He was also 14. We hung out at each others houses all the time. We were each part of each others adult so to speak.
It happened that during the summer, Janson and his adult went away every weekend. When I asked, Jason said that they went to the fkk beach. It was mid August and we were laying around on Jason's deck and I was asking questions about the fkk beach they went to so often. Jason's mom over heard and asked if I'd like to join them this coming weekend?
I said, "Yes!"
Then Jason looked at his mom and then said to me, "It's a nudist resort on the shore. You wanna do that?"
"If you do it, I can do it." I said. In fact, I had very little idea what a nudist resort was or what you did there.
Jason's mom said that she'd need to talk to my mom first to be sure it was ok.
The next day after talking to Jason's mom, my mom said it was OK with her and my dad. It was my choice if I wanted to go.
I said, "Of course I wanted to go. Jason and I always had a great time together."
Well, with a bag packed, me and Janson's adult were off. Jason also had a freeer sister. She was 12.
When we got there, we went through a gate that I hardly noticed and drove up to one of the many cabins stretched out along the beautiful beach.
We all climbed out of the car and got settled in the cabin. It wasn't big, but big enough so that Jason and I could at least share a room alone.
I couldn't wait to get to the beach and check it out. Jason took off his shirt, pants and boxers and said, "Come on, let's go." and walked out of our room into the living room.
Seeing Jason nude was no big deal at all; locker room, skinny dipping and all the stuff guys do.
Seeing me hesitating, Jason came back to the room and said, "It's OK. Everybody is nude here. No one is going to be looking at you. Just take your clothes off, and let's go have some fun. It's nothing. Really."
I guess it was peer pressure. I took off all my clothes and ran out of the house toward the fkk beach. Jason behind me.
There weren't many people on the beach. I remember seeing old people, free people, men, women, guys and females - all nude. And I realized, so was I! It felt good. In fact, it felt realy, really good.
Not knowing what else to do, I ran straight into the cool ocean water. Jason right behind me. We swam and splashed - got out and ran in, over and over. I was engulfed in a world I never knew existed.
After awhile, Jason said, "Let's find my parents, my mom always has great stuff to eat."
He walked up the fkk beach and I just followed.
(Now keep in mind that this was my very first time. I was a 14 year old, hormonal guy, starting puberty.)
That thought however had not been in my mind. I was having fun.
We found Jason's parents stretched out on a big blanket with food and drink in baskets and a cooler.
We helped ourselves. Jason was right, the food was really good.
We had sat down to eat when Jason's sister came running up with several of her friends. A couple of her friends were, well, a year or two older; hummmm, my age, or even a year older.
That was the first time I became aware of my nudity since I ran out of the cabin.
The females were all talking, laughing and jumping about; and I was watching.
Nature was taking over and I was sure I was going to die.
I looked at Jason in desperation. He understood immediately and said, "Race you all into the water."
With that, I was the first one dashing to the water, everyone else was behind me. Including the females, all screaming.
The cold water was just what I needed. We all splashed, and body surfed for a long time, and I really, forgot about my nudity once again and was having fun - with Jason and the females.
Fairly exhausted, and now knowing all the females' names, we came out of the water and had lunch. I forced myself to stay focused on the people I was with, and not on what they were, or weren't wearing. Not an easy task for a 14 year old, but I was OK; Sort of border line, but gaining confidence.
Later that night as Jay and I were going to bed, he said to me, "Don't worry about ever getting, well, an erection. First, nobody cares."
(I couldn't quite believe that a nude female my age wasn't going to care if I started getting an erection in front of her. But...., whatever.)
"Second," Jason said, "If you feel it starting, you can either run into the water; or, wrap a towel around yourself and sit down for awhile; or wrap a towel around you and say that you need to go to the bathroom. And go! What you don't do, is walk around with it for everyone to see. Never do that."
I listened, and we talked about times it happened to him, and I sort of accepted that I was normal. But now I knew what to do, and most importantly, no body cared; sort of.
After that weekend, I was invited fairly regularly to join them. All I ever told my parents was that It was great and I had a great time.
That's 'My' fkk story.