I Met my First Time

As we loved to travel as a family, very frequently we were enjoying those holidays at beautiful beaches our country was blessed with. We arrived at a Thursday night, as usual and we got settled in at a nice hotel with great accommodations, one of the best from my teenage days. As I got to travel more by myself, I've seen the good, the bad, the ugly and the great places, so I'm like a hotel sommelier if there is such a thing.

In any case, I again got myself my own room and again enough freedom to do whatever I wanted, as my parents grew more and more confident on me. But before creating the courage to explore, I decided to spend the Friday doing all sorts of family stuff and they were moderately fun. You guys could guess how being the only son was sometimes. As the day went on, I was sort of mapping everything, from the locations to the hotel, the walking distances, everything,  so the next day I could breathe some air by myself and that's what I did. I was growing tired of our somewhat crowded beach.

Saturday morning I again did my parents' bidding, but soon after lunch I asked them to walk around and visit the neighboring beach. They authorized, as I explained where I was going and that I knew how to come back. They said they'd be in that same spot at our hotel beach until 6pm, then they would come back to the hotel. Fine by me, I had the whole afternoon ahead of me.

So I ventured eastwards, walking along the coastline bringing absolutely nothing but a bottle of water, wearing a pair of cheap sandals and a dark blue speedo. I walked around 10 minutes to reach a wall of native vegetation leading to a trail, a very accessible one but still a trail. I had to walk on it for another 10 minutes in order to reach the other side, and as I was doing, the sounds were getting quieter and quieter until they got a little louder again, but not as nearly as before. I arrived at this second beach which I'll call "Little tree beach" and I couldn't notice anything different from it for the first couple of minutes.

The place was really different as there were no signs of civilization around. The afternoon sun hitting my face didn't really help, but as soon I walked a little closer to the center of the beach, I could notice... I was at a nude beach!! My eyes weren't deceiving me as I was seeing entire families, young and old, completely naked and just doing beach stuff. I also saw some still wearing bathing suits, which tranquilized me, as I wasn't going to be judged or anything. People clearly knew I was an outsider, but they wouldn't at least complain that I wasn't following their "dress-code".

I sincerely tried to blend in, approaching the water and then trying to find a place to dispose of my empty water bottle. But everything was so different and so much on my face! I hadn't seen that much people naked in my entire life! Breasts and rears, all sorts of penises and vaginas and everything was really confusing. I was already starting to regret this and there weren't that much people there to begin with. But something changed everything.

I was walking near the sea to at least have myself a great dive before leaving and while approaching, I could see a boy around my age,17. A white tanned blond teenager playing volleyball with some other dude (probably uncle or father) and two others guys the other side of the net. The boy I'm naming "Mark" and he was one of the naked ones and he was playing and doing everything completely erected!! That was really astonishing because for me it seemed really unnatural, a real culture shock as people around him didn't seem to matter, nor him! No mocking, no funny jokes, nothing sexual, just plain ignorance to the fact that his penis was hard! All I could really see was that he ran to grab the ball, serve play the game normally, with his uncut dick bouncing on and on.

I obviously didn't stare (much) as I didn't want to get expelled or arrested, I don't know, I was naive. So I dove in the sea to try to cool things off as I was involuntarily getting aroused myself. I spent almost ten minutes in the deep cold water, trying to put my mind at ease and when I noticed I was relatively safe, I exited and started to quicken up my pace to leave the area. I couldn't help looking back to the volley net to see if Mark was there, but he wasn't. That was the ultimate proof I wasn't ready to frequent this kind of place as I was sexualizing everything.

Walking to the main exit, I decide to venture even eastward to see if there was another beach neighboring this one. I found a trail, indicating that there was a clear and defined path, but the rocky scenario made me question it. From here onward, everything might look kind of coincidental or fantastic, but I swear it happened just like I'm narrating.

Five minutes in this trail and I was giving up, knowing I'd have to walk the length of the nude beach and the trail to go back to my own beach. But I found sort of a cave, which was more like an alcove that I had to walk crouching to enter. In my way in, I heard movements like feet on the soil and I considered leaving, but a voice just said "come on in". Trust me when I say this, as I approached I found Mark, laying down on his back, penis still very much erected, seemingly trying to calm himself down.

Desperately and awkwardly, I said "I'm sorry" like three times before trying to leave, but he said these words "stay, tell me your story". I jokingly told him if I had to be naked as well and he firmly said "yes". I felt like I was visiting the sanctified guru of nudity.. In any case, as I hesitated, he comforted me saying that nobody would ever find me there. Well, off goes my Speedo and I sit down bare naked on that cold rocky floor to tell him my story and how I got there.

Having to pretend I didn't notice him before and also having to pretend I wasn't getting aroused, I couldn't say two words to his face while not looking down his hard dick. He was sitting down and his penis was pointing straight up and he simply didn't care at all. As he finally broke and said "hard not to notice, right" he proceeded to explain that this alcove is a refuge, not only to him but "to many other boys" and I understood what he was mentioning. If guys got random physiological erections and they did not subside after a couple of minutes, they'd come here (outside the limits of the beach) and cool off, either by mindfulness or simply masturbating.

"So, let's begin?" - That sent me shivers down my spine as I never in my lifetime had masturbated with someone. I count this episode as my virginity loss and I don't care what people say. He took the initiative to start caressing my body and reassuring me that the place was safe. I was slowly getting more and more comfortable and as he approached me, I remembered the first scene as he was naturally doing everything while erected. I finally got the mood back and started stroking myself, while watching him do the same.

It was a very very different experience as I was paying so much attention to his naked body, so close to mine. When I noticed he was close, he stopped and asked "can I grab it?". I didn't verbally answered, but I sort of spread my legs and put my hands on the floor. He just gently put his right hand onto my hard uncut dick, gave it a few strokes and even played around with my foreskin, opening and closing it. The only remark he made was "mine is smaller", which in fact wasn't, we had almost same size around 5,5". As I took advantage of the moment to touch his penis as well, I also gave him a couple strokes until he asked me to make him cum. I chickened out and went back to masturbate myself.

I didn't notice how hard and aroused I was. For me, I could keep jerking off for hours, but Mark was close, very close. I could see his hand moving faster and faster as he grabbed his dick with his full palm, hammering it down vigorously. I always masturbating focusing on the tip, using three fingers only and seeing him just jerking off with that intensity, accelerated things for me. Without a warning, Mark just ejaculated a first jet of cum onto his body and then moaned softly as he aimed his cum to paint the rocky floor. I barely could see his last moments before losing myself in a powerful orgasm of my own.

Second after, my dick simply exploded, my ejaculation spraying pulse after pulse of thick cum across my stomach and chest. "AHHH!! OH GOD!" I vocalized as my body spasmed and twitched with the intensity. Four consistent jets just stuck me, as I was catching my breath while Mark was somewhat proudly grinning over my awkward experience. It clearly wasn't his first. Now I understood why he dispose of him cum on the floor, as he had to go back naked to the beach. I tried cleaning it off from my own body, with not much success.

As we were walking the trail together, he explained that he is also an only child and his parents are naturists, but they only visit nude colonies seldomly. He said this is the main one and he even invited me to come back here during the most crowded seasons, although the alcove thing isn't much of a possibility. Coincidentally, he was staying at the same hotel as my family, as it was the nearest one to this region.

Well, to my luck, we had a couple more days ahead of us and he took a liking on me and I also liked his way. I don't know if I developed some feelings for him or if I only thought of our experiences as nothing but "boys being boys" in a coming of age style. The undeniable fact is that we discovered more about our sexuality than we expected. All those memories I'm going to write down here eventually, but for now, this is where this story ends.