Nudist Camping with Uncle Mitch and Friends

20 May 1972 and I got up surprisingly perky for 04:00am. I laid out jeans, long sleeved light pullover , t-shirt, gym socks, sneakers, and a jockstrap. In a small bag I packed a t-shirt, jeans, briefs, gym socks and deck shoes. The small bag would go in the back of the car.

I tossed a robe on and ran down to get coffee started. Mr. Drake was just filling the carafe with water. He smiled as he started the machine brewing, turned and said good morning, "About ten minutes'. I'll bring it up if you want to get a shower."

I heard him but was fixated on the 9-inch erection straining against his black briefs.

I looked up, "I…mean uh yeah, yes please. Are the others up?"

He smiled and started to answer

"Awake."

And he kept the smile and said they were.

I thanked him and ran upstairs to shower. He brought coffee up a few minutes after I started. He knocked and asked if I was in the shower. I said yes. He came in, stood there enjoying the view through the translucent drape for a minute and put a mug "On the sink, Val."

He left and I finished and prepped [ teeth, mouthwash, deodorant, cologne]and I tossed the deodorant and cologne into the bag [in case we stopped for breakfast on the way home tomorrow].

Food wise we brought a few large cans of beef stew, hot dogs and buns, snacks, condiments, and seven dozen beers of various labels and dark or pale.

And utensils of course. And marshmallows

At ten to five Mr. C arrived and uncle led him to the kitchen, apologizing over and over for running late. I was at the table, my bag and backpack on the floor. The coolers with beer on ice and the food were at the table in the dining room. He said there'd been a change of location "...but I'm sure you all will love it. Very scenic and very private."

Mr. C asked me to help get things into the car. Outside he told me not to sweat the time. "We don't need to leave until six. If I'd told them that we would've been lucky to be out of here by seven. No offense." There was none taken. Uncle Mitch was late to any appointment or entertainment he went to that he himself didn't plan. I had to lie to him about start and appointment times to get anywhere on time.

Mr. C asked "how would you feel about working five to nine on the nights I need you? Minimum I mean.". I liked the idea so next week I'll work minimum ten hours for him. I reminded him "I've got Kenneth's gang bang Friday and a party for Mr. Weiss on Saturday. That one's odd. He said there's prize money for the crew but said it's not about prostitution, which is why I accepted."

He suggested I not worry it. "Just don't accept money for sex. If anyone asks how much a sex act costs just report him to the manager. And don't ask for tips or suggest them." He said to take those as suggestions and to run them through Mr. Weiss.

The other three members of our party brought out the rest of the drinks [beer and a dozen soft drinks] and we got going a few minutes before six.

We stopped at a small diner, five miles from our destination, to meet up with Geoff Dare and Leslie, to breakfast, and to meet the owner of the property we were camping on.

The owner of both the diner and the property was Perry Bennett, a tall [6 foot 2], slim British man, in his early 50s with dark, receding hair. He smiled when we entered and, after the waitress got us seared and took our beverage orders, came over and greeted Mr. Collier.

Perry leaned on the table and looked back and forth between Leslie and me and whispered to Mr. C, "Where do you find them, Jeffrey? And why have I not been introduced to these two lovely specimens? " Mr. Collier introduced everyone except Leslie and me, saving us for last, to no doubt tease Mr. Bennett. "Leslie is visiting from England and he'll be leaving us Tuesday. And this is Val, who has been working for me for a couple of weeks now." "I suppose I should return your calls occasionally," Mr. Bennett smirked, "the check is on me, no arguments. Enjoy and we'll talk before you leave, Jeffrey."

So, I had met Mr. Dare, fleetingly, on the day Mr. C hired me, but I'd forgotten.[Mister Collier gives me a job] Geoff Dare [not Dares, as I'd thought] was 49, 5'8", a stocky 195 with full black hair, a thin moustache, an 8.2" cock and average balls, and average body hair and trimmed short pubic hair. He also looked very much like Errol Flynn and was descended from money and did, basically whatever he felt like doing. .

