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When I Was A Kid
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Bi-Sexual Male / 43
When I was eleven my parents got divorced. My Dad moved to Chicago and I never saw him again though he sent me Christmas and birthday cards until I turned 18 and we exchanged phone calls for a couple of years after that. My mom got a pretty good divorce settlement, she got the house, car and a nice alimony check along with child support and her pay as a paralegal altogether meant we did pretty well all in all.
A year after her divorce she announced that we were going to spend three weeks in the summer at the beach. I was excited since the beach was my favorite place to be and we hardly every got to go since it was over 100 miles to the closest beach. I didn't count a so-called beach at the lake as an actual beach.
So I packed my bags and she packed hers and we took an airport limo to the airport and the trip was most of the day but after yet another airport limo ride we finally arrived at our hotel which was across the street from an amazing subtropical beach. It was evening and we were both tired so we skipped a quick dip and just got a snack before turning in for the night.
The next morning the morning sun woke me up. I was excited. I had not been to the beach in a year and I was eager for a dip in salt water and this was the first time I had ever been to a subtropical beach. Of course being only 12 I had to wait for my mom who was a little less energetic and a little more sluggish. I was in my suit, slathered with sun block holding me towel ready to go and she was still rolling over in bed moaning about how early 9am was. We hit the beach around 10am and marched right up to the surf and I dove in without giving my mom a chance to set up "camp." Mom called me back out and said we were going to be setting up a ways down the beach. I was blissfully oblivious to what was up beach. I just went along happy to be at the beach regardless of where exactly we were going to be. There were miles of sand and surf so it mattered not to me. We were making three weeks of it so what was a few minutes more to me. We strolled about half a mile or so and I suppose I just wasn't paying to much attention to things like signs and just strolled along carrying my share of the beach paraphernalia.
So enthralled was I with the surf and so engaged was I with the heavy load I didn't notice the first few that I passed. Then we got to a spot Mom thought was appropriate and said "here." and I put down the cooler and blanket, stretched my arms and legs that were beginning to cramp, took a cursory look around and damned near soiled my bathing suit. Most of the people were naked. Most of those not naked were nearly so including many topless women including many topless teenaged girls not much older than me and nearly all of them were beautiful.
I stood transfixed gazing at the crowd of exposed flesh then turned to my mother for an explanation just in time to catch her stripping out of her bikini. I had seen my mother in underwear and bikinis plenty of times but never naked. "Well????????" she asked me. "Well what????????" I replied trying to figure out what on earth was going on in this crazy universe I just woke up in. Then my mom explained that this is a nude beach and that she wanted to introduce me to "naturism" but my dad was opposed to the idea but now that they were divorced she was free to raise me the way she wanted to.
I had a hard-on and very aware of it. I was, pardon the expression, between a rock and a hard place. If I left on my bathing suit I would be the only boy on the beach not naked. I was not totally opposed to the idea of running around naked in front of a thousand naked people, many of whom were naked young girls. I was opposed to exposing my hard-on to them and having them laugh at me or worse, run away telling everyone about the naked boy running around with a hard-on. Mom noticed my hard-on and said "the fastest way to get rid of that hard on is to take off your bathing suit and strut right down the middle of the beach and show it off to all those pretty girls. Believe you me it will disappear really fast." I didn't believe her but I followed her suggestion. She also reassured me that I was not the first naked boy to get a hard-on in front of a beach of naked people and I certainly won't be the last and probably will encounter many other young boys with hard-ons and I should stop being silly and just do it.
So off came the suit. I kicked it into the pile of clothes on the blanked and mom sent me off to embarrassment land. About as quickly as I was naked I fell in love with being naked. It was an amazing sensation of exhilaration walking through a crowd of people naked with no fear of getting into trouble. My mom was wrong about one thing though. My dick stayed hard for more than an hour. I just strutted up one way and down the other strolling along the surf between naked bathers and strollers and joggers with their bouncing boobies going one way and their bouncing asses and pony tails going the other and after encountering half a dozen boys roughly my age sporting their own hard-ons I stopped worrying about people seeing mine. In fact I got so horny showing off my hard-on to the whole world that I could easily have been talked into jerking off in front of a cheering crowd. I went from extremely shy to being a devout exhibitionist in less than an hour.
