Chapter 29
Battle of the Meadow
Mom and Dad started a passionate kissing frenzy, causing confusion as we all intertwined on the bed. In the midst of the intense pleasure, our bodies intertwined in a whirlwind of sensations, each touch igniting a fire within us. As we kissed and explored each other's bodies, the pressure on my bed seemed to intensify, giving me a fleeting worry that it might not withstand our passionate encounter. Mom climbed on top of Dad, and Dillon settled on top of me, recreating the familiar comfort we had before my foster parents entered my room. Watching Mom and Dad engage in a private act of intimacy, with Dillon lying beneath me, enveloping me in his embrace and kissing me, caused a wave of embarrassment to overcome me.
As Dillon kissed me again, he nonchalantly remarked that his parents were often seen engaging in similar behavior in front of others. I knew he was right because I had witnessed it with my own eyes. Striving to ignore them, I redirected my attention to finding joy in Dillon's presence. The limited space of my bed, shared with Mom and Dad, prevented me from fully enjoying my own pleasures. While we waited for them to complete their intimate moment, Dad let out a sigh of contentment as he pulled away from Mom's sweet spot. He then looked at Dillon and me, inquiring if we would help clean her out. Dillon's sudden leap completely caught me off guard, causing Dad to rush out of the way.
I watched as Dillon gently laid down on top of Mom, his long bare legs and feet stretching across her bare breasts and shoulders. With an adventurous spirit, he delighted in the taste and touch of Mom's body, driving her wild with desire. To dispel any doubts about his sexual orientation, he confidently showed his enjoyment of spending time with both males and females.
Mom and Dad motioned me to do the same. I questioned how I was going to fit both of us on top of her, but Dillon moved enough giving me room so I could have some. As we shared her sweet spot filled with my foster Dad's nectar. I could feel her taking my toes and Dillon sucking them, giving us both an equal share of pleasure. Stepping back with unrestrained amusement, Dad couldn't stop himself from laughing as if it was the most hilarious moment he had ever experienced. Dad shared with Mom his thoughts on my readiness for sexual experiences, emphasizing that my official transition marked a significant milestone in my life. I heard Mom's voice, filled with agreement. With a loud moan of yes! She was overcome with desire, eagerly anticipating the moment when I and Dillon would fulfill her sexual fantasies.
The thought of being intimate with Mom made me gasp in disbelief and cringe, overwhelmed by the uncertainty of whether I was prepared for that level of closeness. Engaging in oral sex was one thing, but the other act was a completely different experience. The thought of being ready for that, or even reaching that point, seemed distant and uncertain in my mind.
As soon as Dillon caught my eye, he instantly recognized my feelings and motioned to his watch, showing that we were running out of time, and said. "Let's skip that part for now and come back to it later." I was so relieved that I wanted to kiss the guy, but he quickly reminded me we had to get ready for our dates that evening. With a deep sigh of disappointment, Mom reassured me we would make it happen when I came home next. Mom referred to the position as "the spider" - with Dillon lying on his back and me climbing onto the bed in the opposite direction, our bodies aligned, bringing our intimacy to a new level.
This part I didn't mind, but Mom had to remind me by whispering in my ear that I now get to do this with all my best friends when we get home. I couldn't help but cringe as I imagined my three best friends, desperately trying to shake the disturbing image out of my mind, questioning whether my parents were truly serious. But the way she said it, there was a certain conviction in her voice that made it clear it was bound to occur. Oh God, I am so going to hell.
Unlike me, Dillon was quite comfortable with this idea, which concerned me. Mom and Dad worked tandem once more, having us scoot in the middle of the bed, trading penises every so often until we both fully climaxed with Dad and Mom sharing us with them and us with the same passionate kiss.
