Parts of Europe are well into naturism and nudism, and I was keen to experience and enjoy that lifestyle if I came across it. My first experience was a gay clothing-optional B&B in the South of France. The owner was a Brit in his 50's, camp and on the chubby side. I came in wearing my tight Aussie Rules footy shorts over my jock, minimalist hiking sandals and a loose vest pulled out of shape by the straps of my backpack so my hairy pecs and nips were often slipping out. The owner was manning the front desk and was dressed in a loose linen kaftan-type thing over linen trousers and leather sandals. I perused the brochures as the owner perused my body. The literature made it clear it was a pretty sex-friendly place without spelling it out, but the room rates were steep and more than I wanted to pay. I made a little sigh of disappointment, smiled at the owner and went to leave.
"Wait up there young man, what are you looking for?" enquired the owner politely in the accent of a London stage actor.
"Somewhere to stay for a few nights mate, it looks like a really nice place, but its a bit out of my price range."
"Well, what would be within your budget then?"
He pulled a sour face when I mentioned a rate which was pretty typical for a higher-quality hostel or pensione, but then I said "I can do some work here if that would help, I've got some service experience and I can man a bar". The owner looked interested.
"My staff work clothed, though they may take their shirts off off they're working outside. It might be a nice touch to have the pool bar manned by a naked young man for a few days, if you'd be interested in that? And perhaps some room service deliveries etcetera etcetera?" He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively when he said "room service etcetera etcetera" and I got the gist immediately - basically, if the client wanted anything extra, I could help out.
"Does 'etcetera etcetera' mean I get to keep any tips?" I asked with my broadest, cheekiest grin, and the owner laughed and said "Of course", so I agreed enthusiastically.
Apart from the owner, most staff lived locally but the maintenance guy - a good-looking Frenchman in his 30's - had a small twin room with an ensuite he was happy to share with me, so I got an even better deal than I expected, as a small hourly wage was set to cancel out a minimal room rate and staff meals, meaning I'd pay nothing for the stay but I'd keep 100 percent of any tips. The maintenance guy typically wore work shorts and boots with a tshirt or vest, but he'd often strip to the waist if he was working outside in the sun. I never really worked out if he was gay, straight, just open-minded, or whatever, and we never did anything together, but we were friendly. Though he worked clothed, like all the staff, he was indifferent to my nudity and completely at ease being naked in front of me in our room.
I got everything in my pack washed and nicely folded in the service laundry because I never had to wear anything; over five sun-drenched days I remained completely naked apart from my flipflops if I was working. The town had nothing to it other than a couple of small bars and cafes, so there was no need for me to leave the B&B while I was there. I swam and sunbathed naked in the mornings, and there was a secluded covered section of the garden where the B&B had a small collection of dumbbells, a bench and a pullup bar which was available to both the guests and the staff (no one minded us putting on a bit of a show). I manned the poolside bar in the nude for a few hours in the afternoons, bringing drinks to the gay men who lounged naked around the pool, giving them lots to look at as I worked, cranking up the charm to the max and earning some nice tips. I had the evenings to myself but I hung around because the guests would order room service and some of them specifically asked if I was available to deliver it; this generally meant I'd be invited to spend time with them, which I was happy to do. Most of the guests were in couples, and they'd order a little extra food and drink so I could partake.
On one occasion I lay back snogging with one guy while his partner sucked us both off. Once I fucked one partner while the other watched and wanked. Twice it degenerated into a full-on three-way. And once I was asked to play the voyeur while the two guys had sex, and then I was told to provide "friendly fire", which was a new one on me but basically once the bottom had been well fucked, I'd get on the bed and jerk my own load out over his puffy open cunt.
There was also an older guy in his 60's who was travelling alone, and on a couple of afternoons, when my bar shift was over and guests were drifting away to wash before dinner, he invited me to his room. He was well-hung and partial to a Viagra, and when he was boned-up he'd aggressively fuck the cum out of me. I made sure I only shot one load just in case I'd be required for a room service performance later, which I always was, but I'd let him have another go on my ass if he was still hard enough. He tipped really well. I never brought food to his room, so I can only assume he stuffed his drug-enhanced stiffie in some trousers and went out for dinner.
That was a nice week, and I got a good bit of cash out of it plus an invitation to come back any time!