On my way back to camp, still sporting a hard-on I encountered a pair of girls my age who stopped and giggled and informed me that I had an erection. I said sorry and one said I was cute and it was normal for guys their first time. I asked "how do you know it's my first time????????" and she said "because you have a hard-on. All guys get a hard on their first time at a nude beach. My little brother had a hard-on his first three times here but then after that he couldn't get it up unless somebody was touching it. She told me that people get desensitized to being naked in front of other people after a while and that wearing clothes begins to feel awkward.
We walked for a while, the three of us and reached "camp" where I introduced them to Mom and the one I liked most, Jan, started to giggle again and pointed to my groin and said, "see, I told you, your hard-on is gone." "I told him that too" mom added and all three giggled again.
My experience after that was that sometimes I got hard and sometimes not but mostly if I wasn't looking at a really beautiful girl or thinking about sex I didn't get a hard-on, pretty much the same as when I wore clothes.
The next day Jan and I found a somewhat secluded spot and sat down in the shade and talked for a while. I was staring at her between her legs and she must have been doing the same because she said "you have a hard-on again." I looked down and realized she was right. She offered to do something about it and I asked what and she looked around and reached down and grabbed my cock and jerked me off. That was the very first time anyone had touched me there (not counting Mom washing me when I was a baby) and it was the best thing ever. I had started to jerk off when I was eleven and had my first cum a couple of weeks after I turned 12 and shot my first real load only a couple of months earlier. It usually took me about 5-15 minutes to cum depending on how much stimulation I had and how much effort I put into it. It took Jan all of about 2 minutes to jerk me off. Of course I had reached over and started to play with her tits with one hand and put my other hand between her legs for a feel. She just let me and leaned in and kissed me which was what put me over the edge.
For the next three weeks Jan was my girl friend, my first. We did everything but fuck. She was with her family for the summer and I only had three weeks but it was three weeks of heaven. She and Mom were right about one thing. I got to where it was awkward putting on clothes even though the beach was the only place where nudity was permitted. I practically lived on the beach for those three weeks only sneaking off to my room or Jan's room for some play time.
I wrote Jan after my vacation and she wrote back and we talked on the phone periodically but we figured out after a while that long distance romances were incredibly difficult and rarely worked. We exchanged Christmas and birthday cards for a few years then just drifted apart.
Ten years ago my Mom died of cancer. That left me alone. She didn't have any brothers or sisters and my grandparents died before I was born. I never met any of my father's family so I was all alone.
My Mom and I had returned to that beach a few more times over the years but we joined a more local clothing optional club and so we spent most vacations there. I often thought of Jan and wondered what had happened to her and if she was happy and married and if she had kids or even if she was still alive.
So I took some of the money Mom left me and I took a long vacation the next summer at that old nude beach I had not been to in years. I checked in and true to form sacked out till the next morning. I gathered my gear and marched right down to the nude beach past the sign that said "WARNING! YOU ARE NOW ENTERING A NUDE BEACH AND WILL ENCOUNTER NUDE SUNBATHERS!" I reached a suitable spot and set up camp and put on some sun block and laid back and closed my eyes to get some sun.
"Long time no see stranger!" The voice sounded familiar but not quite one I remember hearing. I opened my eyes and adjusted them to the bright sun for a few seconds and looked at three naked females. A beautiful naked adult about my age flanked by two even lovelier little girls, one 7 and one 10 years age. All were smiling. You don't remember me???????? I got a good look at her and it finally dawned on me who I was looking at.
