Just six months out of police academy I was given my first undercover assignment. I was suspicious because ordinary beat cops don’t usually go undercover, but it all became clear when Sargent Campbell called me into his office and outlined a very unusual task. “Apparently Wilson, there’s this organization called ‘The Campus Institute of the Bi-Curious.’ Ever heard of it?” After professing a genuine ignorance, he continued: “It’s loosely affiliated with the local college. We understand that it’s an establishment for men, and not just students of the college by the way, who go there to meet other men and to see if they are attracted to the homosexual lifestyle.”
I think my jaw must have dropped. He continued: “You see, bear with me on this, many men apparently are what they call ‘bi-curious.’ Are you familiar with the term?”
“I think so. It means guys who consider themselves straight but wonder what it would feel like to, you know, fool around with another guy, on the side, sort of...” I stopped at this point as I noticed Campbell frowning at me. Recovering, I continued, “Sir, since I’m only 23 I’m sort of up to date on these new trends, or fads....”
He sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I suppose you are. Anyway, we want to investigate the place. See if there are any immoral things going on.”
“Like prostitution?”
“Yes, that and to see if any underage people are there. Here, I took a printout from their website.” He handed me a single sheet of paper which briefly outlined the purposes and goals of the institute. There wasn’t much information given, sadly not even pictures of naked men. But I was intrigued by one phrase - “clothes free atmosphere” - which stirred my cock. Trying to suppress a smile I handed the page back to Campbell, who continued: “Of course, I won’t send you out alone there. Thomas Carter will go with you. Do you know him?” My mind conjured up a picture of a rugged young man, a rookie like me, obviously muscular under his uniform, large head shaved down to almost nothing.
“I’ve seen him around.”
“Good. You’ll start immediately. He’s already been filled in.” Campbell droned on about the assignment but I wasn’t paying much attention. Oh boy, I thought, I’m in for a bit of co-worker nakedness: Carter and myself at this place, this “clothes free” place, wandering around checking things out. I’ve only seen two colleagues naked, in the gym showers, and they weren’t exactly hot; so much so that I didn’t even bother to check out their cocks when I had the chance. But Carter, that would be something else! I met him the next day and we drove over to The Campus Institute of the Bi-Curious. As I sized him up in the car he seemed even sexier up close, a case of the strong silent type I was a sucker for, complete with a permanent scowl on his face. He had talked to one of the administrators over the phone and had a lot more information about the place than me.
“Basically the place is almost like a nudist colony. The guy on the phone didn’t come out and say so but it’s obvious the guys go there to hook up. Maybe we should stick together like we’re an item, so that we won’t be hit on.” I didn’t like the sound of that - stick together - I wanted to go off by myself for some action and didn’t want a straight chaperone.
“But we’d be more effective if we split up, we’d get more done that way.”
“Whatever.”
“What about the bi-curious part?”
“All guys who go there can choose to wear a baseball cap, worn backwards, which designates them as bi-curious. Apparently the gays aren’t allowed to bother them. The bi-curious can watch and observe the action and if they’re interested can join in...or not. There’s no pressure, supposedly.”
“Hey Carter, are we going to wear the caps?”
“Asshole,” he said in a friendly way, or in as friendly a way as he was capable.
The institute turned out to be a small estate consisting of an administrative building, a central outdoors recreation area with a swimming pool, and wooded nature trails beyond spotted here and there with open air shacks. After paying a nominal fee and given a short lecture by someone in the administration office we started to head to the locker room. But Carter stopped and turned to the employee and asked: “Are towels available in the locker room?”
“Yes, but only for use in the locker room. When on the grounds the total nudity rule is in effect.”
As we headed to the locker room I experienced a rush of excitement provoked by the words “total nudity”. We found two empty lockers side by side in the empty room and began to strip. Eyes straight ahead as I peeled off my clothes I couldn’t repress a smile, a manifestation of anticipated delight. I chanced a glance at my partner: smooth muscular chest, totally white, same basic 5'10" frame as mine. Eyes now turned back to my locker. His pants now off, another glance sideways: powerful legs, a sparse collection of tiny light colored hairs. A rising spirit of competitiveness took hold of me as Carter proved to be even more muscular than his clothed figure indicated. He whipped his blue briefs off and began to tussle with his socks. “What, no tattoos Carter?”
“Never liked them. Hurry up and strip.”
I still hadn’t gotten a good look at his prick, but that could wait. As he swaggered towards a table of baseball caps to make his selection I got a good look at his ass. Gulp! A magnificent round white ass, large and completely smooth. I had to call upon all my powers of self-control learned in various school, gym, and team shower rooms. This would be tough, I thought. After I finished my strip I walked towards Carter who was preoccupied with selecting a hat. The perfect time to check out the goods: it turned out to be an enormous circumcised cock with a pure white shaft and a blueish dickhead, a classic cone shape perfectly proportioned to the shaft. I found this strange: in my experience the big ones usually had at least one flaw, an odd bend perhaps, bulging veins, color variations on the shaft, maybe an odd tapering, some blemish. But his was smooth perfection, thickness and length in perfect balance. A designer cock. Set off by a severe pubic trim hardly needed to establish his size superiority.
Approaching Carter I appreciated the partial engorgement of my cock as long as it didn’t get out of hand. I estimated I was now a respectable four inches instead of my usual soft three. Still, it was completely outclassed by my partner’s. With a sinking heart I even feared it might even be twice as big, or nearly so. He selected a Yankees cap and then stared at me, sizing me up in a competitive way. “I see you work out, Wilson.” Indeed, it was a saw off: I was perhaps more defined but he was bulky strong. As he checked me out I instinctively tightened my chest and arm muscles; there was no need to suck in my gut as it didn’t protrude.
“Yeah, four times a week. You work out too?”
He seemed quite insulted by the question and answered in a challenging way: “Yeah, can’t you tell?”
After I selected a Red Sox hat and placed it in the standard backwards position Carter and I headed for the locker room exit and halted. We exchanged slightly nervous smiles and waited for the other to walk through the door. Thinking fast I opened it wide and said, “You first, Carter”. My colleague then whisked past me and out onto the path to the recreation area. As I followed I was stunned by the beauty of the brilliant sunshine on the bare white skin of his backside: the slab of muscular back, the hairless round bum, the muscular legs with the defined calf muscles. He wasn’t swaggering now, though. Neither was I; it just felt weird. Carter waited for me to catch up to him so we could walk side by side, two young bulls in their naked glory. There were about 10 or 12 guys situated around the pool, some milling about, some sitting on chairs in twos chatting, there was even a guy swimming. The ages seemed to range between 20 and 35. I counted 4 guys wearing baseball hats; they looked like college students. The sense of weirdness quickly dissipated for both of us as we began to feel more comfortable; the surrender of our petty dignity in the egalitarianism of group nudity led to a feeling of serenity. So much so we began to strut along the pool deck; some guys openly stared at us, others glanced surreptitiously. We decided to sit at the shallow end and dangle our legs in the pool. Nothing much seemed to be going on; there weren’t even any boners to report. It all seemed pretty relaxed.
About a minute later we spotted coming up one of the nature trails a young man of singular beauty: resplendent blond hair falling to his shoulder, lean build, rich all over tan. As he got closer to us I noticed he didn’t have any pubic hair. Or a hat. I had to instruct my prick to cool it.
Carter eyed him suspiciously. “Say, what’s this? This guy could be an illegal.”
“Do you think? Let me find out. We can split up. Why don’t you go down one of those trails and check things out?” In other words I wanted this young guy for myself. Luckily for me Carter assented and began to wander away. As he did so the potential illegal shamelessly stared at his retreating ass. When he finally stopped staring and turned his head I made eye contact with him. He smiled and approached me. His average sized uncut wiener matched the uniform brown of his body. He sat down beside me.
“That guy your friend?”
