Date: Sun, 3 Oct 2010 19:08:12 -0400 From: Tom Johnson Subject: "In The Fall" Part 1 This is my first attempt at writing. I hope you enjoy. In The Fall Part 1 It was the first weekend in October and the weather was unseasonably warm for this time of the year in this part of the country. Then again if New England is known for anything, it is known for its unpredictable weather. With temperatures reaching into the mid eighties, I wasn't about to complain. I was, however, determined to make the most of my good fortune by getting in some end of the season camping. With the car loaded, I headed out on the hour and a half long drive to my favorite campground. I suppose I should mention that my destination was a nudist campground. I had always considered myself a nudist, or at least I always enjoyed being nude, even though while growing up it was frowned upon to go running around sans clothing. We were Catholic after all. I certainly have always enjoyed seeing other people nude. As an adult I became increasingly interested in the nudist lifestyle, and for the past several years I have been a member of this particular resort/campground west of my home in the Berkshire Mountains. My journey was made more enjoyable by the scenery which marked the coming of the season. All too soon the foliage would burst into a magnificent display of colors, clinging desperately to the last moments of its short existence. Finally, millions of leaves will give up and fall aimlessly to the ground to be covered over by the eventual coming of snow. The mere thought of it makes me shiver; cold, dark, lifeless winter. In my nearly 44 years of life on this rock, I have never grown accustomed to it. Before I knew it, I was turning down the long, windy, dirt road that leads to the gate at the entrance of the campground. After a wave of my security badge, the gate began to open, allowing me through, and then closing behind me. I checked in at the office before heading to my favorite spot just on top of the hill overlooking the grounds and not far from the bathroom/shower areas. I backed my vehicle into position and got out to survey the view. As to be expected it was quiet. With school in session and vacation time used, there were but a handful of campers. In another two weeks this area will be crawling with leaf-peeping tourists from everywhere, clogging up the roads with their SUV's full of maple syrup and apple cider. I was grateful for the solitude. I was bent over with my head in the trunk of my car, fishing out my gear when I heard the faint but familiar sound of children's voices in the distance. Dropping my tent on the ground I turned around to see two small figures riding their bicycles and heading in my general direction. I continued unpacking but kept an eye on them as they approached. The closer they got, it became obvious they were both boys, about eleven, maybe twelve years old and appearing for the entire world to be twins. Now, if you're reading this you have most likely come to the conclusion that I am a Boylover. Why else would this story be listed where it is? I don't remember how or why or when it happed, but I have been attracted to young boys ever since I was one. As this is a story, however, and not a novel, I'll spare you the gruesome details of my past struggles with coming to terms with this fact but I am who I am and I can't change that even if I wanted to. What I do know is that these boys were absolutely beautiful young creatures and they were now just yards away, carelessly riding along calling out to one another. My initial assumption was correct, they were indeed twins, dressed in what looked to be just their swimsuits and flip flops with a towel draped around each neck. Another reason I liked this spot so much was the fact that you had to pass by here to get to the lake a few hundred yards down the path. I guessed that to be where the boys were headed. When they reached the bathrooms, they both hopped off their bikes, letting then fall to the ground just in front of the door to the men's toilet and went inside. "Perhaps they were taking a shower" I thought to myself. Did I mention that I have a thing for twins and a campground shower? A few sends later they re-emerged and appeared ready to resume their journey when they looked up and saw me watching them. They waived and said hello. I returned their greeting and asked where they were heading. "We're going swimming!" one boy responded. "You want to come along?" the other boy asked. I know what you're thinking, it can't be that easy. "Cant just yet." I said, "I have to get my tent set up. You want to help?" I asked jokingly, expecting them to laugh and continue on their way but they surprised by saying yes and without hesitation made their way up the hill to my site. "What can we do to help?" they asked politely. "Well, you can start by holding this end of the tent while I unfold it." They quickly moved into place and we went to work. They introduced themselves as James and John, the just-turned-12- year-old twin sons of the new manager and they were here for the whole weekend. Although it was a nudist campground, I wasn't quite sure how they would respond, so I kept my shorts on as did they. In no time the tent was secured, the air mattress blown up and everything in its place. We had all worked up a bit of a sweat so I offered the boys a cold soda. They accepted and gulped them down quickly, as only boys can do, resulting in a chorus of burps and giggles. "I guess we can go for that swim now." I said. They enthusiastically agreed and soon we were at the lake. I watched hesitantly, half