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Jack gets an offer for a summer job that he can't refuse...
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My primary job was that of a teacher, teaching Shop at a junior high school in the next township over. Thus there was never a chance that one of Chad's blow buddies would end up in my class, as that just wouldn't do, that just wouldn't do at all.
I also had a part time job as a handyman working after hours for a mom and pop outfit. I could fix or repair damned near anything and made good money doing that. Folks really appreciated me coming over after they got home from work to do whatever job needed to be done, as they didn't have to miss work just so I could fix something for them. That is I HAD a job as a handyman until my boss had a heart attack and died. That was just after the New Year.
Come late January, my boss' widow folded up the business for good and moved to another state to be closer to her daughter and grandkids. With my expenses now very low, I really didn't need the part time job, but I needed to find another jig for when school let out for the summer. Thus I began diligently scouring the help wanted ads.
I've told you about my life and my cocksucking/butt-boy son, Chad, in the series, "Of Men and Boys". And if you've read all five parts of the series you'd know that my career as a Shop teacher seemed to be rapidly drawing to a close. Come the fall, I would be on my second year as a coach and I was expecting the School Board to offer me early retirement. It was an offer that eventually came, but not right away. Chad by this time was fifteen and a high school sophomore.
In late January I saw a promising lead. They were looking for a campground manager for the summer, with handyman skills a plus. Sounded perfect! So I applied to the box number that was provided. It surprised me somewhat when I got an immediate reply in the mail. Keep in mind that this was the late seventies, long before the internet, and getting a reply to anything within ten days was speedy.
First step was a phone call. I got an answering machine that announced, "Green Oaks Social Club, please leave a message and we'll get back with you." The following week was spent playing phone tag, or rather answering machine tag, with a guy who went simply by Herman.
Once I made direct contact with Herman, I found him to be a very friendly guy who was very easy to talk to. He wanted to know everything about me. Was I married? No, divorced. - Did I have kids? Just the one in high school. - Where did I work? Hebert Hoover Junior High, such and such township, Shop class teacher, part-time coach. - Did I have a police record? No, not that I was aware of... Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
In return he answered most of my questions, such as what was the job? Campground Manager, or rather Assistant Campground Manager whose duties would include some maintenance work, but mostly being a good host to all the campers, as well as tending to some paperwork issues. Didn't sound too taxing.
He told me that he'd get back with me in a week or two. Three weeks passed and in early March he called back wanting me to come in for an interview. We set the time for the upcoming Saturday and he gave me directions. To my surprise the campground was only an hour or so from where I lived.
It was a typical early March day that Saturday. Overcast and gloomy with intermittent snow flurries, not uncommon being so close to one of the Great Lakes. Naturally there were several inches of snow on the ground. Making my way through the deep woods, I got off track only once and realizing my mistake, recovered fairly quickly.
Passing through an open "gate" with a cattle guard, flanked by signs on either side declaring "Members Only - No Trespassing", then passing a pullout with several dumpsters, I pulled up to a closed chain link gate which bore a sign saying, "Green Oaks Social Club - Members Only". To my left was a key pad to gain entrance along with another sign, "Ring for Assistance." I pushed the indicated button and waited.
A minute or so later and a woman's voice came over the intercom. "May I help you?"
"Uh, yes. I'm here to see Herman for a job interview," I answered.
There was a momentary loud buzzing and the gate began sliding open.
As I was beginning to pull forward the intercom crackled back to life. "Herman will meet you at the office," she said almost as an afterthought.
Once inside, I passed an area with a fairly large tank of LP gas. A little further I passed what was obviously a RV dump station. Behind that was a large satellite dish. A little ways further I passed a large parking lot, then encountered a shack labeled, "Office". I parked and forgoing getting out in the cold, waited a moment. Soon a pickup truck with a snowplow mounted came lumbering up. He parked and we both got out and headed to the office.
Herman, due to his weathered face, looked to be in his late sixties, but he was only fifty. He was dressed appropriately for the weather, in denim overalls, a heavy plaid shirt, rubberized snow boots, stocking cap and a heavy jacket. It was obvious that Herman had spent a good portion of his life working outdoors.
The office was toasty warm, as he was expecting me. We sat and chatted for quite some time before he revealed the nature of this campground.
"Green Oaks is a nudist camp," he informed while closely studying my reaction. Note that he didn't call it a nudist resort or naturist resort or some other highfalutin name, but a camp, a nudist camp. Green Oaks was proud to be a nudist camp.
He then went on to explain a little about it... established in the mid 1930s, encompassing 160 acres. It was a co-op and had 150 or so members. It was a family nudist camp. Mostly couples and their kids, but also few singles who were widowed or divorced like me. Also a goodly number of the members had gone there with their families when they were kids.
It wasn't a sex camp he explained and then extolled on the wholesome egalitarian virtues of social nudism. It was a member of such and such nudist association and only accepted new members who had been thoroughly vetted for criminal history. He also explained that to get the job, I had to become a member and that he had vetted me prior to inviting me out for the interview. If the job was offered to me and I accepted, I was informed that I would need to submit an application to the membership chairman, along with a check to buy into the co-op.
I was thinking, 'What the fuck? I have to pay cash to get a job here?'
He then gave me a tour of the place. We got out and walked around the heated L-shaped swimming pool which was covered and he showed me the adjoining club house that featured see-through rollaway overhead doors that could be opened or closed depending upon the weather. There really wasn't much to see, just a large room stuffed with tables and poolside furniture, but it was easy to see that it was a nice space, especially when the overhead doors were opened to the pool deck.
He pointed out the sand volleyball court, the shuffle board, the horseshoe pits, and the picnic area, all of which were buried in the snow, as well as a large spa that was covered up and likewise covered in snow, resembling a low mound more than a spa.
Driving along the road network he showed me the RV areas, both with and without sewer hookups, and showed me the tent camping area. There were a scattering of RVs and trailers here and there, and I was told that some members actually lived on the grounds year round.
We passed by an open air chapel where nondenominational services were held every Sunday. Who knew that God was okay with nudism? Then again, as any nudist would quickly point out, He created us nude and in His image. They do have a point there.
Along the way we stopped at a few restrooms for men and for women. Two of the restrooms had some rotting trim work, nothing major, but it was unsightly. Finally we stopped at an unisex shower facility that served the camp. Looking into the hot water closet, I noticed corrosion from water that had seeped from the base of one of the hot water holding tanks.
"This tank is leaking," I informed Herman. "You need to replace it before it ruptures."
"Yes, I know," he replied. "Can you fix it?"
"Sure, not a problem, but you really need a new tank."
"I have one on order," he told me.
"You have a sharp eye for things," he continued. "Tell you what, pick up the tank for me and install it. It'll sort of be like a final exam for the job. That is if you want the job."
"Sure, okay... Where do I pick up the tank?" I was happy to hear that it was at a plumbing supply store I was very familiar with, located in my hometown. Piece of cake!
With that we returned to the office and I was on my way back to my compact, shiny, all-aluminum Airstream travel trailer. Arriving in town, I stopped by the plumbing supply store. They were still open and sure enough, they had the special order tank, as it had arrived that morning. We called up Herman, who released it to me, and wrestled the beast into the back of my pickup. I also picked up the necessary fittings and some copper tubing. I had all the tools I needed in my truck already, torch, solder, hacksaw, etc.
Next morning I was on my way back to Green Oaks. Unlike the day before it was a glorious winter day, with full sunshine and temperatures quickly climbing into the lower forties.
"You sure are an eager beaver," Herman remarked as we met up at the office that Sunday morning.
"You gonna need any help with that?" he asked.
"Yes, it's too big for one man to handle without damaging it."
"Okay, you're the boss," he replied.
"No, you're the boss. I'm your hired hand."
"You ain't been hired yet," he replied dourly followed with a grin.
"Tell you what, Jack. I've got a bad back and I saw that Mack's home. I'll go fetch him and he'll help you."
The water had been cutoff, and the tank and water heater had been drained for the winter. With Mack's help, we removed it, unloaded the new tank, unboxed it and moved it into position. Thirty minutes later with all the pipe joints sweated, I turned the water on and once the tank was filled, turned the circulating pump back on. There were no leaks, so I turned the circulating pump off and drained the holding tank and hot water heater. I thanked this Mack fellow for his help and he lumbered off.
"By golly, you do know what the fuck you're doing," Herman remarked. "You want the job?"
"Yes, I do."
"So, you don't mind running around naked?"
"I'll get used to it."
"Then you're hired!
"And, yes," he added, "you will get used to it and rather quickly.
"You hungry?" It was past my usual lunch time and I was in fact very hungry.
"Then let's go see if Gloria can rustle up some grub for us."
We drove over to his double-wide mobile home and went inside. Even though it was cold outside, it was toasty warm inside. I don't know why it surprised me, but I hadn't even been introduced to her yet and seeing his wife puttering around in the buff, save for socks, was quite the surprise. I just wasn't expecting it. Then again, I shouldn't have been surprised. This was, after all, a nudist camp I knew and these people were nudists, but it was still a surprise.
Once inside, Herman took off his coat, his rubber boots and everything else. This too surprised me.
"Make yourself comfortable, Jack. Take off your clothes and sit a spell. No need to be embarrassed; we're not."
Then turning to his naked wife, he asked her to fix us something for lunch. She was miles ahead of him on that point, as she had a pot of homemade vegetable beef soup on the stove ready to be served.
Me, I got with the program, got naked with them, sat down and had the best meal I'd had in ages. With lunch done, the three of us sat around getting to know one another. They went as far as offering me a place to sleep that night. It being Sunday, that just wasn't possible, as I had classes to teach the next day bright and early. Besides, I wasn't ready to hang out naked with these two "oldsters" overnight.
Like I said, Herman looked to be in his sixties and Gloria did too; the effects of a lifetime of being exposed to the harmful UV rays without the benefit of sunscreen. It's the price that dedicated nudists pay all around the world, especially those who live the life full time. Having said that and ignoring the leathery skin and hair color, Gloria was fit and trim with the body of a forty year old, with a firm ass and a firm tits.
The following weekend I was back with a load of lumber to fix the restrooms and few other small projects. I did stay overnight with them that weekend and many weekends that followed while Herman and I whipped the camp into shape for opening day in April. I got paid for that work, as well as being fed, so for me it was a win. I also learned that Herman and Gloria were rather libertine sexually and that made for some very enjoyable evenings.
Of course there was a problem. Chad. I couldn't hang out at Green Oaks every weekend and not see Chad. I solved that by taking him with me one weekend. I explained the situation on the drive over. He was surprised and intrigued. I told him he wasn't to discuss this with anyone, not even Pete. I could only imagine what the school board might do if they found out I spent my free time at a nudist camp. As for the ex, the less she knew the better, and Chad already knew that.
I keyed in my pass code and headed to Herman's. I'd told him that I was bringing Chad. There was a minor issue about parental consent, not mine, but my ex-wife's. Herman let that pass. Naturally he greeted us at the door in the buff, even though it was nearly 20 degrees outside. Chad didn't even blink at that, but when Gloria came out to meet him, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. I don't think he saw her face as he was focused on her nearly perfect naked tits. What boy doesn't like a pair of naked tits? Really the first in-the-flesh naked tits he'd been treated to gaze at.
