By Kahuntwm
Copyright 2022 by Kahuntwm, all rights reserved
* * * * *The Family Tradition, Ch. 1
by Kahuntwm
CFNM, OON
This is the story of thirteen year old Asher who was sent to his aunt’s horse ranch and learned about more than about horses.
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To say that mother and father were disappointed in me would be an
understatement. First, I did not like participating in team sports
(although I did work out and lift weights and did gymnastics club) as I
was not a fan of getting hit by guys considerably bigger and stronger
than me. Second - well, I showed my displeasure that my parents spent
all their spare time supporting and attending the practices and games
of my three older siblings and my twin sister.
My twin sister
was on the middle school swim team (we were thirteen years old) and my
older siblings were the triplets Rocky, Kim, and Betty, who were
seventeen and juniors at high school. Rocky played football, basketball
and baseball, Kim played soccer, track, and softball, and Betty played
field hockey, swim team, and track.
Now, I grant that my
parents had a challenge attending all the sports events (games, award
dinners, some practices, and social events with the parents of the
other students who were teammates). My meager athletics did not require
teammates or actually ‘games’. However, I did play an instrument
(trumpet), sang in the chorus, acted in plays, and belonged to
gymnastic and weightlifting clubs. I should have received 20% of
parent’s attention and support but I received 0%. My four siblings
received 25% each.
Needless to say, I carried a lot of
resentment. I did participate in art activities and sang as a boy
soprano until I reached puberty when I turned thirteen. I also acted in
any and all school plays. Believe it or not, my parents never have seen
me sing in concerts or act in dramas. But this story is not about all
this. The previous paragraphs are designed to let the reader know the
reasons why I ended up, at the age of thirteen, living with my Aunt
Holly, my mom’s sister.
I had become such a pain in the ass
feeling sorry for myself while my parents poured attention and support
on my siblings that I had become a rather sullen and unpleasant child.
The long and short of it was that, as I saw it, my parents basically
kicked me out of the family.
Well, not really. But they did
feel I would benefit, as would the rest of the family, if I lived
somewhere else for the next year.. I was at the point I did not care if
I did - I was getting to dislike my parents and was resentful of my
older siblings and even my twin sister, with whom I had always been
close.
Besides, aunt Holly could use my help. She ran a large
horse farm (about fifteen horses) in upper New York, about an hour from
where we lived. The horses needed a lot of care and grooming, the ranch
always needed repairing, and the few farm animals she had needed to be
attended to ( she had three cows, several sheep, four pigs, and lots of
chickens).
Now, she had some help but it was all female (my
uncle had died from cancer several years before this story took place).
My aunt Holly, who was only forty-five, had three female ranch hands:
Janet Appel, 35, Molly Meachan, 32, and Karen Kenton, 25. They all were
married and lived near the farm with their families.
Holly
had four children, my first cousins, Mabel, 17, Doris, 15, Fanny, 13,
and Erin, 10. Fortunately, my four cousins and I always got along well
and we really like each other.
The girls are kind and are fun to
be around. All were cute and pretty. They were such good help on the
horse ranch that the enterprise was very successful with a lot of land
to grow and prosper. With a monthly stipend from my parents ($1000 per
week) for my upkeep, money was not a problem.
The large
residence had seven bedrooms so each girl had her own and I, of course,
had mine. There were three bathrooms in what was called the ‘children’s
wing’ (aunt Annie had the other wing with four more spare bedrooms, one
of which was used as an office).
I was made very welcome when
I arrived and I became comfortable very quickly. Of course, I was busy.
When I arrived, there were fifteen horses and the number soon grew to
twenty. There were many people around who had horses whom they needed
to stable and auntie made a lot of money caring for them. And I learned
a lot about horses and their care.
There were, however, a
couple of oddities. For one thing, there were two showers outside the
barn complex where the horses were stabled. Each was outside, open to
the air. The female’s shower, however, had an enclosure that covered
them so that you could only see the head of whomever was showering. The
other shower, for the men, had no enclosure at all. Ranching can be a
dirty and messy job and the idea was to clean up before dragging dirt
and stuff into the main residence.
The second oddity was how
free and easy everyone was about clothes. There was no nudity but not a
lot was left to the imagination. My cousins were dressed in either very
loose clothing or very tight. Mabel and Doris, who were seventeen and
fifteen respectfully, were rather stunning when walking around in their
clothing. I admit, family or not, I often had to hide my 4-5” hard-on.
My best friend on the ranch was Fanny who was my age at 13. In fact,
she was born just a week before Judy (my twin) and I were born. She
became my confidant and although Mabel and Doris, plus the three ranch
hands, Janet, Molly and Karen, were responsible for teaching me what I
needed to know on the rance, it was Fanny was there to pick me up when
I got discouraged, and who watched out for me as I learned a new life.