“Yeah, we’re together.”
After a dubious glance at my hat he extended his hand and said his name was Derek. I shook his hand and told him my name - Gary.
“What does he feed that thing? Did you ever measure it?”
“No. I only saw it for the first time five minutes ago. We work together. This is our first time here.” As I said this I studied his body: lean brown torso; large nipples; golden curly hairs on his upper legs; his cock, which when seen up close featured a mass of prominent veins twisted around the shaft. Also, the absence of a telltale bump in the foreskin indicated a modest sized dickhead.
“I’m not a size fanatic or anything. Still, you’ve got to admire something like that. Myself, as you can see, my guy is Mr. Average.” He lowered his head to admire his cock, like he had never seen it before.
“You’ve got a nice tan.” I was becoming aroused.
“And you’ve got a great build, like your friend. Say, I know it’s against the rules for the gay guys to initiate things, but would you let me suck your cock? Don’t say you’re not interested,” he said, winking at my inflating cock.
“Okay, but not here.” I fully realized I had to find out his age but felt myself swept along.
“Of course, not here. Let’s go down one of those trails.” My new friend rose and loomed over me, expectantly. “Well?” I didn’t want to parade along the pool deck sporting six inches which was near parallel by now, and told him so. Chuckling, Derek gave me a pitying look, and said “You curious guys just kill me. Here, just tuck it in like this” and proceeded to stick his ass out and bend forward slightly from the waist. Of course I knew the technique, having used it a couple of times in the past in the gym showers to make an emergency exit. In this setting things were more forgiving of course, funny almost, but somehow still uncool. Lured by the prospect of getting my cock sucked by this young beauty I rose to walk gingerly with him along the pool deck, semi or no semi. Derek gently latched on to my right hand and squeezed gently causing a twitch in my groin.
“You’re not helping things.” But I folded my larger hand over his and squeezed it as well. As we left the pool area a warm gentle breeze caressed my bare ass and I thought I died and gone to heaven.
“You go to the college?”
“Yeah, I’m a Freshmen. Don’t worry, I’m old enough, in fact I’ll be 19 soon. Squares like you worry about such things. Don’t get pissed. I like squares, they have such great bodies. Like your friend. I’ll bet he’s a square too.”
I found myself walking alone. Derek had detached his hand and was now behind me. “Don’t worry. Just checking out your ass. Hairy around the crack, I perceive. You’d better shave it if you want to enter the contest.”
“What contest?”
“The Great Mr. Bi-Curious Nude Pose Off. You and your friend ought to enter. You guys are spectacular.”
“What are those things?” I asked, pointing to a small wooden box fixed to a post. “I see them all over the place.”
“Condom dispensers. They’re very strict here. Even paradise has to have its rules.”
As we rounded a bend I was shocked by the sight of two guys in their early thirties fucking doggy style in a small clearing. The top guy didn’t even stop pumping when we approached. Derek seemed amused by the find and addressed a salutation to the top: “Hey Bob, don’t hurt Mr. Evans. He’s my friend, ha ha.”
We quickly moved on. “Things sure are relaxed around here. Who were those two?”
“Mr. Evans is my psychology prof. Bob’s just Bob. Jesus, I think I’m getting a little hard too.”
I was starting to feel a bit light headed: seeing Carter in his birthday suit, the outdoor nakedness, parading along the pool deck with Derek while laser eyes drilled into our retreating backsides, the casual fucking, the anticipated cock sucking. My boner was reaching maximum: a proud past-parallel riser with a final slight droop downwards. Derek led me to a tree stump and told me to sit down while he positioned himself. Next he cupped his left hand under my balls and prepared to suck me, but stopped and looked up.
“Don’t you want to remove your hat? You’re too much of a pushover to be just curious.”
“I’d just as soon keep it on if you don’t mind. I’ve got my reasons.” Derek continued to hold my nuts and stare at me, while my waving prick couldn’t entice him to chomp down on it. “It’s my friend, okay, he’s just not ready...now suck me off for fuck sakes.” He then attacked my prick. I felt the fusing of my cock with his slippery warm mouth as his tongue worked the softer underside of my shaft. Then he plunged in deeply and expertly, entering and withdrawing in quick alteration, making popping sounds; he nibbled at my dickhead, drawing his teeth over my ridge, then gently bit the shaft. He spit on my cock and licked it and sucked it some more. This was great, I thought, but I really wanted to suck his teen wiener. But when I lowered my eyes and saw a blond head bobbing back and forth and smelled his suntan lotion mixed with the salty tang of the brown body, I lost it; I pulled out and a gooey load flew just past his face, startling him.
“Wow, that was quick. You should have told me you were about to come.”
“But what about you? You didn’t even jerk yourself off.” It was true, his cock was still only partially hard, dickhead barely peeping out of his foreskin. He just laughed and fingered some cum dripping on his shoulder.
“It’s only 11 o’clock, dude. The whole day is ahead of me. I can’t be shooting now.”
How selfless, I thought. I gathered up a bit of remaining cum and smeared it on his face, provoking some inane laughter. “Look, now we’re going to have to get cleaned up. Maybe a swim?”
“Even better, there’s an outdoor shower near here. Let’s go.” I followed him along a trail which afforded me the leisure to espy a few golden hairs on his small curvy brown ass. Thoughts of spreading those mounds apart and experiencing his succulent hole were interrupted when he turned around and pointed to the shower. The rudimentary structure consisted of a wooden water trough and platform; perforated wooden buckets that could be draped over a trestle served as the shower. Very primitive but also very sexy as it was completely in the open air. Mr. Evans and Bob were under the buckets while a third guy, some muscular Italian looking dude occupied another. There was only one more bucket available. A chorus of three voices singing “Derek” greeted us. I was introduced to the Italian dude, Mario. Up close he appeared to be about 24, fairly smooth skinned and muscular with powerful but well shaped legs. Derek was anxious we hit it off.
“Why don’t you share with Mario. Get to know each other.”
I was glad to and although Mario didn’t seem too friendly he quickly made room for me on the small platform. He dipped a bucket into the trough and splashed it on me.
Eying the baseball hat he eyed me dubiously and said, “We can wash each other, okay?”
“Okay.”
“You can start with my prick.” An enormously long and thick uncut Italian sausage loomed into view, dark even in the bright sunshine. I gently folded the thick and overhanging foreskin back to reveal a large reddish dickhead. Derek was breathing over my shoulder, smirking. I proceeded to lather up my hands with a huge foam of soap, then used long rhythmical strokes of a clenched hand to choke his rapidly hardening shaft with soap. Leaving his boner hanging stiff at attention I used a sponge to wash his chest and back, and then his muscular brown smooth ass. But his huge loosely hanging nut sack required the special attention only a hand could provide. I fingered each oval shaped testicle with tenderness and rubbed the delicate skin of his scrotum. Glancing at
Derek I noticed he was also hard from looking at Mario getting soaped up. Then, taking a gob of soap in my hand I instructed Mario to bend over, and using two fingers gently plunged into his velvety hole and twirled them around; then withdrew to apply more soap and enter again, simply finger fucking him this time.
Can I rinse him out, can I?”
“Oh, Derek! Okay, go ahead.”
Using a bucket Derek sloshed a generous splash of water on Mario’s bum and methodically rinsed his hole with his fingers. I glanced down and noticed Derek’s rock hard veiny cock was proudly erect at a 45 degree angle, pink dickhead now totally exposed. I estimated he was not quite 6 inches. After washing Mario he leaned his bum against the wooden rail and folded his arms on his chest, and to my astonishment cum began to emerge from the slit in his pink dickhead and drip down the brown shaft. “Aw shit. Mario...!”
Mario just laughed but did not come; I wasn’t ready just yet (obviously). Towels were not available so all five of us just dripped dried in the sunshine and made small talk.