Mom instructed Dillon to roll over onto his stomach while Dad positioned himself with Dillon's head between his legs. Dillon wasted no time grasping Dad's softness and his sack into his mouth, in contrast to my hesitancy. My mind couldn't help but imagine my best friends partaking in this once again. With expert hands, Mom tended to our legs and feet, kneading away any soreness and providing much-needed relaxation. With his legs spread, Mom directed me to move up and apply pressure to his back and shoulders, while she expertly attended to the area between his legs and buttocks. Not a single twitch or movement came from Dillon, demonstrating his unwavering composure. Without skipping a beat, he continued his actions with Dad, adjusting his stance to provide her better access as she thoroughly licked inside his buttocks, just like Nora had done with me while we were out on the boat.
When it was my turn, Mom had me switch with Dillon. Dad's arousal was nearly returning; Mom did the same to me as she did Dillon. Despite my efforts to remain calm, the mere idea of someone getting close to that place filled me with fear. I had reached my limit and was more than ready to extricate myself from this unpleasant predicament now that they had finished with us, at least for now. However, I had no doubt that there would be many more occasions like this in my immediate future.
Mom instructed us to take a quick shower together, ensuring that we washed off all the lotion. With the instructions in hand, she instructed us to apply the apple spice fragrance to each other, allowing the girls to decide where they wanted it on our bodies. We were becoming best friends in more than one way, just like Dillon said we were becoming soulmates, so she left the bathroom, the sound of the door closing echoing in the silence. I had to confess that I was completely immersed in the enjoyment of it. At that very moment, I had an epiphany. - being bisexual wasn't the terrible thing I had always believed it to be, and a newfound sense of self-acceptance filled me. Contrary to my initial assumption based on its classification as "gay," it turned out to differ from what I had imagined. This misconception was quickly dispelled as I discovered my genuine attraction to girls. Dillon became the first boy I felt a connection with, not counting my foster Dad, three younger foster brothers, and Mr. Rockwater.
With the idea, a wave of calm washed over me, and my mind overflowed with anticipation for the myriads of adventures and deep connections that were within reach. The bond between Dillon and me was so strong because we shared the same likes, dislikes, and experiences, making us feel like brothers and best friends. Like Dillon said Soulmates has a nice ring to it.
Just as I was about to offer Dillon my toothbrush, I noticed he had his own, but he surprised me with a deep, grateful kiss that took my breath away. I was unsure about the girls' reactions tonight when it came to the idea of me being intimate with Dillon. I wondered how my three mermaids and the other girls I spent time with would take it if they discovered our connection.
Yet then again, I could live with it. It's worth mentioning that Shawn's sexual orientation, being bisexual, differs from being gay. Not only was he a child molester, but he also engaged in homosexual activities that were considered extremely offensive. Both Dillon and I were not Shawn, thus neither of us could be categorized as gay or a pedophile. Our actions never involved the exploitation and violation of young boys through rape. Neither of us had any intention of engaging in non-consensual sexual activity with anyone.
The question I was facing was, how am I going to face my mother and my grandmother? Curiosity consumes me as I imagine the various reactions they might have when they learn about my new sexual preferences. They will likely disown me, causing a deep sense of abandonment. I had no excitement about the impending conversation, knowing it would be difficult. No, not even a little bit.
When we were dressed in our uniforms, he was being Confederate, and I, a Yankee, said we were brothers by circumstances. Mom took a picture of both of us so he could have one of me and me having one of him. Dad wanted to give me pointers on how to fight with a sword so Dillon wouldn't kick my butt so easily. The swords were quite blunt, but they rang true metal on metal and stung just as hard if we hit each other for not paying attention. I earned several new bruises.
Dad noted the time for us to be off, giving both me and Dillon a kiss as we had done before. Dad had my horse saddled and ready to go as Dillon had ridden his over already saddled. Mom took another quick picture of the two of us riding off into the sun to go kidnap our fair maidens.
Both the girls were sunning themselves, waving, fans said. "Oh my, I do hope they are not here to kill us or ravage us?" And giggled, taking off down the beach barefoot, making it hard for us to get them. Man, I hated boots in the sand. In fact, I hated clothing even more. I could see Dillon sweating and working hard as much as I was. The girls screamed as we got closer, begging us to catch them said. "Please, good sirs we are but lonely women, and our menfolk have gone off to war."