The fact that we were just beginning summer vacation, meant that we
spent a lot of time together.
By the end of June, I was
getting very comfortable. I learned how to care for horses, how to ride
horses so that I could exercise them, how to repair fences (a
continuous affair - there were a lot of white, wooden fences), and how
to drive. At 13, I could not drive on the roads, but there was lots of
acreage and being able to drive the small truck was useful when I had
to haul wood and other things around the ranch.
Then one day,
I got very dirty and smelly while cleaning out manure from the barns.
This was an activity that none of the girls were interested in doing,
and as I was the rookie here, I got that job. When I had finished the
manure job and began walking to the house, aunt Holly blocked my way.
“Nephew, there is no way you are going into the house in this condition,” she announced.
“Why not? I smell pretty bad and need a shower,” I said.
“That is why the outside showers exist.”
“But I am forbidden to use the ladies showers and the men’s one has no cover - I will be exposed out there,” I pleaded.
“Tough luck. On a ranch like this, it is acceptable for males to be
seen in the nude whereas it is not acceptable for the females.”
“But you will see me naked,” I whined. “Gosh, so will the girls.”
“No, we won’t,” Holly said. “The girls will not be down here. We will all be up at the house.”
Since that sounded the best I could get, I watched her head back into
the barn and I took a long look around. I could not see anyone. So
facing toward the back wall (and only wall) of the shower, I stripped
down and entered. I did a quick look back and saw my aunt walking by.
She took all my dirty clothes and put them in a bag. As she walked away
to begin the laundry, she turned back and said “Nephew, you have one
really cute tush.”
I about died and then I saw the girls on
the porch all waving at me. I was too far away for them to really see
anything and I never faced them while showering. I could hear them
teasing me by making comments (all positive, thankfully) about my ass.
I was thoroughly embarrassed if not humiliated. When I finished I
didn’t even dry myself but wrapped a rather small towel, which barely
covered my butt and genitals, around my waist I began walking to the
house.
By now, I was beet red, even though I was covering more
of me than I was when we all went swimming. But still, I was the only
one who was basically naked. I held that towel tight. By the time I got
to the porch, everyone had gone inside. When I walked by the living
room heading for the stairs, I could hear the girls whistling and
making comments like ‘cute butt’ and ‘couldn’t see your cock.’ Of
course, I knew they couldn’t really see much as I was too far away when
I showered and being a good sport, I laughed with them as I ascended
the stairs. The whole thing was kind of funny and the kidding showed
that my cousins did like me as much as I liked them.
But I had a surprise when I entered my room. My aunt Holly was standing there with a big smile.
“Close the door and come here”, she said. “You are still wet. Give me the towel.”
“I am naked underneath,” I mumbled.
“Of course you are, silly,” she said. “I am going to dry you.”
“I can do it myself,” I said.
“Listen, sweetie,” Holly said. “You are my nephew and it is okay for me
to see you naked.” She moved a bit closer to me as I just stood there,
confused and nervous. I don’t really know why, but I dropped my hands
to my side and watched as she removed my towel leaving me completely
naked. I looked at her as she stared into my eyes and then lowered her
eyes until she came to my sex.
“Oh, my,” she said, “you are
so cute, Garrett. What a perfect cock and what precious balls you
have.” With that she began to quickly dry me. When she got to my
midsection, she slowed down. Carefully, she held my penis and then my
balls and dried my whole package. I gasped and closed my eyes. The fact
that my aunt was touching my cock and balls blew my mind. I began
swallowing hard and mumbling words like ‘ooh’ and ‘nice’ and ‘that
feels good’.
She then stopped and asked “Please turn around, Garrett so I can dry your butt.”
I quickly did so and she dried my cheeks and even ran the towel down my crack.
Then she spread my legs a little so that she could push her hand
underneath my butt and dry my perineum and my balls. She must have felt
that I was beginning an erection because she stopped and said “You are
nice and dry now.” She turned me around so that she was looking right
at my face. “Get dressed, honey, and let us keep this a secret between
us.”
I was quiet during dinner and the girls noticed. Mabel then asked “Is everything okay?”
“Yes, sure,” I mumbled.
“We were just teasing you,” Doris said, “and none of us could really see anything.”
“I know,” I said. “I just hoped I didn’t gross you out.”
“Oh,” Fanny said,”You could never do that with us. And we loved that
you just continued showering when you knew we were looking. You are a
lot of fun.”