“Come on Gary, let’s go down that trail. Maybe we’ll see some action.” I nodded a good bye to Mario and headed off with Derek. The trails were fairly soft but still a bit harsh for tender feet.
“Flip flops wouldn’t be bad now.”
“Your feet will get used to it. You feel more naked without them. We’re purists here.”
“So I notice.”
“Sorry we can’t hold hands but my boyfriend may be lurking. He doesn’t mind me screwing around, he does it too of course, he just doesn’t approve of displays of affection with other guys. Of course, I’ve caught him kissing another guy a couple of time, the hypocrite. Oh look, here comes Prentice.” A tall skinny college boy approached us. He too was sporting an all over tan; plus frizzy hair, geeky glasses, a tuft of dark hair between smooth flat tits, thin hairy legs. He was hatless. The three of us formed a conversational triangle. While talking to Derek, Prentice looked at my junk and I looked at his: a cut five inch cock pointing outwards at the base and then looping down because of gravity. The shaft was regular width but he had an oversized dickhead. I felt kind of inferior with my fairly nondescript cock compared to his conversation piece. A low hanging pink ball sack placed two testicles on either side of his dickhead. Like me he had a full pubic bush.
I was distracted by Prentice’s nakedness and wasn’t following his conversation with Derek too closely until the following caught my attention: “... met this guy, a bi-curious like your friend here, he was totally gorgeous, young, built totally solid...”
“Totally white skin and a huge cut cock?”
“You’ve seen him?”
“He came with Gary here.”
Smiling at me, Prentice continued: “Anyway, we just met on the trail. We got to talking, he had a real lot of questions about the place. Of course, I’m staring at this enormous cock of his and suddenly he’s asking me to act in a fantasy he’s always had. He’s always wanted a gay guy to be forced to suck him off. But get this, he asks if it’s okay if he calls me a fag - like ‘suck on this, you fag’.” Derek doubled over in laughter at this; Prentice laughed too.
“So what did you do?” Derek said, but I was screaming the same question in my mind. And starting to get hard again.
“What do you think? I wrapped my lips around that fat wiener of his.”
“How big was it.”
“At least 9, and thick as I say. I gagged of course and mostly ended up licking it. But get this: we were barely into it when he shot his load.”
“Our Red Sox fan here did the same with me about an hour ago, he came almost right away when I sucked him off.” They both winked knowingly at me, the rookie. I just smiled sheepishly. But my thoughts were still on Carter: if he was willing to be sucked off so soon maybe we could fool around; maybe naked wrestling to start followed by a soak in the tub; then later plowing his huge white mounds! Just the thought of these pleasures, and the naked conviviality with Derek and Prentice in the open sunshine, caused my cock to stiffen. Derek stared at it:
“You thinking about your friend? Wouldn’t you like to mess around with him?”
“Yeah, I’m thinking about him in that way.”
Derek filled Prentice in on how I’d only seen my friend’s prick for the first time that morning. They had a good laugh over that. Turning to me, Derek said:
“I’m sure you’ll both discover something today. In the meantime I’d like you to meet my boyfriend. He should be over by the pool now.” We headed back towards the pool area and Prentice left us. My boner subsided as we walked along, and when we approached the pool Derek asked me if I could pick out his boyfriend. One of the guys I hadn’t noticed there before interested me, a tall dude of about 27 standing by himself, hairy chest and legs, scraggly black hair.
“Is it the tall guy, black hair?”
“Hey, you’re good. His name is Gord.”
We walked up to Gord and as Derek made the introductions I sized up the boyfriend. Generally, I could do without chest hair but his fur seemed to suit him, bare skin peeking through all the way to his throat. Weirdly, severely trimmed pubic hair crowned a scraggly mass of upper leg hair. His dark circumcised cock was hanging about three and a half. He was blessed with flaming red low hangers. After checking me out and smiling thinly, he excused himself and approached two guys who had just arrived. I studied his somewhat flat bum as he retreated: while not a great ass, I found the trace amounts of hair, the thin dark line of his crack, and the nice subtle curve towards the legs boner worthy. Derek startled me:
“Would you like to fuck my boyfriend?”
“Uh, sure, I guess. But I’d really like to fuck you.”
“Ha ha. All in good time. But I’d really like to see somebody fuck Gord. I’ve never seen it, honest. I’d love to see a muscle dude who’s younger than him get him down on all fours, spread his ass, then poke it in and make him squeal.”
“That seems doable. But...”
“Don’t worry, I’ll see if he’s interested.”
“Well, just don’t stand there.”
“Right now? You’re awfully eager, aren’t you?” Derek trundled off after Gord, after telling me to “circulate.” I was now alone on the pool deck. Everyone else was talking in twos or small groups.
Feeling like a naked wallflower I decided to splash around in the pool. The water was cool but I could be more observant there. About a dozen guys milled around the pool; about half were interesting from a physical standpoint. A new collection of three hatted college boys could be seen standing back in a group chatting, but slyly checking everyone out. Then like a vision Carter came striding into view from a trail. His muscles, white skin and huge cock certainly earned glances from the other guys, and I felt a pride in being associated with him. I swam over to the side of the pool where Carter squatted baseball-catcher style. For the first time I got a good look at his balls. Clearly outlined in the swaying nut sack, they were almost touching the cement deck. A snaggle of light brown hair sprouted from the skin around his anus. He was eager to report his findings:
“This place is amazing. I’m walking along a trail and come across a threesome fucking and sucking. Right out in the open. And there’s a group of about six surrounding them, just watching. So free and easy.”
“Sex without the bullshit.”
“Exactly.” His attitude was so far from censorious, I felt encouraged.
“Hop in the water.”
“I’d better not. I’ve got suntan lotion on me.”
“Where’d you get it?”
“Some guy gave me some.”
“Did he put it on you?”
“Well, I felt I had to give him something in return. Just a feel though, everywhere except my parts. He had a friend with him who seemed a bit jealous.”
“He probably wanted to do it himself. Meet anyone else?”
“Yeah, I was talking to a group of these bi-guys, all married. They said they came here only to get blow jobs. They said the gay guys all were great at it and more than willing, it goes without saying.” Carter then got out of his squat and sat down on the deck and dangled his feet in the water. He had a serene look on his face.
“So you, what... you like this place?”
“No, I didn’t say that. Well...maybe. I don’t know. It’s different. So free. Surrounded by people with a normal sex drive. No clothes...”
“Did you see anyone else?” After a puzzled silence from Carter, I added “Like some skinny geeky looking guy? Name of Prentice.”
Carter’s jaw dropped. “How did you know about that?”
“Word travels fast around here. We came here to do a job. Besides, a guy doesn’t lose his status as a straight guy if all he does is get sucked off.” Carter’s face expressed a pensive and inward confusion. I had to blurt out, “Don’t worry, I got sucked off too.” The cloud in Carter’s eyes lifted slightly at my words.
“Oh yeah, by who?”
“By that young dude we saw first; his name is Derek. It’s okay, he’s legal. Sucks a mean cock.”
“So does that guy Prentice. In fact, it was the best blow job I ever got. I have to think it was because it was from another guy. They know how to do it and you never have to beg. How about you: was that your first time being sucked off by a guy?”
I hesitated, blushing before saying: “Don’t ask, don’t tell.” Carter just smiled wryly and I felt even more encouraged. I got out of the pool to sit with him in silence. The novelty factor of looking at a hot guy’s cock never wears off and I took even longer and bolder glances at Carter’s.
“You know, you’re creating a sensation here with that huge cock of yours.”
“I know. It feels great. I’m top dog.”