Dillon knew the next line by heart. "Then more for us, my dear ladies. War is hard for men such as us and grows weary in the loin with no favors."
My line was next as I pulled it out of my pocket, skimming it and glad I was permitted my glasses. "All we ask is but a kiss and a rose of our affection."
Having them say. "A kiss, just a kiss? But ye jest, I see you want more than it is upon your lips." That was our queue to kiss them and hoist them over our shoulders.
If they were really being kidnapped, they would have put up more of a fight. I kissed the girl who was closer to me and lifted her up over my shoulders. Having them yell. "Help! Help! Save us! We're being set upon by rogues." Which was the next queue to gag them as we kissed them once again and took our bandanna and gagged them comfortable enough not to hurt them, and once more lifted them onto our shoulders as they kicked us lightly and carried them to our awaiting horses?
Again, they didn't run. In fact, they helped us as we each lifted our girl onto the horse and climbed up, placing them in front of us. They giggled as we placed our arms around them and screamed as they lowered their gags. Dillon and I gave their parents a salute and headed to the meadow. When we arrived, blankets were spread out with two large picnic baskets and a cooler full of drinks. I picketed the horses as Dillon saw to our fair maidens.
We had turned around just before two more boys came out dressed like us. The girls screamed. "Help us! We were kidnapped!" Dillon pulled out his sword and gave me a nod to do the same. Even though he was more skilled than I was, it was all in good fun as the girls begged them to save them. We fought brilliantly as we went toe to toe with our would-be enemy. They died a hero's death. Girls screamed, pouring their hearts out to the dead soldiers, kissing them passionately as they lay dead, making us wish we were the ones getting that affection.
Dillon growled. "I have changed my mind, dear brother. I want these girls for myself," took out his sword out of the dead soldier.
I followed suit and did the same. As the boys crawled away, they gave a soldier's salute, fading into their own world of mischief, while the girls they had brought eagerly counted down the minutes until their return. As I assumed my position, I spoke my line with authority, making sure every word carried weight. "Today, we will determine who shall possess the love and chastity of these beautiful maidens." The sound of our swords clashing echoed through the battleground as we fought.
Waiting for Dillon's next line, he said. "We are equal, brother, only in death can separate us."
The girls scream, "No! No more death! We are sick of only death! Take us I beg of you!" as they wrap their arms around us, begging us to stop. Having us each fling them off us and continue fighting. The girls quickly stand in front of us as we fling them softly to the ground as our shirts open when they pull us downward. Causing us to remove them and start fighting again in earnest.
In a swift motion, the girls changed sides, tossing their swords aside and baring their breasts. Instead of saturating the ground with our blood, they commanded us to surrender. I pondered, what is a boy supposed to do under such circumstances? When a girl places your hands on their bare, exquisite breasts, her passionate kisses make your heart race as she skillfully unbuttons and unzips your pants, watching your pants fall to the ground. We were instructed not to wear boxers since they hadn't even been invented at that time. It was explicitly stated that we should wear nothing except the uniform, leaving us with no other option but to be completely naked.
Their touch was gentle but firm, leading us towards the blanket with confidence. Without warning, they forcefully knocked us down and swiftly stripped off our boots as we both lay there completely naked and very much aroused. "Now where were we?" They said, their voices tinged with anticipation and a touch of playfulness. "Oh yes ravaging us.
By the way, my name is Mindy, and this is my sister Annabel. Dillon, I have grown up here. It is nice to finally meet you Eric, at last." Instead of shaking hands she embraced me and kissed me, taking my breath away.
With a tender kiss, we guide them as they slip out of their gowns, leaving us with only the sensation of their warm, naked body. From what I knew about history, women typically wore more layers underneath their clothes. However, Dillon and I were both content and had no reason to complain. Our permission may not have been spoken, but it was evident in our willingness to accept their invitations. With each pleasurable encounter, their moans grew louder, and the taste of spiced apples lingered on our tongues.
