Date: Sun, 3 Oct 2010 19:08:12 -0400
From: Tom Johnson <truth2112@live.com>
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.