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 Naturally

   By Boy Trainer

   This story is complete fiction.  All characters are fictional and should
never be confused with anyone living or dead.  Any resemblance to any other
persons is completely coincidental.

   Although the author believes in naturalism and the natural lifestyle as
a perfectly healthy way to raise a family, true Naturalists will neither
confirm nor deny the existence of any of the practices depicted in this
story.

   There is also a difference between naturalism, naturism, nudism and
casual nudists and they are not to be confused with swingers or other
sexual beliefs and/or practices.

   This story contains graphic scenes that may be unsuitable or even
illegal for some readers.  Parental digression is suggested and parents
should always advise their children as to what is and is not acceptable
sexual behavior.  If you don't, Bad Parents you!  That's child neglect!





   It's about fucking time!  I thought as I casually glanced over to the
couch from time to time.  Some would say it was voyeurism watching two
twelve-year-olds lose their virginity to each other, but in this case I
have to disagree.

   Oh there was no doubt that I was fully enjoying the erotic show that was
taking place right before my eyes and I would never deny that.  I even
reached over to the end table next to me, gathering up three fingers full
of Vaseline, then started to coat my achingly and ever hardening cock with
the slipper goop.

   I never beat off dry.  I learned as a boy from my dad to use some sort
of lubricant because dicks are designed for use in warm and slippery places
such as pussies, asses and mouths.  For as long as I can remember there has
always been a jar of Vaseline, a clean hand towel, a couple of sexual toys
along with some erotic visual aids in our nightstands when we were kids.

   You see dicks have thin and delicate skin (foreskin) far thinner skin
than covers the rest of our bodies.  Just under that skin are trillions of
nerve endings.  Far more nerve endings than anywhere else in the body; with
the exceptions of the nerves in the souls of feet.

   Masturbation has always been considered as natural as going to the
bathroom, eating, drinking or anything humans need to do to survive.  It's
normal and actually the health benefits are really important to a boy's
development as it turns out.

   Beating off dry causes friction especially beating off at high speed
like I have seen so many boys doing when I was growing up.  I remember my
best friend Bobby William's dick had dark patches on the top and bottom of
the shaft.

   I remember he would grip it tightly with his thumb on top and two
fingers on the bottom.  Then he would rampantly whack off and it would look
as though I was viewing it on fast forward till he finally gripped his
balls tightly with his free hand, wince as though he was in pain, curl his
toes and shoot several ropes of boy cum straight over his head always
hitting the same stain on the wall, while never once getting a drop of his
cum anywhere else on his body.

   It sure saved him from having to clean up I can tell you, but my
wallpaper looked like crap.  There was always this big old greasy looking
wet stain over my headboard and I even went as far as to draw target
circles where the center was and we made a game of it.

   Mom and dad would always joke that if it were a bar game, twin beds
would replace dartboards and pool tables and Bobby would be the local jack
off hustler.  As it turned out he did become a hustler, but beating off was
just one skill he became professional at.

   Anyways, you know I'm talking from scientific experience when I tell you
that he really did himself a disservice by pumping on his dick dry because
unlike any other boy I blew on a regular basis while growing up, it took me
far longer to get him off, till he gushed boy cum down my wanting young
throat.  Afterwards my jaw would ache for days.

   Dad always said that was because he had destroyed so many nerve endings
by whacking off dry that his dick was less sensitive.

   Because he was so shy about openly talking sex with my parents, I had to
relay the warnings from my dad to him, but he never believed me.

   "Ask him for yourself." I would prod him.

   "No fucking way!" he would say.  "How can you talk to your own father
about sex stuff?"

   He just couldn't understand that to us talking about sex in my family
was as natural as talking about anything to do with health.  It was like
talking about whole grain verses white bread.

   Perhaps that's why he became a crack whore prostitute.  He simply wasn't
able to communicate his sexual questions with his socially conservative and
religiously inept parents.