The intimate way they kissed caught me off guard, the sight reminiscent of the affection shared between my foster Mom and Mrs. Rockwater. As our lips were occupied with our respective conquests, I couldn't help but feel a pang of surprise. Dillon leaned in and kissed me again while the girls were otherwise engaged, giving us oral stimulation, their actions filling the air with a sense of forbidden desire. The lack of reaction from the girls as Dillon and I shared a kiss left me bewildered. My worries about being bisexual were openly acknowledged, seamlessly woven into the fabric of my everyday life.
Just when I thought I couldn't be more shocked, Mindy pulled out a long strip of condoms from a pocket from her dress. The sight of them indicated their desire for us to engage in sex. Dillon nodded and whispered, reassuring me that it was okay, reminding me of what my Mom and Dad had said about it. It was a secret we would keep, a secret that made sense given the circumstances. It was either them or my foster Mom for my first time, and Dillon promised to help me through it, as my friend and soulmate. The thought made me cringe, but deep down, I knew he was right.
Yet, there was one major obstacle standing in my way - the pervasive preaching of the LDS Church, warning against the perils of engaging in premarital sex. The sound of their words echoed in my mind, a constant reminder of the moral boundaries I was expected to uphold. But when it came to stimulation and oral sex, they expressed a similar viewpoint, even though they frowned upon it. It was a contradiction, knowing that everyone did it and that it was expected once you were able to.
Going on a mission was never part of my plan. The lingering effects of PTSD trauma were unmistakable, a weight that would never loosen its hold on me. The smell of fear and pain still lingered in my memories, a testament to the abuse my parents had subjected me and my brother Aaron to over the years. The regulations and practices of the LDS church seemed inconsequential in comparison, especially when they hadn't lifted a finger to protect us.
Once again, I found myself faced with a daunting decision. The weight of choosing between having intimate relations with girls my age or my foster Mom bore heavily on me. The tension in the air was palpable, and I could sense their strong opinions on the matter. Deep down, I knew that it was inevitable whether or not I waited until marriage. The moment I stepped back into my cabin, it would happen. I was trapped in a predicament - damned if I did, damned if I didn't. With a forced nod, I feigned acceptance of the idea, though my true feelings were clear.
In that vulnerable moment, Dillon, understanding my inner turmoil, grasped my hand firmly and reassured me with a tender kiss. As he opened one of the condoms, he handed it to Annabel, Mindy's sister, whispering that it was always better to let them take the lead. This way, the choice was theirs whether to engage in intimacy or not. It was a means of avoiding coercion, ensuring that each of us had willingly given our consent.
I nodded, silently acknowledging my understanding. I followed suit, allowing Mindy and Annable to decide who would take the lead. In just a few moments, my virginity would be taken away, and I couldn't shake the feeling of doubt and apprehension. Inside, my mind was a whirlwind of screams, desperately begging me to turn back. But Dillon was right. This was a better solution, and I wanted my first time to be memorable. What more could a boy like me ask for? Two attractive girls my age, surrounded by a serene meadow adorned with green grass, trees, and mountains stretching as far as the eye could, see? It was far better than a dingy hotel room or a questionable brothel. Most importantly, it was out of earshot of my foster parents.
I yearned to close my eyes, but I couldn't. I could feel the condom sliding into place, anticipating the sensations I had experienced before. However, this time was different. I was going all the way. Sensing my unease, Dillon took my hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze. I found solace in that gesture, as I felt the warmth enveloping me, confirming that I was completely inside her. She began to set the rhythm, and I moaned in pleasure, mirroring her ecstasy, joined by Dillon's own gratification.
No one had prepared me for this, nor had they explained that this was how babies were conceived. I had known about the birds and the bees since I was ten, when my grandmother and foster parents, the Frys, had educated me about my body and its workings. But they never mentioned how it would feel or what I was supposed to do. I observed as Dillon placed his hand on Annabel's breasts, gently cupping them as she rode him, gradually increasing the pace. I watched, captivated, as he savored every moment with her, making a meal out of her breasts.
