First Nudist Anal Experience
Introduction:
In the mid-70s and I was just out of school and looking to spread my wings. It was a hot summer morning as I drove my little beater from Portland to Oregon’s Rooster Rock
I had seen some naked males of differing body types on the way in and a family with a couple of kids all attired in their birthday suits but no girls my age. It all seemed to be males in this area so I decided to walk the beach further east in hopes of finding females. Suddenly I realized that the sun was feeling very hot on my body and that I I’d better put sunblock on before I got seriously burnt. I coated my arms, legs and chest but was having an awkward time trying to reach my back. Just then a deep masculine voice behind me asked, “Like some help with that?” Startled I turned to see a big, muscular rather hairy, guy in his early thirties. He seemed friendly and sincere enough so I told him “Sure, if you don’t mind.” He took the tube and started rubbing the lotion on me. It was weird having a guy’s hands running over my body. He worked gradually lower to the small of my back then finally to the smooth globes of my buttocks. He kneaded them getting closer and closer to my crack. I wondered how close he would get. Then his finger ran all the way down between my cheeks brushing my hole as it went! I thought he was done then he pushed his finger discreetly into my bottom! My body shivered and I let out a low moan. It explored inside me as he whispered.
“Feels nice doesn’t it?”
“Yeah!” I gasped, surprising myself by admitting it.
“Want to feel something even better?” he said as he pressed on my prostate.
Without thinking of anything else or what might be involved I said “Yes”
“Great, follow me.” and he pulled his finger out of my butt.
He led and I followed, taking increasingly more tenuous trails through the lush foliage till we found a totally secluded spot beneath a small battered oak. I dropped my pack and he had me bend over and brace myself against the tree with my butt kind of sticking out. He wasted no time getting back to caressing it then I felt what must have been two fingers in me.
You must know that up to this point I still knew almost nothing about sex, just the very basics of reproduction. Due to a very sheltered upbringing in such matters, I hadn’t the foggiest idea what this guy was up to.
The fingers in me felt great in any case and I was enjoying it. “Still liking that in you?”
“Yeah”
“Want something way better in you?”
“Sure!” I said having not the slightest idea what that might be.
“Great! Just a minute.”
His fingers pulled out and I waited. Then I felt a soft, rubbery, knobby thing slide between my buttocks and press against my opening. “Just relax your butt and go with it. Just let it in.” he said in soothing tones.
Whatever it was, it was certainly not a finger! It hurt a little at first but as I relaxed I could feel my stubborn flesh starting to yield to the persistent intruder. Suddenly the bulbous form popped in and was followed by a very long, warm shaft of some kind that slid far up into the inner reaches of my rectum! “GOD IT FELT GOOD!
I still didn’t know what it was but I didn’t care! Then it started moving in and out. His hands grasped my hips hard and the thing started thrusting even more vigorously. Something warm was pounding against my butt cheeks too.
“How does THAT feel? Like it kid?”
Breathlessly I blurted, “Its Great! GOD YES!”
“I love your cute little ass! It feels SO GOOD in there! GOD, I’m gonna CUM!!!”
With a final huge thrust I felt something erupt into the deepest confines of my rectum! Then the thing pulled out of me all the way.
“You can stand up again. Want to see what was in you? “he said. I stood and turned to see his huge eight inch penis, still mostly erect still oozing cum from the tip. “THAT was in my BUTT?!
“All the way kid. You’re a great fuck! Was that your first time?” I nodded. “Well, it may not be your last. Thanks!”
We parted ways and later on I did see some naked girls but I was now sizing up men as well and wondering how their dicks would feel inside me. From that day on I would find out, often.