   I see him from time to time on the cover of some gay S&M videotapes all
gagged and tied up.  At least he found his calling in life.

   I'm sorry, let me get back to the events taking place next to me on the
couch.  I get to thinking about Bobby's cock and my mind wanders.  I mean
even though there was discoloration from the scars of him beating off it
was beautiful beyond belief and to this day I get shivers thinking about it
and watching it get crushed in a vise by black leather hooded men and as
exciting as that is, I can't help but wonder what if he used lubricant like
he should have?

   Just like Bobby's dick at his age Brandon's dick is about four inches
hard, but Brandon's dick has a little more girth to it giving it a stout
look.  The smoothness of the pelvic V surrounding his hairless and almost
wrinkle free scrotum sack looks mouth watering too.

   How I love to wrap my lips around those little morsels.  Sometimes I
even bite down.  Just a little bit, till he screams and tears run down his
cheeks.  Then I let up.

   I can only imagine how it must feel filling that hairless virgin cunt to
the stretching point as he fumbles with inexperience trying nervously to
find the hole that his dripping gland is pressing unsuccessfully against.

   It was aggravating watching too, because I so wanted to casually waddle
over there, slowly slicking my own dick and reach between them to help him
guide it in.

   No, I wouldn't do that because that's something a boy has to learn to do
on his own.

   In fact I'm a firm believer in letting things happen naturally.  I guess
that goes along with being raised as a naturalist myself.  While some
families are Catholic and some are Jewish and some are Wicca my family has
always been Naturalist.

   It's not like we are Atheists or anything like that.  We do believe in a
higher power, but the higher power is Mother Nature herself.  We believe
that nature is a force almost like is depicted in Star Wars.  There is a
positive and a negative pull, but neither can exist without the other.

   For example, millions of years ago and even before humans were just a
collection of germ like sludge oozing in some primordial soup that puddled
somewhere; the dinosaurs roamed the earth.  Then as we all know a large
meteor hit the earth wiping them out.

   True naturalists believe that, that catastrophic event, though being
tragic for the dinosaurs; it was good for humans and all of the other
animals now populating the Earth and even the universe.  No matter how many
other life forms die even if it's just one life there is always another
life somewhere possibly at that very instance to take its place.

   It's like a drop of water.  That same random drop of water that you can
find anywhere on earth, or at least the chemical molecules that make up
that drop of water has always been on this planet ever since water first
formed on it.  This is because gravity and the O-zone keeps everything here
with its natural pull.

   The same goes for life.  Sure there may be a decline in some species,
but at the same time there is an increase in others.  Like there may be
fewer fish in the oceans or fewer bison on land, but there are more of
other plants and animals like dogs, cats, birds and humans to take up the
same space in time.  There is always the same amount of life at one time
just like there is always that same drop of water.

   What does all this have to do with the two prepubescent virgins on the
couch to my left?  I'm getting to that, but while I do that you should take
the time to get yourself some sort of lubricant if you're beating off. 
Remember dicks aren't designed for dry use.

   Now I imagine that you found this story while looking for something to
beat off to and right about now you are getting annoyed with the lack of
eroticism.  Don't worry for yes this is an erotic tale.  In fact believe it
or not I'm betting that your inevitable climax will be so dramatic and
Earth shattering that you will thank me on bended knees for writing it.

   Yes, because no matter what you are into.  No matter what your fetish is
or how many they are.  No matter how nasty your thoughts or how guilty you
feel for them after you cum.  I'm not only going to give you the climax of
your life, but I'm going to wipe your conscious clean.

   You will never again feel shame or guilt for them so called "Impure
thoughts" because I am going to prove that you are the way you are by
nature's own design and no matter how perverse you think you are, believe
it or not that's just the way you're supposed to be.

   Oh I see the head of the lad's youthfully smooth cock has disappeared
leaving only the shaft visible.  He's halted his descent into her depths
like a good and responsible lover to insure that she is willing to let him
proceed.  He's such a good boy.