With his eyes, he indicated that I should do the same. I was too deep to care at this point and did what he did, finding out that Mindy liked it as her climaxing screams echoed through the meadow. I too was reaching my climax as it was about to release. I wasn't sure the condom would hold it all, but with me inside of Mindy and on top of me, I couldn't very well pull it out. So instead, I told her I was close; she didn't seem to care. Telling me I would be fine, the condoms are the good kind, not the cheap thin ones. It didn't matter as my release came and it was a big one, and she was right. Watching her stop and pull me out of her. Seeing it dripping down between us. I prayed that I didn't get her pregnant. Now that would ruin my life more than having sex. Oh God, I am so going to hell for this.
No one had prepared me for this, nor had they explained that this was how babies were conceived. I had known about the birds and the bees since I was ten, when my grandmother and foster parents, the Frys, had educated me about my body and its workings. But they never mentioned how it would feel or what I was supposed to do. As I watched, Dillon's hand gently cupped Annabel's breasts, the sight captivating me. Their rhythmic movements increased, accompanied by the sounds of their pleasure echoing through the meadow.
With a subtle gesture, Dillon indicated that I should follow suit. Lost in the moment, I mimicked his actions, discovering that Mindy enjoyed it as well, her climaxing screams blending with the surrounding sounds of nature. Sensations of pleasure surged within me, building towards release. Uncertainty lingered, unsure if the condom would contain it all, but with Mindy on top of me, it seemed impossible to withdraw. Instead, I whispered to her that I was close, her nonchalant response reassuring me that the condom was reliable, not one of the flimsy ones. As my release came, its intensity undeniable, I watched Mindy pause and withdraw from me, witnessing the evidence of our passion dripping down between us. In that moment, I fervently prayed that I had not impregnated her. The thought of such consequences weighed heavier on my life than the act itself. The first thought that was going through my mind was. Oh God! I am so going to hell for this!
Mindy was dripping wet, but the condom was still intact except for the leaking from the bottom and the large bulge holding my nectar inside its confines. It seemed I had lived through it, so I took a moment to reflect on how I felt. Other than tired, and sweaty from the workout, I was more than fine. In fact, I was better than fine, wanting to do it again, knowing what to expect. Again, no one told me about this part, and I had many questions about what to do next. The problem was solved by watching Dillon as he too had reached his release and was cleaning Annable out like he had done with my foster Mom back at the cabin. I needed no help in that department. I was about to do the same and toss my used condom into the trees.
Mindy had a different idea of having her empty my used condom onto my chest and stomach and began licking it off me, licking her lips with her tongue as if was a fine meal. Then sucked the rest of my penis, making sure she got every drop. Then kissed me as she laid on top of me and began kissing and licking every inch of me. I didn't think life could get any better as Dillon and Annabel joined in sharing me like a Thanksgiving turkey. Even better when it was my turn to make a meal out of the two sisters.
We opened the baskets as we lay there resting, after at least an hour of sword fighting and three hours of stimulating each other and having more mind-blowing sex. I was glad Dillon was with me or I would be so tired afterward. That I wouldn't be able to enjoy myself at tonight's barbecue. We both spent equal time with each of the girls, but never alone. Yet it was their choice, not ours to combine our two dates. I can say this. Neither of them was complaining as they climaxed several times. By the time we had left the meadow, I was nearly worn out after having sex four times and couldn't raise an arousal if I tried.
It was nearly three thirty when we arrived back at his cabin, wearing only our pants and boots while the girls chose to go stark naked as we stimulated them all the way down the trail. With the rest of our clothing and theirs tied on the back with the empty picnic baskets, giving them blankets to sit on across the saddle. I was about to leave and return home after dropping off the girls when Dillon invited me in. I thought it would be rude of me, but I should have prepared myself for what happened next.
