
	"That was cool...  Steve!"  He smeared my cum all over my chest and
belly, then crawled back on top of me sliding his firm chest and belly
against mine, through the slimy, gooey mess.  He put his hands under my
neck.  I cuddled him in my arms and we kissed again.  He rested against me
and we both fell asleep.  The storm had passed.