Nudist Camping with Uncle Mitch and Friends

20 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. . . But Mr. Collier's idea was working out rather nicely. Uncle Mitch told us he'd like to do this again sometime and Mr. Drake , who had suggested the camping trip, told all of us that Mr. Collier had come up with a great idea. [Nudist Camping with Uncle Mitch and Friends 2]

And me? I'd already been fucked three times and was ready for a swim, an early lunch and whatever the men wanted after that.

So, with the whole group together we headed north to the lake. I left my jockstrap on and Mr. Jenkins and Uncle Mitch pulled their briefs on.

Mr. Dare and Mr. Drake removed their briefs , Leslie removed his jockstrap and Mr. C removed his and stuffed all of them into a pocket of Mr. Collier's backpack.

A twenty-minute walk took us to the lake, and everyone stripped and waded into the cold, waist high water. The day could hardly have been better. The lake was cold and took some getting used to, but the sun was shining through the trees, making for a picture-perfect background, and the overall weather was calling for clear with a stray cloud or two. Temperatures were going to be in the low seventies with lows overnight in the low fifties.

We indulged in swimming for a little over half an hour. Then Mr. C came up behind me and caressed my hip and ass. He asked, "Are you interested in young guys, say 18 to 29?". I told him I wasn't interested in anyone under 30 but could be coaxed into 26 to 29. He smiled, "How about with an 18er and a 49-year-old?" Mr. Jenkins was close enough to hear part of the conversation and came over, "The two of them together? Now that would be worth a few photos!"

Mr. C and I both said, "Oh no" and I smiled when he patted my shoulder, "No photos of Val until he graduates. " Uncle Mitch came over, "Oh, I don't see any problem. He's eighteen. " I didn't turn toward him, "And still in school, Uncle Mitch. If anyone at school saw them, I'd probably spend a lot of time getting beat up or getting low grades. That's if I didn't get expelled. "

Mr. Jenkins nodded, "Point taken. I trust the guy I use but yeah. " I looked for Mr. Dare, made eye contact and nodded. And I turned to Mr. Jenkins, "Only about another month, guys. "

Mr. Dare whispered to Mr. Collier and Mr. Collier said "Yup, to both of you. Val does bottom only. " He fondled my ass, "And a fine bottom at that. "

Mr. Dare sent Leslie to get six cans of beer and a sleeping bag. Uncle Mitch went with him. Mr. C put an arm around my hips, and we went, with Mr. Dare, to a large rock [12 foot by 7 foot by only about 2 foot high; easily climbed]. It was shaded by a large tree.

Mr. Collier went back to the rest of the men. Mr. Dare kissed me, working his cock to erection. I opened my mouth a little and he pushed his tongue in. He pressed my hand around his 8 plus inch cock , "You'll get more on shore. "

He stepped up on shore and stood up against the 12 by 7-foot rock, "Come over here and wrap your delicious mouth around this cock, pretty boy. Come on. ".

I followed him and knelt and licked his throbbing cock. He held it straight up, so I licked his balls thoroughly, nuzzling his groin and thighs too.

Leslie arrived with a sleeping bag, lubricant and our three backpacks. He put a beer in each backpack and set the other three aside. Uncle Mitch was behind him with another tube of lubricant, which he put in Mr. Collier's backpack, and the other four backpacks each with three beers.

Mr. Dare patted his cock against my cheek, "Open sez-me, baby. Lay out the sleeping bag on the rock, Les. Then get the beers, and" he brushed my hair, "and we'll get to the lube. " I licked his shaft and took his cock into my mouth and started sucking it slowly, holding it at the base.

Leslie laid out the sleeping bag, rinsed the beers in the lake, opened one and gave it to Mr. Dare. He swallowed probably half of it and put it on the ground, then held my head, said "I'll drive for a while" and started fucking my mouth.

Leslie opened the second beer, hit the can bottom on a rock and gave it to Mr. Dare, then opened the third and took a long swallow. Mr. Dare kept fucking my mouth for a couple of minutes, then withdrew and told me to open wide. I'd chugged probably a dozen beers in the past seven months with buddy Ed Collier [Mr. Collier's son] and for me at least it was a quick trip to buzzed.

Leslie squatted behind me and lightly held my arms. Mr. Dare poured the beer down my throat. I managed most of it but did miss about four ounces which ran down my chin, chest, belly and my cock and balls, soaking my jockstrap and somehow sending a wave of pleasure through me. So, I may be a little odd.

Mr. Dare told me to get up on the rock. I was only slightly buzzed and really a blind man could have climbed onto it. I sat back and spread my legs wide on the sleeping bag.

Mr. Dare slapped Leslie's ass and told him to go first and "give him a proper English fucking. " He kissed Leslie, "I couldn't resist. Seriously, get up there and fuck our pretty American slut. "

Leslie climbed up onto the rock, stood at the center of it and massaged his semi hard cock. I knelt at his feet, held his thighs and took his cock into my mouth. I ran my tongue around it, moved my head back and forth a few times and his cock filled out to its seven-inch length. He put his hand on my head and whispered "Sweet," he withdrew, "hands and knees, Val. "

Mr. Dare got Leslie's attention and gave him the tube of lubricant. Leslie got up behind me and squeezed my ass-cheeks, "Extra points for a lovely landing spot, my laddy, dear. " He inserted a lube covered finger into my asshole, did a little finger fucking, withdrew and stretched it with two long thumbs, then spread my ass-cheeks and thrust his cock up my ass. "Oh, you're going to love this, Mr. Dare. ". He started fucking me at a steady, hand pace.