"Take your clothes off and stay a spell," Herman enjoined. I was already half naked, but Chad was understandably a little slow. As we were expected that Friday evening, Gloria had some supper ready for us. I can only imagine what was going through Chad's mind as Gloria hovered about tending to our every need, "accidently" brushing up against Chad time and time again.
Our supper done, we retired to the sofa with a glass of wine all around. Chad wasn't too keen on the dry red wine, so Gloria doctored it up with a little ginger ale. He liked that. He also liked it when she sat next to him.
"Your dad tells us that you masturbate a lot," she said to him. I thought he was going to choke on his wine. "Is that true? Do you self-pleasure yourself a lot?"
She followed that with, "Would you be offended if I offered to pleasure you with my hand?"
"No," he croaked softly.
"Now you just relax and enjoy this," she cooed as she took his cock in hand. Judging by the sheer volume of cum he shot off, he enjoyed it a lot. It was his first sexual encounter with a female, a female who was expert at pleasuring men. From that moment on, he was her adoring puppy dog, even though she was old enough to be his grandmother. And before we retired for the night, he had his first blowjob from a female.
Spring Break came around in mid-April. I had Chad for the duration, as my ex and her husband wanted to get away alone for awhile. As soon as school was out, Chad and I were on our way to the season opening of Green Oaks Nudist Camp, arriving there just before sunset. There were already a number of folks there and more would be coming in over the next few hours.
I drove over to Herman and Gloria's and brought in our stuff for the week, mainly my razor, shaving cream and our toothbrushes, along with a sweat suit for each of us in case it turned chilly. Gloria greeted me warmly with a motherly hug. Her hug for Chad was anything but motherly. Stripping down to my birthday suit, I donned a pair of flip-flops and made my way over to the office to greet the club members, leaving my 15 year old son in the capable hands of Gloria. I was at the office until after ten PM. Herman was good enough to drop off some supper for me, and he was happy to report that Chad was no longer a virgin, at least when it came to fucking a woman.
But on my very first day, I was pretty much on my own. Actually, it was quite simple. Just check them in as they arrived, then send them off to find a campsite to their liking. As everyone was just arriving, there wasn't much to see in the way of skin that evening.
Next morning was another matter all together. Lord have mercy! All those carefree naked kids running about, made for a difficult adjustment period. The naked teenagers didn't help my condition either. And the young adults, man, some of the ladies had some tits! And the guys, for a bisexual cocksucker like myself, it was paradise.
Having said that, there were lots of not-so attractive nudists too, older folks and folks with less than perfect bodies, too fat and too skinny, maybe sporting some nasty looking scars. Maybe just downright plain ugly.
But, I adjusted quickly and didn't have a hard-on the entire time. Even if I did spring one now and then, no one paid any attention to it, nor did anyone complain about it, nor complain about any other guy whose unruly organ had a mind of its own. I was just another guy with a dick, just like all the other guys walking around with his dick and balls swinging free. Chad, he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. And as I was working, he was on his own, not that he needed my protection or anything.
At a nudist camp like Green Oaks, it was okay to look, but not to stare. It was considered impolite to stare, even if that sixteen year old beauty had the most magnificent rack known to man. And the young boys and young girls... I wasn't into young girls so much as I was into boys, but that was a matter of conditioning. Then again I wasn't into boys either before Chad started sucking my dick and his friend's ass was made available to me by his dad. That changed everything for me. Still, Chad and Bruce were almost teenagers when that all began, and here were all these naked kids, from babies to teenagers, parading about without shame and without a stitch of clothes. It just about drove me crazy.
It's one of society's contradictions. If you took a photograph of one of these kids, you could be arrested and sent to prison, but here you could look at them live in-the-flesh and that was fine with everyone, including the law. Of course you couldn't touch. Touch some kid the wrong way and you were likely to have a ton of bricks unloaded upon you.
Touching was another one of those gray areas. Unwelcomed or uninvited touching was a big no-no and could get you kicked out of the place faster than emptying your bladder. Giving someone a hug, that was okay around here, just as long as the huggee didn't take offense. You could even give a kid a hug as long as it was plutonic and perceived to be so.
Take the nightly dances at the club house. Tables and chairs were pushed back to make room for a dance floor. On the second night, I was given the task of acting as the club's DJ. They had stereo equipment set up, with turntables and tape machines. All I had to do was spin tunes, making sure I played a good mix that everyone could enjoy. It was slow at first, but by and by couples started dancing, with lots of jiggling tits on display during the fast tunes and lots of cheek to cheek during the slow tunes. On the slow tunes, you had to hold your partner in the traditional ballroom manner, hands above the waist and off the butt. That said, you could snuggle up to your partner and rub body to body as long as you weren't being lewd about it. As this was a social club, folks danced with several different partners. Even an old guy could dance with that sixteen year old with the world class rack and rub into her if she let him, and from what I saw... Needless to say, the nightly dances were very popular.
Even kissing; if it was just a peck on the cheek that was okay; but not a spit swapping kiss, at least not out in the open. As for anything sexual for that matter, that was a huge no-no, even though sex between individuals was as natural as the oak trees that forested the camp. It was simply best to keep one's hands to yourself lest it be misconstrued by some observer. However, in the privacy of your RV or your tent, sex was okay, provided it was consensual and everyone was of legal age. And in certain RV's there was a lot of sex. You just didn't flaunt it.
As for language, profanity was generally discouraged and a possible cause for removal. Unwanted sexual innuendos were likewise severely frowned upon. Of course if it was just a group of guys out of earshot of the ladies and the kiddos, raunchy colorful language, as well as racy subjects were perfectly fine; unless someone in that group were prudish, in which case he probably wouldn't be in a randy discussion of this girl's tits or that girl's ass and what each and every one would do with her if given the opportunity.
As a manager, it was one of my jobs to police such things. As a practical matter, I adopted a see-no-evil posture, not wanting to embroil myself in someone else's business. Herman even counseled me to be as invisible to the guests as possible. See what? I didn't see anything...
Towards the end of the week, after the dance ended at 10 PM, I was approached by a nice looking lady and her husband and invited for cocktails in their RV. I had occasion to talk with Dick and Jane on several occasions during the week. And as we talked, they both kept glancing down at my dick, then looking up and smiling. I too dropped my eyes a time or two as the guy was well hung and his wife was well endowed and neither minded me looking. It not being my first rodeo, I had a good idea of what they wanted when they invited me over.
Everyone at the camp went by first names only. It was impolite and against club rules to ask anyone their last name, where they lived or where they worked. It was a policy that protected everyone from scandal outside the nudist community. I sure as hell didn't want the school board to know where I would be working during summer break!
Dick and Jane led me to their RV. We went inside where I was promptly offered a bourbon and seven. The three of us sat on the sofa with me in the middle. Within minutes I had a hand on each of my thighs.
"You don't mind us touching you like this, do you?" Jane asked as she rubbed my thigh.
I had hardly said, "No," when Dick's hand was on my dick.
Jane then kissed my ear and whispered, "You don't mind me kissing you, do you?"
I didn't even have a chance to reply, "No," to her before Dick went down on me engulfing my rapidly hardening cock.
"Oh, fuck," I hissed. I knew right then and there that I had found the absolute best job in the world. Needless to say, I spent the night with those two and had a wonderful night fucking and sucking them both.
Next morning when I saw Herman at the office, he asked me if I had fun the night before, adding, "You're not in any trouble, Jack. Fraternizing with the guests is okay, as you are a club member too. Just be discrete about it." Ah, the benefits of membership! Suddenly I wasn't quite as bent out of shape over having to buy into the co-op to get my job.
I was discrete about it and didn't say a word to anyone about the three-way. However, evidently Dick and/or Jane did say something to someone, as that someone and his wife approached me before the dance that night for some after hour, off-the-books fun and games. Neither of them were as good looking or as fit as Dick and Jane, but what the hell. By the time Sunday rolled around and the camp was closed until the following weekend, I had a very happy dick. A job with benefits! Who knew?
Chad was a very busy boy too. He'd made a lot of friends, male and female, his own age. He was quite descriptive of the twin brother/sister he met and how he was invited to fuck the guy's sister. Apparently here teenage kids fucked around too! Who would have thought naked kids that age would engage in adult activities?
The following weekend I was approached by yet another couple in the middle of the day. Apparently it was getting around that I was player. Everything job wise that needed to be taken care had been taken care of, so I had time to slip away with them. This guy was a voyeur and wanted to watch me fuck his wife. I fucked her and the three of us were happy.
At the dance that night, I wised up a bit and put on stack of 45 RPM records on the changer. This gave me an opportunity to dance with the three ladies I'd had sex with. It had been so long since I danced with a woman, that I'd forgotten how much fun it could be. Later I put on a fresh stack of 45s and danced with some ladies I hadn't had sex with, but whose bodies I admired.
So I'm dancing cheek to cheek with this woman and pop a boner. I was about to apologize when she asks, "You having a problem?"
"I'm sorry, I..."
"I'm not sorry," she replied with a smile. "It feels nice."
By the time the dance was finished, she had a wet spot on her belly. She also maneuvered us so that when the dance was over and I had to tend to the music, we were right by my DJ's station so I was able slip behind the podium without making a spectacle of myself. It didn't go any further than that with her, at least for that weekend it didn't.
The next weekend was my weekend with Chad. That week had been rather tumultuous, as Chad announced that he was going to be living with me from then on. His mom had a fit, but she was on shaky legal grounds and she knew it. And so when we left Green Oaks that Sunday, I didn't take him home to his mom, he stayed with me. I was more than okay with that. Despite the cramped conditions in the Airstream, there was plenty of room for the two of us in the bed. As an added bonus, his wrestling buddy, Pete, would pick him up in the morning and drop him off after school, frequently staying long enough for me to get my cock up his ass.
When summer rolled around and school was let out for the summer, I hitched up my trailer and headed for Green Oaks. Herman and Gloria had been exceptional hosts, but I no longer needed a place to crash. I had my choice of spots in the RV park, leveled it and hooked up to the electric, water, sewer lines, and hooked my TV into the camp's private multichannel satellite dish, and then deployed my outside awning. Chad and I were home for the summer.
The every other weekend thing could have been a problem, but my ex's hubby was more than pleased not to have to deal with Chad, who I knew, openly loathed his step-father. Besides, that gave them the opportunity to tour Europe for several weeks unencumbered with a sulking teenager.
As a bonus, I now had more room in my humble abode, as I'd packed up all our unnecessary clothes and put them in storage. We still needed a t-shirt and a pair of shorts for when we went to town for groceries and such, but that was the only clothes we needed for the entire summer, plus a bunch of towels. You needed a lot of towels to carry around and sit upon at a nudist camp.
In addition to keeping the trash bins empty around camp, tending to the pool daily, keeping the restrooms clean and fixing the occasional issue with someone's RV, I now was responsible for taking applications for membership and then vetting the applicants. Actually there weren't that many seeking membership to the club, but there were any number of outside guests passing through who were members of affiliated nudist clubs. These needed to be vetted as well before a reservation was accepted and permission to use the facilities were granted. This was a simple matter of calling the club they belonged to and verifying who they were.