“In truth,” I said, “I knew you couldn’t see anything- not really.”
“True,” Mabel said, “but you went through with it anyway. You’re a good
sport and we love having you live with us. And we do need your help on
the ranch.”
I felt so relaxed and pleased at how I was being
accepted. But the real reason I was being so quiet was that I was still
recovering from the fact that my aunt had seen me naked, had dried me,
and was so gentle with me. But, of course, I couldn’t tell my four
cousins that. With all my conflicting feelings, I was a confused mess.
First and foremost, I was in an embarrassed state. When I was
showering, I knew I was too far away for the girls to see my junk, but
I still was embarrassed. Whether my cousins could see anything or not,
they could see from a distance that I was naked and I knew they were
looking. Yet I had this emotion tugging at me that I liked that they
wanted to look. Instead of feeling mature, though, I was feeling that
at the age of thirteen, I was not as mature as I had thought I was. I
was feeling like a dumb teenage boy.
Second, I was shocked
that my aunt wanted to see me naked. Was I that special? And if I was
that special (which I am not), why did I feel so humiliated? But then
she dried me, gently, like I was a babe. Oddly I felt her love when she
touched me but I was so humiliated that I was getting hard and that she
knew it. But she did stop and I never did get hard. That night, lying
in bed, I felt so humiliated. Then I felt that I hoped it happened
again. I had one of my most intense masterbation sessions in my life.
Finally I got to sleep once I decided I was overthinking everything.
What happened had happened. Get over it and move on. But did I really
want to ‘get over it’? As it turned out, it didn’t matter because it
was going to get worse. Or better? Or what?
In the end, things
got better. Embarrassment is a unique emotion. It can be overcoming and
humiliating but a person also could be passionately excited. This was
the case for me a week later and again with my aunt Holly. It was a
Saturday and Holly’s four daughters were off with their church’s all
female fun day at their church’s retreat. Janet, the senior ranch
worker, was the only one on duty and she was up at the ranch looking
after the horses (the ranch was never empty - someone always had to be
there caring for the horses).
That left my aunt Holly and I
alone at the ranch and she had a job for me. There was a fallen tree
blocking the trail about a mile from the house and barns near the
swimming hole. So we put the power saw in the back of the truck and
headed off to the area.
“I didn’t know you guys had a ‘swimming hole’” Garrett said to Holly while driving to the fall tree.
“It is a private place,” Holly said. “Actually, the girls and I are the
only ones who use it. It has little falls running off the mountain and
the water forms a small swimming area. It is cool. The pool is large
enough for several people to swim around in it, it has very cold water
that is very refreshing, it is surrounded by trees and rock walls, and
it has a small area with a shack for picnics and games.”
“Sounds like heaven,” I commented. “I would love to swim there the next time you all go there.”
“Why not today, after we finish this job?” Holly asked me.
“I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”
“Too bad,” Holly said. “But there will be other times.”
Clearing the tree from the trail didn’t take long but I, who did all
the actual work, got very sweaty when we finished. We placed all the
cut logs in the truck.
“Garrett, sweetie,” she said, “why don’t you take a swim - the pool is only a short distance away.”
“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” I reminded her as I put the power saw in the back of the truck.
“You do remember that I have seen you naked, Garrett?”
“How could I forget?” Isaid blushing profusely.
“So, what is the big deal?” Holly asked. “It will just be the two of
us.” I shrugged my shoulders and then we began the short walk to the
mountain pool.
But I was getting nervous. Again I would be
naked in front of my aunt and again I was feeling the embarrassment I
would suffer from. Sure, she had seen me nude before but I still felt
the embarrassment. What a jerk I was. I was worried that I might get a
stiffy if I was naked for a longer time than before. In fact, I almost
did when she was drying me off. That drying was in very intimate
places. I had heard that cold water could take care of that problem.
Again, I seemed to be making too much of this. I like to think that at
age 13 I was getting very mature. After all, she knew what males had
hanging there - she had four children! Soon we were at the pool.
“Where are you going to be?” I asked her thinking she might want to stay in the air conditioned truck.
“Right here - one rule we have is that an adult must be here anytime a child swims.”
“Are you sure about this?” I asked.
“Garrett,” Holly said, “if you feel awkward, then we can just go back
and you can shower. But you are my nephew and I love you. I would hope
it would not make any difference if I do see you naked.”
I had
no answer to that. If I said that it did make a ‘difference’, then I
would be insulting her or telling her I didn’t trust her. I couldn’t do
that. I knew she loved me and I loved her and I couldn’t hurt her like
that even if it meant I had to let her see me naked.