Mr. Drake put his arm around Uncle Mitch's shoulders and took him out of the lake area to "Discuss. . . work. "

Leslie fucked me faster, "Perhaps we should have given the colonies a good ass fucking in 1776, hey?" And harder.

Mr. Drake spoke quietly, head down and looking at the ground "What would Val say to helping out with entertainment for a group of us getting together over Father's Day weekend?" Uncle Mitch shrugged, "Depends on what it is. That Friday is graduation, so he'll likely be celebrating. You'd have to ask him really. We're not talking about prostitution, right?" Mr. Drake started to answer, then glanced up and saw Mr. Collier approaching

Leslie fucked me faster and hard, running his hands up my waist to my chest, pinching and twisting my nipples, then gliding them down my sternum, back to my hips, a little slower now and groping my jockstrap and cock and balls. . .

"No, no sex for cash. Possibly a few lotteries. But. . . Ah, Mr. Collier!"

Leslie had his right arm under me, hand gripping my collar, his left arm under my waist, hand fondling my cock and balls. His strokes got shorter and shorter until he let out a moan and started cumming whispering "Ah fuck yes. . . oh sweet fuck this one is. . . "

Mr. Drake cleared his throat, "We'll need some just for waiting on the gentlemen. They may get felt up or propositioned. Of course, they'd be paid less. "

Uncle Mitch nodded, "I wouldn't have a problem with that, sir. "

I lay on my back, watching Mr. Dare lube his cock, nudge it into me and slowly push all eight inches into my ass. He stopped when it was completely in, gave me a minute to get the feel of it, then started fucking me.

Mr. Collier smiled, "That lottery idea sounds interesting. You'd be doing it in a private home? I've had some experience with sex parties and such. Or, if you like, I'll butt out. ". They both shook their heads and Mr. Drake smiled, "No, I'll take any help I can get. My secretary usually handles these things, but I obviously can't get her involved with this. "

Mr. Dare withdrew and stood up on the rock, "Get up and give it a good sucking, hm?"

I knelt and took half of it into my mouth. He fucked it, putting both hands into my hair and holding me still.

Mr. Drake nodded, "So yeah it's just a dozes plus /minus guests and oh, six entertainers and four waiters. " Mr. C shook his head, "With that tight a group you'd be fine with 2 or 3 entertainers and 2 waiters. Three if your guests climb to fifteen. You could use one waiter to serve as entertainment, too, if the service is light. "

Mr. Dare continued fucking my mouth almost casually but not slowly. He smiled and muttered, to no one in particular, "Oh, you are a fine little slutboy. Talented but with much to learn, discover and polish yet. "

Mr. Collier nodded, "And the lottery?". Mr. Drake grinned, "Okay, so we're going Friday eight pm to three am more or less. At ten minutes before each hour we draw a name of a guest from a hat, and he chooses a 'toy' from the entertainment which is his for 45 minutes in a private room. What do you think?" Mr. C said he liked it and made a few suggestions. "You want to keep your entertainment fresh, so I'd suggest a second hat or gift box, to go with your 'toys' theme. I'd give the winner the choice of a private room or the party room. And I'd suggest letting the winner select a partner to make it a threesome if they like. "

"Lay down, belly down. " I was on hands and knees when Mr. Dare slapped my ass. I laid belly down and spread my legs. He lubed my ass and his cock, "Very nice," nudged his cock into my hole, "very very nice. " And he started fucking me.

"Give them a salary for the evening -- fifty to a hundred -- and " Mr. Collier thought for a few seconds, “Are you trying to make money on this or drum up business or just throwing a party?" Mr. Drake smiled, "Social but trying to get business and / or sales. Five hundred for help, huh?"

Mr. Dare lay on top of me, right hand below my right arm, left hand above my left arm, power fucking my ass. I saw Mr. Jenkins watching and smiled and moaned. Mr. Dare didn't break stride, "You stole the words out of my mouth, my cute young miscreant. In their place. . . ahh ho-yes your promising ass is living up. . . fuck. . . "

"Or go $250 and let your guests know that your service staff appreciates your attention and gratuities. I prefer to make that known verbally, have them RSVP by phone and mention it. You okay on booze and poppers?"

Mr. Dare thrust his cock deep into my ass and shot his load. "Oh, hell, l would love to spend an hour fucking you, pretty boy. "

Mr. Collier nodded, "it's no trouble at all. I'll give you a selection of US and import poppers. I can get premium brand liquor for half price. Another suggestion: Buy one or two bottles of good stuff, a couple three each of well stuff, and. . . depending on how friendly you want it. . . make it a BYOB. I'll call you next week with prices. "

We tucked our jocks and briefs into the backpacks and had lunch [the hot dogs had held up in the foil; they weren't hot, but they weren't cold either]. Afterward we headed to a restroom and used the showers [two in each restroom] then went south to a closed shop and restaurant with a long pine deck, hot tub, swimming pool and rinse station. Both the pool and the hot tub were covered. Something for our next visit.