Applications to join the Green Oaks Social Club, were a another matter altogether. There was an application fee that covered the costs of hiring someone to go to various courthouses and checking for any criminal record. There was one, I remember, who had a sex offender record as a pedophile. I felt badly for this guy, as Herman was required to refer this poor fellow to the law. He didn't and instead just tore up the application and sent the guy a letter to the effect of "Fuck off!"
Like I said before, applications were accepted for couples and families only, the singles were already members when they lost their spouse for whatever cause. An exception was made for single, unmarried women. Applications for two women living together as a family were also accepted. The same can't be said for two guys cohabitating. Even here there was a double standard when it came to homosexuality, even though bisexual/homosexual relations at camp were rampant.
I took an application and vetted the family. Everything was good to go, when the guy shows up with only his son in tow. Whenever a parent shows up alone and with their kid or kids, they had to have a notarized permission document on file with us, stating that the absent parent was okay with it. He had the proper paper work with him and that was that. The guy visited every other weekend and always with just his boy and never with his wife.
Herman got suspicious and made some inquiries. Turned out that the kid was his stepson and the kid's mother knew nothing about Green Oaks nor anything about what he was doing on those weekends when they went "camping". The guy had forged every document he had submitted including the notary. Caused quite a stink, and he was kicked out of the club. What happened after that, I have no idea, but I presume it wasn't good.
Then there was another guy, Don, who sometimes showed up with his wife and kid, and other times with only his kid in tow. Jason was a good looking kid with short cropped hair, blue eyes and an easy killer smile. If I recall correctly, he was about eight that first summer, and appeared very athletic with good muscular definition. Best of all, he had firm shapely buttocks... an ass that turned heads. Rules be damned, it was hard not to stare at that kid's butt. He was the kind of boy a man like me would take note of. I guess I wasn't subtle enough around him and his dad took note of that fact. But then again, as the saying goes, it takes one to know one.
Seeing that I was on duty 24/7, as were Herman and his wife, so long as two of us were available to cover all bases and nothing was pressing, it was okay for me to go back to my trailer and take a break. I was doing just that, hanging out under my awing when Don showed up with Jason in tow.
I rose from my chair to shake hands. We began talking outside under the awning with Don's back to the camp road and with his son standing in front of him. Like I said, he was a good looking kid and I was attracted to him and my eyes just wouldn't stay on Don. As Don and I chatted about whatever, he wrapped his arms around the boy. Soon he was slowly rubbing the kid's bare belly with one hand while the other swept over the kid's generous nipples.
Fuck me, I popped a boner, a condition that didn't go unnoticed by either Don or his kid. To make my condition even worse, Don dropped his hand from the kid's belly, down to his privates and began fondling his boy to an erection. With Don's back to road, if someone had walked by, I doubt that they would have seen anything. Still, out in the open, it was a dangerous bit of exhibitionism.
"Um, you want to step inside for a beer?" I offered. Purely social visits were usually conducted outside and in plain view. Around there, to be invited into a trailer was tantamount to an offer for sex. Of course that wasn't always the case, but in this case...
We went inside. Don whispered in Jason's ear and before I had a chance to make good on my beer offer, the kid went down on me. The gleam in Don's eyes while watching his kid going to town on my cock was unmistakable. I also knew exactly where Don was coming from, as I too had often gotten my jollies watching my own son suck dick, especially an adult's dick.
And all the while the kid blew me, his dad was urging, "Yeah, suck that dick, Jason. Suck the cum right out of his fucking balls. Come on, boy, suck his cock like you mean it," and other expressions of encouragement along the same vein.
Over the years I'd had several ten year olds suck my cock, but I never had a kid that young suck my cock before. Being around naked boys at the camp, day in and day out, certainly didn't dampen my ardor, though I knew better than to act upon my urges. Suddenly, a really young kid, a really good looking young kid, was doing what I imagined any number of boys at the camp doing to my penis. Despite having my balls drained within the past 24 hours with the experienced lips of one of the camp ladies, I didn't last very long. When I blew my wad into the kid's mouth, he dealt with it like a pro. Then he sucked off his dad who was nearly ready to blow from watching his boy do his thing.
The incestuous blowjob quickly completed, Jason hopped up on my dinette table, leaned back and spread his legs grinning at me. It was an invitation to gobble preteen cock that I immediately accepted. Of course Jason was too young to ejaculate, but I nonetheless gave him dry cum.
With suck time over, Don wanted his beer, so I gave him one and gave Jason a Coke. Sitting on my sofa with Jason between us, Don watched as I played with his son's dick and balls for a while. With his beer empty, Don thanked me and then bade his farewell, adding that we needed to get together again soon, a suggestion I heartily agreed to.
(bi, MM, ff, Mf, voy, exhib, mast, oral, anal, rim)
Jack becomes acquainted with Mack, a lifelong nudist and capital P Player...
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There was a guy at the nudist camp that is particularly noteworthy. I met Mack that day I secured my job by installing the water holding tank for the showers. Mack was a big swarthy fellow who was a lifelong member of the Green Oaks Social Club. He was also a legacy member, as his parents and his dad's parents had been members as well. In fact, his grandfather and grandmother had been founding members. For Mack, Green Oaks was home. Quite literally.
Despite the club's injunction against revealing too much about your outside life, Mack was more or less an open book. For a living, he drove trucks, 18 wheelers cross country. He was an owner-operator, meaning he owned and drove his own tractor rig, with his name emblazoned on the doors "Mack McBride." He was divorced and had two girls, 10 year old twins, Lacy and Macy, who came to camp every two weeks or so for the weekend and had been going to Green Oaks since they were born.
After he was divorced, Mack lived at Green Oaks year round. At Green Oaks he had the reputation as a Player with a capital P.
When I first met Mack, he didn't say much, though his brawn came in quite handy that day. The next time I saw him was Spring Break week, when I was just getting acclimated to nudism. He came by the office and this time he chatted it up, asking me how things were going and how did like "running about naked in the woods chasing pussy." There was no one in ear shot, so I presumed it was okay for him to say what he said and how he said it.
The next day I saw him out by the pool with his twin girls practically on top of him. This of course was a no-no, but no one said anything about it. He waved to me and I waved back. Later on I saw him in the club house talking to Dick of Dick-and-Jane swingers fame.
The following week, he was there for the weekend. Passing by his trailer on my way to do whatever, he called me over. Mack got right to the point.
"Jack, I hear that you're a player, " he said after a handshake.
"Player? What do you mean?"
"A player? Around these parts, it means someone who knows what 'all available holes' are good for."
"Come again?"
"I got it from good reliable sources," he explained as if that explained anything.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about sucking dick, among other things. So... you got a few minutes?" he asked giving a nod of his head towards his trailer.
I looked down. He was big, but I already knew that. I looked back up.
"I'm horny and feeling very randy this morning," he said with a grin.
I must have had a stupid look on my face for he followed that up with, "Okay, I want to suck your cock and I want you to suck my cock. Is that plain enough for you?"
"If you put it that way, sure, let's go," I replied.
Let me tell you, he was a mouthful! Not only that, but he gave one of the best blowjobs I'd ever had. The big guy really knew how to orally pleasure another man. I could have stayed there all afternoon with him, but I had a job to do. So, after we drained each other's balls, I was on my way, with an open invitation to "come back anytime, anytime at all."
Next time I saw him was Sunday morning. I was over in the tent camping area. There were just a handful of tents and pop up campers set up, so not many folks were using these facilities. Still, I had to clean the restrooms and showers, even if they were already clean. So I have my mop and bucket with disinfectant wearing high rubber boots and rubber gloves when Mack strolled in.
"Anybody in here?" he said loudly while beating his fist against a metal stall door. No one answered, as other than me, the place was deserted.
He looked over at me grinning and asked, "Got a minute?" while holding a stall door open. Shit, he wanted to have sex there in the restroom where anyone could walk in at anytime?
"There ain't nobody around here," he declared as if reading my mind. "I checked. They're either off singing at the chapel or in the pool playing grab ass." It was shades of Chad and me at the rest area with the well dressed guy with the horse cock. That place smelled of disinfectant too.
I must have had a dumbfounded expression because he laughed saying, "Just kidding, Jack! A place like this is just too dangerous to give a blowjob, but you'd be surprised at how many dumb ass kids come in here and do just that when they could've just as easily gone off in the woods where no one would see them.
"Saw the golf cart outside and figured you were in here and decided to come in see if you wanted to do a repeat of yesterday."
"I was thinking along the same lines this morning when I woke up," I told him.
"You don't say? Tell you what, after you finish up what you have to do, I'll be down at the swimming pool checking out all the young ass. Come on by and we'll go to my place and I'll show you my butterfly collection."
It was the best offer I'd had that morning, but then again it was just barely past 9 AM.
"Butterflies? Yeah, I love butterflies," I answered.
"Give me until ten. Okay?"
"Sure thing, cocksucker," he replied with a grin. A moment later I was alone once again with my mop and bucket.
As it turns out, Herman had other plans for me at 10 AM that day. I ran into Mack later that day and I figured that he wasn't all that pleased. However, he wasn't upset or angry about it, telling me how this woman's husband had to run into to town and while he was away, Mack fucked her.
He laughed and revised his story, "Actually I fucked her and then he ran into town, but only after he cleaned my dick.
"You know, Jack, you ought to go fuck her too before hubby gets back. She's in the red trailer over there leaking my cum from her pussy. That is unless her husband sucked it all out of her before he left."
"Uh, okay," I replied not knowing if he was bullshitting me or not.
"Don't believe me? Sniff my dick."
I wasn't about to sniff his dick out on the camp road. Nor was I about to go knock on her door and ask if she wanted to fuck.
"Well, have it your way, Jack. Me, I'm going back to the pool and see if I can rustle up more pussy before everyone goes home."
The next weekend Mack was on the road, but the following weekend he was there with his twin girls again. He played the part of the adoring daddy pretty well I thought. Still with his girls about, there wasn't much chance to get together with him.
As it turned out, I didn't have an opportunity to get together with Mack again until late in June. By then I knew more about him. Not from him directly, but from what other folks said about him. First of all, everyone it seemed, adored his two girls. Blond and willowy, the two ten-year-old identical twin cuties were a gregarious pair. That and everyone (well maybe not everyone) commented about how Mack's disposition improved whenever his girls were about. And who could blame him? He only got to be with them every other weekend and they seemed to love their daddy as much as he loved them. I could certainly relate to that.
Once the girls were returned to their mother, I did get together with him. It was the middle of the week and unlike a weekend, it was rather slow.
"Say, how about if I buy you a beer, Jack?" he offered. Translation, 'Let's go suck each other's dick.' Sounded good to me, so after I tended to some minor business, I met him at his trailer. He was sitting out under his awning drinking a beer when I walked up.
He held out something in his hand, revealing it to be a tube of KY Jelly. 'Shit,' I thought, 'he wants to stick that big wang of his up my butt.'
"Interested?" he asked. "You know you owe me," he added.
"Owe you? Owe you for what?"
"For standing me up."
"Standing you up when?" I asked.
"Back in May. I wanted you to suck my dick in the restroom over by the tent camping area. You wouldn't, but agreed to do me later that morning. I never got my blowjob, cocksucker."
"Hell," I countered, "and all this time I thought you wanted to suck my dick in the goddamned restroom."
"Shhhh! Keep your voice down, Jack.