Once again, I was being kissed by not only by his sister, but his mother and his father, and I don't mean on the lips or on my cheeks. His mother, Mrs. Victoria or Vicky Allen, and his sister Gloria as they used their tongue full tongues to kiss me as it went over my pearly whites, causing me and them to moan about how good I tasted and more so of my kissing abilities they have heard so much about.
Mr. Craig Allen's deep, passionate kiss reminded me of his son Dillon's boldness when we first met, and I knew that a simple kiss on the cheek was out of the question. I didn't know much about them, except that they had a close friendship with my foster parents and the Rockwater's. His mother Vicky had long hair tied neatly in a bun that featured the long-drawn face of a mild, aged woman in her late forties.
Her eyes, a captivating shade of green reminiscent of sapphires, shimmered with every movement, drawing people in just like Dillons. She greeted me at the door, wearing nothing but a smile. Standing in her bare feet, she was six foot ten, just slightly shorter than her husband Craig, who stood around six feet eleven with a slender build. With his brown eyes, he exuded confidence, his smile resembling that of a cheetah on the prowl. Living in a nudist colony, it was no surprise that he too was completely naked.
He was a fairly young chap, appearing to be no older than forty-five, and held the esteemed position of Stake President in the local LDS ward. Their family comprised three energetic boys - Dillon, Crosby, and Neil - along with their older sister Glorya. It was uncanny how much Neil resembled his big brother Dillon, their resemblance so striking that they could easily be mistaken for twins despite the nine-year age difference, as confirmed by their brothers Jared and Jason. With his short brown hair in a missionary cut, his striking green eyes, and strong facial features reminiscent of his father, he had a soft and slight curvature around his eyes and cheeks. Their older sister Glorya who was close to Jody's age seventeen if was I to guess. Standing anywhere from five to nine to five-eleven. Wearing her long brown hair into a tight ponytail down her back. Green, yellow cat's eyes that seem to see everything and everyone. That when you looked into them, you knew she was holding secrets about nearly everything and everyone that lived in the village or town and on the shores of the large glass lake sitting outside their cabin door.
She and her mother eyed me and Dillon as I watched him shake his head no. That we weren't and haven't reached that stage in our relationship yet. Seeing her roll her eyes at him. Pulling him along to discuss something in the kitchen. Telling me to make myself right at home and while he has a heart to heart with her brother Dillon. Having the rest of his family eye me as a nice piece of meat dying to be devoured.
It didn't take a genius to know why Mom and Dad were comfortable with the idea even though I wasn't. I was just a little surprised by it, but it wasn't my only surprise as Mom and Dad left me a note telling me they had given me permission to spend the night with Dillon.
No big deal, right? Except I didn't see my sleeping bag in sight, only my robe with the spider on it. Dillon's Mom instructed Dillon once he came back from being interrogated by his older sister Glorya . To take me to his room had us give her our clothes so she could wash them in time for the barbecue and take a bath to wash off all the lipstick. Again, no big deal, right?
Like a good boy, I followed Dillon to his room after handing his mother my shirt and took off my boots and pants, leaving my boots next to the door with Dillon's, and gave her the rest of my clothing. I was just slightly embarrassed, but then again, we were nudist. Being naked was no big deal considering they were, and that's how we and they lived.
Right before I was about to reach the stairs. I overheard them ask Dillon why I hadn't kissed him yet, or if I had done so. Strongly stating once again he and were not yet in a relationship… other than being 'just friends.' Well, actually that wasn't true anymore I thought considering we have been kissing the moment we had met, and together we had mind blowing sex with two girls all afternoon in the meadow. I cringed inside, hating that term 'just friends,' and knew I must have insulted them in some way. Knowing they expected more than "just friends," seeing the look on all their faces it said it clearly."
Thinking quickly about how to salvage the situation I pulled Dillon close to me wrapped my arms around him then kissed him hard and deep, causing him to moan and wobble unsteadily on his feet. Telling them we were more than "just friends," Dillon is my best friend now, and he and I are becoming soulmates and possibly even more than that. I was just waiting to do more once we had reached his room and apologized and kissed his family one at a time with breath-taking kisses that I have learned since arriving here on our vacation. They beamed with pride to have them state that I was an excellent kisser and to learn I was going to be his soulmate. Telling me they hope they will get a chance to get to know me better.
