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.