"Jan!" I yelled out and jumped to my feet and gave her a big hug which brought me a hard-on. She introduced me to her daughters Jen and Ginny. We spent the next three weeks catching up and when my vacation was nearing it's end I accepted her invitation to visit which I did. This time I was better prepared for a long distance relationship which we had for about a year when we decided to get married and I decided to move and live with her.
A year after her divorce she announced that we were going to spend three weeks in the summer at the beach. I was excited since the beach was my favorite place to be and we hardly every got to go since it was over 100 miles to the closest beach. I didn't count a so-called beach at the lake as an actual beach.
So I packed my bags and she packed hers and we took an airport limo to the airport and the trip was most of the day but after yet another airport limo ride we finally arrived at our hotel which was across the street from an amazing subtropical beach. It was evening and we were both tired so we skipped a quick dip and just got a snack before turning in for the night.
The next morning the morning sun woke me up. I was excited. I had not been to the beach in a year and I was eager for a dip in salt water and this was the first time I had ever been to a subtropical beach. Of course being only 12 I had to wait for my mom who was a little less energetic and a little more sluggish. I was in my suit, slathered with sun block holding me towel ready to go and she was still rolling over in bed moaning about how early 9am was. We hit the beach around 10am and marched right up to the surf and I dove in without giving my mom a chance to set up "camp." Mom called me back out and said we were going to be setting up a ways down the beach. I was blissfully oblivious to what was up beach. I just went along happy to be at the beach regardless of where exactly we were going to be. There were miles of sand and surf so it mattered not to me. We were making three weeks of it so what was a few minutes more to me. We strolled about half a mile or so and I suppose I just wasn't paying to much attention to things like signs and just strolled along carrying my share of the beach paraphernalia.
So enthralled was I with the surf and so engaged was I with the heavy load I didn't notice the first few that I passed. Then we got to a spot Mom thought was appropriate and said "here." and I put down the cooler and blanket, stretched my arms and legs that were beginning to cramp, took a cursory look around and damned near soiled my bathing suit. Most of the people were naked. Most of those not naked were nearly so including many topless women including many topless teenaged girls not much older than me and nearly all of them were beautiful.
I stood transfixed gazing at the crowd of exposed flesh then turned to my mother for an explanation just in time to catch her stripping out of her bikini. I had seen my mother in underwear and bikinis plenty of times but never naked. "Well????????" she asked me. "Well what????????" I replied trying to figure out what on earth was going on in this crazy universe I just woke up in. Then my mom explained that this is a nude beach and that she wanted to introduce me to "naturism" but my dad was opposed to the idea but now that they were divorced she was free to raise me the way she wanted to.
I had a hard-on and very aware of it. I was, pardon the expression, between a rock and a hard place. If I left on my bathing suit I would be the only boy on the beach not naked. I was not totally opposed to the idea of running around naked in front of a thousand naked people, many of whom were naked young girls. I was opposed to exposing my hard-on to them and having them laugh at me or worse, run away telling everyone about the naked boy running around with a hard-on. Mom noticed my hard-on and said "the fastest way to get rid of that hard on is to take off your bathing suit and strut right down the middle of the beach and show it off to all those pretty girls. Believe you me it will disappear really fast." I didn't believe her but I followed her suggestion. She also reassured me that I was not the first naked boy to get a hard-on in front of a beach of naked people and I certainly won't be the last and probably will encounter many other young boys with hard-ons and I should stop being silly and just do it.
So off came the suit. I kicked it into the pile of clothes on the blanked and mom sent me off to embarrassment land. About as quickly as I was naked I fell in love with being naked. It was an amazing sensation of exhilaration walking through a crowd of people naked with no fear of getting into trouble. My mom was wrong about one thing though. My dick stayed hard for more than an hour. I just strutted up one way and down the other strolling along the surf between naked bathers and strollers and joggers with their bouncing boobies going one way and their bouncing asses and pony tails going the other and after encountering half a dozen boys roughly my age sporting their own hard-ons I stopped worrying about people seeing mine. In fact I got so horny showing off my hard-on to the whole world that I could easily have been talked into jerking off in front of a cheering crowd. I went from extremely shy to being a devout exhibitionist in less than an hour.
