This is the story of when I entered through a rite of passage for any person, but for me it was a much more profound rite than I would have expected or ever dreamt of. I was turning eighteen years old. My name is Lee.
To celebrate, my family took me to the Oregon Coast on my first trip ever in our RV. Now we had owned the RV since before I could remember but I was never allowed to go anywhere in it, or even play in it. My parents said it was for "adult" family time, and that kids wouldn't have much fun in it. My dad kept the keys with him at all times and there was no sneaking in. Of course to me it looked like the ultimate fun time. But they were adamant. Leaving me at first with my older sister Emily, who was 4 years older than me, and when she turned eighteen and began going on the trips, they left me with an older(but not much) cousin who would baby sit on their bi-monthly excursions.
I was a pretty sheltered young boy, having grown up in a small town in the mountains of Oregon and going to a relatively small school. We moved here after my mom had retired from the Pacific Northwest Ballet where she was a soloist for around ten years. My father was also a dancer and was a choreographer when they met. I wasn't allowed to have cable TV or watch many movies, we made trips to the Oregon Shakespeare Festival pretty often and were constantly surrounded by Art. Other than that I pretty much did my homework, went on long hikes and runs through the trails near my house... and jerked off.
I jerked off incessantly. That hobby started, surprisingly enough, when I was twelve or thirteen and came upon the RV after a run. The door was open and no one was around. So, being curious, I snuck in and- much to my surprise - on one of the book shelves found volumes and volumes of magazines that I would later find out were called porno mags. All types too. Guy on girl, interracial, gang bangs(lots of those), bi-sexual orgies, gay – you name it, it was on the shelf. With it I found a stack of newsletter type things titled: "Worshipping" with a graphic image of a large cock next to the title. I quickly grabbed one of the pamphlets and a magazine and bolted out.
Long story short I had my first of many self-induced orgasms that night. And I came to find that about once a month, when no one was home, the RV door would be left open. For me, maybe? I didn't know and I wasn't about to ask and potentially ruin a great thing!
As for the newsletter, well it was always full of differing entries written by random cryptically named people, but there was one common thread. Sperm was to be worshipped. And with that - the penis was a many awesome thing and deserving of lavish attention, as it was the giver of sperm. Now I know it sounds like misogynistic bullshit and all, but it was more powerful and spiritual in nature. Not, like, in a lot of porn where it's all about degrading the girl and controlling or "marking" a woman by cumming on her. No this was more about sperm being the essence of a man, his complete being, and when he came he was quite literally giving a part of himself. Therefore it was the type of thing that should be cherished by those both giving and receiving it. Many of the stories were from writers seeking advice because their wives were always scared of cum, they thought it was smelly or gross and would run to the bathroom to get rid of this vile stuff.
Over the next few years, I began exploring the mags and myself. In the mags I developed my tastes, and what I thought was beautiful. I read through some of the gay/bi mags and though I didn't think I wanted to fuck any guys, didn't think I was, nor do I to this day have any inkling that I prefer guys or am gay, but I did know that I was always fascinated by cocks, especially the "money shot." But when it came to really wanting to fuck, or kiss, or any of that it always centered on women. Usually women who looked like my sister, Emily. I began shaving my cock, which grew to about 7" when fully hard, because I loved the way it felt when I would jerk off afterwards. All nice and smooth. I kept in shape. And I noticed the traits in others that I found intoxicating. Slim bodies, nice tight asses, hairless. Though I hadn't seen a naked person other than in magazines, and was thus, a virgin when I turned 18, I had fantasized about what everyone I had seen looked like naked. Especialy my mom and sister. I should note that my family are all still in very good shape and of the blonde and blue eyed persuasion. My mom, Caroline has a typical ballet dancer's body: 5'4" 105lbs. With small perky breasts and very low body fat. My dad, James, was tall and well built and my sister was built just like my mom, only with slightly larger breasts. Myself, I'm built like your stereotypical long-distance runner, 6' 150lbs and well-toned.
Anyways, my eighteenth birthday was arriving and I was invited on my first trip in the RV! My family and I were going to the coast for the weekend. This was it! My mom had come in the day before and told me we were heading out and I needed to get packed. I didn't know what to expect, but was supremely honored to be able to finally go. I mean, maybe it'd be boring, but at least I wouldn't be left behind. She told me I would just need some shorts and a few T-shirts, since we wouldn't be going "out" anywhere. I also learned that my sister, aunt and two cousins were coming.
I guess this is where I should introduce everyone that would be heading out on the trip. There would be my immediate family: Mom, who was 40 at the time; Dad, 52 at the time; Emily 22 at the time; aunt Cathy, 43 at the time and a spitting image of my mom; and my two cousins Billy, 24 at the time and Jenny 20 at the time. Jenny and Billy both took after their dad physically, who had left town 8 years prior with some 19 year old meth addict. They were both a little more muscular and Jenny had some fairly good sized C-cups. I always kind of had a thing for her, but was always ashamed of it. My "thing" basically came across as me not liking to be around her, and she just thought I didn't like her.
Anyways, the morning had arrived and I awoke to the whole gang singing Happy Birthday to me while I still lay under the covers. After singing my mom told me to hurry up and take a shower, we were leaving in half an hour. "Yeah, and don't forget to shave," added Emily. Then they all went out and began to load up the RV. I was so excited, I jumped out of bed and headed straight for the shower. While there I began fondling my hairless balls and gained an erection when, as if knowing what I was about to do, my cousin Jenny pounded on the door and shouted, "hurry up, or we're leaving you!" Well, there goes that, I thought.
I quickly got out of the shower and dried off, then to my room where I grabbed my bag and headed for the RV. We all piled in and started our journey. I was surprised to glance at the bookshelf where the porn had been to find it empty, but figured that was logical since whoever owned it(like, Dad) wouldn't want anyone else seeing it.
We all talked and caught up as dad, the captain, pulled out of the town. About an hour into the trip, I found myself dozing off. I was awoken by my mom who told me to go lay down in the back so they wouldn't disturb me by talking. I lumbered back, and quickly hit the bed.
I don't really know how much time had passed but I awoke to Billy nudging me. "Hey, wake up, we have a surprise waiting for you..."
"Huh? No, sleep. Sleep is good." I replied.
"Come on, I guarantee this is better."
He stood there smiling, and I slowly climbed out of bed.
