Date: Thu, 12 May 2016 03:19:25 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: First Taste of Cum Part 28

First Taste of Cum (part 28)

This series presents a number of independent stories of about youthful
first blowjobs.  Some of these are inspired by my readers.  I hope you
enjoy this series.

–––––––––– Nudist Camp ––––––––––

I'm Jason, a 16 year old nudist.  Actually I live in a nudist family,
consisting of my parents and a sister who is 15.  In our house we are
encouraged to be naked, but to stay away from the windows, but we wear
clothing when we leave the house.

That is, except when we go to the nudist camp.  There are about 60 families
who are members there and at any time you can count on several dozen people
being there.

Now you might think that at a nudist camp there would be a lot of sex.  The
opposite is true – in fact sexual activity is strictly forbidden.  Most
members had been nudist since youth, and the sight of other nude people was
not arousing, or if it was they didn't show it.

That was easy for the women, whose only outward signs were perhaps erect
nipples which they could blame on a cool breeze.

It wasn't so easy for men, who would often cover up with their hats.  I had
it under control until I hit puberty, when my raging hormones left me with
a continuing erection.  My mother would tell me to go into the bathroom and
"take care of it."  It really seemed strange that my mother was telling me
to go jack off, but for her the embarrassment of my erection was far worse.

We live in an area with fair weather year round, so every weekend our
family would spend at the nudist camp.  We also spent the entire month of
August there, as did many others.

There were many shared picnic and recreational areas that the members used,
but there were also hiking trails that I enjoyed.  Something about walking
naked in the woods was really great!

The Mitchell's were long time friends of my family and we camped near each
other.  We did nearly everything together and were almost like one family.
One day Mr. Mitchell said he was going for a walk and I asked if I could
join him, to which he agreed.

I had enjoyed looking at the naked girls and women at the camp, but my
greatest interest was in the cocks.  I was fascinated by how easily they
were aroused and the wide variety of shapes and sizes.

While I had kept to myself, I really longed to touch them and suck them.  I
knew that was a really gay thing to do, so maybe I am gay, but I've cum
many times just thinking about a cock in my mouth.

I thought about blowing Mr. Mitchell often.  He had a nice large cock and
huge sagging hairy balls. I imagined his cock deep in my mouth with my face
pressed to his pubic hair, sniffing his manliness.

All this had been fantasy, but today I resolved to see if I could get a
little closer to reality.

"Mr. Mitchell?" I asked, "I have something I want to say, but don't want it
to be taken wrong."

"Just say it Jason," Mr. Mitchell responded, "I'll try to take it the right
way."

"I was admiring your penis," I said, "It's very impressive."

"Why thank you, Jason," he replied, "but yours is pretty impressive for
your age, and will certainly get much larger as you grow."

"But just between us, Jason," he continued, "we can use words like cock,
and save penis for when we are around the family."

"Ok," I said, "I really like your cock!"

"Go ahead and take a closer look if you want," he invited.

I approached closer and dropped to my knees so I could see his cock
closely.  I felt so drawn to it that soon I found myself reaching for it.
As soon as I touched it I pulled back and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry, I don't
know what got into me."

"It's okay," Mr. Mitchell said, "some people really like doing it, and I
don't mind at all – in fact I really like it, so please continue."

I reached to his cock once more and ran my fingers along it and then took
it in my hand.  It responded immediately, enlarging as I handled it.  We
both knew I was giving him an erection, but here in this secluded path
there was nothing to interrupt nature taking its course.

Soon his cock was fully erect and enormous!  I saw a droplet of pre-cum
forming on the tip and I licked it off.  Mr. Mitchell sighed with pleasure
and told me I could kiss it all I wanted.  I knew what he was driving at
and was more than eager, so I parted my lips and took him into my mouth.  I
had never sucked a cock before but I remembered from stories I had read
that I should move my tongue around a lot, which Mr. MItchell responded to
nicely.

Soon his cock enlarged slightly and began to pump his hot seed into my
mouth.  It had a strange taste, but I liked it.  I swallowed eagerly and
then stood up.

"Better brush your knees off," said Mr. Mitchell.

I brushed off my knees, not wanting others to suspect.  "I really liked
that," I said.

"I did too," he replied, "but let's keep it between us."

"Of course," I agreed, "its not something I want others to know about, but
I'm glad I could do it with you."

"We can do it a lot more," he offered, "but just need to keep it private."

"I'd like that very much," I said.

"Would you like to do that with other men?" he asked.

"What do you mean?" I countered.

"There are many men who would really appreciate what you do," he said, "so
if you would like to do more, I may be able to arrange it."

"I'd like that," I said, "but don't think my Dad should know."

"I'll make sure they all know to keep your secret," he assured me.

From that point on, Mr. Mitchell would invite other men to join us on our
walks and I would blow them as well.  For a place where sex was forbidden
there sure was a lot going on!

I really enjoyed blowing all those men, but worried about my Dad finding
out.  It seemed like he was the only man in camp who didn't know!

Once when I was alone with my father he said, "Jason, there's something we
need to discuss."

That didn't sound very good, but I waited for what he had to say.

"I know what you've been doing with the other men," he began.

Shit!  I had no idea what he would do to me now.  I just remained silent.

"You don't have to admit anything, because I already know," he continued,
"What I want to know is whether you are doing it voluntarily or if you are
being forced to do it."

I had no idea how to respond – there seemed to be no doubt, but what was
I to say?

"Look Jason," my Dad continued, "I know some guys really like sucking and
if you do, I won't fault you for it – I just want to make sure you
aren't being forced into it."

Finally I found the courage to answer, "No Dad, I'm not being forced –
and I do like doing it.  I was afraid you would be mad if you found out."

"Jason," said Dad, "You are my son and I love you no matter what – I
just want you to make your own choices in these matters."

"I am," I replied, "and now that you know I would do the same for you."

"You are my son," he said, "and it just wouldn't be right."

"Just the same," I replied, "I would like to any time you feel like it."

That was all for now, but later I did ask him if I could take a closer look
at his cock, so I could know how I could expect to develop.  Once I had his
cock in my hand I brought him to full erection and then sucked him off.

He seemed embarrassed at this and I told him that whenever he needed it, I
would be there for him.

For about a day his eyes didn't even meet mine – I think he might have
been ashamed, but then he began to ask for my help, and I've been blowing
him ever since.

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Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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