Meeting the Locals Part 2

Chapter 91-1

Meeting the Locals

Part 2

 

It was almost 5 before we left town having us speed back to our cabin having me and Jared do most of it. Dad had me bring the boat to a drifting stop and helped me turn it around astern, and slowly back the boat next to the pier at a snails pace, having me cut the engine and dropped the anchor, Dad jumped off the boat  tied the boat to our dock instead of putting it back inside the boat shed.

When we had arrived Mom was waiting and she didn’t look pleased that we had been gone all day and now we were running late. Dad simply said. “Everything will be fine Karen; it’s just a neighborhood barbecue. Just because it starts at 6 doesn’t mean we need to be there right at six. Besides the calls, I made took longer than expected.”

Mom must have known about the calls that Dad needed to make, how could she not? Besides the only phone that was available was in town; Mom and Dad had decided it just wasn’t worth the effort or the expense to have the phone turned on at our cabin. When we were 1,000 miles from home, there was very little we could do regarding any problems that happened there.

Mom wrinkled her nose when Dad placed his arm around her stating we stink something awful. The fact that none of us noticed it said that we must have thought it was the lake and not us. Mom removed her arm and pushed him to the cabin giving him a hard spank on his bare bottom ordering us to take a shower.

I soon realized why our shower and tub was so big. Mom having us all fit into the same shower and quickly soaped us down including Dad, there was not a single area she missed. I should have felt uncomfortable about it, but Mom was Mom and it wasn’t something she hadn’t done before. Even Dad didn’t seem to mind just simply let her.

Normally we would have changed into some clean clothes instead the only thing we wore was a smile and some newly applied sunscreen. Trust me you don’t want a sunburn down in those northern parts, considering how tender they can be.

Mom had taken her time after we had showered having Dad and I lay down on the bed so she could shave off our mainly hair. Telling us that people here always spot a new nudist when they see they haven’t groomed ourselves, for some reason I hadn’t noticed that part of the body on people I had met.

Dad telling me it would grow back and told Mom to be gentle. Mom gave him a wicked smile, stating if they were alone she would do more than just grooming. Trust me when it comes to grooming that part of the area it is best to have someone you trust and love to do it for you, because if you don’t you could neck yourself and when that happened it really, really hurts. 

The mere idea of a razor down there is one thing I rather not think about. Jared was lucky compared to Dad and I considering he had just started to grow his first pubic hair and didn’t have any under his arms. Yet it didn’t stop any of us from blushing and Mom finding new tickle spots which I knew was illegal.

When she was satisfied she gave us each a towel to sit on and to help with any particular problems. Telling Jared and me that in case we get aroused just place it over our lap and wait until it has managed itself, telling us that it is considering a polite thing to do when in large groups. 

Dad repeating the rules regarding when to show affection or not and when a simple handshake is enough. I knew more hugging was going to be involved and I knew that I needed to get through it without embarrassing me or them or my family.

Mom had me carry the freshly tossed salad and Jarred carry another large plate of cookies. Dad’s job was to put his arm around Mom and carry the blankets that we as family would be sitting on, the towels where only to be used if we had a problem or we were not sitting on the blanket.

I tried not to notice feeling self-conscious that Dad and my regions now looked more open then it was before and even Moms stated firmly that she was a woman, not that having breast had already cleared that up. I quickly focused my eyes elsewhere not wanting to embarrass them or me for taking a quick peek.

Dad was right even though we were a tad late we weren’t the only ones now showing up. Being the host of the party as well as our guests and neighbor entitled more than just a handshake. Once more I put my feelings aside and followed Dads example. Noticing the second time wasn’t as bad as the first, yet knowing it was going to take getting used to hugging other people that were not family without any clothes on. As hosts and us being new Mr. Rockwater made the introductions for us.

I noticed right away that Mom was right when I started to look at other boys my age and parents that they were perfectly groomed the same as us. I soon started to feel comfortable about being in my own skin with so many nudists around me. Not once did they make me and our family uncomfortable, we could have all been wearing clothes for as any of them were concerned.

Dad found a spot for our blanket having me and Jared set our towels to the side and places our stuff on the table with the others and sending us out to mingle with the other kids our age. There were lots to do like playing horseshoes or volleyball neither of those I had any talent at.

Some were using a large hot tub which made me slightly uncomfortable knowing that they were all naked and I doubted very much any of them were family. Dad startled me when he placed his arms around my shoulders wondering why I hadn’t chosen to join in the fun.

My three brothers had already had began a game of kickball with a beach ball. Mom was busy visiting with other mothers and fitting in as if she been a nudist all her life. It was me that was having the problem because I wasn’t used to playing these kinds of games without my clothes on other than toss a ball or Frisbee with my family.

Dad turned me around and had me face him and held my chin up so I looked directly into his eyes. Told me that I had nothing to worry about, these people are just as decent as the ones we have at home and more. Telling me that they won’t embarrass me or hurt me in any way. Stating if that was the case he would never have brought us here. Giving me a loving spank on my bare bottom, and yelled to one of the boys that we had been introduced too when we first arrived. Telling him my name and I would like to join in if he could introduce me to some of his friends.

I swallowed hard having the boy put his arms around my shoulders, and did exactly that. I learned a new kind of basketball, where you don’t bounce the ball instead you pass it to your teammates and they wrestle the ball from you before you can pass it to your team member to shoot the ball into the basket if you drop the ball it atomically goes to the other team. The game is quite physical when it comes to touching another player. I watched as they rubbed themselves against another as they reached for the ball or wrestled it out of their arms.

I felt very self-conscious about it, yet to them they weren’t bothered by it, even more so when they became aroused and not in a sexual way it was more as if they had been in a tickle fight with family and friends and just got excited by the game. No one seemed too noticed accept me as they just continued on as if it wasn’t a big deal. I took a swallow and joined in trusting in Dad and his judgment that I wouldn’t be sexually abused in the open. Yet my body and mind didn’t work that way and when someone came up behind me and touched me with their penises I dropped the ball, costing my team a point having them wrestle it away from me. I blushed knowing that another person that wasn’t my family touched me and felt violated.

Dad had seen what happened and called me over telling them that he needed a moment with me. Turned me towards him and told me point blank that no one here would sexually abuse me. They are not Shawn and they are not Danny or Arthur or any of their friends. He asked if I understood waiting for my answer. I said. “Yes sir, it just caught me off guard and thought of Shawn and my brothers and didn’t want to go through what they had.”

Dad turned me around and gently pushed me forward and took a seat on the grass having Mom join him with a good view of all of us. Dad whispered and Mom nodded yelled. “Tiger, show them what you are made of.” rooting for me to get back into the game. The next time it happened instead of dropping the ball I passed it to my teammates and when was my turn to take the ball away I returned the favor.

Dad giving me a shout “go tiger go.” And when I scored they cheered.