His companion, Leslie, was from Richmond, England and was visiting Mr. Dare for a week. Leslie was 18, 5'11", 165, with a thin runner's build, blonde buzz cut hair, light body hair, a 7-inch cock, large balls and very short pubic hair.

Mr. Dare had met him through a friend in London and would likely move on at end of the month, per Mr. C, "He gets bored within a week to a month and he makes no bones about it." That explained why Brad, who Mr. Dare brought to the studio for photos, wasn't here and Leslie was.

Mr. Bennett did pay the check as promised [Mr. C left a cash tip] and Mr. Collier stayed back to talk with Mr. Bennett while the rest of us piled into the cars. We arrived at the property at 8:45 and those of us who hadn't been here before were, well surprised kinda works and taken aback may be more accurate, to find two security guards [both of whom were seriously "built" and armed] who waved to Mr. C and opened the gates to let us in.

Mr. C gave us a little background on the place as we drove to the Front Office behind which was a space to park 20 RVs.

In 1947 Mr. Bennett's father bought a hundred fifty acres of land in these hills and used a hundred-twenty of it to create the Men's Sun-Kissed Nudist Camp, a private nudist camp catering to homosexual men. There was a ten-foot wall around the camp and a four-foot fence ten feet outside the wall with an armed security guard every 500 feet.

The armed guards replaced the unarmed guards in 1954, after four men armed with baseball bats broke in one evening and hurt 9 guests and guards before they were subdued. The men were arrested but the only charges filed were by the guards because the injured guests didn't want to come forward.

The camp didn't officially open until Memorial Day weekend unless you were in good with the owner [translation: We had the camp to ourselves.]. It closed the last day in February and while it was not as busy during the winter months, it was busy enough to clear a tidy profit.

So, we checked in and drove to our campsite. There were three tents set up, two two-person and a four-person sizes. The makings of a campfire were there with matches for those lacking patience [Me!,Me!!]. A trashcan with lid was chained to a post some 20 feet away.

We got set up and four of us [Uncle Mitch, Mr. Drake, Mr. Jenkins and I] took a walk toward what the map labeled "Gnome Woods". Signs also pointed the way to it, to Check-in, to Restroom and a couple other destinations. Mr. Jenkins carried a backpack and sleeping bag [not for sleeping 😁].

Gnome Woods was a small woodland area with three plastic picnic tables spaced far enough apart to be private, and of course with gnomes. All six inches to three feet tall and scattered around without feeling cluttered.

Mr. Jenkins took the backpack and sleeping bag off and set them on the table . He stretched and his cock throbbed in his green satin briefs, "We haven't really met, Mitch, other than company events and such. And of course, I know I've never met Val before last night. I know I wouldn't have forgotten him. So, what say we get acquainted.". Come on over here, Val." I walked slowly, sashaying a little. Mr. Jenkins smiled "Oh now that is just promising as all hell. Is Val your real name?"

I told him that my first name was Michael, but I preferred my middle name, Val. Mr. Jenkins took a step toward , " So do I. Val it is." He gripped my shoulders and kissed me. I kept my mouth closed. He licked my collar, bit my earlobe and kissed me again. I opened my mouth a little and he forced his tongue into me. And he had a big, thick tongue.

Mr. Drake came over, to my right. Mr. Jenkins broke the kiss and turned my head. Mr. Drake took over, held my head and kissed me. I resisted and he pressed his thumb and forefinger into my cheeks forcing my mouth open. He thrust his tongue into mu wet mouth, broke the kiss and asked, "When's the last time you kissed him, Mitch?"

Uncle Mitch said, or actually mumbled, "I've kissed him on the cheek." Mr. Drake laughed, "Get over here and make him taste your tongue."

Mr. Jenkins touched my jaw, said "Get over here, babe," and kissed me again, probing my mouth with his tongue.