So, I
smiled and turned my back to her as I stripped off my smelly, dirty,
and wet clothes. When I was naked, I could feel her eyes on my naked
butt. I began to walk to the pool when she told me to stop.
“Honey,” she said. “Please turn around and let me see you.”
So, I slowly turned around and she looked at me and smiled. I saw her eyes lower to my genitals.
“Oh, Garrett, dear,” she said, “you are so cute. But first, I must put
lotion on you.” Now I would think the time to put on lotion was after
the swim and not before. But what do I know? I stood there while she
went to a storage box to retrieve the sun screen. She came up to me.
“Just stand there, close your eyes, and let me apply the lotion.”
The ‘application’ of sunscreen was one of the most embarrassing moments
in my life and one of my fondest memories. Having my aunt get so
intimate with me bonded us together for the rest of our lives. The
feelings I experienced while she applied the lotion were sensational,
sensitive and sensuous. I just stood there with my eyes closed as I
felt her fingers touch everywhere.
And she put me at ease with
her sweet comments: “oh, a few hairs under your arms - so manly’ or
‘your pee slit is adorable - I bet more than pee comes out of it’ or
‘your balls are so precious’ or ‘your ass is so soft and smooth, like a
pillow’ - well, you get the idea.
Then she repeated something
she did when she first dried me when I first arrived. She asked me to
spread my legs a little and then she applied the lotion to the bottom
of my ass, my perineum, and the bottom of my balls. I told her that I
didn’t need lotion where the ‘sun don’t shine’ and she replied “No, but
I do need to touch there to make sure everything on you is okay.”
Suddenly she stopped and I knew that it was because she could feel my erection.
“I’m sorry, auntie,” I cried out. “I couldn’t help it.”
“Of course you couldn’t,” she said.
“I’m going in the water - it is cold and will calm things down,” I said as I began to go to the pool.”
“No, stop, Garrett,” she almost shouted. “Please turn around - now.”
I thought how could I? She was kneeling behind me and if I turned, my
hard penis was be staring right in her face. But she had me by my hips
and she turned me, rather forcefully. Totally embarrassed, I closed my
eyes. I could feel her breath on the tip of my cock. “I must go to the
pool,” I said.
“You must sit down in front of me so that I can take care of you,” Holly said.
My knees were wobbly and I awkwardly sat down and ended between her
legs with my back resting on her chest. I could feel her hands wrap
around and grab my now painful and pulsating penis. She rubbed her
finger across my crown and I yelled out ‘Oh, my gosh - oh, my god -oh,
I can’t hold it.’ I swear she stroked me only two or three times and I
burst out. I spurt five or six powerful globs of my cum all over the
grass in front of us. I jerked so hard that Holly had to place me in a
strong and firm hold with the hand that wasn’t pumping my cock.
When complete, I gasped for air and lay against her. She whispered in
my ear “Now, sweetie, you go to the pond and clean yourself up.” I
turned to look at her and she kissed my cheek. After I got up and began
walking to the water, I could feel her eyes gorging on my ass cheeks.
It was not a long swim as mountain water can be very cold, but I did
get thoroughly clean. And I was still feeling warm, even with the cold
water. I was still heated from the experience of my first handjob. When
I came out, aunt Holly was laying on a blanket.
“Dry
yourself sweetie and come sit by me.” she instructed. Once dry, I
walked over and she had me lay down next to her. The sun felt warm on
me and she applied more sunscreen. She paid special attention to my ass
and her massage of my butt cheeks felt wonderful. She was on her elbow
and so got a good look at my ass. Then she ran her finger down my butt
and spread my cheeks so she could observe my hole. She mumbled how cute
it was but didn’t touch it, greatly to my relief. I remember how
shocked I was that my aunt had actually seen my butt hole - and like
it! It took me a long while to recover from that.
She asked me
to turn over and I was relieved that I had not gotten erect - the
handjob before the swim took care of that problem. Her fingers rubbing
the sunscreen on my shoulders, chest, and legs was so soft and gentle.
Then, asking me to close my eyes, she even more gently applied the
lotion to my soft penis and my empty balls. God, did that feel good.
She really loved my balls because she must have rolled them around in
her hand for two or three moments. When I began to get hard again (I
didn’t think it was possible), she stopped.
The earlier
release, the swim, and the sunscreen rubdown relaxed me so much that I
fell asleep. When I woke, I saw her still there just smiling at me.
“I don’t mean to embarrass you, Garrett, but I either just stared at
your manhood or just rested my hand on it. You have a fine penis and
your balls are just perfect.”
That was all she said but it was
embarrassing enough. But I can’t kid myself - I loved it that she
admired and love my sex organ. As far as I was concerned, she could
look at it anytime.