I noticed Derek and his boyfriend Gord about thirty feet away, talking by themselves. Derek was grinning about something. I supposed the conversation concerned his scheme for having me pork his boyfriend. Standing near them was a guy about my own age, embodying a type I always found very erotic: the beefy blond with a small cock. His pink dickhead could barely be seen peeking out of a tangle of light brown pubic hair. He just stood there (hatless), arms folded across his hairless chest above a hard rounded belly, one bent leg thrust forward. My cock was roused from its lethargy but I didn’t care if Carter noticed. The atmosphere of the place was getting to me. Concerned about what Derek would blab if he approached us I decided to sound Carter out:
“What’s your opinion of ass fucking? As long as a guy is a top only can he still be straight?” I was thinking of those porn stars of the 80's who were marketed as “straight” because they never sucked cock or took it up the ass, only dished it out. Total bullshit of course, but I wondered if that rationale was still valid for those still needing a fig leaf for their real orientation. Instead of answering Carter’s eyes took on a far away look and tiny beads of sweat appeared on his brow.
“Carter?”
“...That’s always been a fantasy of mine. To exercise the most complete domination possible over another guy, to humiliate him by entering him. It’s not really sexual, I don’t think. Why am I telling you all this?” As he said this he lifted his legs out of the water and pressed his knees up near his chin.
“Because you feel relaxed; in this place all the normal rules have been inverted. Next day we can put our clothes back on and return to the regular world. But I’ve got to tell you something: after Derek sucked me off he asked me if I wanted to fuck his boyfriend. Imagine that!”
“Imagine that. What did you say to him?”
While thinking of something to say I noticed Derek approaching us. “Oh look, he’s coming over here now.” Seeing Derek walk allowed me again to gaze on his naked body in motion. His uncut wiener jounced and shimmied, flipped and flopped as his bare feet pounded the concrete. I wondered if and how Carter could remain indifferent to Derek’s brown skinned youth and beauty, now radiantly on display three feet from us as we twisted our bodies to face him. How could anyone not want to have sex with such a creature? I introduced Carter and Derek to each other. Carter had lowered his legs and his partially engorged cock lay flopped across a thigh sporting eight long fat inches. Derek shamelessly ogled it while he stood over us. Derek to Carter: “That’s my boyfriend over there. He thinks you’re a good looking dude.” Now addressing me: “There’s been a slight change in plans. My boyfriend wants to get fucked by your friend here. So I guess you can have my ass.” Carter’s mouth opened at this salvo but no words came out. So far so good. Derek continued: “I said to him ‘you want that big cock up your ass? Are you nuts?’ My boyfriend, he’s just a show-off.” To Carter: “How about it, would you like to nail the hairy dude over there?” Gord was about 20 feet away leaning against the diving board, arms folded, faking indifference.
Self-consciously, eyes shifting, he mumbled his assent. I noticed Gord and the big bellied blond were already heading off down a trail. Derek looked at them and said: “Come on, we can’t keep them waiting. The blond guy is Chuck. He just wants to watch.” The three of us rushed to join them; just when we were about five feet away I became mesmerized by Chuck’s large bum: shaped like matching watermelons and firm, his ass crack ended at the top to form a tight Y. Jesus, I thought, that’s really nice. It was also smooth and just lightly tanned unlike the rest of his body.
Derek noticed my interest: “Hey, Gary, do you want my ass or Chuck’s?” Chuck turned around to laugh at me.
“I was just admiring it, that’s all.”
We all halted at a small clearing. The focus seemed to be on Carter and Gord; the rest of us milled around them waiting for something to happen. At close proximity the two stared at each other until Gord averted his eyes, turned around and lowered himself on all fours, the ritual completed in total silence. Carter spoke: “I need to get hard. You, the blond guy, suck my cock.” Chuck scampered over, got on his knees and raised a hand to prop up Carter’s enormous wiener. Wide eyed in admiration for its flawless pure white beauty, he kissed it gently before putting his mouth over the dickhead. Oblivious to this, Gord remained stationary on all fours, eyes straight ahead, sway backed, pendulous ball sack hanging low, anus obscured by a swirl of curly black hairs. Derek poked me in the ribs inviting me to share his delight in seeing his boyfriend in that position. Meanwhile, Chuck was beginning to get a hands-free boner: we saw his cock inflate from its nest in the mass of pubic hair as it curved upwards four proud inches, the same angle and curvature as a hook for a coat. I was so excited looking at the tiny cock on this big blond that I began a slow beating off. It was my turn to nudge Derek in the ribs. He responded by leaning over and squeezing Chuck’s cock: “It’s as hard as a diamond. He could pull a trailer with that thing,” he said as he resumed his position next to me and began to beat off too. I put my arm around Derek’s small hard shoulder muscles and drew him close to me; the sides of our bums smacked together. I felt his hand caress the skin of my ass and his fingers slowly penetrate the warmth of my crack. In turn I palmed his small hard mounds, gently pinching the tight flesh.
It was fascinating watching Chuck trying to get a measure of Carter’s huge prick, now fully erect; he slobbered over it, then choked on it, tried nibbling at the sides, licked it as if it were a huge popsicle. Carter took over and began slapping it against his face. Then, abruptly he shoved Chuck aside and lowered himself in preparation of entering Gord. “Finally”, muttered a wild eyed Derek.
Carter tentatively nestled his pink knob in Gord’s anus, paused, and then began an infinitely slow penetration, stopping about a couple of inches inside. Both guys made subtle adjustments of their bodies before Carter’s cock resumed its slow journey inside Gord’s hole. Beads of sweat formed on Gord’s forehead; his eyes were shut tight and tiny grunts emitted from his lips. Derek slipped from me and squatted opposite his boyfriend’s face; he reached over and played with his long black hair, tugging and twisting it. Gord opened his eyes but only to stare at the ground. Carter, now inside as far as he dared, paused before beginning a slow rhythmical fuck. This continued for a awhile; I was impatient to experience Derek’s hole, however, and moved behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Understanding immediately, he fell on his back and splayed his legs upwards, pink butthole winking as I prepared to enter him. We exchanged smiles and rubbed noses in our joy, then I glided my cock inside Derek’s tight channel. I began a quick pumping; looking up, I saw the contortions in Gord’s face not more than a few feet away. Carter’s eyes were shut tight. Leaning down to Derek I kissed him on the lips and tasted his tongue as I paused my fucking and we simply melded, cock in ass, and I lowered myself so our sweaty chests could rub against each other. Then I resumed my fuck hoping to make it last but Derek, hands behind his head, squirted a huge load on his chest. I thought I could hold off but Chuck slapped my ass a few times, hard. It was like an electric charge; I unsheathed and aimed a looping arc of cum on Derek’s face. I fell on top of him and we lay there panting and listening to the rutting of Carter and Gord above us, while Chuck idly stroked my back.
Derek and I stood up and held hands while waiting for things to finish up: Chuck’s tiny cock hidden in his pumping fist as he came; the final explosion from Carter as he came in Gord’s hole, then the two collapsing in a sweaty heap, laughing. A wobbly bunch of guys headed to the outdoor shower. We soaped up in silence, all boners spent. Before heading back we drip dried in the sunshine. I looked for my hat which I had discarded before showering, but it was gone. Carter’s face registered a puzzled surprise when he realized his was gone too. Chuck behind us just snorted in derision, saying “you guys don’t need these” as he held them in his hand. We couldn’t argue to have them returned so we just shrugged our shoulders and marched back to the camp hatless, with the others. Carter walked a little ahead of me with an expressionless look and I feasted my eyes again on his body: his supreme masculine beauty hadn’t a shred of dignity, naked as he was; neither did any of us of course, and we revelled in it, in the comradeship. I especially loved Carter’s huge white hairless buttocks, now undulating gently with his gait. Despite my satiation and I still could yearn at that moment to plant my cock between his ass crack; a dry fuck would be fun to start, feeling the warmth of the round mounds engulf my prick, and then a slow gentle plunge into his hole. Well, today had been a start.
In the ride homeward silence prevailed, until I quietly asked Carter: “Are you going back to enter the pose-off? Have you heard about it?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard of it... It sounds like fun. I should win.” We both smiled.