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I found myself in a swingers' naturist camp site in Germany, and because I didn't have a tent of my own I either shared one of the little cabins or wormed my way into someone else's tent. I'd hitched a ride with a couple of nice Dutch girls who had a car of their own, and though single guys weren't that welcome in thse sorts of places, they brought me in as a part of their "throuple". After helping them set up their tent and cook a BBQ, I had a good wash in the communal shower block before I got treated to a long and leisurely MFF three-way.
After that first night I got into the swinging scene and moved between various cabins and tents. The other couples I played with were straight, with me and the other guy teaming up on the wife or girlfriend. None of the guys were overtly bi but nor did they freak out at the touch of another male body. I didn't get to enjoy any cock myself, but a couple of the guys were really pretty sexy and added to the MMF experience.
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When the ferry arrived at the harbour of the Greek island of Naxos, it was heaving with tourists and backpackers, and after an hour or so of trying to find accommodation, I conceded defeat. I'd wanted to try the Plaka nude beach, so rather than leave on the next ferry for a different island, I decided to chance it. Worst case scenario, I'd risk sleeping outside (the nights were hot anyway); maybe I'd get offered a sofa or floor in someone's apartment; best case, I'd get invited to share someone's bed for the night.
After the little bus dropped me off at Plaka, I made my way down to the far end where the nudist area was, picked a spot near a small group of naked guys (not too near), and stripped off. The sun was hot and the sea was stunning, so I luxuriated in my nudity while casually checking out the surrounding talent (and, happily, getting checked out myself). The group of four guys I'd settled near were clearly gay, in their early 30's I'd say, and all were in decent shape and good looking in their own individual ways. We swam near each other and over the afternoon we got on smiling-and-nodding terms, though I kept my distance on the beach and didn't join their group uninvited. I was just chilling.
As I was applying some sunscreen, I noticed one of the guys in particular kept glancing at me and conferring in low tones with his mates, who'd also steal little glances in my direction. Eventually the guy got up and wandered naked across the sand towards me. He was a little shorter than me I'd say, with a deep all-over tan, well-built but not overly ripped, a nice pattern of dark chest and belly hair with a decent uncut cock swinging between his chunky thighs. His head was shaved and he had a short but thick dark beard. The look was completed with extensive inking down both arms and across his pecs, obliques and thighs. He squatted next to my towel, his junk dangling heavily above the sand, his leg muscles bunching nicely.
"Want some help with that suntan lotion matey?" he asked in a north-of-England accent. I smiled and passed him the bottle as I rolled onto my front, and we got chatting as he creamed up my back (so to speak). His name was Jules; my smile got wider as he matter-of-factly rubbed the lotion over my tight hairy ass. When he was done he asked me to join them, so I grabbed my towel and pack and moved over to his group. I don't remember all their names; Jules' boyfriend had a similar look to him, but his beard was shorter and he had a full head of dark short-cropped hair. The other couple were leaner, smooth bodied and beardless (though with holiday stubble), one mixed-race and the other with my dark-blond colouring. They had a little cooler bag and shared some beers with me and we spent the next hour or so chatting and chilling together as the afternoon drew on. When they asked where I was staying and I confessed that I didn't have a bed for the night, they naturally offered to let me crash at their apartment. We slipped on the bare minimum (which for me meant the denim cutoffs I'd arrived in, commando; the other guys had boardies or Speedos on and otherwise remained topless and barefoot), gathered up our stuff and walked off the beach together to where they had a little rented open-topped car. The five of us squeezed in, resulting in lots of enjoyable sweaty skin-on-skin friction, and drove the short distance to their holiday apartment block.
It was a small block of only six apartments, but theirs was on the top floor and had a private roof terrace with an open-air cold-water shower and some sunloungers. There were two bedrooms but a big, comfy sofa in the lounge, so I had options for the night irrespective of what direction the evening went in. We stripped off on the roof and took turns rinsing off sand, salt and lotion under the cool shower before drying off naked in the late afternoon sun with another cold beer. I sipped mine contentedly as the four guys debated about where to go for dinner; I made it clear I was happy with wherever they chose.
