Nudist Camping with Uncle Mitch and Friends

20-21 May 1972. The Men's Sun-Kissed Nudist Camp wasn't the type of camping most of us had in mind when Mr. Drake suggested we go camping, but,…we'd all had a great time and were interested in returning when the camp opened. [Nudist Camping with Uncle Mitch and Friends - Chapter 2]. For myself, I was having a blast. Bare naked in the great outdoors was arousing by itself and I knew it would be even better with a crowd. Add to it that I'd been fucked at least once by all 6 of the other guys [Mr. Drake, Mr. Jenkins, Uncle Mitch, Mr. Collier, Mr. Dare, and his bottom, Leslie, after Mr. Dare told him to.

We took the two golf carts we'd borrowed with Mr. Dare driving, Uncle Mitch, Mr. Drake and Leslie on Uncle Mitch's lap in one and Mr. Collier driving, Mr. Jenkins and me on Mr. Jenkins' lap.

We went to the nearest restroom and used the facilities, including showers. It was around 5pm when we arrived at our camp and we decided to crash for a couple hours.

Mr. Dare and Leslie took one tent, Mr. Drake and Mr. Jenkins took the second and Mr. Collier, Uncle Mitch and I took the large. Mr. Collier and Mr. Drake had alarm clocks and set them for 7pm. Uncle Mitch fell asleep seconds after he stripped and laid down on the sleeping bag. I relaxed but didn't sleep immediately.

Around five minutes later I heard someone get up and opened my eyes a little to see Mr. C exiting the tent. He stopped outside the tent and said, softly but not in a whisper, "Hey, Mr. Drake. Just can't sleep?"

Mr. Drake told him to call him Leo, "No, not the sleep. J can still manage two days without sleep. Do you do films? Not 35mm: 8 or 16. If you're tired, we can...?"

Mr. C said, "No, not at all. Cali me Jeff. I do 8 and 16, and I've got contacts with a few professionals."

"Ah, how much would it cost?"

Mr. C chuckled, "Sorry, no offense meant. There are a lot of factors. How many, mine or yours or a combination, indoors or out or another location, black and white or color, sound or silent or a music track, costumes, if you bring your own I'd need a doctor’s note that they're clean..." Mr. Drake laughed, "Okay, I get it. We'll get together and figure it out. Ah, does Val do movies? "

"After he graduates, he'll be available."

"That guy just doesn't quit, does he?" Mr. Drake chuckled, "I'm starting to think he's a male nympho."

"A satyromaniac. I wonder myself. I could think of a lot of things worse than wanting to have sex all day." Mr. Drake said something quietly and both laughed. Then Mr. Collier said, "But I uh, seriously, think he's a healthy male who enjoys sex."

And I nodded off.

The alarm clocks both went off at the same time. I woke and managed to find ours between me and Mr. Collier's sleeping bags. I was disorientated. It was seven o’clock, but it didn't feel like morning. There was an empty sleeping bag beside me and another about three feet away. And I had a throbbing hard -on.

I opened my sleeping bag and sat, facing the tent opening. Just as I was figuring out that it was evening and remembering where I was, Mr. Drake entered with a cup of coffee. I turned the camping lantern up. He passed me the cup and smiled "I see you're already up." I shrugged and spread my legs [I enjoyed flirting and I sometimes caught myself doing it before I realized I was]. I smiled, looking at his crotch, then took a longer drink. I said I was having a dirty dream and that he and Mr. Jenkins and most of this group along with fifty more guys were gang banging me. Currently President Nixon was preparing to drive his 12 inches into my ass . He apologized and I said it probably would have woken me up anyway. I put my jockstrap on and, on Mr. Drake's suggestion pulled om a pair of jeans.

He helped me up, then ran a hand over my ass, between my legs, slapped my ass and we went outside and sat near the campfire. Mr. C, Uncle Mitch, an empty chair, Mr. Dare, Mr. Drake, me, Mr. Jenkins was the order, clockwise, in which we sat.

The empty chair was for Leslie, who was apparently still angry at Mr. Dare for cumming on his face.

Mr. C walked over to Mr. Dare, "Is he still on about the facial?" Mr. Dare shook his head, "No, he just doesn't want to play top again. He's suggesting just making an excuse for him."

Mr. C shrugged, "We don't really need 6-on-1. I just don't like surprises, and if this were a session I'd be stuck. Go tell him we'll do five on two, him and Val, and get him out here for dinner."

Mr. C and Uncle Mitch heated the stew and seven hotdog buns and encouraged multiple beers on everyone.

I had a beer with dinner and Mr. Drake brought me another beer and suggested we walk a little so he could float a proposition past me. I said yes and hoped he wasn't going to ask me to work for him again.

