Camp Naturiste

By Pink Panther

Chapter Two

Marcel

A few days later, when I met up with Noah, instead of heading towards the gate to the woods, he took us towards the dilapidated old building that stands close to one corner of the campground.

"We can't go in there," I told him. "It's all locked up. Dad says it's not safe."

"Oh, I know we can't get in," Noah responded. "What was it, anyway?"

"Before we lived here, it was the milking shed. We don't keep cows, so we've never used it."

"Oh, right!" he said, giving me a knowing grin. "Well, there's something I want to show you."

He led the way to the right-hand side of the building, well away from all the camping pitches. Between the side wall and the adjacent bushes was a narrow gap.

"Have you ever been through there?" he asked.

I shook my head. I'd never even been here before; I'd had no reason to.

"Then follow me!" Noah instructed.

We had to walk in single file, stay tight against the building, and push past a number of side-shoots, but barely a minute later we emerged at the far end onto a small grassy area, less than two metres wide, that occupied the space between the back of the milking shed and the wire fence that separated the farm from the woods.

"Wow!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening. "I had no idea that this was even here!"

"That's what I thought," he said. "Sometimes, you just have to try things!" He paused for a moment. "And look at that!" he added gesturing towards the milking shed.

Next to the back wall, a large log, part of a fairly substantial tree-trunk, was lying on the ground.

"Someone must have left that there specially for us!" he suggested, grinning provocatively.

I could see what he meant. It was the ideal height for us to sit on. We strolled over to it.

"Okay?" he whispered, reaching down to fondle my dick.

"Sure!"

Sitting on the log, Noah took my prick into his mouth, and began sucking it steadily. At the same time, he lubed up his index finger, gently working it into my bum. After around a minute, he carefully removed his finger, released my cock, and stood up.

"Bend over there," he whispered pointing towards the log. "I want to put a second finger in. You'll find it much easier in that position."

I'd been taking two of Noah's fingers for the previous couple of days. Although it hadn't actually hurt, it definitely wasn't comfortable. If doing it like this would make it easier, well, why not? After all, Noah had been right about everything else he'd asked me to do.

I quickly got into position, bending over and resting my hands on the log. Standing behind, Noah re-inserted his index finger. His middle finger soon joined it. He was right! It really was easier this way!

Pushing in a little deeper, Noah located my sex-gland. I gasped uncontrollably, my prick jumping around with a life of its own. Just two weeks earlier, I would not have believed that anything could feel as exciting as this!

A few seconds later, the fingers slowly slid out. Having just got used to having them inside me, for a moment, I was disappointed. But almost immediately, they returned, or at least, that's what I thought had happened.

As `they' steadily advanced back into me, I realised that they felt different; smoother and nicer, somehow. That's when I realised. Noah's hands were around the tops of my legs, one on either side. It wasn't his fingers that were up my bum, it was his dick!

"Just relax," Noah urged quietly. "This will feel really good soon!"

Still gripping my thighs, Noah steadily pushed forwards, 12cm of hard teen cock reaming my virgin tunnel. He thrust over my sex-button, making my cock twitch even more powerfully than it had before.

A few seconds later, he bottomed out, his firm, flat stomach pressed tight against my bum. After a brief pause, he began to fuck, thrusting repeatedly over my prostate. I scarcely knew where I was. Noah was stretching me further than I was used to, and that hurt, but the pain was totally masked by the sensations of intense sexual pleasure that his dick was giving me, my boy-cock tingling like crazy.

After a couple of minutes, Noah wrapped his fingers wrapped around my throbbing dick.

"I knew you'd love having my cock up your bum!" he growled.

Almost immediately, my dick swelled and pulsed in Noah's hand, my anal ring clamping tight around his invading cock.

"Oh fuck!" Noah swore. "I'm going to fill your boy-hole!"

Over the next few seconds, I could feel his warm, sticky fluid spurting deep inside me.

Quite suddenly, it was all over, and after another short pause, Noah slowly pulled out. For a few moments, I stayed where I was, the teenager's spunk seeping from my bum-hole and trickling down my legs.

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Still standing under the shower, I can remember it like it had only just happened. My encounter with Noah was a game-changer. By the time he left, my attraction to other boys had become inescapable.

