Date: 22 Sep 1998 14:10:46 -0700
From: poondu@members.gayweb.com
Subject: Boy! What a Rainstorm

Boy! What a Rainstorm!
--Thole <poondu@members.gayweb.com>

It was a dark and stormy night. Actually it started off as a pretty
nice afternoon and progressed well into the evening. There were five
boys in the group: David, Sam, Nate, Michael, Ben. We spent most of
the afternoon playing with strings--doing cat's cradle and jacob's
ladder while sitting cross legged in the grass (need I remind you
this is a nudist camp we are at--some of these boys have been coming
here since as far back as they can remember: Michael was born here)
or riding bikes around the trails through the surrounding forest.
David suggested we hike up along the stream to where it crosses
through a large culvert--tunnel he called it--under the highway. He
said we should dress for the hike cos people on the road might see
us. I said that's part of the risk and part of the fun. I came here
to be nude, not clothed. I'd put on my sandals but that was all.
Finally they all agreed with me and off we went.

The trail starts a few yards east of the office, off the road to the
east and then follows the overflow parking area to a swing set before
becoming a trail along the little stream that flows north through the
camp and eventually under the road west of the main gate. At the edge
of the right of way of the interstate we stopped and peered out of
the thick green wood and up into the bright sky--the highway was
fifty feet above and in front of us yawned the steaming blackness of
the tunnel. Six naked boys--for by now I was one of them more so than
I was my Self--crept out of the forest, walking in the narrow stream
through the over arching grass. Sure, if someone were parked in the
breakdown lane and pissing over the guardrail they might see us but
what the hell--risk adds to the adventure. The boys had been here
before but always with their clothes on--this was different.

David and Michael could still walk upright in the culvert, the rest
of us stooped a bit, but not much. In the distance a small circle of
light drew us onward. Under the center median was the grate of a
drain and a brilliant shaft of sunlight spotlighted the cheeks of
each tanned young bum as it passed. Onward to the south side of the
highway where late corn stood in rows which we walked between to the
edge of the field bordered by maples already vying with one another
to see who could go out in the greatest blaze of glory. The boys
looked at one another and then back at the tops of the cars racing by
to the east oblivious to the display of youth blossoming even as the
corn and maples diminished. This was the end of their summer and a
special time for special friends who stood close and talked of next
year before finally returning the way we'd come.

The pool was a welcome respite from the dust and heat of the day and
we wrestled and played games of catch me if you can as the grown-ups
left for supper. I asked one of them what it was like to go to school
for the first few weeks after living nude for most of the summer.
"Stifling!" he said. I asked him if any of his school mates noticed his
all-over tan and knew he was a nudist and if any of them were. He
told me that only one boy in his class noticed last year:

He asked me, this boy in the pool with me related, how did I get
tanned all over. "Didn't you wear no clothes all summer?" He was a
best friend then and so I told him how I spent most of the summer at
this camp where we went nude all the time. "Wow," he said, "I wish I
could do that; looks like you have a lot of fun." But his mother
wouldn't let him come out on the last couple of weekends in last
September so we use to just play nudist in my room at home and eat
and sleep nude when he came for sleep overs with me. And this year he
moved away so now nobody knows what all we did together.

By ones and twos the boys were called away to their meals and I was
soon left alone to shower and return to my camp.

It was quite a bit later when the thunder woke me. The front had been
forecast but coming as late as it did caught everyone by surprise.
The rain was torrential and I had to get out and adjust my awning
lest the rain puddling in it should tear it apart. Lights were
flickering everywhere around--except in the bus of course, I was
already on battery--and the trees were waving and cracking. Suddenly
the tent camper next to me was pierced by a falling branch. Not
enough to collapse it but only to punch a hole over the wing that
housed my little friend Ben. I could not have plotted a better scene.
Screech and groan. His bed quickly filled with water and his cries
brought his parents to his side and then to the outside with him.
They were all soaked but no matter, they were all nude too.
Especially Ben, shivering in the rain and wind.

I offered to take him in for the remainder of the night.

His parents went back to their camper, their end was not under the
trees, and the boy came in with me where I towelled him off and gave
him a cup of hot chocolate and a liberal dose of Baileys. Yum!

We slept quietly under a warm wooly blanket until the wee hours of
the morning when he started dreaming. At first he kicked away the
blanket and then, laying on his back, his erection stretching hard
towards his belly, his hips began to oscillate and small whimpers and
moans came from his mouth. His fists, at first clenched by his waist,
now grasped at his nates, and then his back arched and his orgasm
exploded cum. Jism hit him in the face, the chest, pooled in his
belly button, dribbled from the end of his softening peg. A final
spasm oozed a last dollop and then his foreskin closed like the
curtain ringing down after the last act of the show. He continued
sleeping as I licked the cum from his belly and cock and pulled the
blanket back over us.

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