"Yeah, I wanted to suck your dick too," he continued in low voice, "but no, you had to go off and do something else."
"Yeah, I wanted to keep my job."
"Old Herman wouldn't fire you. He likes you. Everyone around here likes you. By any measure, you're an okay guy. So, how about that beer?"
With Mack it was hard to tell if he was serious or if he was just busting my balls. Maybe a bit of both. With him sitting there with that friendly good-old-boy smile while he fondled himself to a massive erection, it could have gone both ways at the same time.
"Yeah, let's go in and have that beer," I told him while my anus tingled in anticipation of the butt fucking I was about to receive.
It's not like I was an anal virgin or anything. I'd had several dicks up my butt since I started working here this summer. It was always a quid pro quo kind of a thing during a threesome. Yeah, I was a player, but not a capital P Player. I wasn't into being a bottom, preferring to be a top, but both guys can't be tops at the same time, it just wasn't possible. And in the I'll-scratch-your-back-if-you-scratch-my-back underground world of this nudist camp, I took a few up the butt. Before then I'd have to go back to when my condo neighbor gave me a massage to remember.
'Fuck, is this going to hurt?' I thought to myself.
To my surprise he rooted around in his little ice chest by his side and pulled out a can of beer and offered it to me. 'We're not going inside?' I asked myself as I accepted the cold brew.
I popped the top and took a swig. "Let's take a walk," he said pointing off in the direction of one of the shower facilities. "I need a shower before we get started." So much for him changing his mind.
There always seemed to be someone in the showers around here. Presumably because folks were so active during the day, playing volleyball, walking in the woods or just because it was just plain hot and that was the best and quickest way to cool off. Today there were a couple of teenage girls in there soaping each other up when we walked in. They saw me and froze, thinking that they'd been busted touching each other inappropriately. I wasn't about to bust them, as I thought what they were doing was hot and had popped a boner.
Mack didn't miss the opportunity to tease the girls asking, "You girls need any help with that?"
They started to bolt, but Mack stopped them with, "Hold on there, you two! You both know the rules. No touchie-touchie! Naughty, naughty!
"But me and Jack-the-Manager here, we didn't see a thing because of our poor eyesight. So you two go right ahead and scrub-a-dub-dub. Me and Jack, we'll stand guard and act as your lookouts."
The girls burst into giggling and to my astonishment resumed soaping each other's tits up and put on quite a show for us.
"Don't forget those coochies," Mack said as he openly stroked himself.
With Mack and I in the doorway, the girls knew that we could see if anyone was coming and proceeded to rub each other off. It was incredible watching those two young cunts getting each other off while Mack and I watched while calmly polishing off our beers. What a couple of exhibitionists!
The girls finally got embarrassed enough to stop and left the shower giggling. Mack and I graciously stepped aside and without further comment, let the two pass keeping well out of arms reach of them.
"Fuck! That was hot," he declared. It was an understatement, as we were both so hard that we could have driven nails with our cocks. Was this a great place or what?
We showered, keeping our hands to ourselves and using generous amounts of the liquid soap provided. "Be sure and get your butt crack good," he told me as he vigorously washed his own butt crack and anus.
Squeaky clean, we rinsed off and headed back to his place, drip drying as we went. Picking up his tube of KY from the table outside, we went inside. I noticed when he shut the door behind us that he didn't lock the door. I mentioned it and he replied, "Why bother?"
"Someone might come in," I answered reasonably.
"So what? Let'em come in and watch if they want. We ain't gonna be doing anything illegal or against club rules." He had a point.
"Let's take this into the back," he said adding, "we'll be more comfortable there."
We went back into his bedroom. Typical of RVs, the disheveled bed took up the entire room with barely enough space on any one side to shuffle in sideways.
"Okay, up on the bed and on your knees, butt fuck," he said.
'Oh, man. This is it,' I thought as I took up the position he wanted to do me in.
That's when I realized that he had no curtains or other window coverings of any kind on his windows. Anyone who looked out the back window of the trailer next to him could see right inside and see what we were doing! I knew this as a fact as I had watched people fuck in the trailers next to mine a few times this summer. On my part it was pure voyeurism, while on their part it was exhibitionism. Now we were to be the exhibitionists for whoever was next door and cared to watch.
Mack opened my buttocks open with his thumbs and held them open for a long moment. I was expecting to feel cold lube on my asshole any moment, but to my surprise, I felt him bury his face in my butt and felt his warm wet tongue on my anus instead. This wasn't my first rodeo with this sort of thing as I'd had my butt licked a few times over the years, by certain ladies at behest of their husbands and by a certain boy who was as dissolute as I was. I always enjoyed the treatment, even if I had never reciprocated. This was a different situation and I was sure Mack would demand equal treatment after he'd shot his load up my butt. You'd think that prospect would have bothered me, and it did, up to a point. I quickly put it out of mind and just concentrated on enjoying what he was doing to me.
He got me loosened up enough to proceed to the main event. I felt the broad head of his cock nestle against my anus and braced myself. As he applied steady pressure, I felt my asshole stretching to accommodate his cock. I tried to relax my ass and let him enter and suddenly the head of his dick popped past my sphincter. Fuck... he was big and he felt big. I let out a long moan as he pushed in deep.
"Oh, my gawd!" I heard a female voice exclaim along with girlish giggling.
I turned my head toward the doorway where the voice came from and there holding their hands to their mouths were the two teen girls we had just watched showering and putting on a show for us. Their sudden appearance had no effect upon Mack as he began fucking me. The girls watched for a minute or so before they ran off giggling and laughing. I suppose I should have been embarrassed being caught like that, but it had the opposite effect. I had always been turned on when a husband watched me fucking his wife, or when she watched me sucking his dick, or him sucking my dick. Bisexual encounters were simply the best, and to be seen being sodomized, made it all the better!
Mack unloaded up my butt. Pulling out, he slapped my ass and said, "Let's go find those two cunts and fuck them." With that, he was out of the trailer and on the hunt, leaving me behind gaping and leaking.
I cleaned up as best I could in his tiny bathroom, then headed out myself. Only I didn't chase after him or them, as they were nowhere in sight. Besides, it was getting late and I needed to mosey over to the pool and get ready for that evening's dance. But first I needed to go to my digs and grab a bite to eat, stopping off on the way at the showers to clean up a little better. Arriving a bit early at the pavilion, I took a quick swim, then I dried off and set about getting my playlist in order and began spinning tunes. Soon folks began to gather and dance, especially the kids.
I was there for about an hour when I spied the two shower girls. It was getting dark by then. Five minutes later, Mack made his appearance, nonchalantly indifferent to the girls' presence. He ignored me too for a while, but soon was rubbing up against some woman on the dance floor. On the next song, he danced with another woman. He then sat out a few songs before approaching me.
"Did you catch up with those two?" I asked.
"Which two?" he replied feigning ignorance.
"Those two. The girls from the shower."
"Oh, them! Kinda young aren't they?"
"Yeah...."
"That shit is against the rules," he said with a grin.
He left, cornered one of the girls and a moment later she disappeared. Mack came back and offered to play DJ for awhile, telling me that there was a treat waiting for me behind the pump house.
"Go on," he told me. "Just don't get caught."
"Oh, I see. Thanks for taking over for me for a while."
"Don't mention it, Jack."
I then slipped away and taking a roundabout route, headed to the pump house and approached from the rear. There were a lot of trees and as I got close I saw them in the shadows. Even though they were expecting me, I startled them when I appeared from the shadows.
"Oh, my gosh! You scared me!" one of the girls said.
The other immediately volunteered to act as lookout. The one I startled began giggling and began playing with my dick, getting a quick rise out of me.
"You gonna do me, like Mack did Brenda?" she asked.
"And how was that?" I asked.
"You know, do me standing up."
"Is that what you want?"
"Yeah, I don't want to get all dirty."
"Okay by me," I replied as I pulled her to me and kissed her with one hand on her naked butt and the other mauling her naked tit as she ground her pelvis against my hard cock. I dropped the hand from her tit and lifted one leg. She in turn directed my cock to her cunt and I jabbed it in. For the next few minutes we rutted like that in the deep shadows. Turns out she was a squealer and I had to put a hand over her mouth to muffle her while we fucked.
I pounded her standing up until I spermed her cunt. Once my cock softened and slithered out of her hole, I thanked her and made my way back to the pavilion, were I found a group of kids taking turns playing DJ. That was okay, as they had all done it before, relieving me of doing that chore all night.
Mack cornered me and asked, "How was your treat?"
"Great. And how was yours?"
"Great," he replied then moved off and retired for the evening.
Later when Chad was around with a honey, I got him off to the side and asked him if he knew the two girls Mack and I fucked.
"Oh, yeah. They fuck," he said with a grin then slipped off to be with his girl du joir.
It was like that all summer. I really didn't see much of Chad, except in passing, as he had better things to do than hang out with his old man. Seems every week he had a new babe he hung around with. And I met a few of them in my trailer being drilled by Chad when unexpectedly, I dropped in for moment. I always looked, but didn't touch.
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(bi, Mg, Mb, Mgg, MFb, MMF, fondle, oral, bukk, inc)
Jack relates some memorable experiences at Green Oaks...
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Green Oaks Social Club was a family oriented nudist camp, and as such, there were lots and lots of families there with their kids. One of my main duties as a camp manager was to be hospitable to the members and guests. Earlier in the day I was manning the office when I checked in a family with three kids. They were members, but I hadn't seen them before. Later that afternoon I was making my rounds and spotted them in the tent camping area where they had set up their pop up camper. When I had checked them in, they were all dressed; they weren't dressed now.
Carrying my towel with me, I approached their campsite. The wife, a buxom full bodied woman, was busy getting organized to cook supper. The two older kids, a boy and his older sister, were chasing each other around in the buff. The man, Kip, was relaxing in a folding chair, keeping an eye on his youngest, a little girl who was maybe four.
I greeted him and he asked me to join him. I sat in a folding chair facing him. We chatted it up with me doing my host thing when the little girl came and crawled in her daddy's lap. She sat straddling his knees and then leaned back against his bare chest, and in doing so displayed her bald toddler cunt to me.
Dad held her, his hand rubbing on her bare tummy both above and below her belly button. My eyes kept dropping to the child's pussy. Dad certainly noticed where my eyes kept going. He didn't say anything about it and kept talking about whatever it was we were talking about, only he would grin every time my eyes met his.
Kip, the little girl's dad, stopped rubbing her tummy and dropped his hand down even lower, coming to rest high on her inner thigh, a mere fraction of an inch from her cunt. My eyes were now glued to where his hand was. He curled his fingers slightly and when he did, pulled her skin so that her pussy lips opened slightly. He did that several times before I looked up and saw him staring at me. Only it wasn't my eyes he was looking at, but my pecker which had grown upright.
The show was interrupted when her older sister came and pulled the little girl from her daddy's lap to take her to the rest room with her.
The boy, who was maybe six or seven, then came and stood by his daddy, who casually put his hand on the boy's butt and gave him a hug. The kid paid no attention to where his father's hand was, as his attention was on my erection. Then the lady, a big breasted woman, came over to introduce herself. Marie, the wife and mother, couldn't have missed the engorged state of my member, but she made no mention of it.