Unfortunately, I can't hook up with another boy very often. Living on an isolated farm more than ten kilometres from the town where I go to school makes it impossible. As an added complication, nobody at school knows that our family are naturists, which means I can never invite anyone over. So, although I do well at school, and seem to be well-liked by most of the other kids, I don't have any close friends.

My only opportunities have occurred during the summer holidays. I'm pleased to say that I've always managed to find someone! In the summer after Noah's visit, it was thirteen-year old Holger, from Denmark, who was fair-haired, athletic and clearly interested. He added to my repertoire by teaching me to kiss, something Noah had never done. He also liked to lick me out, which was another first.

The real change came two years ago. I'd prepared really well. In the two years since Noah's visit, I'd found a much better hiding place, where the evergreen oaks are surrounded by thick shrubs, like broom and wild lavender. Lying under one of the trees, you can be completely hidden by all the other stuff.

As well as that, during the week before the camp opened, I borrowed Dad's secateurs to cut back any side-shoots that were growing across the little path alongside the old milking shed. I'd also acquired a tube of K-Y, which I hid in the shoulder bag that I'd bought for carrying my swimming towel. At that point, all I needed was to meet a boy!

After waiting out the first two weeks, I was starting to despair of finding anybody. Then eleven-year old Jonas arrived. He was from Sweden, blond, very cute and a total sweetie! As soon as I met him, I knew that he was the one.

Although not a complete novice, Jonas's experience had been confined to `messing around'. That meant that if I wanted things to go further, I'd have to take the lead, and as I'd been able to cum for months, if there was going to be a `top', it would have to be me. It was an opportunity I was determined to take advantage of.

Remembering how carefully Noah had played things, I took my time, keen not to scare Jonas away. For his part, Jonas was every bit as suggestible as I'd been. Over our first eight days together, I taught him how to kiss, which he did beautifully, and how to suck, and I got him used to having his bum-hole fingered. He was ready.

The following day, I took him around behind the milking shed. After a few minutes, he was standing, bent at the waist, his hands resting on the log while I fingered his bum. Finally, I allowed my fingers to slide out. It was only at this point that I deviated from what Noah had done.

"Can I fuck you?" I asked.

He turned his head towards me.

"I thought you were never going to ask!" he said, giving me his most beautiful smile. "Of course you can!"

It was one of the defining moments of my life. Thrusting my cock into another boy for the first time, especially one as cute as Jonas, was a magical experience! Within seconds, I was fucking him remorselessly.

For his part, Jonas took to it just like I had. As I felt my orgasm start to build, I reached down and took hold of his stiff little prick. Within seconds, I brought him to a dry-cum, his bum-hole going into spasm around my cock.

That was all it took. Resuming my grip on the tops of his thighs, I thrust it right in. It jerked wildly, rope after rope of creamy teen spunk spurting into his cute little bum.

Wow! I can't even tell you how good that was! The whole experience was indescribable! I will never, ever forget it!

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Last year, on the day the campground opened, three branches of the same family arrived. They were from north-eastern Germany, a total of six adults and seven children, ranging in age from nine to sixteen.

I and twelve-year old Andreas clocked each other as soon as they checked in. As well as blue eyes and slightly wavy collar-length hair, he had an amazing body. Although he didn't have a gram of fat on him, he was strongly built, with muscular thighs and a well-rounded bum; what the Americans call a bubble-butt.

Later that day, I took him behind the old milking shed. He told me quite openly that he'd been taking it up his bum since he was nine. Within five minutes, he was bent over the log while I fucked his arse.

After that, I fucked him every day for the three weeks that the family stayed. It did bother me a little that he spent his nights with one of his uncles, who'd fuck him before they went to sleep, then do it again when they woke up the following morning. But he didn't seem to care, so I tried not to think about it.

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This year, Dad's put me in charge, so that he can get on with working the farm. I won't have to do that much work, and if there are any emergencies, I can always phone him. To be honest, I think it's good that he trusts me.

Of course, I can't say how things will work out, but we've got plenty of visitors booked in, so I'm definitely hoping that I'll meet someone interesting! I'll be very disappointed if I don't!