   Before I really get started here, let me explain that I'm not really
concerned about people who are looking for a cheap thrill because they
stayed home sick from work and having nothing else to do decided to hit the
internet in the slim and dashed hopes of luring some unsuspecting kid to
their lair.

   No, I'm writing this story more for the young student playing hooky from
school.  By reading this story your education is going to far exceed
anything you will ever get from your biology teacher Mr.  or Miss Smith.

   You see, sex like everything else in this universe is a natural thing.
Trust me, if nature wants it to happen it will happen and nature wants you
to have sex.  That's not to say that nature wants you to mate and or
conceive offspring, but rest assured that nature wants you to have sex and
eventually have sex you will.

   Look...  All animals have natural enemies or what are called predators.
Each predator has it's own unique method to take down a prey.  For example
a shark has rows and rows of continually regenerating razor sharp teeth.

   On the other hand each prey has developed defenses that are just as
unique to counter the offensive actions of its natural enemy.  Like
dolphins for instance, in order to defend against sharks they have an
extremely hard and blunt snout that can ram a shark hard enough to kill it.

   The same holds true for sex amongst both flora and fauna.  Each plant
and or animal on Earth has his or her own unique method of sex and
conception.

   Take for example the Salmon.  Now a salmon only gets to have sex once in
its lifetime.  Once it climaxes it has used up all of its life force to do
so and it dies, but oh God I bet the feeling it gets doing so makes it well
worth the slow and agonizing death that follows.

   I remember the first time I fucked.  Oh man I remember that so well!

   Now, I'm not talking about the first time someone fucked me, so don't
make that mistake.  I may get to that later.  I'm talking about like the
boy on the couch, the first time I slipped my own dick inside a wet and
wanting pussy for the first time.

   I was eleven years old as a matter of fact and as a matter of fact. 
Just a few months younger than the two before me since they had only
recently turned twelve.

   I had just finished watching my parents fucking their brains out once
again.  We all slept in the same room.  Usually we slept in the same bed,
(Our family has always believed in the family bed theory.) but every now
and then everyone needs a little privacy so we kids were politely asked to
sleep on the other mattresses strewn about in the large master bedroom.

   We did all have our own rooms too.  (Mostly for appearances or when we
had our friends sleeping over.  Like Bobby for example) Like I said
everyone needs a little privacy and that even goes for nudist families like
we were.  It really didn't matter that we had all seen each other nude day
in and day out and that there was nothing to hide.

   Sometimes though you just want to be left alone and once in a while to
just masturbate in blissful solitude, although we were taught to call it
making love to ourselves.

   Anyway, I knew mom and dad were in the mood to be watched.  They were
always very big exhibitionists.  Why else wouldn't they have asked us to
retire to our own rooms and why else would they have left the lights on as
they frantically gripped and clawed at each other knowing there was a room
full of us kids and their own parents watching on?

   There was never shame in our house.  Shame is not a natural emotion.  It
has to be learned and our parents simply refused to teach it.

   So, there I was with my head comfortably propped up on my upturned elbow
watching my dad's huge man meat slam home in mom's juicy outstretched cunt
when I felt someone's soft arm wrap around me from behind.

   Whomever it was tenderly pulled me in for a tight and warm embrace and
soon began to fondle my three inches of rock hard and quite bald boy cock.
Instantly I knew it was one of my sisters because if it were one of my
brothers I would have felt a rock hard and dribbling cock pressing against
my little ass crack and it probably would already be seeded will inside my
bowels by that time.

   My brother never bothered with the polite formalities of an invitation.
They would usually just come up behind me even if I were sleeping and start
shoving it home.  To be honest though that's the way I like it.

   Sometimes I would even climb over their slumbering bodies and straddle
their nocturnal piss hard-ons, sliding them deep in me or I wouldn't be
able to sleep that night.

