Nude Beginnings

Mel and I met at work. I was nineteen, he was eighteen.
My attraction to him was immediate. He was tall and lean and
had dark hair and fair skin. He was one of those guys you
can’t take your eyes off of. You know what I’m talking
about. He was a fucking lust magnet. Every time I saw him,
or heard his soft, sexy voice, my dick twitched with desire.

Mel was such a friendly, outgoing person, getting to
know him was a breeze. After working together for only a
short time, we became good friends. But not as good as I
would have liked. I wanted more from Mel than a casual,
working-stiff camaraderie. I fantasized about him night and
day. I dreamt of stripping him down and explore every inch of
his body. I wanted to bury my face between his thighs and
taste the virile spice of his evasive cock.

When Mel invited me to dinner at his house, I gratefully
accepted. I had my own apartment, but Mel was still living
with his parents. I knew we wouldn’t have the evening to
ourselves, but it was the first time we had socialized
outside of work, and that was an exciting new development in
our relationship.

Mel’s parents were terrific people. Over dinner the
four of us chatted about the big outing they had planned for
the upcoming weekend. Mel turned white as a sheet when his
dad invited me to tag along.

“I’m sure Pete has better things to do with his
weekend,” said Mel.

I didn’t, and if it meant being close to Mel, I was all
for it. “No, I don’t,” I said. “This resort you’re going to
sounds great. I’d love to come along.”

The rest of that evening, and all the next day, Mel
wasn’t at all himself. Something was eating him, and
unfortunately it wasn’t me. I tried to make light of his
nervous demeanor with small talk.

“So, you all packed and ready to go?” I asked. We were
to leave for our weekend of fun in the sun right after work.
Mel nodded. “Hey, you’re not sore because I’m coming along,
are you? I mean, if you’d rather I not go....”

“That’s not it,” said Mel. “I want you to go, but
there’s something you need to know before we leave. My dad
didn’t explain about the living conditions at the resort.
They’re kind of primitive.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by primitive, but it didn’t
matter. Warm sun on a sandy beach with him by my side, I
wanted nothing more. “So it isn’t a four star hotel with
fancy restaurants.”

“It’s a nudist resort,” said Mel. My body felt numb.

“Nude, as in bare-ass, buck naked?”

“You got it,” said Mel. “Cloths are not optional.”

I cleared my throat. “I see. Everyone will be naked;
you, me, everyone?”

Mel nodded. “So, do you still want to go?”

“How do these people react to hardons?”

Blushing, Mel snickered. “It happens,” he said. “It’s
a perfectly natural occurrence for a healthy, young man.”

“In that case, why not. I’m open minded.” I was also
exceptionally horny. No way could I pass up an opportunity
like this.

After checking in at the resort, Mel and I accompanied
his parents to our neighboring rooms. It was late. The sun
had fallen and the beach outside our window was cast in a hew
of pale moon light.

“I think I’m gonna turn in,” said Mel, yawning as he
kicked off his shoes. I kept a close eye on him as he
stripped out of his cloths. My cock stirred restlessly as he
wiggled his underwear down his smooth, tan legs, giving me my
first glimpse of his handsome cock.

His limp organ was a good five inches long; thick, and
uncut. The weight of his twin, egg-shaped bangers caused his
velvety ball-sac to dangle low between his thighs. I
couldn’t help wondering if his balls were always so big, or,
like me, maybe he was horny and his ball were swollen with
pent-up cargo?

“You coming to bed?” Mel asked, crawling between the
covers. There was only the one full size bed. It wasn’t
going to be easy keeping my hands to myself.

Mel giggled when I took off my pants and my stiff boner
reared up to breach the fly of my boxer shorts. “You always
this horny?” he asked.

“Usually,” I snickered.

I took off my underwear, switched off the light, and
crawled into bed. Within minutes Mel was snoring softly, but
I was wide awake. I was aching to play with his big cock, but
I didn’t want to seduce him in his sleep. I turned onto my
side, so I was facing away from Mel, and began jacking my
rigid tool.

My spew was welling up at the base of my pisstube when I
felt something touch my ass. “I’ll do that for you, if you
want me to,” whispered Mel, gently rubbing my ass.

I rolled onto my back and reached over in search of his
cock. “Let’s do it to each other,” I said, breaking out in a
passionate sweat when my fingers came across his engorged
organ.

After seeing how big his dick was soft, I knew his
erection would be huge, but it was even larger than I had
imagined it would be. His cock at least eight inches long, and
two inches in diameter. I’m telling you, it was a real fist
full.

It was fucking great lying there next to Mel, yanking
his cock as he yanked mine. But there was so much more I
wanted to do with him. I wanted to suck his cock and lick
his big swollen nuts. I wanted to rub his gorgeous, round
ass and finger his tight, hairy pucker.

I felt the distended piss tube in the belly of Mel’s
cock jerk spastically. “I’m gonna cuuummm,” he moaned.
“Don’t stop! Faster! Oh yeah, here it comes!”

The stickiness of his hot jism spurted across the back
of my hand and seeped between my fingers. I tightened my grip
around his slippery shaft and pounded his lumbering pud even
harder. His big balls bounced wildly as his gummy pisshole
hurled stings of semen across his smooth belly.

In that narrow space between balls and ass, my muscles
began to knot with orgasmic pleasure. I arched my back,
lifting my buttocks completely off the bed. My passion
exploded, and my dick showered me from crotch to neck with
syrupy globs of succulent cock cream.

The next morning Mel suggest we take a walk on the
beach. Walking naked past the other rooms, knowing at any
second someone could open their door and see us, made my
nipples hard.

The sun had not yet warmed the beach, but it was
bustling with activity. Naked bodies were everywhere.
There were men galore; old, middle-age, young, smooth and
hairy, big and small, cut and uncut; it was a cock lovers
dream come true.

The sand beneath our feet was damp and cool. The subtle
breeze off the lapping waves was invigorating, and the sights
before me stimulating. As we walked along I could feel my
cock swelling. It was making a real spectacle of itself.

“Hey, what do you know,” said Mel, pointing toward a
lone young man standing in a small, isolated inlet. “There’s
Doug.”

The three of us stood in the surf as Mel introduced us.
Damn, this guy was almost as cute as Mel. He had a more
muscular build, and his circumcised cock was more average in
size, but he was hot, real hot.

I extended my arm to shake his hand, but instead of
taking my hand, Doug latched a hold of my stiff, seven inch
rod, and shook it instead.

“Nice to meet you,” he said. “Let me guess, this is
your first visit to a nudist camp. Well don’t worry. Having
a hardon is nothing to be ashamed of.”

Not being one to pass up a chance to feel a guy up, I
reached out and ran my fingers up and down the supple flesh
of Doug’s responsive organ. He shivered, but didn’t object
in the least to being groped.