So, Mr. Drake stopped around two hundred feet from our camp and took a flask out of his back pocket. He handed it to me, "Scotch. Take a good slug, hold it and chase it with the beer and swallow both together.". I tried it and liked it [and I later tried boilermakers with vodka, whisky and cold sake and preferred scotch and sake, neck and neck, then whisky and vodka], and he immediately had me do two more.

"So, what," l was well-buzzed and smiled, "are you trying to get me interesting in?". I smiled at my flub, "I mean interested sir. Mr. Drake, sir."

He put his left arm around my shoulders and took a slug, "Open your mouth, babe.". I did, and he poured a little more than two ounces into my mouth, "Just the scotch this time.". I took it in three swallows and smiled, "Are you trying to get me drunk before your proposition, sit?"

He smirked , "Drunk? Of course not. You seem fine to me. Quick 133 minus 42." I answered 91 quickly so we decided my brain couldn't be too fuzzy.

So, Mr. Drake was flying two clients in from 7 to 10 July. He wanted me to join them 6pm Saturday the 8th to Sunday morning the 9th. I told him yes and he promised details to come soon but did tell me that he'd like me to put my acting hat on for it.

Mr. C came over and whispered to me to go into the big tent, strip to my jockstrap and bend over the folding chair beside Leslie, facing the back of the tent. I told him about Mr. Drake's request, and he said that was fine. I went in and did as Mr. Collier had instructed. Leslie was bent over a folding chair, facing the tent opening, completely naked.

Mr. C talked with Mr. Drake and okayed July 8 -9 [only in terms of my studio assistant work for him ]. He also wanted to assure I wasn't to be paid. "If you want to give him a gift--cash or whatever--that's up to you. But he doesn't get paid for sex."

The guys came into the tent, stripped and drew straws for order, which turned out to be Mr. Dare, Mr. C, Mr. Drake, Uncle Mitch and Mr. Jenkins. A tube of lubricant was placed on each of our backs and the fifth man would time the participants.

The game was for each top to fuck each of Leslie and my proffered entries for five minutes. The top who lasted longest won.

So, Mr. Dare patted Leslie's cheeks, then slid his semi-hard cock into Leslie's mouth. Leslie sucked it for a couple minutes, then Mr. Dare took over, pumping steadily. Mr. C lubed Leslie's ass in preparation for Mr. Dare and returned to the line. A couple minutes later Mr. Jenkins called "Five minutes!"

Mr. Collier went to Leslie's head and Mr. Dare moved to Leslie's ass. Leslie opened his mouth and Mr. C and Mr. Dare entered him almost simultaneously. Mr. Jenkins called "Start!" and they spit-roasted him, both of them fucking at a nice, steady pace.

Mr. Jenkins called five minutes.

Mr. C moved to Leslie's ass and lightly lubed his cock and Mr. Dare moved to my head. Mr. Drake took his entry spot at Leslie’s head, stroking his cock to full attention. Mr. Jenkins called "Start!" and the guys started fucking. Normally I'd have helped get my top-man off but the point was for one of them to last longest. Mr. Jenkins came over and lubed my hole and returned to his spot behind Uncle Mitch.

Five minutes...

...and Mr. Drake moved to Leslie's ass and lightly lubed his cock, Mr. C moved to my mouth, Mr. Dare moved to my ass and lubed his cock , and Uncle Mitch stepped up to Leslie's head. Mr. Jenkins yelled "Start!" Mr. Dare and Mr. Collier entered my mouth and my ass together and spitroasted me and my cock jerked twice and spilled a little jizz. I closed my eyes and pictured myself bound in this position with a line of men at my mouth and ass, waiting their turn to fill me. Oh my!! 😆

Mr. Jenkins yelled “Five minutes!"

Mr. Dare moved to Leslie's mouth , Uncle Mitch to Leslie's ass, Mr. C to my ass , Mr. Drake to my mouth. Mr. Jenkins yelled “Start!", all of them started and as Mr. C and Mr. Drake thrust their cocks into my ass and mouth and fucked me my cock jerked and another spurt of cum escaped me. It was all I could do to keep myself from moaning and squirming...I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the double ride , anticipating the next pair while hoping this pair would go on and on.

And soon enough Mr. Jenkins yelled “Five minutes!"

Mr. C went to Leslie's ass, Uncle Mitch to my mouth, Mr. Drake to my ass [and lubed his dick and slid it up and down my crotch, teasing, and Mr. Dare to Leslie's mouth. "Start!" I tried to hold on but a minute, plus /minus, after Mr. Drake and Uncle Mitch entered me and started fucking me my cock throbbed and jerked and I shot my load

"Five minutes!"