Out back were a line of half a dozen golf carts with a note to "Help yourself, Mr. Collier". We took two: One for Mr. Dare. Uncle Mitch and Leslie and one for Mr. Collier, Mr. Drake, Mr. Jenkins and me.

We headed north, then Mr. Drake spotted a large oak tree with a couple of round tables with four chairs around each. And just as important, there was plenty of space for a few people to enjoy the shade and the grass and the company.

Both Mr. Dare and Mr. Collier opened the sleeping bags. Leslie relaxed on Mr. Dare’s, propped on his left arm and lazily fondled his cock.

I went to our sleeping bag and watched Mr. C, Mr. Drake and Mr. Jenkins talking about me and, specifically, about who went first.

Uncle Mitch knelt, hand on Leslie's waist, moving down to his hip as Leslie sucked Uncle Mitch's semi hard cock.

Mr. Jenkins pressed up against me from behind, his limp cock nestled between my ass cheeks. He licked my ear, nipped my earlobe. Mr. C stood facing me, left hand on my right hip. He pinched my nipple with his right, twisted it and forced his tongue into my mouth.

Leslie got to his hands and knees . Uncle Mitch lubed Leslie's ass and slowly eased his cock up into it. Mr. Dare stood over Leslie and wiggled his cock, "Just your tongue and lips for now, Les, baby. "

Mr. Jenkins smeared lube between my ass cheeks, then lubed my asshole, capped the tube and dropped it. He slid his cock between my ass cheeks a few times, then shoved it into my asshole and started fucking me. Mr. Collier continued alternately kissing me, forcing his tongue into my mouth and licking and biting my nipples or my ears.

. Uncle Mitch held Leslie's hips and fucked him methodically. Mr. Dare fucked Leslie's mouth slowly, just enjoying the warm-up to fucking him.

Mr. Jenkins fucked me faster, arms wrapped around my waist and chest. Mr. C knelt, stroking my cock. And that wasn't going to last.

Leslie lay on his back, Mr. Dare straddling him, fucking his mouth. He withdrew and held his cock straight, letting his balls hang over Leslie's mouth. Leslie immediately started licking and kissing them. Uncle Mitch held Leslie's thighs and fucked him faster.

Mr. Collier continued stroking my cock. He'd brought me close twice, held me back expertly, letting it start to go limp then working it back up again. Mr. Jenkins fucked me faster and a little harder. L don't know why but l felt , for the first time, just how much bigger than I he was. He was almost 6 inches taller and around 90 pounds heavier.

Leslie and Uncle Mitch moaned simultaneously. Mitch stopped moving and shot a small load into Leslie's ass. He withdrew and grinned , "God damn I am glad we did this!" Mr. Dare agreed and added that "You boys are wonderful. I only wish I could fuck you both at once!" Leslie knelt, ass high and head down. Mr. Dare held Leslie's shoulders down and fucked him hard.

Mr. Collier pointed my cock straight up toward my belly and with a few more strokes I unloaded a day's worth of cum.

Uncle Mitch sat, drinking a beer and fondling his cock , watching Mr. Dare fucking Leslie.

Mr. Collier sat, watching me licking Mr. Drake's cock while Mr. Jenkins held my hips still and power-fucked me.

Leslie lay on his back, Mr. Dare holding Les' legs up against his chest, and fucking him hard and fast.

Mr. Drake held my shoulders down on the ground, smiling at Mr. Jenkins who was leaning on my left ass cheek fucking me hard and delivering an occasional slap to my right ass cheek.

Mr. Dare withdrew and released Leslie's legs, moved up to straddle his chest and stroked his cock. He motioned Uncle Mitch over and whispered, "Hold his head if he tries to turn away". Uncle Mitch got behind Leslie and ran his hands up Leslie's shoulders, his neck, ears, head and back down to Leslie's collars and up again.

Mr. Jenkins jerked three small loads, then a good sized one and immediately swapped places with Mr. Drake, who put a little lube on his cock and started fucking me, slowly for a few seconds, then faster. Mr. Dare stroked his cock quickly, let out a moan that became a soft laugh when his cock jerked and released a couple of spurts across Leslie's lips and cheek. Leslie tried to move but Uncle Mitch held him still.

Mr. Jenkins and Mr. Collier sat, talking and watching me, flat on my belly, forearms crossed under my chin, legs spread wide, getting fucked by Mr. Drake. He kept going, slowing down occasionally, for another fifteen minutes before he shot a small load. He waited a few seconds then withdrew. He licked my ear and whispered, "You are one hot fucking bitch, you little slutboy. "

We got back into the golf carts, went to a restroom to shower, then headed back to our camp.

Leslie was pissed at Mr. Dare for the face painting, but he'd get over it.

After all , we still had Saturday night into Sunday morning 😁

Next time!