   When I felt the feather soft warm kisses on the back of my neck I longed
for those lips whomever they belonged to, to press against my own.  So,
leaving my parents to entertain my other siblings I rolled over in my spot
to find my sister Angela smiling at me and then she leaned in and kissed me
tenderly on the lips.  (I love kissing.)

   I knew Angela was no virgin even though I was a year older than her at
the time.  I had watched my older brothers fucking the shit out of that
bald mound many times before.

   Hell, sometimes I would even feel with my fingers or lick with my tongue
the actual joining between each one of my brother's teen sized dicks as
they drew in and out of one of my sister's wet and welcoming cunts or even
one of my brother's or sister's well experienced and gaping ass holes while
it was being rammed by another brother's, dad's, uncle's or even grandpa's
rigid member.

   Normally I was naturally drawn more towards dick than pussy and that was
something that was even questioned in my family.  With us there was no gay,
straight or bi.  It just wasn't an issue, but as our youthful tongues
dueled and she rolled me over her spreading her thin legs so that I could
snake between them, I knew I was about to experience fucking a pussy for
the very first time and I was all for that.

   With the way my small and thin dick jetted at a forty-five degree angle
from my smooth preteen pubic bone area it just seemed to torpedo directly
where it needed to be.  There was no fumbling around while trying to find
my sister's hole.  It just seemed to get sucked right in like it was custom
formed just for that specific occasion.

   When I felt the warm and moist walls of her exquisite pussy accept my
full three-inch hairless cock I had to take a deep breath in with as
unbelievable as it felt.  It was like nothing I have ever experienced
before.

   Well, to be fair I hadn't yet fucked an ass either at that point.  I've
tried, but it seemed my dick was always too small to do me much good.  My
brother's ass cheeks were always too large and kept my little dick just out
of reach of their holes.

   I felt my own silky smooth balls get moist with the juices of my
sister's ever widening cunt softly pressing against them and I so wanted
them to somehow slip in with my dick so that they could feel the same
wonderful feeling my cock was recieving.

   Oh my god I even wanted to slither my hips in there too and as a matter
of fact I wanted to somehow pile my whole body in there even as impossible
as I knew that to be.  Still, that didn't stop me from trying and Angela
must have been thinking the same thing because she was gripping each of my
firm, but soft ass cheeks with her hands and pulling me in with all of her
might.

   Next I felt a finger slick with what I knew to be Vaseline (We are brand
loyal because Vaseline feels the best.) sliding between my taught orbs
rhythmically flexing as I fucked my sister.  I knew the finger wasn't hers
because she had a full palm grasp on both of my ass cheeks and her legs
were wrapped around my legs just below.

   Then just when I was on a downward thrust to fully imbed myself inside
my sister again the finger penetrated my rectum and slid all the way to the
knuckle of the hand it belonged to.  This seemed to have the affect of
sucking the finger in me like a ship pulling sailors under as it sinks.

   When it was pulled out and as if on cue my sister released the grip her
legs had around mine so I could spread my own legs for the blunt intrusion
that we both knew was soon to follow and sure enough another set of legs
soon occupied the space between mine, but I paid it little attention
because my focus was on the feeling that her sloshing wet pussy was giving
my own dick.

   We froze momentarily letting who I guessed was my fifteen-year-old
brothers Josh get comfortably fitted inside my bowels and when he started
his thrusts it set the rhythm for me to start mine again.  He had done this
many times before even though I hadn't, so I let him lead as if we were
dancing.

   With a nice and thick six inch teen cock pressing against my young bud
of a prostate, (which is how I prefer it actually.) The quick, short, but
massively powerful pulsations of my young climax began immediately.

   In fact I think that was the first time semen actually spewed forth from
my prepubescent little cocklet, because Angela moaned in ecstasy "Yeah,
flood me Denial.  That feels so good!"