Soon we dressed and headed back since my
cousins would be returning soon. But that would not be the last time at
the swimming hole in the valley by the mountain. Next time my cousins
would join us and I would again feel and be totally embarrassed.
{End of Ch. 1)
The Family Tradition, Ch. 2
by Kahuntwm
CFNM, OON
This continues the story of thirteen year old Garrett who, having been
embarrassed by his aunt Holly, will now be embarrassed in front of his
cousins.
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The following week after my intimate session with aunt Holly filled me
with wonder and embarrassment, my feelings toward my aunt had become
more intense and more loving. I didn’t want to have sex with her
because that wasn’t how I wanted to lose my virginity. I wanted to do
that with someone my age. Besides, aunt Holly had made it very clear
that my relationship with her was going to be strictly CFNM. She never
offered to or even began to remove any of her clothing. She just wanted
to caress me. She loved seeing me naked and I felt she was worshiping
my body. When I thought that, I felt - how arrogant I must be to
believe that? But what else could be happening?
Then on
Thursday (this would have been in the last week of June, as I
remember), Janet Appel, the 40 year old, the head manager of the ranch,
took my four cousins, along with her daughter, to town to buy supplies
and to help the girls buy new bathing suits. I was not too surprised
when Holly told me that she and I were going to the pool. I was very
excited when she told me that I would not need a bathing suit.
I did swim but most of the time aunt Holly and I rested on the blanket,
she dressed and me nude. We did go a step further, however. After my
swim, while I was laying down on my back, Holly suddenly sat up and
began to tickle my balls.
“Auntie,” I said with a smile, “if you keep doing that, I will get rather excited.”
“That is the whole point, nephew,” she said. “Today, I want to give you
a new experience.” With that, she leaned over and, oh, my gosh, she
opened her mouth and took my still soft penis deep inside her mouth. I
could not believe it. I was rather naive at the age of thirteen because
I never expected her to suck my cock Feeling my cock grow in her mouth
as she licked and sucked on it sent shock waves through my body.
“Jesus, aunt Holly,” I said. “This is blowing my mind.” I knew I would cum soon and told her so.
“That is the point,” she said. “I need to know how my nephew tastes.”
Apparently I taste good because when I exploded inside her mouth, she
got very excited and when I finished, she swished my cum around and
then swallowed the whole load! I just could not believe it. I was out
of my mind. And then when she told me how delicious I was, I just about
died. From that point on, I was totally under her control. I wasn’t a
fem sub or anything like that. But I thought she walked on water and I
did whatever she asked. And she had a big ‘ask’ coming up.
“As
you know from the outside showers, it is expected in this area that on
farms and ranches, males often are asked to go nude. I am going to ask
this of you - in this sense - that you consider it.”
“That would mean everyone on the ranch, including my cousins, will see my cock and balls.”
“That would be the point,” Holly said. “I am an expert concerning your
body and let me say you have a magnificent male body. Your sex organ is
a treasure. And my daughters will learn so much about men by having you
live here naked.”
“I would be so fu- so embarrassed. They will make fun of me,” I whined.
“Oh, no, sweetie,” she said, “they never would do that. Some teasing? Of course.
But they love you and will make you feel comfortable.”
“Will I ever get to see them naked?” I asked hopefully.
“Perhaps but that will never happen if they don’t see your nude self.
Also, we will have a ranch party that will include us and the families
of Janet, Molly, and Karen (the ranch hands) and some of their children
are boys. So, you would not be the only one naked then.”
I
knew I wasn’t going to win this argument. Nor was I sure I wanted to
win it. I loved that aunt Holly loved my nakedness. Wouldn’t it be cool
if my cousins did also? And who knows? I might get to see them nude.
So on Monday, the family went down to the swimming pool by the mountain
and I was as nervous as all get out. The girls were excited because
they were going to try out their new bathing suits.
At 17
years old, Mabel was a woman, not a child. When she changed and came
out of the shack, she was a stunning sight. She had the weird bra on -
one that just covered her nipples. I could see the sides and top of her
bosom. And she had impressive bosoms, I can tell you that. Her bottom
covered only half her ass cheeks and all of her sex but not much beyond
that. She was as close to being naked without being naked as possible.
Doris, at 15, did not sport the breasts that her older sister had. But
even so, they were large enough. But her bra wasn’t as racyy as Mabel’s
as it covered her full bosoms. Her bottoms were like her sister’s. Both
were sexy all over.
Of course, I was most interested in Fanny,
who at 13, was my age. She was my best friend and I was hers and we
were together on the ranch as much as possible. I thought her breasts
were as cute as hell even though they were smaller than the breasts of
her older sisters. But that's okay because hers were still developing.
