Date: Sun, 14 Jul 2019 14:01:51 +0000
From: roron1@protonmail.com
Subject: Naturist Campsite

(Gay; Adult Youth)
Please note - the following did not happen!

I've been spending a few days at a naturist campsite in France in my
campervan. It's a lovely day and all the normal clientele, retired couples,
are in abundance. One family has arrived and set up and they have three
children. They are boys somewhere between the ages of ten and twelve, I'd
guess.  They got their bikes out and rode around the site, but was
disappointed that they were all wearing shorts. The oldest of them has
quite a butt on him and I suspect he might be hitting puberty.  I went down
to the pool after lunch and during the afternoon the family came down for a
swim. The three boys took off their shorts and played in the pool. They
didn't seem to think anything of their nakedness. All three boys had
similar-looking dicks. They seemed like rubber as they jumped around when
they ran around the poolside. Each one was the same colour as the rest of
their bodies; not very tanned and not as tanned as their parents.

The smallest one, who was a little chubby, almost has a crease above his
dick and they all demonstrated what typical pre-pubertal equipment should
be like. The uncircumcised penis was small, with no indication of the
bell-end and there was a round blob of flesh underneath that would
eventually descend into balls.

I was surprised that the eldest has no sign of development. He is taller
than the others and looks as though he is in year 7 or possibly 8 at
school. Maybe his body is growing but other aspects of puberty haven't
started yet. When they got out of the pool Mum put another layer of
sunscreen on them, including giving each of them a good coating on their
dicks and rubbing it in; even the oldest let this happen and none of them
started getting hard.

It was funny seeing them go out of the pool to play on the trampoline. The
youngest stayed naked, the middle one put on his underpants and the oldest
donned his pants and cut-off jeans. There was a hierarchy here!

A little later, the father came over to me and asked if I was camping on my
own. I said I was. He asked me if I could help him with a problem; there
were five in his family but only four beds in their campervan. Could I
possibly have one of his kids sleep in my vehicle this evening? I said OK,
provided the boy was comfortable with the arrangement. The father said it
would be best if I had the oldest of the boys as his English was quite
good.

When his Dad came over with Jean I had already closed the curtains and
blown up the airbed in the roof, where he would be sleeping. I sleep
downstairs. Dad gave me a bottle of wine for looking after Jean, and said
he didn't mind his son having a glass. I thanked him and he said goodnight
to us both.  It was still warm, and Jean was bare-chested and wearing
shorts. His blonde hair was quite long and he was quite thin.

It was a little early to turn in, so I poured a glass of wine for each of
us and started conversing; I was impressed with Jean's knowledge of
English. He was 12 and his brothers were 11 and 9. They came to this and
other naturist campsites most weekends when the weather was good. I asked
him whether he enjoyed it and he said yes.

"But you don't go around the campsite naked, although you seemed very happy
to play nude in the swimming pool".

"OK, sometimes I have an awkward situation that I don't want others to see"

"I bet you're like most 12 year olds and often you get a boner"

"Yes, the last time I came here I was playing with my brothers naked and
Francois, the middle one, and I had a wrestling match. We were all over
each other, grabbing everything. My dick got hard as he pulled it lot and
when we'd finished it was difficult getting it small again. His boner
shrivelled up quickly. I thought I'd play safe this weekend and keep my
shorts on.

"I saw you naked at the swimming pool today, though. I suppose if you got
hard there you could go into the water to help it go down.

"Exactly, but once I go away from the pool I change, for safety".

I was quite surprised that he was having this problem as there was no sign
of the start of puberty with his equipment.

"Have your parents seen you with a boner?"

"No, and I don't want them to"

"OK, it'll soon be time for you to go to bed. What do you normally sleep
in?"

"Nothing"

"Why don't you get stripped off for bed now? You can have another glass of
wine before you go. If for some reason you bone up it won't matter because
you'll never see me again after this weekend.  It might help you to cope
with being naked outside. I'll do the same."

"OK, I'll do that, but only if I can have that other glass of wine". He
stood up, smiling naughtily, undid the button on his cut-offs, pulling them
down his legs slowly. He gave his package a good squeeze, smiled at me,
took off his boxer briefs and sat down beside me. I removed my clothes too
and poured more wine.

We talked a little more about school and things he was interested in. At
one point he mentioned that earlier this year in the school showers they
all checked each other out with what they looked like. He, with three or
four others, did not have a tan line, and there were a couple of others who
had much bigger balls than the rest. One boy there had hairs above his
dick. He asked me what that was all about.

"Well, look at yourself." I responded. "You've obviously not got a tan line
because you go around naked for some of the time. That will be the same for
other boys who spend time naked. You should talk to them about how they get
on naked. You haven't got any hair yet, but all boys your age will start
growing some soon. Your dick looks great resting on your ball sack. I bet
it's longer now than it was a few months ago."