“But we’ll have to register.”
“Yeah, how about going there tomorrow?”
“We’ll go tomorrow. To register...and do other things.”
I think my jaw must have dropped. He continued: “You see, bear with me on this, many men apparently are what they call ‘bi-curious.’ Are you familiar with the term?”
“I think so. It means guys who consider themselves straight but wonder what it would feel like to, you know, fool around with another guy, on the side, sort of...” I stopped at this point as I noticed Campbell frowning at me. Recovering, I continued, “Sir, since I’m only 23 I’m sort of up to date on these new trends, or fads....”
He sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I suppose you are. Anyway, we want to investigate the place. See if there are any immoral things going on.”
“Like prostitution?”
“Yes, that and to see if any underage people are there. Here, I took a printout from their website.” He handed me a single sheet of paper which briefly outlined the purposes and goals of the institute. There wasn’t much information given, sadly not even pictures of naked men. But I was intrigued by one phrase - “clothes free atmosphere” - which stirred my cock. Trying to suppress a smile I handed the page back to Campbell, who continued: “Of course, I won’t send you out alone there. Thomas Carter will go with you. Do you know him?” My mind conjured up a picture of a rugged young man, a rookie like me, obviously muscular under his uniform, large head shaved down to almost nothing.
“I’ve seen him around.”
“Good. You’ll start immediately. He’s already been filled in.” Campbell droned on about the assignment but I wasn’t paying much attention. Oh boy, I thought, I’m in for a bit of co-worker nakedness: Carter and myself at this place, this “clothes free” place, wandering around checking things out. I’ve only seen two colleagues naked, in the gym showers, and they weren’t exactly hot; so much so that I didn’t even bother to check out their cocks when I had the chance. But Carter, that would be something else! I met him the next day and we drove over to The Campus Institute of the Bi-Curious. As I sized him up in the car he seemed even sexier up close, a case of the strong silent type I was a sucker for, complete with a permanent scowl on his face. He had talked to one of the administrators over the phone and had a lot more information about the place than me.
“Basically the place is almost like a nudist colony. The guy on the phone didn’t come out and say so but it’s obvious the guys go there to hook up. Maybe we should stick together like we’re an item, so that we won’t be hit on.” I didn’t like the sound of that - stick together - I wanted to go off by myself for some action and didn’t want a straight chaperone.
“But we’d be more effective if we split up, we’d get more done that way.”
“Whatever.”
“What about the bi-curious part?”
“All guys who go there can choose to wear a baseball cap, worn backwards, which designates them as bi-curious. Apparently the gays aren’t allowed to bother them. The bi-curious can watch and observe the action and if they’re interested can join in...or not. There’s no pressure, supposedly.”
“Hey Carter, are we going to wear the caps?”
“Asshole,” he said in a friendly way, or in as friendly a way as he was capable.
The institute turned out to be a small estate consisting of an administrative building, a central outdoors recreation area with a swimming pool, and wooded nature trails beyond spotted here and there with open air shacks. After paying a nominal fee and given a short lecture by someone in the administration office we started to head to the locker room. But Carter stopped and turned to the employee and asked: “Are towels available in the locker room?”
“Yes, but only for use in the locker room. When on the grounds the total nudity rule is in effect.”
As we headed to the locker room I experienced a rush of excitement provoked by the words “total nudity”. We found two empty lockers side by side in the empty room and began to strip. Eyes straight ahead as I peeled off my clothes I couldn’t repress a smile, a manifestation of anticipated delight. I chanced a glance at my partner: smooth muscular chest, totally white, same basic 5'10" frame as mine. Eyes now turned back to my locker. His pants now off, another glance sideways: powerful legs, a sparse collection of tiny light colored hairs. A rising spirit of competitiveness took hold of me as Carter proved to be even more muscular than his clothed figure indicated. He whipped his blue briefs off and began to tussle with his socks. “What, no tattoos Carter?”
“Never liked them. Hurry up and strip.”
I still hadn’t gotten a good look at his prick, but that could wait. As he swaggered towards a table of baseball caps to make his selection I got a good look at his ass. Gulp! A magnificent round white ass, large and completely smooth. I had to call upon all my powers of self-control learned in various school, gym, and team shower rooms. This would be tough, I thought. After I finished my strip I walked towards Carter who was preoccupied with selecting a hat. The perfect time to check out the goods: it turned out to be an enormous circumcised cock with a pure white shaft and a blueish dickhead, a classic cone shape perfectly proportioned to the shaft. I found this strange: in my experience the big ones usually had at least one flaw, an odd bend perhaps, bulging veins, color variations on the shaft, maybe an odd tapering, some blemish. But his was smooth perfection, thickness and length in perfect balance. A designer cock. Set off by a severe pubic trim hardly needed to establish his size superiority.
Approaching Carter I appreciated the partial engorgement of my cock as long as it didn’t get out of hand. I estimated I was now a respectable four inches instead of my usual soft three. Still, it was completely outclassed by my partner’s. With a sinking heart I even feared it might even be twice as big, or nearly so. He selected a Yankees cap and then stared at me, sizing me up in a competitive way. “I see you work out, Wilson.” Indeed, it was a saw off: I was perhaps more defined but he was bulky strong. As he checked me out I instinctively tightened my chest and arm muscles; there was no need to suck in my gut as it didn’t protrude.
“Yeah, four times a week. You work out too?”
He seemed quite insulted by the question and answered in a challenging way: “Yeah, can’t you tell?”
After I selected a Red Sox hat and placed it in the standard backwards position Carter and I headed for the locker room exit and halted. We exchanged slightly nervous smiles and waited for the other to walk through the door. Thinking fast I opened it wide and said, “You first, Carter”. My colleague then whisked past me and out onto the path to the recreation area. As I followed I was stunned by the beauty of the brilliant sunshine on the bare white skin of his backside: the slab of muscular back, the hairless round bum, the muscular legs with the defined calf muscles. He wasn’t swaggering now, though. Neither was I; it just felt weird. Carter waited for me to catch up to him so we could walk side by side, two young bulls in their naked glory. There were about 10 or 12 guys situated around the pool, some milling about, some sitting on chairs in twos chatting, there was even a guy swimming. The ages seemed to range between 20 and 35. I counted 4 guys wearing baseball hats; they looked like college students. The sense of weirdness quickly dissipated for both of us as we began to feel more comfortable; the surrender of our petty dignity in the egalitarianism of group nudity led to a feeling of serenity. So much so we began to strut along the pool deck; some guys openly stared at us, others glanced surreptitiously. We decided to sit at the shallow end and dangle our legs in the pool. Nothing much seemed to be going on; there weren’t even any boners to report. It all seemed pretty relaxed.
About a minute later we spotted coming up one of the nature trails a young man of singular beauty: resplendent blond hair falling to his shoulder, lean build, rich all over tan. As he got closer to us I noticed he didn’t have any pubic hair. Or a hat. I had to instruct my prick to cool it.
Carter eyed him suspiciously. “Say, what’s this? This guy could be an illegal.”
“Do you think? Let me find out. We can split up. Why don’t you go down one of those trails and check things out?” In other words I wanted this young guy for myself. Luckily for me Carter assented and began to wander away. As he did so the potential illegal shamelessly stared at his retreating ass. When he finally stopped staring and turned his head I made eye contact with him. He smiled and approached me. His average sized uncut wiener matched the uniform brown of his body. He sat down beside me.
“That guy your friend?”
“Yeah, we’re together.”
After a dubious glance at my hat he extended his hand and said his name was Derek. I shook his hand and told him my name - Gary.
“What does he feed that thing? Did you ever measure it?”