Mr. Drake moved in front of me and licked my lips. Mr. Jenkins withdrew enough for both he and Mr. Drake's tongues to invade my mouth. My cock throbbed against my jockstrap.

Mr. Drake and Mr. Jenkins withdrew their tongues and Mr. Drake turned my head to Uncle Mitch. He kissed me, eased his tongue into my mouth and I sucked it. He turned me back to Mr. Drake and while he tongue fucked my mouth, Uncle Mitch felt my ass, slipped his hand between my legs, teased around my hole, then pushed his middle finger into it. He withdrew and slapped my ass and licked and nipped my ear while Mr. Drake continued kissing me.

Mr. Jenkins unrolled the sleeping bag, unfolded it and folded it top to bottom into a square. He peeled down his briefs, stepped out of them and stroked his thick, 8-inch cock, "Looks to me like Val needs something harder in his mouth, you think so, Mitch?"

Uncle Mitch squeezed my ass, "Yeah...that sounds about right. He licked my ear, my lips, then Mr. Drake's tongue and finally, after Mr. Drake withdrew his tongue , Uncle Mitch felt my ass and slapped it, "C'mon over here and let’s get some dick in that mouth, buddy.". Mr. Drake and Uncle Mitch led me to the sleeping bag

I knelt on it, watching Mr. Jerkins' hand working his cock. He stepped closer, "C'mon babe, you can handle it."

I thoroughly licked the soft pink head, delicately pressing my tongue against his cumhole. He brushed my hair back. I held his cock up against his belly and licked from his cock head to his balls . I stuck my tongue out and licked and sucked his balls, then bent his cock down and slowly took about five inches of it into my mouth and started sucking it, anticipating the load of cum that was going to fill my mouth shortly. Mr. Jenkins brushed my hair again and sighed, "Goddamn that is good." He put one large hand on top of my head and sped up or slowed my head.

Mr. Drake and Uncle Mitch leaned against the picnic table , talking. I heard only snippets. Drake: He's damn good ...a natural. Who...? Uncle...wasn't me! [laughter ]...might...Jeff. Drake...his son? Good looking...more masculine. Uncle: That's great if you...I prefer the soft submissive ones."

I took Mr. Jenkins' cock out of my mouth and sloppily licked, kissed and stroked it. I was also catching a breather before taking his meat right back into my mouth.

Mr. Drake and Uncle Mitch continued talking. Uncle: No, I wouldn't...prefer to be in control." Mr. Drake: "...completely...management...think. It's tough being in management if you're not a top dog type."

Mr. Jenkins held my head with his right hand, resting his left on his hip, and steadily fucked my mouth.

Uncle: "I'm pretty sure...two or three times a month ... " Drake: " ...don't have to all be long sessions...couple hours ...?

Mr. Jenkins held my head in both hands, fucking my mouth in quick short strokes, "Good...boy...suck...on it...mmm"

Uncle Mitch:" ...four days a week and one for himself..." Mr. Drake: "...plenty of opportunity...maybe Raymond Choi in accounting...join in. He lives alone...very nice". Uncle Mitch: "Any more...bi or gay?". Mr. Drake: "The company has over nine hundred thirty employees locally and I know or know of a dozen who are gay. You just need to pick up on things. Or stumble on them. I was having a martini with...well, he's part of the management team, we went for drinks at this men's bar...gay bar, and I spotted someone who looked like your son. I wasn't sure. I only met him twice, at the Christmas party, fleetingly and at the casino night. That was just an ask the nearest person who the kid across the room was. So, I asked the bartender who he was, he said That's Val, I asked if it was Val Taylor and he says yes, that was him. The next day was when I took you out for drinks and Mel bumped into us accidentally on purpose . You remember?" " Uncle Mitch: "Vaguely. Somehow the conversation turned to his brother's 19-year-old son sucking him off one night.". Mr. Drake: "And you mentioned your sister's son was gay and I believe the phrase was fuck me all night hot. Which is true, actually."