As I lay on one of the loungers with my eyes closed, half-listening to their conversation, Jules reached across and rested his hand on my warm hairy thigh, really close to the crease of my groin. My only reaction was to let him leave it there as I spread my legs slightly; taking the hint, his fingers slipped down to the sensitive inner thigh area, and my cock slowly started to twitch and swell as the edge of his hand casually slid right up into my groin crease, his knuckles nudging my sweaty, whisker-covered ball sack. After a minute, I heard the lounger next to mine creaking as Jules leaned across to murmer into my ear, "Let's go inside mate". My cock now at half mast, I let him pull me up by my hand and lead me indoors as his Boyfriend followed.
We sat on the big sofa, me in the middle of the pair of them. Each of them hooked a bare leg over one of mine and spread my legs wide apart. They took turns kissing me deeply as their hands roamed over my sun-warmed body and all three of us quickly hardened up as I wanked both of them at once and the Boyfriend massaged my balls and taint and chewed on my nip nearest to him. Suddenly, the Boyfriend leaned down and took my cock down his throat to the stubbly root in one smooth suck as his finger massaged my asshole, and it felt so fuckin' good that I got a bit carried away, digging my fingers into his short hair and scalp and holding his head there as my hips reflexively bucked upwards. He gagged wetly but didn't try to push back; Jules said in a low, hoarse voice, "So that's how ya like it mate? Yeah?" and tangled his own fingers in my long damp hair and pushed my face roughly down to his groin, where his other hand held his cock by the base. I tried to take him in as expertly as the Boyfriend had swallowed me, but Jules was bigger and the Boyfriend had better skills, so I choked, but was determined to work through it. My thick deepthroat saliva surged up and flowed down his hairy shaft to his dense nest of black pubes as Jules used my hair to force my head up and down on him. I loved it, and my hand slid down the Boyfriend's broad sweaty back to caress him as he sucked my straining rod. The Boyfriend grabbed my leg nearest him and dragged it back, hooking it behind his head and across his shoulders and burying his beard in my balls and taint, digging around for my quivering asshole with his nose and tongue. I pulled my other leg back by the thigh to improve his access, but once it was within reach, Jules took over and grabbed my ankle, pulling my leg way back. This had the effect of twisting me onto my back on the sofa with my legs in the air, and during the movement Jules' cock popped out of my dribbling gob and my head was now resting in his lap, his wet hardon hot and pulsing against my neck. Now the Boyfriend could easily reach my anus and he made a growl of hunger before starting to aggressively suck, lick and probe my ring while gripping my cock hard in his fist. Jules slid two fingers of his free hand into my mouth and finger-fucked it, every so often levering my jaw open so he could send a line of his spit dribbling down onto my tongue. I just relaxed my body and took it all, expecting my cunt to get a thorough reaming very soon.
The mixed-race dude and his blond partner padded naked into the room from the roof terrace, their cocks already hard. At Jules' invitation, the Mixed-Race Dude knelt on the edge of the sofa as Jules tilted my face towards him. The lean, dark-skinned man gripped the sofa's back-rest and started to slow-fuck my throat with long, smooth strokes. Blond Guy returned to the room with a box of condoms and a bottle of lube which he rested on a side table before getting down on his knees and taking the Boyfriend's cock in his mouth.
We continued like that for a few minutes before the Boyfriend stopped rimming me and stood, grabbing a rubber and rolling it down over his rigid meat. As he lubed up, the Blond Guy prepped my chute with a couple of slick fingers, wanking me in time with his fingering. The Mixed-Race Dude stood and took over holding one of my legs back, his hand spread over the sole of my foot, while Jules held my other one by the ankle and had a go sucking his friend's long dark cockmeat. The Blond Guy stood aside as the Boyfriend got back between my thighs and slowly eased his sheathed meat up through my lubed ring and into my rectum, sucking my tongue into his mouth as he started to slam his pelvis into my butt with unexpected force. I couldn't see what the Blond Guy was doing but I felt his presence between my legs so I imagined he was playing with the Boyfriend's ass and balls.