I wanted to hang around and see where this all might lead, but I had a job to do and excused myself. Later that afternoon, before the evening dance, I was at my trailer grilling up a couple of hot dogs for supper when the man I met earlier, Kip, came by with his little girl, Penny, in tow. I offered him a hot dog, which he declined and fetched him a beer. We didn't go inside, but instead sat under my awning facing each other and with his back to the road.
The little girl was perched on her daddy's lap, legs spread to either side of his thighs which lewdly opened up her baby pussy to my view. Dad noticed where my eyes were and dropped his free hand casually into her lap. Soon he was tracing the cleft of her young pussy with his finger. I was erect by then, my hot dogs forgotten. Casually he took a swig of beer and as he did so, parted her lips with his finger. While my neglected supper blackened to pure carbon, he slid his finger in her trench, casually drinking his beer and watching me watching him. Finished with his beer, he removed his finger from her cunt, brought it up and made a show of sucking the juices off. He laughed, thanked me for the beer and was on his way, carrying his little girl to where ever he was taking her. Damn!
Kip came by the next day, this time with his little boy who was maybe six, seven at most.
"Kind of hot today, isn't it?" he said. It was in fact a hot day.
Picking up on why he was there and what he wanted, I suggested we go inside where it was cool. Inside he immediately plopped his little boy's bare ass on my dinette table and said, "I'll have that beer now."
I pulled out a cold one from the little fridge and offered it to him. As he took a swig, the boy leaned back bracing himself with one arm and with his free hand, he began masturbating.
"No, let the man do that for you," his father said glancing at me with a grin.
Fuck, it didn't take a genius to figure out that he was offering me his little boy. The boy stopped flogging his little boner, leaned back on both arms, spread his legs and smiled at me. A moment later my mouth was on that little cock, caressing it with my lips and my tongue, giving the kid a best blowjob I could.
After about two minutes, the kid began squirming about groaning, "Daddy, it's beginning to tingle again..." The squirming stopped and I knew he'd had enough.
The boy's father finished off his beer, thanked me and was on his way. I was a bit disappointed that he didn't have the kid go down on me, but with encounters like this, it's always better to let the responsible adult take the lead.
I saw the family later that night at the dance. Everything was outwardly normal. That's when I realized the obvious... Despite the outward rules and the hype of the benefits of social nudity, this place was indeed a sex camp. True, the sex wasn't out in the open, but it was there and was there in spades. And I realized that the kids, or at least some of the kids, were sexually available under the right circumstances. This was particularly true of the families of second and third generations of camp members, which brings me back to Mack.
It was a Monday morning and I was at the dumpsters just outside the security gate unloading trash bags when I saw Mack roll into camp from a long trip. I waved and he waved back. Campers were responsible for deposing of their own trash, but in the common areas, trash receptacles were provided. Naturally, after a weekend and the big crowds, every "public" trash receptacle was full to overflowing. Therefore, Monday mornings were my least favorite time of the week, as it was my duty, as the assistant camp manager, to empty every trash receptacle, install new trash bags and haul the garbage to the dumpsters. This usually took several trips with my golf cart and little wagon.
I made the second trip and while throwing the bags of trash into the dumpsters, someone, obviously lost and with a car full of kids, pulled up, saw me naked save for my hat and shoes, turned and left in a big hurry. This I found to be very amusing.
Having finished the trash runs, I was on my way to clean the showers, passing by Mack's. I stopped to say hello and relate to him the incident at the dumpster. I didn't think anything of it when I just walked in without knocking. He was apparently in the back, so I went back there. To my surprise he was with his twin girls. The curtains were drawn, the first time I'd seen him do that. One daughter was sitting on his face as he ate her out and the other was sliding her lips around his substantial cock.
"Hi, Mr. Jack!" sang the twin whose mouth wasn't stuffed with her dad's cock.
'Whoa!' I thought and began to back out of his bedroom.
Mack was quick to dislodge his daughter from his face and bellowed out, "What the fuck are you doing, Jack? Don't you ever knock?"
"Sorry, I thought you were alone."
"Well, I'm not!" he shot back.
"Sorry," I repeated.
"Not a word about this to anyone! Not even Herman!"
"I didn't see a thing!" I asserted.
"That's right. You didn't see a god damned thing. Now get the fuck out!"
"I'm going. I'm going..."
"Wait! Don't go just yet," he said changing his tune somewhat. "Hell, you can't very well un-see what you just saw, so why don't you pull up a chair and watch for a spell."
"I think I'd better just get going," I replied.
"The hell you will. I said sit! So sit your ass down."
There wasn't anywhere to sit in the crowded room except on the bed where he was having sex with his twin girls, so I sat on the edge of the bed.
By this time the daughter sucking his dick was sitting up and looking at me. "Mr. Jack has a boner!" she exclaimed and burst into girlish giggling.
"Come here, you," Mack said grasping her by the arm and pulling up and positioning her cunt over his face. She sat automatically. Her sister, who had been sitting on his face, moved down to suck his dick without being told.
Wet slurping noises filled the little room. I had wondered every since I first saw them very early in the season whether he had sex with them. He never said, I never asked, and no one ever suggested it, but now I knew for certain.
The one getting eaten by her dad, looked at me the entire time with a huge smile on her face, a smile that faded into a mask of ecstatic agony as his tongue had its effect upon her. Her sister, now sucking dick, also kept her eyes on me. She'd pull off, smile at me and then make a great show of licking and then sliding her lips over his dick until she had taken the whole damned thing. Me, I was suffering a major case of blue balls watching all of this and couldn't help but stroke my leaking erection.
I don't know how he knew I was flogging it, as he couldn't see me, but he must have sensed it. He pushed the daughter on his face up enough to say, "When you cum, Jack. Cum on her face."
He didn't specify who "her" was, but I was close to blowing my wad. I jumped up, straddled him and did as he said, hosing his daughter down as he ate her, saving a little to squirt on the face of the one blowing him. Needless to say, I probably got just much on him as on his two girls.
Once I moved off, he displaced the two girls. They immediately began kissing and licking my cum from the other's face. Mack, he was grinning ear to ear, relishing the whole lurid scene, his once proud erection collapsing and oozing the last dredges of his own orgasm.
With the girls smooching and maneuvering into a 69 with each other, Mack said to me, "Not a word." Then with a jerk of his thumb, I was sent packing.
Later on in the day, I saw the three of them playing in the pool. Mack had one daughter on his shoulders while the other twin rode on the shoulders of another man in a general melee of horse. I watched as Mack and his rider upended all completion, then I headed off to tend to some other matter. Later I found him back at his trailer, relaxing under his awning, the girls off somewhere in the camp.
"Buy you a beer?" he asked reaching into his ice chest and holding out a cold one to me. I accepted his offer and sat for spell.
"Do you fuck them?" I asked in a low voice so as not to be over heard.
"No. Their mother checks their pussies when I return them to her, to see if their cunt lips are unduly swollen. But she knows that sooner or later that I will fuck them, and probably sooner rather than later."
"So they're virgins?"
"Heavens no!" he laughed. "Every boy's dick in camp has been in them at one time or the other. But they just fuck boys, and not any men that I know of. If I recall correctly, they were six when they came home from the woods complaining that their pussies were sore.
"They're probably off in the woods getting fucked right now. I just hope that they don't lie down in any poison ivy. That'd spoil their week for sure!" he chuckled.
"They're here for the week?" I asked.
"Yeah, I get them for two weeks during the summer. I'll keep them for a week now, and a week later in the summer."
"So you don't pass them around like some of the other dads do with their girls?"
"Hell, no! They're private stock and you had better remember that."
"Hey, I was just asking."
"Yeah, right. You just keep your pants zipped around them."
"I ain't got no pants!" I quipped.
"No, I don't suppose you do," he chuckled. "Still, if you want to keep your balls..."
"I hear you! I hear you!"
Despite his warning, later that week I was invited into his trailer, where I was treated to a blow job from one of the girls. Next day, the other one sucked me off while her daddy watched. And let me tell you, those girls knew how to suck cock! That's as far as it went that summer. But the following summer, Daddy was into watching his girls getting fucked, and not just by me.
Speaking of the following summer, I was manning the office late in the afternoon when a lady and her son checked into camp. They were members of another club, and we were expecting them. She was a school teacher, divorced, and was traveling around the country that summer with her 10 year old son, visiting nudist camps and resorts around the country. She was a pretty lady and her boy was prime meat. It just so happened that the trailer site next to mine was available, so I assigned her to it. Gloria showed up and I left to help the teacher-lady get her trailer set up and hooked up to the utilities. The two of them looked even better nude than they did dressed when checking in.
Getting them situated, I left to get things going for the evening dance, recruiting several teens eager to play DJ. Then I left to grab a bite to eat back at my trailer. It was nearly dark by then and the lights were on inside the school teacher's trailer, whereas my trailer was dark.
As I came under my awning, I glanced over at the school teacher's trailer. The large windows over the dinette were uncovered and I could see everything inside. This did not strike me as unusual as nudists are by nature, exhibitionists. But what did strike me was that the lady was blowing her kid. Over the past two years I had seen any number of women blowing men next door or watching some other man fucking their wife, but I'd never seen anyone so openly having sex with a minor before. I knew that sort of thing was rather common, but never so publicly. So I stood there and watched her giving head to her son.
The boy looked my way and I suppose he saw me watching them, for he said something to her and she jumped up from her knees and made like she was up to something else. Of course this was a huge no-no, not that I would ever bust her for it. Still, she knew damned good and well who was next door and who was watching.
Show over, I went inside and began reheating some leftovers that Gloria had dropped off earlier. There was a knock at the door.
"Hi! Came we come in?" the school teacher asked. Naturally I invited them inside.
She got right to the point. "I know how it must have looked," she began, "but it wasn't what it looked like."
"And what was that?" I asked observing her discomfort.
"You know what it looked like," she replied blushing red.
"I admit it was a bit of a surprise, but I'm not really surprised at anything." I had just managed to say that when I was surprised by her boy quickly going down on me.
"You're not going to say anything, are you?" she said as her boy went to town on my dick.
"No, why should I?" I replied to the pleasurable sensations of a wet warm mouth caressing my cock.
"Some people get very uptight about certain things," she answered with a playful look.
"I don't get uptight about much of anything, but there are those that do," I said as my hands settled on the kid's ears to guide his efforts.
"Do you like girls as well as boys?" she asked reaching out and lightly stroking her finger across my nipple.
"As a matter of fact, I do," I barely managed.
With that she pushed her boy away from my cock and pushed me to sit on my sofa, where she mounted me and sank her puss down on my steely cock. Surprise fucks are always a lot of fun, and this woman and her boy were a lot fun. As she rode my cock, she fed me her tit and her boy buried his face in her butt where he licked both her anus and my dick as she fucked me. It was a very unusual threesome!
Next day I ran into Lenny. Lenny was a legacy member and a director of Green Oaks. Lenny's wife and kids stayed out at Green Oaks for the season, but he only came out on the weekends, as he worked for a bank in town. Chad and Lenny's kids, a boy and a girl, were the same age, hung out together and had sex together. Chad also had sex with Lenny and his wife, and I'd had sex with all of them. By that point there were no secrets between Lenny, his family and me.
"Who was that cutie who checked in late yesterday?" Lenny asked referring to the school teacher and her son. So I told him everything I knew.