   I actually shot off twice in her because even though I had climaxed
already it would have been rude to not let Josh if that was him not to have
a chance to do the same in me.  So, with me still inside Angela I lay flat
on her as my brother pumped his own load up my hungry ass.

   I figured the evidence that I had a wet climax came the next morning
when I masturbated before getting out of bed.  I soaked myself from my chin
down to my belly button with little droplets of clear boy cum and I was so
proud of myself I that I actually ran around the house all day stopping now
and then to add more cum to my belly then letting it air dry to my evenly
tanned abdomen.

   Being nude around the house was a part of being raised as naturalists
true, but it was never a rule for the girls as much as it was for us boys.

   Besides the fact that girls like making themselves up to look nice and
they like to wear pretty things.  Our parents certainly understood that,
but being nude as much as possible is physically important for boys for a
few good reasons.

   The number one reason is that testis are meant to be cool.  Testis
should be lower than the core body temperature of 37 degrees c.  So, we
boys were always kept nude at home and were never allowed to take hot baths
or sit in the sauna or spa.  Especially for teens because the high risk
ages for testicular cancer is between the ages of fourteen and twenty-two.

   With this information always being pummeled in our mind us boys would
practically be horsewhipped for not shedding our clothes as soon as we
entered the house.  At the time we were being punished we didn't realize
they were doing it for our own health, but we understand know.

   Another thing about boys especially in our house was that boys get
erections.  Hell, I've always been told that I was born with one.

   To us, erections are natural, normal and healthy things.  Even around
the girls and probably especially around the girls we boys were always
sporting one.  We were practically walking, talking, living, and breathing
flagpoles.  I always had a little stiffy leading the way as I pattered
around the house in my all together.

   There was no shame in having a boner as far as we were concerned.  They
didn't always have to do with sex or the need to have sex either.

   "Sometimes..." Mom would say.  "It's just natures way of making sure
everything is working properly."

   The real harm mom and dad felt was trying to mentally control erections.
Forcing yourself to go soft was the real reason that many men have a
problem getting a boner later in life.

   "Just let those little hard-on's happen." Dad told us.  "If it gets
uncomfortable and nobody else is around to help out, just grab the Vaseline
and teach that stiff dick what for."

   Although there was hardly ever a time when there wasn't at least one
member of the family around who was more than willing to help out. 
Everyone understood the discomfort of a persistent adolescent boner. 
Especially when they get so hard they throb painfully.

   It's always easy to distinguish between the different types of erections
boys get although to the uneducated non-naturist woman they may not even
know there is a difference.

   Some foolishly believe that all boners are sexual in nature, but that's
simply not true.  Aside from the piss hard-ons boys get in the mornings
there are the sun hard-ons where just the warmth of the sun or the cool
wind can cause.

   I could tell instantly when Brandon sat on the sofa to join me in
watching the video that I had just edited that his growing erection was
sexually motivated.  After all who could blame him for getting horned up
watching his younger nine-year-old brother being trained as a submissive
slave boy?

   We always knew that Tyler, the boy in question was destined to be a
slave even from birth.  There is a simple way to tell if a boy is naturally
attracted to one sex or the other, just as there is a way to tell if he is
naturally dominant or submissive and in Tyler's case it was totally clear
that he is not only very gay, but also absolutely submissive.

   It was so obvious that to not train him as a slave would have been doing
him a great injustice.

   If you look at a boy's right hand take a good gander at the lengths of
his fingers.  If the ring finger on his right hand is longer than the
length of his index finger, then the boy is naturally attracted to the same
sex.

   An older boy may protest that because of his upbringing or he would
simply want to stay neatly tucked away in the closet, but it's true.  That
is how you know someone's natural sexual identity.

   If the index finger on the right hand is longer than the ring finger,
then the boy is naturally attracted to girls and the longer the one is to
the other, the more extreme the attraction.