"That's true, and there seems to be more to my balls than a few months
ago."

"Yes, your equipment looks pretty impressive to me."

"But it's completely different to yours."

"Right. Let's concentrate on yours for the moment. What do you notice when
you feel your balls?"  He put his hands down there. "OK, there are two
lumps inside."

"When you reach puberty those lumps will get bigger, like those boys you
saw in the showers. Let's carry on with the investigation. Can you pull
your skin back?"

"I played with it once, but it hurt a bit."

"Why don't you try again now?". His hands went down to his penis and he was
able to push his skin back easily, showing a beautiful pink knob.

"Oh, wow!" he responded. I noticed that his dick was beginning to swell as
well. "That was easier than last time."

"Pull the skin back over the end and then do it again."

"That feels nice." He moves the foreskin up and down several times. His
dick was now about four inches long, hard, and he doesn't seem to have
noticed.

"Do you wank yourself?"

"I've heard boys speaking about doing it and how much they enjoy it, but
I'm not sure what they are talking about."

"OK, I'll show you." (I'm hard now as well). I put two fingers and my thumb
on my dick and slowly rubbed up and down. He watched and did the same. I
stopped him and got him to push his foreskin down on the downward rubs and
return it on the upwards motion.

"Ooh, that feels awesome" he whispered enthusiastically. Can I keep on
doing this? I love the feeling."

"Keep on, my friend, for as long as you want." I really enjoyed watching
him wank and watching the pleasure on his face. He got the idea of varying
things by speeding up and slowing down, and by how much his foreskin was in
use.

"Ooh, it's feeling really tingly down there. It's brilliant! Why didn't I
know about this before? I want to do this for ever. Ooh... Ooh..."

He suddenly stopped pulling on himself and moved his hands away. His very
hard dick was bouncing up and down of its own accord, first very strongly
and then gradually slowing down. I could see a little drop of liquid at the
end of his dick, but he hadn't noticed it.

"Wow, that was amazing! Was that a wank? Did I do it OK? I must have done,
because it was awesome." I assured him that that was wanking and that he
had done it well. I told him to look at the end of his dick. "Hey, have I
done that?" I told him that it was called cum and it came out of the end of
his penis. It would come out when he wanked himself and as he got older
more would come out and it would get thicker. He was also impressed when I
said that I bet a lot of his friends didn't yet produce cum when they
wanked – it might be something to ask when the conversation next got in
that direction with them.

"Now, I see your boner's going down – you've just found a good way to
get it soft, but I wouldn't wank in public if I were you. OK now, it's time
for bed." He tried to continue the conversation by asking about the boy who
had got hairs around his dick, but I said that should be for another time
and he needed to get some sleep.

Jean and I went for a pee and then he climbed into the roof space and as
far as I could tell immediately fell asleep. I sorted out downstairs,
setting up my bed and was as very quickly asleep as well.

I was awoken by Jean complaining that he was cold. I opened my eyes to find
that he was standing right by my bed – his dick was about a foot from my
face and it was beautifully hard. His pink bell end was just showing out
from his foreskin. It must have been around dawn as I could see pretty
clearly.

"Do you want to come in with me?" I asked.

"Yes please" he replied and I opened the covers so that he could climb
in. He cuddled up to me and I put my arms around him, his boner prodding my
thigh.

"I saw you are hard again. Do you want to wank it again?"

"I've done it twice more since you showed me. Ooh, that's nice" I had
started lightly stroking his back, from his shoulder blades to his arse. He
started slowly grinding himself against my body. "Can we do some more sex
stuff?"

"Shall I try to make your dick feel even sexier? We need to keep the covers
on to keep warm, though." He grinned assent, so we both put our heads under
the duvet. I found his penis with my hand (the first time I had touched it)
and gently felt all over his dick and balls. Yes, he certainly was hard. I
slid down so that my face was by them. I pulled back the skin and could
immediately smell his cum. My mouth went over him and I heard a gentle
sigh. He was about to get his first blow job, which was interesting as I
had never given one before.

My tongue slide inside his foreskin. I could taste the cum he's produced
earlier in his bed and it made me really excited. I licked round and round
his bell end and I could hear him moaning in response. He was very hard and
the skin on his dick was warm. I felt his hairless pubic area and this
turned me on as I knew this "innocent looking" boy could cum. I just gently
licked his dick and moved it around in my mouth. It didn't take much for
him to have his orgasm; I was rewarded with some salty-tasting liquid in my
mouth. There wasn't very much but it was lovely.

We snuggled together and fell asleep for the next few hours. I woke up
realising that a hand was involved with my dick. I looked at Jean's wicked,
smiling face. We both wanted to do things, but he needed to get back to his
parents' campervan so we got out from the duvet ready for the new day.
Maybe there would be more another time.

Let me know what you think about this story. It's my first one.
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