On my way back to camp, still sporting a hard-on I encountered a pair of girls my age who stopped and giggled and informed me that I had an erection. I said sorry and one said I was cute and it was normal for guys their first time. I asked "how do you know it's my first time????????" and she said "because you have a hard-on. All guys get a hard on their first time at a nude beach. My little brother had a hard-on his first three times here but then after that he couldn't get it up unless somebody was touching it. She told me that people get desensitized to being naked in front of other people after a while and that wearing clothes begins to feel awkward.
We walked for a while, the three of us and reached "camp" where I introduced them to Mom and the one I liked most, Jan, started to giggle again and pointed to my groin and said, "see, I told you, your hard-on is gone." "I told him that too" mom added and all three giggled again.
My experience after that was that sometimes I got hard and sometimes not but mostly if I wasn't looking at a really beautiful girl or thinking about sex I didn't get a hard-on, pretty much the same as when I wore clothes.
The next day Jan and I found a somewhat secluded spot and sat down in the shade and talked for a while. I was staring at her between her legs and she must have been doing the same because she said "you have a hard-on again." I looked down and realized she was right. She offered to do something about it and I asked what and she looked around and reached down and grabbed my cock and jerked me off. That was the very first time anyone had touched me there (not counting Mom washing me when I was a baby) and it was the best thing ever. I had started to jerk off when I was eleven and had my first cum a couple of weeks after I turned 12 and shot my first real load only a couple of months earlier. It usually took me about 5-15 minutes to cum depending on how much stimulation I had and how much effort I put into it. It took Jan all of about 2 minutes to jerk me off. Of course I had reached over and started to play with her tits with one hand and put my other hand between her legs for a feel. She just let me and leaned in and kissed me which was what put me over the edge.
For the next three weeks Jan was my girl friend, my first. We did everything but fuck. She was with her family for the summer and I only had three weeks but it was three weeks of heaven. She and Mom were right about one thing. I got to where it was awkward putting on clothes even though the beach was the only place where nudity was permitted. I practically lived on the beach for those three weeks only sneaking off to my room or Jan's room for some play time.
I wrote Jan after my vacation and she wrote back and we talked on the phone periodically but we figured out after a while that long distance romances were incredibly difficult and rarely worked. We exchanged Christmas and birthday cards for a few years then just drifted apart.
Ten years ago my Mom died of cancer. That left me alone. She didn't have any brothers or sisters and my grandparents died before I was born. I never met any of my father's family so I was all alone.
My Mom and I had returned to that beach a few more times over the years but we joined a more local clothing optional club and so we spent most vacations there. I often thought of Jan and wondered what had happened to her and if she was happy and married and if she had kids or even if she was still alive.
So I took some of the money Mom left me and I took a long vacation the next summer at that old nude beach I had not been to in years. I checked in and true to form sacked out till the next morning. I gathered my gear and marched right down to the nude beach past the sign that said "WARNING! YOU ARE NOW ENTERING A NUDE BEACH AND WILL ENCOUNTER NUDE SUNBATHERS!" I reached a suitable spot and set up camp and put on some sun block and laid back and closed my eyes to get some sun.
"Long time no see stranger!" The voice sounded familiar but not quite one I remember hearing. I opened my eyes and adjusted them to the bright sun for a few seconds and looked at three naked females. A beautiful naked adult about my age flanked by two even lovelier little girls, one 7 and one 10 years age. All were smiling. You don't remember me???????? I got a good look at her and it finally dawned on me who I was looking at.
"Jan!" I yelled out and jumped to my feet and gave her a big hug which brought me a hard-on. She introduced me to her daughters Jen and Ginny. We spent the next three weeks catching up and when my vacation was nearing it's end I accepted her invitation to visit which I did. This time I was better prepared for a long distance relationship which we had for about a year when we decided to get married and I decided to move and live with her.
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