Later that day I saw Lenny talking to the school teacher under the awning of his trailer. I joined them for a beer. Lenny surprised me by asking her, "Do you enjoy double penetrations?"
She blushed, but nodded yes.
"Slit roasted or two between the legs?" Lenny was getting right to the point.
"Both," she said in a near whisper.
"Well, then perhaps Jack and I can accommodate you.
"Are you busy right now, Jack?" he asked me.
"I've got a few minutes," I replied.
With a jerk of his head, Lenny indicated the trailer to her. She rose and we followed.
Well, Herman got on my ass that day because I was longer than "a few minutes," but Lenny smoothed over things for me with him, by inviting Herman to join us and do a triple penetration with the school teacher. We didn't do that right away, but we did her before she packed up and moved on.
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(bi, MMF, Mg, MFg, exhib, oral, mast, fist)
When school resumed in the fall, Jack buys a house and meets the neighbors, a family of sex addicts...
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This didn't happen at camp, but after my first season with the Green Oaks Social Club. With summer over, I had to be teaching once again right after Labor Day. So I hauled my Airstream back to an RV park that was within the service area of Chad's high school, where he could catch the bus every day.
Whereas the Airstream was fine for me living alone, or as camper at Green Oaks, it was totally inadequate for me and Chad to live in together during the school year. I began looking in earnest for a small house to buy. I found one, a fixer-upper that was cheap and in need of some TLC, perfect for a handyman like myself.
So, after school and on weekends, I set about to make the place livable. Structurally it was sound and the repairs mainly cosmetic, so in a short while I had the place painted, installed new flooring and new functioning appliances. With the inside finished we moved in, which required me buying all new furniture, not that any of it was actually new.
Semi-settled in, I was tackling the outside, trimming down the overgrown hedges, when a neighbor approached.
"I've seen you working over here for the past few weeks," he said, "and I said to myself, I've seen that guy. But from where I didn't know. Then it came to me... Green Oaks... I've seen you at Green Oaks!"
"Uh, yes," I replied to this startling introduction, "I was the assistant manager this past summer. And you are?"
"George, George Wilson. You know, like in the funny pages. Dennis the Menace."
"Uh, nice to meet you, George. I'm Jack."
"Yes! Jack the Manager! I knew I knew you!"
"I'm afraid I don't recall..."
"We came for the Labor Day weekend," George said. That explained a lot, as it was very crowded that weekend and Herman and Gloria checked in most of the guests that weekend while I helped with the hookups. "We're members of another club," he went on to say. "We moved here at the end of the school year and spent most weekends when we could get away at our old club, but we decided that since Green Oaks was so close, we decided to give it a try.
"It's a great place! We had a wonderful time, and it's so convenient! We've decided to transfer our membership to Green Oaks."
"Oh, that's great," I replied. "Just give Herman a call and I'm sure he can handle it for you."
"Oh, we did. We've gone the past three weekends in a row. But we didn't see you."
"I've been busy," I said with a wave of my hand, "getting this place fixed up for me and my boy."
At the mention that I had a boy his eyes lit up. "How old is he?" he asked.
"He'll be sixteen in a month or so," I replied. His shoulders slumped a bit. Apparently sixteen wasn't the answer he was looking for.
The look of disappointment faded as he said, "Wait until I tell my wife that we have a fellow nudist living close by! She'll want to meet you."
"Oh, okay, sure."
"You married?"
"No, divorced," I answered. Again that was apparently not the answer he was looking for.
"Uh, look, I need to finish up here before it gets dark," I said attempting to end the conversation so I could finish up while I could still see what I was doing.
"Of course!" he exclaimed. "Sorry to have kept you, but it's been great meeting you!"
"Great to meet you too, George," I said trying not to give the impression that I was brushing him off.
With that he headed back across the street and down a few houses to where he turned in and went inside. Over the past few weeks I'd seen two kids playing out in front of that house. A young girl and a younger boy; brother and sister? I tried to remember if I'd seen a woman there, but drew a blank.
Right about then Pete dropped Chad off from wrestling practice. I didn't even have to ask, the two boys just pitched in and helped me finish.
Later that evening, George dropped by. I invited him in and offered him a beer. Chad and his blow buddy, Pete, were in the back breaking in Chad's new bed.
"Jenny, my wife," George began, "wants to invite you and your boy over for supper one night this week."
"That's awfully kind of your wife, George. I don't know if Chad will be available, you know how teenagers are, but I'd love a meal cooked by someone other than myself."
We agreed upon a date and time and George left. A moment later, Chad and Pete come out from the back stark naked. I was so used to nude folks by then that it didn't seem at all unusual to see Pete in all his glory, and let me tell you, that kid was well built, well-hung, and a good looking hunk of man-boy meat!
I fed them both. It's amazing how much food boys that age can pack away in one sitting. Then Pete hung around for a few hours, as his mom was still at work, which worked out just fine for me and my dick.
So, two days later, I went down and across the street for my dinner invite. I knocked on the door. George answered and let me in. I don't know why it surprised me, but he was naked. The two kids running about inside rough-house playing were naked too. At Green Oaks, such a display of flesh would be hardly noticed, but this wasn't Green Oaks; this was just down the street from where I lived.
After yelling at the kids to knock it off, George ushered me into the kitchen to meet, Jenny, his wife. She at least had an apron on, but that was it. She was a nice looking voluptuous lady, her large breasts tantalizingly swelling from the sides of her apron.
"Beer or whiskey?" George asked.
"What kind of whiskey?"
"Jack Daniels?"
"Sure, on the rocks with a little water."
"You've got it, Jack. So why don't you take your clothes off and get comfortable while I fix us a drink?"
For some reason it felt weird stripping off, sort of like that first time I got naked with Herman and Gloria last spring. Having left my shoes at the door, I only had to pull off my t-shirt and shorts. George took my clothes from me and handing them to his little girl, told her to put them in the guest room.
George and I retired to the living room while Jenny put the finishing touches on dinner. George introduced his two kids, Brittany, who was nine and her brother, Zach, who was seven.
Brittany was cute, with full lips, curly strawberry blonde hair, green eyes, rather large pink nipples, but my eyes were drawn to her very pronounced cleft. I'd seen the cunt clefts of lots of little girls at Green Oaks, but hers was very pronounced with bulging vulva. It was hard not to stare at her big pussy.
Zach, on the other hand, was kind of goofy looking and skinny as a rail. I like my boys to have a nice ass, but his buttocks had little meat to them.
George was called to the kitchen to assist Jenny with something. Having been introduced, I was no longer a stranger and both kids felt free to crawl up and onto me. It was obvious that they were happy kids and very outgoing. Brittany in particular was aggressive, and dislodging her brother from my lap, knelt on my thighs. From this position she was looking down into my face, my face was looking right at her nipples. The entire nipple region was puffy, but her nipples in particular appeared to be swollen, even elongated. Good sucking nipples for a nine year old.
Then she took to standing on my thighs, pressing my face into her hairless crotch. Teetering, I did what I could to keep her from falling and grabbed her by the butt. Unlike her little brother, she had a full fleshy butt. She just laughed and giggled and squirmed around and managed to step on my dick, nearly crushing my balls.
"Get off of him!" her father ordered upon returning to the living room. She was slow to respond, even though I removed my hand from her bare buttocks.
"I said, get off, Brittany!" he repeated. Brittany hopped off laughing and managed to escape a slap to her butt from her father.
"Sorry about that," George apologized as he took his seat next to me. "She gets a little carried away sometimes."
"No problem," I replied.
Jenny came out minus the apron, but with a glass of wine and sat on the other side of me. I'd been in that position any number of times at Green Oaks and halfway expected one of them to grab my pecker. Of course the kids were there, so that was unlikely.
"Dinner will be ready in ten minutes," she announced.
"George here was just feeling up Brittany," George said. I nearly croaked, choking on my drink. "He had her by the ass," he went on with a laugh.
"George! He's our guest and you're embarrassing him," Jenny castigated.
"It wasn't his fault," George went on. "She was climbing all over him and he was, shall we say, steadying her."
"Now that's enough, George," Jenny said.
Turning to me she said, "Brittany gets a little over excited at times. Hope she didn't hurt you."
"Uh, no," I replied even though she had stepped on my dick at one point, coming near to rupturing my balls.
"So, I understand that you were a manager at Green Oaks?" she asked.
"Yes, just for the summer season," I replied.
"Oh, and what do you do off season?" she asked. So I told her; shop teacher, blah, blah, blah...
"Once George knew who you were, we made a few calls," she continued. "I hope you don't mind us checking up on you. But we learned a few things."
"Oh? Like what?"
"That you're a naughty boy," she laughed. "That no one is safe around you."
"That's an exaggeration. I don't push myself on anyone."
"Maybe not, but from what we hear, you never say no."
"What else have you heard?"
"That you like both girls and boys... of all ages."
"I, um..."
"Don't worry, Jack," she purred as she placed her hand high on my thigh, "you're amongst likeminded friends.
"You don't mind me touching you like this, do you?" she added sliding her hand way up my thigh.
"No."
"See, I was right, you never say no, do you?"
"No," I replied and she burst out in giggles and moved her hand higher precariously close to my cock and balls. She began curling her fingers into my thigh ever so slightly, a motion that I felt in my privates. It was just enough stimulation to cause my cock to begin rising.
"I'm not bothering you, am I?" she asked as my cock rolled as it began to stand up.
"No."
Having gotten the beginnings of a rise out of me, she removed her hand. "I hope after we eat that you can stay awhile," she said with a smile. The invite to fuck was heard loud and clear, my only question was whether we'd be having sex in front of the kids or in private.
She rose and headed back to the kitchen.
"After ten years of marriage, that woman still gives me a hard-on," George commented before draining the remains of his drink. Sure enough, he was hard.
"Tell me, Jack, are you a lifelong nudist?"
"Uh, no. I didn't get into it until I took the manager job this past summer."
"Really? You're a newbie? They hired you on as a manager, even though you weren't a nudist?'
"Well, they needed someone who could fix things too."
"So how did you get the job?"
"Saw an ad in the newspaper," I answered.
"An ad? What did it say? Help wanted... nude handyman... big cock a plus?" he joked.
"No, they just said they needed an assistant campground manager for the summer. I needed a summer job, and well... I didn't find out until the interview that it was a nudist camp."
"Cool!" he chuckled.
"How about you and your wife?" I in turn asked.
"I've been into it ever since I met Jenny. I was in college and on a lark, joined the campus nudist club. That's where I met Jenny. I liked her the moment I set eyes on her and was determined to get into her panties.
"Turns out, she never wore panties," he chuckled.
"Anyway, Jenny practically grew up in a nudist resort. Sort of the way we're raising our kids, except her folks spent a lot more time there than we can now."
Jenny came out and called everyone to the table. They didn't have a formal dining room, so we ate at the kitchen table. If I recall, she fixed a pork roast that night. After supper, it was bath time for the kids. They were old enough to bathe themselves, but George insisted that he and I supervise their baths, which they took together.
Squeaky clean, it was still an hour before their bed time. Jenny asked if I wanted to see Brittany dance. Being the agreeable sort, I replied, "Yes."
We took our seats on the sofa with me in the middle again. I was expecting a kid-type dance, where they basically jump around and act silly, but that's not what I got. Brittany selected a cassette and put it the player. Then she jumped up onto the coffee table in front of the sofa.