I couldn’t see them but I knew my hands wanted to touch them. Her
bottom covered more of her sex area than the other two. Well, I was
hoping for more but Fanny was very cute in her new bathing suit.
Erin was only 10 but even she managed to look a little sexy. In fact, I
could not believe that I had those feelings. But her smooth body glowed
like Fanny’s body did, and I wanted to see her naked almost as much as
I wanted to see Fanny.
Once the girls were out, Mabel said, “Garrett - aren’t you going to get ready?”
“We know you don’t have a suit so why don’t you just strip now,’ Doris said.
I looked over at aunt Holly and her expression showed she was in
agreement with Doris. Well, what could I do? I knew coming here that
this would probably happen. I wasn’t sure I wanted Fanny to see me
naked. Would she be too judgemental? I wanted her to like me and will
her seeing me naked turn her off?
I shouldn’t have worried. As
soon as I pulled down my boxers, I heard Fanny squeal with delight. She
came over to me and said “Oh, god, he is about three inches.” I blushed
beet red and saw Holly laughing at my embarrassment. “Come here.
sisters,” she said to my other cousins. Soon all four were looking at
my cock and balls making all sorts of comments about how I looked.
Erin broke the spell when she innocently asked “What does Garrett use his balls for?”
As everyone laughed, I ran to the water and soon all five of us were
swimming away. The cold water kept my cock small and my balls smaller.
We had fun and no one tried to touch me or make fun of me in any way.
After the swim, we ate lunch and rested on the blankets. I remained
naked the entire time. And everyone acted as if the only boy being
naked was a natural thing, which, I guess, it was. Certainly, Mabel and
Doris, who were older than I, treated me as if I was dressed in a tux.
Fanny and Erin, however, were a bit more curious. Fanny chose to share
a blanket with me and we just lay there and talked like the great
friends we were. However, neither one of us could forget that I was
naked and she was not. She kept looking at my sex when she thought I
would not notice. I thought that was kind of cute, as did her mother
who told me later she saw it all. In fact, she thought she might
enliven things up a little.
“Okay, everyone, we are going to
be here for a while so everyone should get sunscreen on. I will take
care of Erin, Mabel and Doris take care of each other, and Fanny and
Garrett will apply lotion to each other.
Apparently I was
the only one who thought that might be inappropriate. I was glad no one
said anything. So I got the sunscreen and asked Fanny to turn over so I
could do her back. I had no trouble with her back and legs but I had to
be careful not to get my fingers ‘accidently’ under her bottom suit.
When I asked her to turn over, I got a great smile from her. I was very
careful not to touch anywhere inappropriate. I applied the lotion right
up to the cloth edge but did not go anywhere near enough that someone
might object.
Then it was my turn to receive the lotion from
Fanny. She did my back first and there were no problems until she came
to my ass cheeks. I could see her really focus on my ass and she
whispered to me how cute it was. I could see that she wanted to apply
the lotion to my cheeks but didn’t know if she should. She looked very
awkward.
“Fanny,” I said, “I will do my butt.” I turned over
and she watched my cock and balls flop around as I settled on my back.
This time she didn’t go near my genitals - it was understood that I
would take care of them.
It was a wonderful day and at the
end, we all got dressed and headed back to the house. The girls went
ahead and aunt Holly and I took care of the cleanup
“Garrett,” she said as we packed stuff up, “I want to thank you for being so mature today and not making Fanny feel awkward.”
“To be honest,” I said, “I feel more comfortable with this CFNM thing.
You all make me feel comfortable. Even so, I still get embarrassed.”
“That is your feelings speaking out - you can’t choose your emotions.
You feel as you feel. But you can rationalize and that is what you do
very well. Your brain tells you that the girls seeing you naked is
okay. And before you ask, I will say ‘yes’, - there should be a day in
the future when you will not be the only one naked.”
She put
her arm around me and we then packed the truck. All I could think about
was how much happier I was living with my aunt and cousins than I was
with my own family. Well - that was not all I was thinking about. I
also thought how great I felt when Fanny looked at my nakedness. And
how excited I felt that I might see her naked real soon.
That
night when we were having dinner and joking around, aunt Holly
announced that we would be CFNM all the time in the house. That was
news to me but the girls received the information with such enthusiasm
that I could hardly decline. Except when we had guests, I was to remain
naked. I was to be naked outside on the ranch except when it wasn’t
safe or proper. A boy, for instance, ought never to ride a horse naked.
A boy could haul manure while naked, but probably should not be naked
whenever around machinery or large tools.