“No. I only saw it for the first time five minutes ago. We work together. This is our first time here.” As I said this I studied his body: lean brown torso; large nipples; golden curly hairs on his upper legs; his cock, which when seen up close featured a mass of prominent veins twisted around the shaft. Also, the absence of a telltale bump in the foreskin indicated a modest sized dickhead.
“I’m not a size fanatic or anything. Still, you’ve got to admire something like that. Myself, as you can see, my guy is Mr. Average.” He lowered his head to admire his cock, like he had never seen it before.
“You’ve got a nice tan.” I was becoming aroused.
“And you’ve got a great build, like your friend. Say, I know it’s against the rules for the gay guys to initiate things, but would you let me suck your cock? Don’t say you’re not interested,” he said, winking at my inflating cock.
“Okay, but not here.” I fully realized I had to find out his age but felt myself swept along.
“Of course, not here. Let’s go down one of those trails.” My new friend rose and loomed over me, expectantly. “Well?” I didn’t want to parade along the pool deck sporting six inches which was near parallel by now, and told him so. Chuckling, Derek gave me a pitying look, and said “You curious guys just kill me. Here, just tuck it in like this” and proceeded to stick his ass out and bend forward slightly from the waist. Of course I knew the technique, having used it a couple of times in the past in the gym showers to make an emergency exit. In this setting things were more forgiving of course, funny almost, but somehow still uncool. Lured by the prospect of getting my cock sucked by this young beauty I rose to walk gingerly with him along the pool deck, semi or no semi. Derek gently latched on to my right hand and squeezed gently causing a twitch in my groin.
“You’re not helping things.” But I folded my larger hand over his and squeezed it as well. As we left the pool area a warm gentle breeze caressed my bare ass and I thought I died and gone to heaven.
“You go to the college?”
“Yeah, I’m a Freshmen. Don’t worry, I’m old enough, in fact I’ll be 19 soon. Squares like you worry about such things. Don’t get pissed. I like squares, they have such great bodies. Like your friend. I’ll bet he’s a square too.”
I found myself walking alone. Derek had detached his hand and was now behind me. “Don’t worry. Just checking out your ass. Hairy around the crack, I perceive. You’d better shave it if you want to enter the contest.”
“What contest?”
“The Great Mr. Bi-Curious Nude Pose Off. You and your friend ought to enter. You guys are spectacular.”
“What are those things?” I asked, pointing to a small wooden box fixed to a post. “I see them all over the place.”
“Condom dispensers. They’re very strict here. Even paradise has to have its rules.”
As we rounded a bend I was shocked by the sight of two guys in their early thirties fucking doggy style in a small clearing. The top guy didn’t even stop pumping when we approached. Derek seemed amused by the find and addressed a salutation to the top: “Hey Bob, don’t hurt Mr. Evans. He’s my friend, ha ha.”
We quickly moved on. “Things sure are relaxed around here. Who were those two?”
“Mr. Evans is my psychology prof. Bob’s just Bob. Jesus, I think I’m getting a little hard too.”
I was starting to feel a bit light headed: seeing Carter in his birthday suit, the outdoor nakedness, parading along the pool deck with Derek while laser eyes drilled into our retreating backsides, the casual fucking, the anticipated cock sucking. My boner was reaching maximum: a proud past-parallel riser with a final slight droop downwards. Derek led me to a tree stump and told me to sit down while he positioned himself. Next he cupped his left hand under my balls and prepared to suck me, but stopped and looked up.
“Don’t you want to remove your hat? You’re too much of a pushover to be just curious.”
“I’d just as soon keep it on if you don’t mind. I’ve got my reasons.” Derek continued to hold my nuts and stare at me, while my waving prick couldn’t entice him to chomp down on it. “It’s my friend, okay, he’s just not ready...now suck me off for fuck sakes.” He then attacked my prick. I felt the fusing of my cock with his slippery warm mouth as his tongue worked the softer underside of my shaft. Then he plunged in deeply and expertly, entering and withdrawing in quick alteration, making popping sounds; he nibbled at my dickhead, drawing his teeth over my ridge, then gently bit the shaft. He spit on my cock and licked it and sucked it some more. This was great, I thought, but I really wanted to suck his teen wiener. But when I lowered my eyes and saw a blond head bobbing back and forth and smelled his suntan lotion mixed with the salty tang of the brown body, I lost it; I pulled out and a gooey load flew just past his face, startling him.
“Wow, that was quick. You should have told me you were about to come.”
“But what about you? You didn’t even jerk yourself off.” It was true, his cock was still only partially hard, dickhead barely peeping out of his foreskin. He just laughed and fingered some cum dripping on his shoulder.
“It’s only 11 o’clock, dude. The whole day is ahead of me. I can’t be shooting now.”
How selfless, I thought. I gathered up a bit of remaining cum and smeared it on his face, provoking some inane laughter. “Look, now we’re going to have to get cleaned up. Maybe a swim?”
“Even better, there’s an outdoor shower near here. Let’s go.” I followed him along a trail which afforded me the leisure to espy a few golden hairs on his small curvy brown ass. Thoughts of spreading those mounds apart and experiencing his succulent hole were interrupted when he turned around and pointed to the shower. The rudimentary structure consisted of a wooden water trough and platform; perforated wooden buckets that could be draped over a trestle served as the shower. Very primitive but also very sexy as it was completely in the open air. Mr. Evans and Bob were under the buckets while a third guy, some muscular Italian looking dude occupied another. There was only one more bucket available. A chorus of three voices singing “Derek” greeted us. I was introduced to the Italian dude, Mario. Up close he appeared to be about 24, fairly smooth skinned and muscular with powerful but well shaped legs. Derek was anxious we hit it off.
“Why don’t you share with Mario. Get to know each other.”
I was glad to and although Mario didn’t seem too friendly he quickly made room for me on the small platform. He dipped a bucket into the trough and splashed it on me.
Eying the baseball hat he eyed me dubiously and said, “We can wash each other, okay?”
“Okay.”
“You can start with my prick.” An enormously long and thick uncut Italian sausage loomed into view, dark even in the bright sunshine. I gently folded the thick and overhanging foreskin back to reveal a large reddish dickhead. Derek was breathing over my shoulder, smirking. I proceeded to lather up my hands with a huge foam of soap, then used long rhythmical strokes of a clenched hand to choke his rapidly hardening shaft with soap. Leaving his boner hanging stiff at attention I used a sponge to wash his chest and back, and then his muscular brown smooth ass. But his huge loosely hanging nut sack required the special attention only a hand could provide. I fingered each oval shaped testicle with tenderness and rubbed the delicate skin of his scrotum. Glancing at
Derek I noticed he was also hard from looking at Mario getting soaped up. Then, taking a gob of soap in my hand I instructed Mario to bend over, and using two fingers gently plunged into his velvety hole and twirled them around; then withdrew to apply more soap and enter again, simply finger fucking him this time.
Can I rinse him out, can I?”
“Oh, Derek! Okay, go ahead.”
Using a bucket Derek sloshed a generous splash of water on Mario’s bum and methodically rinsed his hole with his fingers. I glanced down and noticed Derek’s rock hard veiny cock was proudly erect at a 45 degree angle, pink dickhead now totally exposed. I estimated he was not quite 6 inches. After washing Mario he leaned his bum against the wooden rail and folded his arms on his chest, and to my astonishment cum began to emerge from the slit in his pink dickhead and drip down the brown shaft. “Aw shit. Mario...!”
Mario just laughed but did not come; I wasn’t ready just yet (obviously). Towels were not available so all five of us just dripped dried in the sunshine and made small talk.
“Come on Gary, let’s go down that trail. Maybe we’ll see some action.” I nodded a good bye to Mario and headed off with Derek. The trails were fairly soft but still a bit harsh for tender feet.
“Flip flops wouldn’t be bad now.”
“Your feet will get used to it. You feel more naked without them. We’re purists here.”
“So I notice.”
