NUDIST COLONY

My Mother has always been a free spirit; she was always doing things on the spur of the moment. I loved it, but my Dad didn't and her carefree ways finally drove him off by the time I was ten years old. 

Without Dad to hold her back my Mom started to experiment with all kinds of alternative lifestyles and of course since I was her only child I had to go where she did and do what her and her friends did. 

I'm not complaining because it was an interesting time for a kid and I have to admit that my teenage years were probably more fun and exciting than most kids I knew. I never got depressed, never dressed in black and never listed to Gothic music. 

Anyway, the reason I'm writing this is to tell you about the time when I was just about to turn thirteen and my Mom decided that we were going to join a nudist colony. It was a place along the central coast of California, I don't think that I will name it, but the people who know about nudism will know the place I'm talking about. 

I was reluctant to go when Mom first told me about it. It was summer vacation and back then it lasted 3 months. Mom thought it would broaden our horizons but all I could think about was the fact that I'd be naked and how would I stop myself from getting a boner in front of everyone. 

I don't have to tell you that I was really worried about something like that. I was still a virgin and no one had seen me naked since I'd turned six. At (almost) thirteen a guy has a hard-on more often than not and I just couldn't imagine walking around with my dick sticking out in front of me all the time. 

Mom was making plans to close the house up for the summer and we were only 2 days away from making the trip south when I finally got the nerve up to tell her my fears. That night at dinner as she was reading out loud from one of the colony brochures about volleyball and horseback riding I just blurted out, "Mom, I'm not sure I want to do this, I mean I'm a guy and, well... I don't want people to see me naked." 

Mom stopped reading and looked at me saying, "Sweetheart you have a nice body, you've got nothing to be ashamed of." 

I was stuck, what could I say to make her understand? "But Mom," I said, "I'm thirteen and I'm... you know, maturing. How can I walk around naked and not get embarrassed if I get... you know, hard or something." At that point I wanted to crawl away and hide myself I was so ashamed. 

But I have to give it to my Mother, she handled my question like an experienced doctor would, "Honey they have herbs that you can take at first that keep erections down and they say once a man gets used to being naked in front of others he can control himself." 

I wasn't at all sure that I was going to be able to control myself but Mom always seemed to be right, so what could I do but trust her. 

The next two days were a blur, what with moving and the trip down highway 101 in the family car. We arrived at the Nudist Colony at around four o'clock in the afternoon and Mom went in to the office-gate-guard-house to register, while I nervously sat in the car. 

I had my eyes wide open, looking for anything that moved. My heart was pounding and I had a raging hard-on that was painfully ready for release. I think I expected to see naked people all over the place, but as it turned out we still had a three mile drive inland before we arrived at the "compound" were there were buildings and signs of habitation. 

That's when I saw them. First an old lady, maybe 40-something came up to us as Mom pulled into the lot in front of the dining hall. She was all brown from the sun and a little wrinkled too, but I couldn't help staring at her. Her name was Nancy and apparently she was the activities director. 

We got our bags and followed Nancy into one of the dormitories. I still had my eyes glued to her backside when we entered a big room with a sign over the door that said, "Chippewa" made from wood and one of those wood burning kits. Apparently each building had an Indian name, which was the theme of the camp. Nancy turned to Mom and said, "Over there is your room and Jeremy will be staying with the teens just down the hall." 

I didn't know what Nancy was talking about, what teens? Which hall? I hadn't planned on staying with strangers. 

But as usual Mom talked me into it and soon enough I was sitting on a bed taking my shoes off. That first day was orientation day and we didn't have to undress unless we wanted to. Thank god! 

I was sitting on my bed wishing that we'd never come when I heard kids coming down the hall outside the room then suddenly they were in my room and conversation began to whip around me almost as if I was one of them. I was totally shocked when I realized that there were girls and boys all together in the room and they were all naked as jaybirds. 

And the girls! Wow! I'm not saying that they were all beauties or anything but most of them had really nice bodies and they were completely naked. I'd never seen a female naked before, or other boys for that matter. And here they were, around 12 kids all flopping down and talking excitedly about horseback riding and the dance that was going to take place that night. 

All I could do was stair at them and imagine them all having sex with each other. I know that sounds perverted but I couldn't help it. I'd look at a particularly handsome guy and then look down at his hanging dick and then over at a girl and imagine it hard and slipping into her with him on top pumping away at her. 

Needless to say with these thoughts running through my head it wasn't long before I had a boner the size of the Dwight Tower. And what's worse one of the girls noticed it. I was mortified. 