Of course, we had to deal with Janet, Molly and Karen who were the ranch workers.
I suggested that I remained dressed when they were working on the ranch but Holly assured me that they would not mind.
“How would you know that?” I ask.
“They have always loved the idea of CFNM. We’ve talked about it for
years - more so since you moved here. Let me tell you, those three
would really enjoy having you naked when you work around here.”
“Do they have children of their own?” I asked.
“As a matter of fact they do. All three of them.”
“Do they have any boys?” I asked.
“Oh, yes,” Holly said. “Let’s see. Mabel has a set of twins, one boy
and one girl. They are just about the same age as you and Fanny. Molly
has three - Peter, 14, Agnes, 12, and Lois, 9. And Karen has Paul, age
15 and Paula, 13.”
“So, do the boys go naked at home?”
“No, they do not,” Holly said. “I am not sure why. Maybe the boys don’t
want to. We cannot require boys to go nude and each boy is the only boy
in his particular family. As I think you have found out,” Holly
continued, “once you go nude and get over the initial embarrassment,
you kind of grow to enjoy it. Maybe they couldn’t get everyone on board
to do CFNM. Maybe their husbands were not comfortable having their sons
be nude.”
The next day when the ranch hands arrived, Holly
talked to all of them and told them how we were practicing CFNM. She
called me to the living room.
“Garrett,” aunt Holly said,
“Janet, Molly, and Karen know about the CFNM so I think you should
strip right now so we can get all the awkwardness over with.” In truth,
I wasn’t quite ready for this - I knew it would happen - just not this
quickly.
Seeing me hesitate, Janet said “Come on sweetie, you
are a pretty boy and we want to see all your secrets.” So I took off
all my clothes and just stood in front of them in the nude. They all
approved of how I looked (of course, even if they didn’t, they all were
much too kind to say anything negative - it is odd but one always
accepts the praise but you never actually know if it is sincere).
Janet took charge and told me to get something on my feet and come
along to help her get all the horses into their pastures. So for the
next hour, there I was, naked as I could be, helping Janet move the
horses. Unlike my cousins, Janet was a bit of a tease, making comments
of how my ass cheeks moved when I walked and how my cock and balls
jumped around this way and that. Would I be vain if I said that I kind
of liked the tease? I guess I was a little vain in the first months of
living on the ranch. If you think about it, how could you not? Janet
kept all her attention on my sex organ and I was beginning to enjoy
that. Then, when I thought it through, I realized I was still very
embarrassed that she could see me naked. I may be vain but I also was
somewhat dumb.
Molly also was rather aggressive with me but
she did more than stare. I was alone in the small workshop next to the
barn, cleaning some tools and bowls. As I normally do when at the sink,
whether here in the workshop or the kitchen sink in the house, I wear a
short apron to cover my front. I did not hear Molly enter the workshop
and was startled when I felt her hand on my butt.
“Oops?”
she said, “didn’t mean to startle you. I’m just here to check things
out.” I didn’t realize the things she was going to check out were my
cock and balls. She reached right around, pushed her hands under the
apron, and gave me a sensational handjob. I was so surprised that I
just stood there, continuing to clean the stuff. Then she released me
and pushed her hand between my legs and massaged just my testicles. I
have to admit, I loved the sensation I was feeling as my balls were
moved around and gently squeezed by her delicate fingers. It was a long
handjob and I sported an erection. I then turned around and she saw my
apron pushed out by my excited penis.
“Oh, my,” Molly said.
She untied the apron and left me standing there completely nude. She
noticed the precum forming on my pee hole and with a finger, swept it
off and into her mouth. “Oh, my, my,” she said with a smile, “you do
taste good.”
I guess I was expecting that she would do more than just ‘taste’ but alas, she did not.
She stood up and kissed my cheek. “My son Peter is about your age,
Garrett, and I have always dreamed of doing this to him. You make a
great substitute.” Both me and my cock deflated in a hurry.
Disappointed, I asked her “I take it Peter is a fan of the nudist
lifestyle?”
“Regrettably no,” she said. “But I hope to change
that when we are all here for the ranch party.” (I found out later that
it was a party aunt Holly had for the family and the ranch hands and
their families.) “You, of course, will be naked during that party.”
(That was news to me). I expect you to encourage Peter to let his mommy
see his little sex organ.”
Karen, the third and youngest ranch
hand, enjoyed working with me while I was in the nude but she didn’t do
any touching. It turned out, it was just work - doing a job.
I
guessed I finally found someone on the ranch who wasn’t as impressed as
everyone else was about my nudity. Or was she the only one being
honest. Later I learned that neither was the case.