“Sorry we can’t hold hands but my boyfriend may be lurking. He doesn’t mind me screwing around, he does it too of course, he just doesn’t approve of displays of affection with other guys. Of course, I’ve caught him kissing another guy a couple of time, the hypocrite. Oh look, here comes Prentice.” A tall skinny college boy approached us. He too was sporting an all over tan; plus frizzy hair, geeky glasses, a tuft of dark hair between smooth flat tits, thin hairy legs. He was hatless. The three of us formed a conversational triangle. While talking to Derek, Prentice looked at my junk and I looked at his: a cut five inch cock pointing outwards at the base and then looping down because of gravity. The shaft was regular width but he had an oversized dickhead. I felt kind of inferior with my fairly nondescript cock compared to his conversation piece. A low hanging pink ball sack placed two testicles on either side of his dickhead. Like me he had a full pubic bush.
I was distracted by Prentice’s nakedness and wasn’t following his conversation with Derek too closely until the following caught my attention: “... met this guy, a bi-curious like your friend here, he was totally gorgeous, young, built totally solid...”
“Totally white skin and a huge cut cock?”
“You’ve seen him?”
“He came with Gary here.”
Smiling at me, Prentice continued: “Anyway, we just met on the trail. We got to talking, he had a real lot of questions about the place. Of course, I’m staring at this enormous cock of his and suddenly he’s asking me to act in a fantasy he’s always had. He’s always wanted a gay guy to be forced to suck him off. But get this, he asks if it’s okay if he calls me a fag - like ‘suck on this, you fag’.” Derek doubled over in laughter at this; Prentice laughed too.
“So what did you do?” Derek said, but I was screaming the same question in my mind. And starting to get hard again.
“What do you think? I wrapped my lips around that fat wiener of his.”
“How big was it.”
“At least 9, and thick as I say. I gagged of course and mostly ended up licking it. But get this: we were barely into it when he shot his load.”
“Our Red Sox fan here did the same with me about an hour ago, he came almost right away when I sucked him off.” They both winked knowingly at me, the rookie. I just smiled sheepishly. But my thoughts were still on Carter: if he was willing to be sucked off so soon maybe we could fool around; maybe naked wrestling to start followed by a soak in the tub; then later plowing his huge white mounds! Just the thought of these pleasures, and the naked conviviality with Derek and Prentice in the open sunshine, caused my cock to stiffen. Derek stared at it:
“You thinking about your friend? Wouldn’t you like to mess around with him?”
“Yeah, I’m thinking about him in that way.”
Derek filled Prentice in on how I’d only seen my friend’s prick for the first time that morning. They had a good laugh over that. Turning to me, Derek said:
“I’m sure you’ll both discover something today. In the meantime I’d like you to meet my boyfriend. He should be over by the pool now.” We headed back towards the pool area and Prentice left us. My boner subsided as we walked along, and when we approached the pool Derek asked me if I could pick out his boyfriend. One of the guys I hadn’t noticed there before interested me, a tall dude of about 27 standing by himself, hairy chest and legs, scraggly black hair.
“Is it the tall guy, black hair?”
“Hey, you’re good. His name is Gord.”
We walked up to Gord and as Derek made the introductions I sized up the boyfriend. Generally, I could do without chest hair but his fur seemed to suit him, bare skin peeking through all the way to his throat. Weirdly, severely trimmed pubic hair crowned a scraggly mass of upper leg hair. His dark circumcised cock was hanging about three and a half. He was blessed with flaming red low hangers. After checking me out and smiling thinly, he excused himself and approached two guys who had just arrived. I studied his somewhat flat bum as he retreated: while not a great ass, I found the trace amounts of hair, the thin dark line of his crack, and the nice subtle curve towards the legs boner worthy. Derek startled me:
“Would you like to fuck my boyfriend?”
“Uh, sure, I guess. But I’d really like to fuck you.”
“Ha ha. All in good time. But I’d really like to see somebody fuck Gord. I’ve never seen it, honest. I’d love to see a muscle dude who’s younger than him get him down on all fours, spread his ass, then poke it in and make him squeal.”
“That seems doable. But...”
“Don’t worry, I’ll see if he’s interested.”
“Well, just don’t stand there.”
“Right now? You’re awfully eager, aren’t you?” Derek trundled off after Gord, after telling me to “circulate.” I was now alone on the pool deck. Everyone else was talking in twos or small groups.
Feeling like a naked wallflower I decided to splash around in the pool. The water was cool but I could be more observant there. About a dozen guys milled around the pool; about half were interesting from a physical standpoint. A new collection of three hatted college boys could be seen standing back in a group chatting, but slyly checking everyone out. Then like a vision Carter came striding into view from a trail. His muscles, white skin and huge cock certainly earned glances from the other guys, and I felt a pride in being associated with him. I swam over to the side of the pool where Carter squatted baseball-catcher style. For the first time I got a good look at his balls. Clearly outlined in the swaying nut sack, they were almost touching the cement deck. A snaggle of light brown hair sprouted from the skin around his anus. He was eager to report his findings:
“This place is amazing. I’m walking along a trail and come across a threesome fucking and sucking. Right out in the open. And there’s a group of about six surrounding them, just watching. So free and easy.”
“Sex without the bullshit.”
“Exactly.” His attitude was so far from censorious, I felt encouraged.
“Hop in the water.”
“I’d better not. I’ve got suntan lotion on me.”
“Where’d you get it?”
“Some guy gave me some.”
“Did he put it on you?”
“Well, I felt I had to give him something in return. Just a feel though, everywhere except my parts. He had a friend with him who seemed a bit jealous.”
“He probably wanted to do it himself. Meet anyone else?”
“Yeah, I was talking to a group of these bi-guys, all married. They said they came here only to get blow jobs. They said the gay guys all were great at it and more than willing, it goes without saying.” Carter then got out of his squat and sat down on the deck and dangled his feet in the water. He had a serene look on his face.
“So you, what... you like this place?”
“No, I didn’t say that. Well...maybe. I don’t know. It’s different. So free. Surrounded by people with a normal sex drive. No clothes...”
“Did you see anyone else?” After a puzzled silence from Carter, I added “Like some skinny geeky looking guy? Name of Prentice.”
Carter’s jaw dropped. “How did you know about that?”
“Word travels fast around here. We came here to do a job. Besides, a guy doesn’t lose his status as a straight guy if all he does is get sucked off.” Carter’s face expressed a pensive and inward confusion. I had to blurt out, “Don’t worry, I got sucked off too.” The cloud in Carter’s eyes lifted slightly at my words.
“Oh yeah, by who?”
“By that young dude we saw first; his name is Derek. It’s okay, he’s legal. Sucks a mean cock.”
“So does that guy Prentice. In fact, it was the best blow job I ever got. I have to think it was because it was from another guy. They know how to do it and you never have to beg. How about you: was that your first time being sucked off by a guy?”
I hesitated, blushing before saying: “Don’t ask, don’t tell.” Carter just smiled wryly and I felt even more encouraged. I got out of the pool to sit with him in silence. The novelty factor of looking at a hot guy’s cock never wears off and I took even longer and bolder glances at Carter’s.
“You know, you’re creating a sensation here with that huge cock of yours.”
“I know. It feels great. I’m top dog.”
I noticed Derek and his boyfriend Gord about thirty feet away, talking by themselves. Derek was grinning about something. I supposed the conversation concerned his scheme for having me pork his boyfriend. Standing near them was a guy about my own age, embodying a type I always found very erotic: the beefy blond with a small cock. His pink dickhead could barely be seen peeking out of a tangle of light brown pubic hair. He just stood there (hatless), arms folded across his hairless chest above a hard rounded belly, one bent leg thrust forward. My cock was roused from its lethargy but I didn’t care if Carter noticed. The atmosphere of the place was getting to me. Concerned about what Derek would blab if he approached us I decided to sound Carter out:
“What’s your opinion of ass fucking? As long as a guy is a top only can he still be straight?” I was thinking of those porn stars of the 80's who were marketed as “straight” because they never sucked cock or took it up the ass, only dished it out. Total bullshit of course, but I wondered if that rationale was still valid for those still needing a fig leaf for their real orientation. Instead of answering Carter’s eyes took on a far away look and tiny beads of sweat appeared on his brow.