   If they were the same length then he would naturally be bisexual
depending again in which direction one is more than the other.  Like if
they seem to be the same in length, but say the index finger is slightly
longer; then he is bisexual, but leans more towards girls and visa versa.

   Likewise, if you look at his left hand and the same is true where the
ring finger is loner, then the index finger then the boy is naturally
submissive.

   This means that he would rather do what others tell him to do much more
than to tell other's what to do.  Especially in sex he would get much
greater joy knowing that his partner was fully satisfied, way before he
could even conceive of satisfying his own burning lust.

   The longer the ring finger is to the length of the index finger the
happier he will be to please others.

   Specifically for Tyler that means he wants to please men.  So not
knowing how to please men, to him would be like playing a video game that
is far to easy for him.  He would get bored and disinterested in sex and we
couldn't have that.

   In every animal the same is true.  There are dominant and submissive
members in all groups, herds, pods, schools or packs.  There needs to be
for a group, heard or pack to survive.

   Without workers, there would be no executives.  Without soldiers there
would be no need for officers and without officers there would be no wars
and so on and so on.

   Brandon on the other hand is naturally bisexual leaning more towards the
same sex.  He is also naturally dominant, so watching his younger brother's
training video was especially exciting for the older boy.

   How could he not get sexually excited watching the nine-year-old getting
lashed by a cat-o-nine-tails while having a ten inch clear tempered glass
dildo shoved up his tiny pink pucker while being told to bark like a dog?

   I mean I was feeling sorry for the kid.  No, not Tyler, but Brandon. 
Here he was with what looked like one hell of an erection pleading for
relief and I was about to offer my assistance when Barbara came in and
flopped next to him.  Damn all the rotten luck anyway!

   I know I could go over there and join in on their fun, but I wanted to
see if they would finally have full out intercourse or were they just going
to mutually masturbate or orally stimulate each other as they had been
doing all along.

   It was fun watching them as toddlers and small preschoolers touch and
fondle each other's little private parts as kids that age will do.  Then
when they turned towards grade school age they would play doctor and later
they plaid truth or dare always getting more and more inquisitive as they
grew.

   Oops, There...  Just then I watched Brandon's precious cocklet plummet
past Barbara's hymen like a roofer falling through to the attic below!  How
adorable is that?  Just like the aggressive dominator he is, he didn't even
wait for Barbara to adjust to the pain before he started his frantic
rutting of her newly plucked flower.

   Just in time for me to now focus on Tyler's breath control training as
my older brother Josh shoves his now ten inch man-sized cock down Tyler's
tiny throat and holds it there with the boy bucking frantically for even a
wheeze of air to at least whisper his lungs.

   I grip my slicked up cock now having two shows before me.  One of my
older brother now spitting in young Tyler's face calling him "Whore!" and
telling him what a worthless piece of shit he is and the other of young
Brandon's ass cheeks dimple as he drives his twelve-year-old almost
hairless cock as deep as he can get it in his own twin sister's now
bleeding cunt.

   My eyes dart back and forth between the TV monitor and the couch as I
slowly masturbate to both.  The only thing that would make it better would
be in knowing if I had actually fathered any of these kids wandering nude
about the house.

   However, in our family we only know and care who the mothers are
anymore. Keeping track of who fucks whom is too complicated and frankly why
bother?  We don't document births anyway.

   What the government doesn't know can't hurt you and once it's on paper
the government gets nosey.  Especially when the child they know to exist
don't go to school.  They tech kids the wrong things in school anyway.

   It's only simple mathematics that tells us who my father was.  Our
grandparents figured out that it had to happen when my mom and her brother
Tony went to the mid winter naturist festival down in Florida.  But then
again who cares?

   It will be really interesting to see if nine months from now we accept a
new member into our family.  We'll have the room after all since we got
some forty thousand dollars from the sale of Tyler.  We expect to hand over
his leash next month.  Just like in nature when there is a missing life one
replaces it.  Maybe at least we can get a dog for once.