expecting that the boys would jump in the water with their trunks on but to my delight they both in unison stripped off and waited for me to do the same. I obliged whole heartedly and the horseplay had begun almost immediately. John splashed James. Or was that James who splashed John. I couldn't tell, and it made no difference because they both turned and splashed me. If I should live to be a hundred years old I doubt that I shall ever see a more beautiful sight than the toned, soaking wet skin of a boy glistening in the sun. James and John were well tanned from obvious weeks of outdoor nude activities. There wasn't a tan line between them. I was in awe of the smooth, firm young forms standing before me. As they quickly looked me over, I felt that familiar twitch in my groin and in an effort to avoid embarrassment, I shoved them both forward into the water. I dove in and under, coming up a few feet away from them but far enough that I was covered from the waist down. The lake was clean but the water was dark enough to not be seen clearly. The boys were obviously not about to let me shove them and get away with it. Simultaneously they swam after me, caught me and proceeded to attack by climbing on me. I playfully threw them aside but their touch was electric and was all it took for me to stiffen up. Soon they were on me again, begging to be thrown, or flipped or otherwise wrestled. We continued like that for twenty minutes or so. With all the touching, rubbing and grabbing of one another, it was obvious I wasn't the only one who appeared to be aroused. More than once I felt a familiar hardness pressed against my thigh or back. And it was obvious to the boys as well as my stiffness pressed into them now and again. Slightly cold and out of breath, I called it quits and headed for the shore line. The boys followed close behind. We reached our pile of towels and clothes and began to dry off. The coldness of the water had temporarily cured us of our "condition" so I wasn't at all apprehensive about them seeing me. James asked John to dry his back and he obliged. Seizing the moment I quickly offered to dry James' back. He readily agreed and turned his back to me. I could tell the difference between them now because James had the cutest little mole just above his right ass cheek. Now, if they would just stay this way, I wouldn't have a problem remembering who was who. My brain was going about a hundred miles an hour. To simply be in the presence of two young naked identical boy gods was more than I could have ever thought possible, but there I was. I tried to think of everything imaginable except for the perfect just-turned-12-year-old boy bottoms directly in front of me. I dried James' back and shoulders as he did for his brother. James' towel clad hand moved down his brothers back, wiping the water from his twins bronzed skin I watched in anticipation as James reached his brothers bottom. John leaned forward slightly, lifting his bum and pushing back against James touch. My own hands slowly slid down James' back till I reached his firm globes. Mimicking his brother, James leaned forward, pushing his bottom out to greet my hands. Parting his cheeks with one hand, my finger brushed along his tight boy hole. Instinctively James clenched his cheeks together, holding my fingers tightly between them. The stiffness that left me had returned with a vengeance. I was harder than I could remember being in a long time. James relaxed a bit and I slid my hand down further between his legs, reaching the back of his scrotum. I heard him gasp as he straightened up. This caught John's attention so he turned to see what his brother had gotten excite about. James had my hand clenched between his thighs with his ball sac resting against my fingertips. John stared at his brother's groin, his mouth open slightly, admiring James' obviously hard penis. "Whoa, James" John said, "I never seen it that hard before." John's hand moved to his own hardening little cocklet. I wiggled my fingertips brushing them against James' balls. He shrieked and giggled and pushed his hips forward, releasing my hand. Covering his crotch with his towel, James turned around and immediately caught sight of my hard on. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as he stared in amazement. I'm not huge by ant means but I'm sure seven inches of rock hard man cock looks pretty impressive to a twelve year old. His staring caught John's attention and he too gazed in wide wonder. I attempted to cover myself with my towel but the boys insisted it was my turn to be dried off. I needed to be dried off to. I was sweating like mad as their four hands moved about my body. John took the back while James began with my chest. He was so close that the head of my cock had slightly brushed against him, driving me wild. John had quickly made his way down my back. As he reached my butt, I did as they had done just minutes before by leaning forward. Johns hand slipped between my cheeks, rubbing across my hole, causing my cock to quiver at his touch. James had worked his way down my chest and just about to wrap his hands around my manhood when we heard a faint voice calling the boys names from beyond the trees. I hadn't noticed but it was getting on in the afternoon. James and John both jumped up, threw on their shorts, grabbed their towels, jumped on their bikes and started off shouting something about getting back for supper. I watched as they literally rode off into the sunset. Alone, I reached down, grabbed hold of my cock and within two or three strokes, came like I have never done before or since.