But the
thing that really settled me into the concept of CFNM was that I
finally got to see Fanny naked. Not only saw, but also got to touch a
little. One day, Fanny and I had been working together and were both
sweaty. So we asked Holly if we could go for a swim.
“I guess
so but none of us (meaning the adults) can supervise so be very careful
when swimming.” So off we went and I could hear Holly giggling as she
watched us walk away, me being naked and Fanny fully dressed. When we
got to the mountain pool, and knowing that we were alone, I playfully
suggested that she should go naked.
Fanny paused and
demurred. I guess she wasn’t comfortable with me seeing her naked. I
understood but I was a little annoyed. After all, she had seen me naked
- all the time, in fact - it didn’t seem fair that I couldn’t see her
privates.
“Come on, Fanny,” I said, “I was just teasing you. You look great in your swimsuit - let’s go swimming.”
But she stopped me and said, “Garrett, just stand there.”
I stood there naked and watched Fanny’s face as her eyes left my eyes
and she looked down my body and her eyes stopped at my sex. Of course,
she had seen me naked just a week before at this same place. But now, I
guess, she had me by herself and the sly smile she had told me she
liked what she saw.
“Garrett, you are so cute when you are naked.”
“I bet you are just as cute but I can’t tell yet,” I replied with a
broad grin. I thought she might resist or fear her embarrassment. I
knew from experience that while one might always be embarrassed when
naked in front of someone, the greatest embarrassment is the first
time. But Fanny is a tough person and she quickly took off the bra
section of her swimsuit and revealed her magnificent breasts. They were
not large, which, of course, I could tell without actually seeing them.
But now that I could see her bosoms, I would say that they were perfect
for a thirteen year old.
“Oh, gosh, Fanny,” I said with wonderment, “those fit you perfectly. Can I see the rest of you?”
“If you want,” she said softly. So I walked over to her, kneeled down
in front of her, and untied the two strings. Her bottoms flowed down
and their she was, proudly (I hope) displaying her pretty sex. I was
surprised that she had pubic hair but she didn’t have enough to hide
her vagina.
After staring at her sex for a few seconds, I
got up and we stood looking at each other with embarrassed smiles.
“Close your eyes,” I asked. She did. And then I placed my fingers on
her neck and slowly began to move them down toward her breasts. I was
surprised that I had the nerve to do this. If she was going to resist
me touching her, this would be the time. She did not. My fingers flowed
on her bosoms and when I got to her nipples, I circled them.
“Is this okay,” I quietly asked.
“Only as long as it is you,” she replied. “Your fingers feel so nice.”
What I was feeling felt very nice, too. I also was happy I was
controlling my penis and keeping it soft. I was finding out how
wonderful it was that I seemed to be able to control my cock more than
it could control me.
I slowly went to my knees as my fingers
proceeded toward her sex. I gently rubbed her as I ran my fingers
through her pubes. She was watching me touch her and so I told her what
I wanted to do.
“I would like it if you kissed me there but
only kiss,” she whispered. So I placed my nose on her bush to smell her
and my lips to her labia to taste her. She was absolutely delicious. I
was quick about it because I wanted her first intimate experience with
a boy to be a comfortable and satisfying one. So I stood up and kissed
her on her lips.
She then placed her fingers on my nips as if
she knew how sensitive my nipples were to me. Soon she was on her knees
in front of me with my penis and testicles an inch from her face. She
nuzzled her nose in my pubes and kissed my penis. Still soft, she then
put my cock in her mouth and briefly sucked it. Then she stopped -
perhaps she felt that a soft cock was fine but an erected one was a
step too far for her first time touching a boy.
That afternoon
was a treasured moment for the both of us. Neither one of us lost our
virginity that day, and over the next few weeks when we shared our
private time at the pool, we never did more than just touch, sometimes
with tongue and lips, but usually just hands.
One day when
we were at the mountain pool, she was rubbing sunscreen on me and then,
cautiously, began to stroke my penis. I just lay there as she massaged
my balls with one hand (she now knew how much I enjoyed that), and
stroked my penis with her other. She smiled and giggled as I ejaculated
my cum over my stomach and chest. I think she loved seeing that as much
as I loved the feeling.
From then on, I never felt embarrassed
when Fanny saw me naked (which was essentially all the time as the
ranch remained CFNM) but I was comfortable being with her while I was
nude. And, of course, whenever she and I went to the pool, I got to
investigate her sweet and beautiful body.
What I didn’t know
was that over the following weeks, I was again to experience the
feeling of acute embarrassment. Up to now, only my aunt, cousins, and
the three ranch hands had seen me naked. But now, that list was going
to really grow.
{End of Part 2}