The music came on, the Rolling Stones' "Gimme Shelter". The wooing intro began and with her hands in the air, Brittany began to gyrate her hips, slowly turning this way and that to show off her nude body. Near the end of the intro, she was facing us in a wide stance squat, leaning back on her arms. When the drums beat in, she punched her hips forward, pushing her open pussy towards us to the beat. Holy smokes! This was no kiddie dance, but more like a dance you might see in a strip club, except she had nothing to strip off, just lewdly suggestive moves. With the agility of a cat, she was up on her feet, simulating fucking an invisible lover. I swear, if she had a dildo available, she would have fucked herself with it.
Towards the middle of the song with the guitar solo, she had her back to us, wagging her ass at us. As the female vocals came on, she pulled her buttocks apart. I'd seen enough sodomized kiddie assholes to know one when I see it and it was obvious that this girl had been sodomized quite frequently over a long period of time. That's when I felt a hand on my hard dick. Tearing my eyes away from the salacious kiddie show before me, I glanced down and confirmed that it was George's hand stroking me. I lasted maybe a minute. From there, the wife took over going down on my spermy dick while her young daughter continued to lewdly dance. Fuck me! What an dissolute evening!
After the blowjob, I was invited to their bedroom. Brittany and her little brother were left to their own devices while I was treated to a three-way with George and Jenny. Obviously the parents didn't care a wit what the kids saw, for they left the door wide open.
As far as MMF three-ways went, this was pretty mild, as the primary action was split-roasting Jenny. Oh, George wasn't shy about handling my dick, but that was mostly to guide my prick into the juicy confines of his wife's pussy. As for any advanced MM action, there wasn't any, as our principal role was to provide two dicks for his insatiable wife.
I got home a lot later that night than I had wanted, as I had classes the next morning. But upon leaving I couldn't help but look into the kids' bedroom where Brittany and her brother were sleeping together. They weren't doing anything at that time, just snoozing snuggled up to each other. Still... it was apparent that hanky-panky was permissible between the two of them.
I saw them a few days later that weekend at Green Oaks. On Friday, I moved my Airstream back to Green Oaks. Hooked up, Herman put me to work right away and I was checking folks in when George and Jenny, with their kids, showed up towing a pop up camper. That was about the last comfortably warm weekend that year and the nudists were thick as flees on a stray dog's back. I was too busy taking care of things to do much socializing, but I did handle the dance that Saturday night. I danced with Jenny and she tried to get me to come visit them that night after the dance, but I already had plans for the late evening. No matter, she had no problem hooking up with another couple, while George had his own plans. The kids... I guess they went back to the popup, either that or they hooked up with some other feral kids for the night.
The following week, I was working on a project indoors installing a new bathroom sink and cabinet when George shows up with Brittany in tow. I let them in and offered George a beer, which he accepted. Chad had gone to a friend's to study for an exam.
So we're sitting on the sofa, drinking our beer with Brittany perched on my lap. George says, "Brit, why don't you show Jack some skin, baby?" She hopped up and pulled her sundress over her head. Not surprisingly, she was sans panties or any other undergarments.
Standing before me nude with a pouting face she says, "It's not fair. I'm naked and he's not."
George looked over at me and said, "If you want to have some fun with her, you need to be properly undressed."
I must admit, ever since the lewd dance on the coffee table the week before, I'd often thought of having some fun with her. Working in the house, I had very little on to begin with, but down and off went my gym shorts. And like her, I wasn't wearing anything underneath either.
Much like she'd done the week before, she stood in my lap and pushed crotch into my face. I licked and she giggled. I licked again and she tore away. But she didn't get off of me, instead she lay down on her back on my thighs with her head at my knees. This put us more or less, crotch to crotch. She lifted her feet and rubbed my nipples before putting them in my face. Her feet weren't dirty, so I took a big toe between my lips. She seemed to enjoy the toe sucking, but after a minute, she pulled her foot away from me and placed her ankles over my shoulders. This of course provided room for my stiff prick to come up between her legs, but the angle was all wrong for penetration, not that I was going to try to screw her with her dad sitting next to me watching. Besides, I had a better idea.
I lifted her butt and drew her puffy pussy to my lips. There were no objections to this from either her or her dad, so I proceeded to eat her out. She squealed in delight as I began my tongue dance in her cuntal canyon, but soon she was silent as she became lost in the sensations. She began squirming and making little chirping sounds. Suddenly she bodily stiffened and let out a cry before falling silent, her young naked body trembling as I held her to my mouth nearly upside down.
She went limp and I let her down into my lap gently. Taking her legs, I pushed them to my sides, opening her up to me. I looked over at her dad, who was furiously whacking his member, then back down at the prize delivered to me.
Her slightly open vulva were deep pink and glistening with my saliva and her nectar. The pink inside of her sex was just barely visible. My index finger, having a mind of its own was suddenly tracing her nether lips, then finding her hole, sank into her. No hymen.
Looking over at her father, who now had a handful of goo, I asked, "Do you fuck her?"
"Yes," he replied in a low whisper barely audible.
"You fuck her in the ass too, don't you?"
"Yes."
"Are you the only one who fucks her?"
"No. There have been others," he admitted.
"Did you bring her here for me to fuck?"
"No. She wanted to see you, so I brought her over."
"She wanted me to fuck her?"
"I'm not sure. Probably. Look, maybe we ought to get going."
"Not so fast, George. I need to get my rocks off too. The least you could do would be to have her give me a blowjob."
"Blowjob? Yeah, sure, Jack.
"Honey, open your eyes." She looked up and over at him. "Mr. Jack wants you to suck him. Do you want to do that?" A big smile spread across her pretty face. She sat up and then maneuvered to take my cock between her full lips."
"Mmmmm," I moaned as the girl's lips slid over the head and then the shaft of my dick. She took about half the length then reversed out.
With her mouth free, she looked up, smiled and said, "You have a nice dick, Mr. Jack."
"And you have a nice mouth," I replied. "I think they were made for each other. Don't you?"
She grinned at me and took me back into her mouth. Up, down, up, down, she bobbed her head and all the while using her tongue on the underside of my stalk. She was no stranger to cock sucking, that's for sure.
"How long has she been sucking dick?" I asked her father.
"Three, maybe four years now. She's pretty good at it, don't you think?"
"Yes, she is good."
And she demonstrated that skill, by taking me to the edge, then pulling off to let my cock cool off, sucking me to the edge, and cooling me off. When I was finally allowed to cum, it was a dozy that sapped every ounce of strength I had. She continued sucking until my limp prick became super sensitive and I pushed her off.
The blowjob completed, her father told her, "Get your ass dressed, girl. Your mother will be home soon." Brittany did just that and pulled the sundress over her head. Collecting their shoes at the door, they were on their way into the fading light.
A few days passed and I got a call from Jenny, Brittany's mother. "Hi, Jack!" she began. "George isn't going to be home tonight and I'm feeling a bit horny. Would you like to come over and comfort a neglected wife?" Having nothing better to do, I took her up on the offer.
I knocked and Jenny answered the door. She wasn't exactly naked, but close to it, as the robe she was wearing was open in the front and hid very little. Even if it had been closed, the black translucent material would have been very revealing.
She directed me to the sofa and excused herself to fix us drinks. Totally naked Brittany came bounding out from the back. Straddling my lap, she put her forehead to my forehead. Naturally my hands were on her delectable ass. She pulled back enough that I could focus and said, "Are you going to have sex with Mommy tonight?"
"Well, I suppose..."
"Will you have sex with me too?" she asked with an innocent look.
"I think that maybe you should get off my lap," I replied.
She ignored that and proceeded to yank my t-shirt over my head while explaining, "You can't do sex stuff with your clothes on."
Jenny came from the kitchen with our drinks. "I see Brittany's taken it upon herself to make sure you're comfortable."
"Yes, she has," I said lifting my butt off the sofa so the girl could strip off my shorts.
With my shorts discarded, Brit turned to her mother, "Can I have him first?"
"That's up to Jack," her mother said handing me my drink.
"I wanna go first!" the aggressive little slut declared. With that she was back straddling my lap, sitting facing me. I had been erect since I first stepped inside and I was still erect with my cock standing proudly. She scooted closer and closer until her bald pussy was pressing against my boner. With a forward thrust of her hips, she began sliding her cunt along my cock shaft. I couldn't believe it, she was masturbating me with her pussy!
I glanced up at her mother who had an amused look about her while she sipped her wine. These folks were something else!
Brittany became ever more animated until she rose up a little too far on my cock. She slammed her pussy down and drove it up her snatch. She stopped impaled on my dick, which was bottomed out on her cervix. After a moment she began grinding her cunt down on my dick, forcing more and more of it up into her. It had to be painful for her, as it was painful to me as she forced her cervix open. Suddenly it gave way and I went all the way up into her. Holy Moses! She stopped and gasping for breath, laid her head on my shoulder.
Certainly her mother had to know what had just happened, but Jenny was seemingly unconcerned. Indeed, she seemed to getting off on it as she was frigging herself while her daughter abused herself on my cock.
Zach made his appearance from the back of the house. Nude, he looked at me genitally joined with his sister with about as much surprise as he'd have if he found me sitting alone on the sofa. "Hi, Mr. Jack," he said with a little wave of the hand. Such a polite boy.
"Zach, baby, come kiss Mommy," Jenny said lewdly spread open.
Silently he went to his mother, knelt between her splayed legs and began kissing juicy cunt. With the exception of Lenny, the camp board director's wife with her son and the visiting school teacher and her boy, I hadn't seen much mother/son sex at Green Oaks.
Resting her hand on top of the boy's head, Jenny looked over at me and smiled. I think she might have been disappointed that my face didn't show more shock at what she was doing, but even though this was an unusual display of incestuous depravity, I was rather jaded by then.
The mother's slut little girl began to move, or at least she tried to move, but my dick was stuck in her cunt. She pulled harder, stretching my cock outside her womb. Then she yanked and it popped free without causing any significant damage to me. Then she jammed herself down on my poor dick and forced it through her cervix once again, where I became stuck once again. She pulled up, stretching my poor pecker again, then yanked it free, only to impale herself on my prong once again. This time when she pulled up, my cock not only stretched, but it began to move until it popped free.
I was about to push her off to end the abuse my poor pecker was being subjected to, but I was distracted when wincing, I saw Zach lift his face from his mother's pussy. His entire face was shiny wet with his mother's pussy liquor. But that didn't distract me enough to prevent his sister's next plunge on my cock. Then he replaced his face with his hand, a hand that completely disappeared past his wrist up his mother's snatch!
"Fuck me, Zach! Fuck Mommy's pussy!" the depraved mother cried out. "Fuck me, you little bastard! Fuck me!"
My prong popped free of Brittany's fuck slot once again, but I hardly noticed as I was absorbed in the vulgar spectacle right next to me, of the young boy fisting his mother's cunt and not all that gently, I might add.
Brittany forced my dick deep into her again. This time it was much easier and realized that she was dilating. This was confirmed when she pulled my cock free without any trouble, either to herself or to me.
My eyes darted up Jenny's belly from her pussy and I could see the moving bump formed by her 7 year old son's fist. Meanwhile Brittany bounced with increasing ease on my now aching member.