I had a very bad feeling about what they meant about getting to know me better, what that truly meant. So, without another passing thought. I quickly took Dillon's hand as we raced to his room. Only to have him pin me against the wall and kiss me hard and deep, causing an explosion of sparks to go off in my mind and body making me dizzy. Dillon told me everything he was going to do to me. Thanking him for getting out of that sticky situation.
I kissed him again, giving my permission to do just that, knowing he would never stick his penis inside of me. It was the other things I was concerned about, but once again Mom and Dad's words echoed in my mind what they expected of me. Besides, we were just best friends doing what our parents expected of us. I may not have liked it as much as Dillon, but neither did I did not like it either. It was still was in the getting-to-know-you stage and I was starting to come around to the point it was acceptable behavior. In fact, I was starting to look forward to each and every one of his magical life changing kisses.
Like Mom and Dad, when I was home, there was no privacy. I watched as they opened the door, finding me and Dillon on the bed on top of me. Kissing me and working his way down to my penis when the door opened. And like my Mom and Dad, they wanted to be a part of what we were doing. For they too very much wanted to get to know me, considering we are about to be an item. Meaning more than best friends, we were going to be lovers in the very near future. You could even say that Dillon was my very first boyfriend among many.
I groaned inwardly as I quickly said a bath would be a better idea. That we could finish this later. Wanting to get past the getting-to-know-you stage, plus hoping to get me and Dillon off the hook and off his parents' radar. Only to have them agree that a bath would be way more fun and give them a chance to know me better.
I questioned the words 'to know me better.' I am naked with your son and you, and I have kissed, and I mean really been kissed by them and their son Dillon and helped me to lose my virginity but that was a secret between me and Dillon. What more could be added on to this new relationship-building course? Yet what choice did I really have? When Mom and Dad had given them mine and their permission to have their way with me and their son. I felt like they had sold me to the highest bidder.
I cursed both of my foster parents for putting me in this situation, to hurry things up when making life-altering decisions. Yet in the end I would have made the same choices. Well, I like to think I would have. I followed Dillon and his parents to the bathroom, finding another tub just like ours, and was really beginning to think everyone had one here. Even though they weren't my parents, I let them bathe me as they bathed Dillon. I didn't feel comfortable about the idea of them stimulating me, but I allowed them to, trusting once again to Mom and Dad's judgment. When they offered themselves fully, I hesitated as I watched Dillon do the very same thing to both his parents as I had done to both of mine. I was beginning to wonder when the nightmare was going to end when his brother and sister came in to join us.
Man, I felt like a piece of meat waiting to be devoured, and desperately needing a handbook on how to handle these types of situations. Dillon stated I was shy and kissed me whispering in my ear that like my parents they won't force me to do anything. But I also knew if I didn't Mom and Dad would be furious with me.
I shook the voices in my head and swallowed hard as I took his sister, thinking it was the only choice other than stimulating the rest. A girl was one thing, and this was something else completely different. More so when Dillon's sister Glorya kissed me and started to stimulate me only to push me back against the tub. So everyone else besides her, could have me.
I knew I was way over my head when I found myself and Dillon being lifted out of the tub, letting our bare feet dangle over it. While his Mother Victoria, or who likes us to call her Vick or Vicky worked on me. And his older sister worked on her brother Dillon, between our legs and coming back to work on me. Only to trade places with her mother and father.
It was then I realized I was in serious trouble when her baby brother Crosby and his father Craig started working on my penis. Only to have him turn sideways so I could stick him in my mouth as Dillon took his brother Neil's. While having his mother and sister work on him and me when her father was kissing me along my stomach. I have yet to say a few words regarding actual conversations regarding anything that most people would ask about you, and things you like, do, or don't like. Not even ask about your favorite color and foods or hobbies if have you any.