They didn't comment on my hard-on but they did introduce themselves and one girl even flirted with me a little, saying, "Hey, you're cute. Maybe we can get together at the dance tonight." 

Well, you can imagine what was going through my mind the rest of the day. I really wanted to "get together" with her. Her name was Pamela and she'd be a fox in anyone's eyes. She had those Swedish good looks that Scandinavians girls have and a body that seemed way to mature for fourteen, which is how old she said she was. 

Anyway, I decided to make my premiere that night. I wanted to "get together" with Pamela and I knew that I'd look like a geek if I showed up at the dance wearing clothes. So I marched over to the administration building and asked Nancy point blank about that herb Mom had mentioned. 

Boy was I in for a surprise. Nancy said, "Okay here you are Jeremy, now take two of these in the morning right after you've masturbated and you should be fine until lunch. Then I suggest two more pills after masturbating for a second time. That should take you through dinner. 

"Try not to take more than four pills a day because the potency will wear off after a while and you don't want to be walking around with a telephone pole waving hello at everyone, now do you?" She giggled and then added in a kind vice, "Don't worry Jeremy, it'll all be fine. After you've been natural for a few days you'll be able to control when you get erect and when not." 

I was totally shocked by what she'd just said. An adult telling me to "masturbate" twice a day and talking about MY erection, well, you could have knocked me over with a feather. 

Just the same, I did as she suggested. I wanted to go to the dance that night, so right after dinner I went into the toilets and jacked off. It didn't take long to cum; imagining Pamela's naked body made it fast and intense. 

Then afterwards I took the two pills and then went to my bed and sat down to await the effects. After an hour I still had a hard-on. I was too excited for any herb to work on me. The thought that I'd be naked in front of Pamela kept me hard as a rock. 

Finally I decided to take two more pills and after another half hour I felt more relaxed. By then I could hear the bus pull up outside. Everyone who was attending the dance had to take the three mile ride to the colony's private beach and stay there until the bus came to pick them up at eleven. 

I ran into the bathroom and took a quick shower wanting to be as clean as possible. I was grateful that I still hadn't gotten hard again. I think my nerves had something to do with that. 

Then as I stepped out of the shower a gang of kids trouped into the long dorm room getting cassettes tapes and stuff for the dance. I swallowed and marched out into the room, but to my surprise no one paid any undue attention to nakedness. 

But where things went wrong was when Pamela came over to me and said, "Gee, Jeremy, you look nice, I especially like your weenie." 

I couldn't believe that she'd just said that. And I also couldn't stop my "weenie" from showing its gratitude for her complement. 

I just stood there in front of Pamela as my boner came to life. I knew that I should hide it with my hands but I also knew that she was deliberately teasing me, so I just stood there defiantly, as my dick grew and grew. 

Pamela stood naked in front of me and smiled, watching me getting fully hard. I thought that I'd faint from the extreme arousal that I was experiencing. I'd never even dreamed of something like this before, standing naked in front of a pretty girl as she looked on appraisingly. 

Then Jeff, one of my new acquaintances yelled over to Pamela, "Hey stop that Pammy, why do you always torture the new guys like that. Jeremy, don't let her bust your balls, she did the same thing to me my first day, what a tease." 

Then Pamela giggled and turned away. And there I was with my boner throbbing and all the other kids piling out of the room and into the waiting bus. 

I didn't mind that Pamela was teasing me. I had found out something about myself at that moment that I had no idea about prior to that experience. I LOVED to expose myself to another person. It was intensely satisfying to watch others as they inspected my naked body and especially my stiff prick. 

That night I got another little surprise when Pamela came and sat by me on the way out to the dance. We talked about general stuff and after a while she quietly said, "Jeremy, can you make yourself hard for me again?" 

I really hadn't expected her to say anything like that to me, but when she did it had the effect of immediately inflating my dick to a full masthead. I sat there for the three mile drive with Pamela's hand on my thigh and her eyes on my hard dick. It was wonderful. 

During that first four week stay at the colony nothing ever happened to change my virgin status. Pamela continued to "tease" me into hardness whenever she wanted to. The herb never really did much for me and I soon found out that having a boner was quite acceptable around there. 

Maybe it's perverted, but I stopped trying to NOT get a hard-on and actually was rather proud of my male mast, or half-mast sometimes. The older men commented on my condition with some envy and the women always scoped me out when they knew I was around. 

All in all I found that being a Nudist was a real blast.