“Carter?”
“...That’s always been a fantasy of mine. To exercise the most complete domination possible over another guy, to humiliate him by entering him. It’s not really sexual, I don’t think. Why am I telling you all this?” As he said this he lifted his legs out of the water and pressed his knees up near his chin.
“Because you feel relaxed; in this place all the normal rules have been inverted. Next day we can put our clothes back on and return to the regular world. But I’ve got to tell you something: after Derek sucked me off he asked me if I wanted to fuck his boyfriend. Imagine that!”
“Imagine that. What did you say to him?”
While thinking of something to say I noticed Derek approaching us. “Oh look, he’s coming over here now.” Seeing Derek walk allowed me again to gaze on his naked body in motion. His uncut wiener jounced and shimmied, flipped and flopped as his bare feet pounded the concrete. I wondered if and how Carter could remain indifferent to Derek’s brown skinned youth and beauty, now radiantly on display three feet from us as we twisted our bodies to face him. How could anyone not want to have sex with such a creature? I introduced Carter and Derek to each other. Carter had lowered his legs and his partially engorged cock lay flopped across a thigh sporting eight long fat inches. Derek shamelessly ogled it while he stood over us. Derek to Carter: “That’s my boyfriend over there. He thinks you’re a good looking dude.” Now addressing me: “There’s been a slight change in plans. My boyfriend wants to get fucked by your friend here. So I guess you can have my ass.” Carter’s mouth opened at this salvo but no words came out. So far so good. Derek continued: “I said to him ‘you want that big cock up your ass? Are you nuts?’ My boyfriend, he’s just a show-off.” To Carter: “How about it, would you like to nail the hairy dude over there?” Gord was about 20 feet away leaning against the diving board, arms folded, faking indifference.
Self-consciously, eyes shifting, he mumbled his assent. I noticed Gord and the big bellied blond were already heading off down a trail. Derek looked at them and said: “Come on, we can’t keep them waiting. The blond guy is Chuck. He just wants to watch.” The three of us rushed to join them; just when we were about five feet away I became mesmerized by Chuck’s large bum: shaped like matching watermelons and firm, his ass crack ended at the top to form a tight Y. Jesus, I thought, that’s really nice. It was also smooth and just lightly tanned unlike the rest of his body.
Derek noticed my interest: “Hey, Gary, do you want my ass or Chuck’s?” Chuck turned around to laugh at me.
“I was just admiring it, that’s all.”
We all halted at a small clearing. The focus seemed to be on Carter and Gord; the rest of us milled around them waiting for something to happen. At close proximity the two stared at each other until Gord averted his eyes, turned around and lowered himself on all fours, the ritual completed in total silence. Carter spoke: “I need to get hard. You, the blond guy, suck my cock.” Chuck scampered over, got on his knees and raised a hand to prop up Carter’s enormous wiener. Wide eyed in admiration for its flawless pure white beauty, he kissed it gently before putting his mouth over the dickhead. Oblivious to this, Gord remained stationary on all fours, eyes straight ahead, sway backed, pendulous ball sack hanging low, anus obscured by a swirl of curly black hairs. Derek poked me in the ribs inviting me to share his delight in seeing his boyfriend in that position. Meanwhile, Chuck was beginning to get a hands-free boner: we saw his cock inflate from its nest in the mass of pubic hair as it curved upwards four proud inches, the same angle and curvature as a hook for a coat. I was so excited looking at the tiny cock on this big blond that I began a slow beating off. It was my turn to nudge Derek in the ribs. He responded by leaning over and squeezing Chuck’s cock: “It’s as hard as a diamond. He could pull a trailer with that thing,” he said as he resumed his position next to me and began to beat off too. I put my arm around Derek’s small hard shoulder muscles and drew him close to me; the sides of our bums smacked together. I felt his hand caress the skin of my ass and his fingers slowly penetrate the warmth of my crack. In turn I palmed his small hard mounds, gently pinching the tight flesh.
It was fascinating watching Chuck trying to get a measure of Carter’s huge prick, now fully erect; he slobbered over it, then choked on it, tried nibbling at the sides, licked it as if it were a huge popsicle. Carter took over and began slapping it against his face. Then, abruptly he shoved Chuck aside and lowered himself in preparation of entering Gord. “Finally”, muttered a wild eyed Derek.
Carter tentatively nestled his pink knob in Gord’s anus, paused, and then began an infinitely slow penetration, stopping about a couple of inches inside. Both guys made subtle adjustments of their bodies before Carter’s cock resumed its slow journey inside Gord’s hole. Beads of sweat formed on Gord’s forehead; his eyes were shut tight and tiny grunts emitted from his lips. Derek slipped from me and squatted opposite his boyfriend’s face; he reached over and played with his long black hair, tugging and twisting it. Gord opened his eyes but only to stare at the ground. Carter, now inside as far as he dared, paused before beginning a slow rhythmical fuck. This continued for a awhile; I was impatient to experience Derek’s hole, however, and moved behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. Understanding immediately, he fell on his back and splayed his legs upwards, pink butthole winking as I prepared to enter him. We exchanged smiles and rubbed noses in our joy, then I glided my cock inside Derek’s tight channel. I began a quick pumping; looking up, I saw the contortions in Gord’s face not more than a few feet away. Carter’s eyes were shut tight. Leaning down to Derek I kissed him on the lips and tasted his tongue as I paused my fucking and we simply melded, cock in ass, and I lowered myself so our sweaty chests could rub against each other. Then I resumed my fuck hoping to make it last but Derek, hands behind his head, squirted a huge load on his chest. I thought I could hold off but Chuck slapped my ass a few times, hard. It was like an electric charge; I unsheathed and aimed a looping arc of cum on Derek’s face. I fell on top of him and we lay there panting and listening to the rutting of Carter and Gord above us, while Chuck idly stroked my back.
Derek and I stood up and held hands while waiting for things to finish up: Chuck’s tiny cock hidden in his pumping fist as he came; the final explosion from Carter as he came in Gord’s hole, then the two collapsing in a sweaty heap, laughing. A wobbly bunch of guys headed to the outdoor shower. We soaped up in silence, all boners spent. Before heading back we drip dried in the sunshine. I looked for my hat which I had discarded before showering, but it was gone. Carter’s face registered a puzzled surprise when he realized his was gone too. Chuck behind us just snorted in derision, saying “you guys don’t need these” as he held them in his hand. We couldn’t argue to have them returned so we just shrugged our shoulders and marched back to the camp hatless, with the others. Carter walked a little ahead of me with an expressionless look and I feasted my eyes again on his body: his supreme masculine beauty hadn’t a shred of dignity, naked as he was; neither did any of us of course, and we revelled in it, in the comradeship. I especially loved Carter’s huge white hairless buttocks, now undulating gently with his gait. Despite my satiation and I still could yearn at that moment to plant my cock between his ass crack; a dry fuck would be fun to start, feeling the warmth of the round mounds engulf my prick, and then a slow gentle plunge into his hole. Well, today had been a start.
In the ride homeward silence prevailed, until I quietly asked Carter: “Are you going back to enter the pose-off? Have you heard about it?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard of it... It sounds like fun. I should win.” We both smiled.
“But we’ll have to register.”
“Yeah, how about going there tomorrow?”
“We’ll go tomorrow. To register...and do other things.”
I'm sure we have all met "bi-curious" guys ... hahaha!! I love treating then to a vibrating 
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