You know those sorts of things when it comes to getting to know you. Not jump into one thing, only to jump into another in ninety seconds. Finding yourself in a tub naked with a whole family of strangers having them kiss you, stimulate you, and find yours and their penises in yours and their mouths. I didn't even know much about them other than their names, all except some of the things about Dillon. In truth, I have only known him for a very few hours, but I knew more about him than his family.
They never asked Dillon and me if we were close like Mom and Dad would. Instead, when I and Dillon fully climaxed. They simply took every last drop of our nectar and shared it between them. Allowing Dillon and me to slip back into the tub and letting us know it was his and my turn to finish stimulating them. Again, I had to shake the voices out of my head.
Yet at the same time, my head was spinning regarding how strangely these nudist families are. Regarding inviting you to their home and not having a clue to who you are. Other than the few rumors or deeds you have done since you arrived in their little community.
It was nearly five fifteen when everyone left me and Dillon alone, with the barbecue was around seven or seven-thirty. The fact that the last three hours were a whirlwind to me, leaving me with having no clue to who Dillon's family are, or them not knowing who I have yet to register. I gave a loud, tired sigh. The fact he and I were hard again said my foster Mom's shakes really work. I said nothing as he slid his hand on my penis or when he kissed me. I was into deep to even care by that point and trusted in Mom and Dad's judgment.
He got me hard again as he told me it would be way more comfortable in his bedroom on his bed. Where we could give each other full body massages, which we really needed with today's workout at the meadow and his family. Promising me it would be just me and him since everyone else was satisfied for the moment. Stating a very important fact, they now 'know me better.'
I wanted to say no kidding, considering the fact we blew past the conversation and questions stage of 'getting to know me better,' but instead, I kissed him and drained the tub. Realizing the kissing stage, I was really starting to like. Feeling a slight static charge as if fireworks of exploding lights were taking place. When I let myself enjoy it. And leave the voices of the world outside where they belong.
We didn't bother drying ourselves just walked down to his bedroom. I should have been surprised, but I wasn't, as I watched his parents having sex in the living room and his brother and his sister stimulating each other. No one looked in our direction as we hurried to his bedroom and closed the door.
He climbed on top of me with a kiss and said. "So where were we?" I laughed as he stroked me and him together only stopping long enough to kiss me, having me take over as he slid down my stomach, I had forgotten the rules when it comes to guys, letting him lick me between my legs, and trusted him not to go too far. I was kind enough to say I was close, but like his parents, he didn't care and finished me orally and shared it with me with a kiss.
He rolled off me, telling me it was my turn, and I did him the same way he did me finding out over time I have met him and have kissed Dillon multiple times, that it was like kissing a stick of dynamite, wanting to do it again and again.
When we were both spent, I gave him a full massage. Like me, he had his own bottle of lotion on his nightstand. He groaned beneath me as I took my time. He moaned even more like me when I sucked on his toes and letting me take his softness. Having him spread his legs, telling me he gives me permission, as long as I only use my tongue and not my penis.
Allowing me to find a few more drops where I had missed as I made my way back to his mouth. I rolled him over, doing his back and skipping his butt entirely, well except kiss his butt cheeks, but did not or want to go any further. Hearing him breathe a sigh of relief when I just massaged it and kissed it. Than working my way down slowly to his feet as I took my time on each of his legs and feet. Finding out I really like the variety of having both male and female when comes to making love. Something I will cherish for the rest of my life.
He eagerly waited to do me as I had done him. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment of two very close friends sharing ourselves with each other. I didn't even open my eyes as his Mother came in the room and placed our clean uniforms on the chair. I felt her kiss me, knowing the difference between him and her.
If you never have done it, you would feel a difference, a big difference not to notice it. When she kissed me, she thanked me for allowing me to share myself with her family and her son. I kissed her back, telling her the pleasure was all mine. She kissed her son, and he kissed her back. I watched as the door closed, leaving the world outside.