Mr. Jenkins bent forward and gripped my shoulders, stopped moving and groaned, then shot a huge load into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed three times and still had cum running down my chin when he withdrew.

Mr. Drake turned to Mr. Jenkins , "Did I tell you?". He stroked his cock. Mr. Jenkins smiled and brushed my hair, "You told me! I owe you big time." he excused himself to find a restroom. Mr. Drake patted Uncle Mitch's shoulder, "C'mon.". They came over and Mr. Drake dug in the backpack and came up with a jar of lube. He put it on the table and came over to us stroking his cock, "You going to fuck him, Mitch?" He patted my cheeks with it, "You like that, baby?"

Uncle Mitch touched my ass lightly.

Mr. Drake rubbed his cock across my lips, "Can you handle it?" I nodded and told him I could handle some, a lot, of it. Mr. Drake touched my jaw. I opened my mouth and he eased 6 of his 9 inches in, withdrew to my lips, eased in and back, "Just like that, baby." He fucked my mouth slowly and I sucked and licked his cock casually.

Mr. Drake caressed my head, "Yeah perfect. Mitch, how about lubing him up good?". Uncle Mitch put what felt like a large dollop of lube just behind my asshole and used two fingers to push a large amount of it into my hole.

Mr. Drake pumped a little then slowed down again, "Feels good, yeah, Mitch?". Uncle Mitch pushed the two fingers in deep and his partial erection sprung to full, hard life. Uncle Mitch nodded, "Really good."

Mr. D withdrew his cock and held it straight up, "Nice and wet, honey." I licked it up and down and included his balls in the tongue bath.

Uncle Mitch fondled my ass cheeks.

Mr. Drake grasped my collar, "Just push your dick into that sweet hole...just try --"

Uncle Mitch pushed his cock into me and groaned, "Ah fucking hell," pushed further, "Oh this is going to be quick.". He shoved it home and started slowly, then immediately turned to power fucking me hard and fast.

Mr. Drake patted my cheek, said "Suck it", and shoved half of it into my open mouth. I moved my tongue forward and backward and side to side and he fucked my mouth steadily, not fast bur not too slow either.

Uncle Mitch held my hips and fucked my ass hard. And a truly licentious part of me pictured mother [who I sometimes liked and more often disliked in varying intensities] stared, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as she watched her brother fucking her son. And fuck me again if I didn't feel a trickle of cum too.

Mr. Drake stopped me and withdrew his cock, "Lick it sloppy wet, baby.". I stuck my tongue out and licked and kissed his cock shaft. Mr. Drake pinched my nipple, "Good...real hot little slutboy,now suck it, baby..."

Uncle Mitch held my ass, spreading my ass cheeks and fucking me hard... "Sweet fuck"...and faster...~unh yeah"...harder..."oh fucking hell, you mm OH YEAH!!" And he pumped a huge cum load into me. He withdrew and headed to the restroom, passing Mr. Jenkins, who was returning.

Mr. Drake withdrew from my mouth and told me to lie flat and spread wide. I did while he lubed his cock. He lay down between my legs, maneuvered and pushed his cock into my ass and started power fucking me.

Uncle Mitch returned and, as he passed me, said, “No offence rushing off, buddy. The bladder was ready to overflow."

Mr. Drake fucked me for another five minutes slowing occasionally, then speeding up and at last he shot a small load .

But he kept going in short hard thrusts, "C'mon you slut you steamy little bitch..." And he thrust in once and blew a huge load of cum into me. A few more thrusts and he shot one more small but respectable load. At that point I must admit that Mr. Drake was my favorite of Uncle Mitch's circle [which only included only Uncle Mitch, Mr. Drake and Mr. Jenkins].

He stayed there for a moment, then got up and helped me up, and we went to the restroom to clean up.

When we returned, Mr. C, Mr. Dare and Leslie had arrived and told us there was a small lake with a waterfall feeding it further of here. He suggested we stop there for lunch [they had brought hot dogs and condiments and two beers each.

That we did...

More next time 😁

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