Mr. Drake moved to Leslie's mouth, Mr. Dare to Leslie's ass, Mr. Collier to my mouth and Uncle Mitch went to my ass and slapped it. Mr. C and Uncle Mitch thrust their cocks into me, and I couldn't stop a whimper of satisfaction. Mr. Jenkins yelled "Start!". Uncle Mitch started to fuck me fast then slowed. Mr. Dare tried to hold back but after a couple of minutes fucking Leslie's ass, he grunted "Ah!" And shot his load and withdrew.

Mr. Jenkins shouted, "Five minutes!"

Mr. Jenkins stepped to Leslie's head and stroked his cock to erection. The other three stayed where they were. Mr. Dare yelled "Start!" Mr. Jenkins eased his cock into Leslie's mouth and pumped, slowly at first, then steadily. Mr. Drake fucked Leslie's ass and Mr. C started fucking my mouth. Uncle Mitch slapped my ass twice then shoved his cock into my ass and started fucking me.

Mr. Dare shouted, "Five minutes!"

Uncle Mitch moved to Leslie's head , Mr. Jenkins to Leslie's ass and lightly lubed his cock. Mr. Drake went to my mouth and Mr. C to my ass. Mr. Dare shouted "Start!". Uncle Mitch held Leslie's head and fucked his mouth slowly, then faster. Mr. Jenkins thrust his cock into Leslie's ass. Mr. C and Mr. Drake entered me together and I squirmed as they fucked my mouth and my hole. Uncle Mitch cursed softly, sped up and shot a load into Leslie's mouth and joined Mr. Dare. Mr. Dare shouted, "Five minutes!" And just as Mr. Jenkins withdrew his cock, he jerked, and he shot his load across Leslie's ass. That left Mr. Collier and Mr. Drake.

And down to the final two. Mr. C moved to Leslie's head and Mr. Drake to my ass. Mr. Drake lubed his cock . Mr. Dare shouted "Start!"

Mr. Drake thrust his cock into my ass and fucked me fast, then slowed down to a steadier pace. Mr. Collier thrust his cock into Leslie's mouth and started fucking it slowly. Mr. Drake slowed a little, taking advantage of his nine-inch cock, longer shaft equals longer thrusts equals fewer strokes per minute. Mr. C cursed, sped up and blew his load. A couple minutes later and Mr. Dare called "Five minutes!" Then he announced, "The winner, at 40 minutes plus, is Mr. Leonard Drake !". Mr. Drake raised his arms in victory, then smiled "You guys don't mind if I finish what I'm in the middle of I hope!"

He didn't want for an answer. He just grabbed my thighs and power-fucked me for another three or four minutes then blew a small load up my ass.

The rest of the night was mostly quiet. We all went to a nearby restroom and used the facilities and showered. We hurried back [low fifties temperature mixed with damp skin made things feel colder than they were ] and broke out the marshmallows and wire coat-hanger 'holders' and the beer.

We retired around two am.

And a little past three I woke to hear two men whispering outside the tent. Mr. Collier wasn't in his sleeping bag and neither was Uncle Mitch. One of them was Mr. C. All I could be sure about the other was that he was not big enough to be Mr. Jenkins and he wasn't Uncle Mitch. The one I wasn't sure of told Mr. C , "You don't need to worry about that, Jeff. I love my wife. What I do with guys is strictly entertainment ."

I was in pajamas and laying on top of the sleeping bag, belly down.

The unknown man came in and very carefully got behind me. He lowered my PJ bottoms to my knees, lubed his cock and probed my hole with his fingers. My cock stiffened as I anticipated his cock filling me.

His hands on my ass, his thumbs stretching my hole, and I realized who it was as he shoved his cock deep into me.

Mr. Drake.

He didn't fool around either. Once he had his cock in me, he fucked me fast and hard. He lasted about ten minutes, then withdrew, patted my ass lightly, pulled my PJ bottoms up and left. I fell back to sleep and Mr. Drake didn't say a word about it

We got back home around three pm and Uncle Mitch fell asleep in the recliner. Mr. C called me at four pm and I told him I really enjoyed it. We talked for a few minutes , then he asked, "You were awake, weren't you?". We both knew what he was talking about and I said yes and admitted that it had turned me on. I asked if that was weird and he said yes, then assured me that a lot of people get off on it.

He asked if I was available Tuesday, which reminded me that the studio was being renovated. So, I was available for sure.

"Great! I was going to wait until after graduation, but they're here Tuesday and Wednesday. I want to introduce you to a few guys I contract to. Pick you up at 330 at school? I'll give you a ride home, you can fresh up and change and we'll meet them at 430."

I said that works and he added that I'd get 8 hours for studio work Tuesday since he had the studio shut down til Wednesday.

All of it sounded good. Plus, I had Mr. Sinclair's biker bang Wednesday, Kenneth's gang bang Friday and Mr. Gull's party Saturday. And my studio Thursday.

Should be a wild week!

Val 😁