The Boyfriend eventually slid out of my hole and I was hauled to my feet so the Mixed-Race Dude could sit on the sofa as he rubbered up; I turned my back to him, put one foot up on the sofa and the other on the floor, and lowered myself until his meaty column forced its way up into my guts. The Blond Guy got down and sucked my cock as I bounced, as Jules and his Boyfriend gave me their cocks to suck while they snogged. We continued trying different positions as they took their turns on my gob and cunt, with Jules, his Boyfriend and the Mixed-Race Dude playing top, and the Blond Guy entertaining himself by licking any available anus and sucking any free cock, including mine. A little collection of used but unfilled condoms grew on the table as they freshened their rubbers between holes. I was on all fours getting spitroasted, the Mixed-Race Dude in my open throat while Jules plowed me from behind, while the Blond Guy sat on the floor alternating between sucking my cock and the Boyfriend's, when I finally groaned around a mouthful of tubesteak and blew my load over the Blond Guy's face. That sent the Boyfriend off, and he followed my lead by jerking off until his own DNA joined mine in splattering across the Blond Guy's open mouth and tongue. The Boyfriend kissed Jules deeply as Jules tugged off his rubber and spaffed liberally all over my back and asscheeks, and within moments, the Mixed-Race Dude shot his hot scum down into my gullet.
I raised up and lent back on my heels, Jules' seed trickling down my back, and Jules, his Boyfriend and the Mixed-Race Dude snogged me in turns. I noticed the Blond Guy standing slightly apart, watching us and wanking furiously, but I wasn't going to let his cum go to waste; I slid to the floor on my knees and opened my mouth, and he smiled gratefully, got in close and erupted over my nose and forehead.
Man, we were all happy and smiling, then the Boyfriend said "Fuck I need a piss". I wanted that, so I took him by the hand and led him back to the roof terrace, where I lay on my back on the sun-warmed tiles near the shower drain. Needing no further invitation, the Boyfriend lashed me with his beer piss, and the other three guys soon joined him. I let them drench every part of me as I rubbed it into my skin, accepting a lot of it in my mouth and spitting it down over my wet hairy torso, then relaxing until my own stream unleashed itself over my chest and belly. When we were all empty, they pulled me to my feet and sluiced me clean under the cool shower.
We went out for a casual dinner, and back at the apartment it was agreed I'd share with the Mixed-Race Dude and the Blond Guy, because they had a full double room with a large bed, whereas Jules and his Boyfriend had a smaller room with two twin beds pushed together. The three of us were soon indulging in a rimming daisy chain with me in the middle, and as I fucked the Blond Guy, the Mixed-Race Dude fucked his throat while he urged me to fuck his partner harder. As the Blond Guy started to bliss out with my cock rubbing his prostate, I took advantage and guided the Mixed-Race Dude's cock into my mouth instead, until he got a better idea: while I was still balls-deep in his partner's smooth cunt and hammering hard, the Mixed-Race Dude got behind me and worked his sheathed and lubed column of flesh through my re-tightened pucker and up my chute, his powerful thrusts driving my cock harder into his partner's guts with each stroke. Eventually, the Mixed-Race Dude lay down on the bed, the Blond Guy sat on his cock, and I was invited to stuff my dick in his ass at the same time, my first experience of double-penetration as a top. The Blond Guy came hands-free over his partner's dark-skinned washboard abs before lying back on the matteress so we could feed him our loads.
They were keen for me to spend another night, and I was more than happy to, so we spent the next day together, nude sunbathing, eating and drinking. After a night at a bar, we went back to the apartment where the three dominant guys took firm control, stripping me and the Blond Guy naked then having us kneel on the sofa, our arms resting on the sofa's back as our asses pointed back into the room. The other three guys stripped as the Blond Guy and I alternated snogging each other and sharing a bottle of poppers, then the guys were on rotation, taking turns feeding us their cocks and rimming our assholes, then working our cunts open with their lubed fingers. Us bottoms didn't change position for the next three quarters of an hour, we just stayed on our knees in a spitroasting carousel, getting well reamed at both ends. To be honest, it wasn’t the safest sex ever ‘cos they didn’t always use fresh rubbers when they swapped assholes, but I didn't think much about it at the time.
Finally, the Blond Guy and me were dragged down onto our knees on the floor so the three hung tops could jerk their thick salty loads out over our faces. My fellow pig and I took care of wanking our own scum out, leaning back onto our heels so the first shots would reach our pecs, the subsequent spurts drizzling down into our pubes. We both got the golden shower treament up on the roof terrace beofre rinsing off and collapsing in bed.
I said my goodbyes the next morning and Jules gave me a lift back to the harbour so I could catch the ferry to the next island.
As promised, this is a true account of my experiences as I remember them. I'd love to hear what you think of it. For those of you who have left generous feedback and encouragement on GayDemon itself, thank you so much, and I'm so sorry but I don't usually reply to Disqus messages. However I will always reply to emails, so please email me if you want at [email protected]