Jenny began to howl, then fell silent, her entire body raised off the sofa while she quaked with a powerful orgasm. That's when my own fireworks went off, shooting my spermy semen directly into the young girl's womb. Good god, it hurt so good I almost fainted. Still the little slut bounced on my dick while it softened and shrank until it fell out of her pussy.
After that, I was done for. Jenny offered up her little boy's mouth to suck me clean, an offer I refused as my dick had had enough. Begging off, I cited my need to get a good night's sleep before my classes in the morning. Jenny wasn't happy, but I slipped on my shorts and shoes and staggered from the house barefoot, shoes and shirt abandoned. Luckily I hadn't lost my house key and it was still in the pocket of my shorts when I got home. My poor dick ached, but I couldn't see any visible damage. In the morning I was relieved that it wasn't bruised, black and blue.
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(bi, MMF, Mm, toys, Mb, mast, fond, exhib, oral)
Jack is asked to look after he son of a visiting couple...
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George and Jenny proved to be interesting neighbors, the most sexually libertine people I've ever known and after a few summers working at Green Oaks Nudist Camp, I ran into lots of libertine people. It was fairly common for George or Jenny to telephone and say something like, "Want to come over and fuck?" Who I was to fuck was never specified, but at various times I fucked them both. She fucked both of us that evening and I fucked both of them. The kids weren't there, having been farmed out for the night to who knows who.
Another time I accompanied them to a party where Jenny was fucked by a dog.
On several occasions I was asked if one or both of the kids could spend the night with me, as George had business out of town and Jenny wanted to go with him. Chad, who had seen and done it all, couldn't believe the things that Brittany and/or Zach could get up to.
Even though they lived just a few houses down from me, I didn't actually see them all that often, as they had a very active social life away from home.
One of the more tamer things they got me into was the local Green Oaks Meet and Greets. These were get-togethers of club members and their families who lived in the vicinity and held at the home of a member. Basically these were nude cocktail parties. Sometimes everyone was invited and sometimes just the adults. Knowing who was there, I was surprised to learn that the adult only parties weren't orgies, but much like any other party you might go to except everyone was naked. Club rules applied, no open hanky panky, but couples did hook up with other couples for some after party fun, and often folks went home with someone other than whom they had come with.
There were also age-appropriate nude slumber parties for the kids. I never got involved with one, but I heard stories... Oh, to have been a chaperone for one of those affairs!
As anyone who owns a house knows, there is always something that needs to be cleaned or fixed. And most of my weekends were spent home doing just that. Chad was on the every other weekend schedule of forced visitations with his mother and her husband. Actually he didn't have to hang around his "step-father" too much, as he made sure he was playing golf as much as possible entire time Chad was there.
Then there was Pete, Chad's best friend. Pete spent a lot of time at our house. He was a strapping lad, built more or less like a refrigerator. To look at him you'd never guess that he was a dedicated bottom. The boy loved having a cock up his ass as much as he loved sucking cock. It wasn't unusual for him to spend the night with Chad. And it wasn't unusual for him to show up at the house when Chad was with his mom for a weekend. He was no slouch, always eager to lend a hand, which I greatly appreciated when I had some ball busting work to do outside. And he was always happy to let me bust my balls in him, something I did quite often, with or without Chad being there.
But I didn't spend every weekend at home fixing this or that. I made it a point to head over to the Green Oaks Nudist Camp and visit with Herman and Gloria, or visit with Mack McBride, if he was around. And of course I fixed things while I was there. Chad would usually go with me, if it was my weekend. And Chad lobbied hard for me take Pete along with us, but that just wasn't possible... not until Pete was eighteen.
Eventually Spring came and the snow melted and stayed melted. Chad and I were there for the Spring Break season opener. By then I knew almost everyone by sight and knew who was and wasn't a Player. George and Jenny were there too and by the end of the week Herman had given them a stern warning about flagrant inappropriate behavior and threatened to have them expelled from the club. Herman really didn't have any choice, as there were several complaints about them passing their kids around. They took the hint and moved on. Literally they moved on, to a different town and a to a different nudist club. As no formal charges had been filed with the authorities, when asked, Herman gave the new club they were joining a good recommendation, much like their previous club had given him a good recommendation.
By the time I got home at the end of Spring Break, a For Sale sign was already in their front yard. I dropped by later the next week to wish them well, but they had already cleared out. The rapidity of their departure surprised me. Maybe someone had filed a formal complaint with the police.
That Spring Break had a memorable incident. Chad was back at the office holding down the fort and greeting new arrivals while I was out in my golf cart and little trailer making a trash run to the dumpster. Herman flagged me down. He was showing a visiting couple around and introduced us. The man and the woman had unmistakable Hispanic features, dark eyes, dark nipples, brown skinned all over, dark straight hair, no facial hair to speak of. The man was a bit heavy set and his pretty wife was very shapely. They had a boy with them, eight, maybe nine years old. Like the dad he was uncut and a bit heavy set, with just the right amount of body fat to give him a pleasing shape, especially his ass. For a man like me, the kid had a killer ass, full and meaty. His face was also soft and rounded and his skin was flawless.
"Jack, I'd like to introduce these good folks to Gloria. They're from another club and decided to check us out. Would you be so kind as to look after their son, Pedro, for an hour or so?"
"No problem," I replied. I realized that I'd been staring a little too long at the boy and looking up, his dad eyes met mine. His lips curled into a smile.
"Pedro, you stay with Mr. Jack until we come back and get you," his father said.
The boy nodded looking down at his bare feet. His parents and Herman walked away leaving Pedro in my charge.
"Would you like to take a ride?" I asked Pedro.
"Can I drive?" he asked hopefully.
"Sure!" I replied. Even with the little trailer, the golf cart was a breeze to handle as long as you didn't have to back up. I slid over and Pedro took the driver's seat.
"Just press down on the gas," I said, "but not too fast."
We took off. The look on the kid's face was priceless, he was so excited and concentrating so hard on what he was doing.
"Turn here," I told him and he navigated the corner like a pro. Soon we were stopped at the front gate. I had to get out to enter the gate code, then as the gate slid open I hopped back in.
"We can't go outside the gate," the naked young boy said to me.
"The dumpsters are outside the gate," I told him. "We have to go outside the gate."
"Won't somebody see us?"
"Probably not."
"What about them?" he said pointing to an approaching Power Wagon towing a camper.
"They're coming to camp, so they won't care," I replied.
"Now give it the gas."
Pedro mashed the pedal and we lurched forward. Soon we were at the dumpsters. I hopped out to unload and Pedro got off to help me. That's when the truck and camper pulled up and came to an abrupt stop. A young girl looking out the open back window shouted, "They're naked! Mommy! They're naked!"
I looked up and saw a woman in the front passenger seat with her mouth hanging open. Ooops! They weren't coming to Green Acres. Why they were so far off the beaten path was a mystery.
"Oh, my God, Harold! This is a nudist camp!" I heard the woman say to the driver.
The man got out and approached me and Pedro, clearly flummoxed.
"Excuse me, uh..."
"Lost?" I asked.
"I don't think so," he replied. "I was told that this was a great place to camp."
"Yes, it is," I replied with a straight face.
"Uh, we've been driving since three AM to get here," he said. "Is there another campground nearby?"
"Not that I know of," I replied. "Maybe you were thinking of a state park," I added unhelpfully.
"Is there any place I can turn this rig around?" he asked.
I looked at the long trailer and shook my head. No way could he turn that thing around out here, he was going to have to back up a mile or more to get to where he might have enough room to maneuver.
"I think you're going to have to go inside and take one of the loops to get turned around," I told him.
"Of course if you're a member of another club, we've had a few cancelations, so I know we have some spaces available."
"What kind of clubs?"
"Nudist clubs."
"Oh, no, we're not members."
"Well, you could become members and then stay here."
"I don't know. My wife..."
"Hey, within thirty minutes, you won't even notice that no one's wearing any clothes."
"I don't know... My wife..."
"This isn't a sex camp and she doesn't have to get naked," I told him. "It's just normal folks who like to go about nude and it's clothing optional everywhere but in and around the pool."
"Okay, just a minute."
He turned and went back to the truck and talked with his wife. They talked and argued for a good ten, fifteen minutes, meanwhile Pedro and I were being checked out by the kids in the back of the truck. Suddenly the back door flew open; two young girls bailed out and came running up to us.
They began peppering Pedro with questions. Was it fun to go naked? Did the mosquitoes bite? Are there any snakes around here? Don't you get cold? What's that funny thing between your legs? All the while they were checking out our dicks and balls, their mother was having a fit to get them back into the truck. Their dad, however, found it amusing.
"Girls, get back in the truck," the man finally told them. Reluctantly they listened.
The man and wife argued for another minute until I heard him say, "You'll do as you're told!" Then he walked back to Pedro and me.
"So you say you have campsites available?"
"But you have to be members."
"Okay, how do we become members?"
I had him. The first family I'd ever recruited to nudism.
"Well, normally we check to make sure you don't have a criminal record, especially of the sexual type. But we can wave that for today and get you signed up for a provisional membership. Then if you like the lifestyle, we can go to a regular membership."
"How much?"
"Well, I'd have to check with my boss, but it shouldn't be too much. How long to do you folks plan on staying?"
"A day or two, but if we like it, we'll stay the week."
"Okay, just follow me to the office."
Pedro and I mounted our golf cart and as we got turned around, we passed by the passenger side and I saw the woman with her hand over her eyes.
I was glad to see Herman back at the office, as he had final say whether to let them in or not. Pedro's parents were now off with Gloria. I explained the situation to Herman.
"Shouldn't be a problem," he said then walked out to meet the family.
The woman steadfastly refused to get out of the car. The kids, tired of being cooped up, bailed out again where they immediately joined up with Pedro. Kids, being kids, hit it off right away, with a impromptu game of tag.
So we're in the office and Herman is putting on the charm and the guy, Gordon, is signing releases and whatnots when the two girls along with Pedro came thundering in.
"Where are your clothes?" the father asked to two new nudies.
"Pedro says we're not supposed to wear clothes in camp," the oldest explained.
"Okay, but where are your clothes?"
"I dunno."
"Go find them."
"Do we have to put them back on? It's much funner going without."
"No, you don't have to put your clothes back on, but your mom is going to have a fit if you lose them."
"She's having a fit already," giggled the younger of the two.
Herman suggested a campsite that was close to the pool area and which would be easy to get their camper in.
Pedro and I led them to their campsite.
I could hear the mother fussing when then car door opened. The naked little girls bailed out and began playing with Pedro again. I helped our newest guest level up his camper and hook it up to power, water and sewerage.
"Could we go somewhere private?" Gordon asked.
"Sure, my camper is right over there," I said pointing in the general direction.
I told Pedro to stay with the two girls and not go off by himself, then walked with Gordon the short distance to my camper. Along the way, we got a few looks from some of the other guests.
"You're standing out like some sort of freak," I told him with a chuckle.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Your clothes. If you were nude, no one would notice, but seeing that you're not..."
"Oh! I get it!" He stopped in the middle of the road and stripped. That attracted even more attention.
"Is it okay if I keep my shoes on?"
"Sure," I laughed. "Shoes and hats are perfectly acceptable."
He slipped his sneakers back on, gathered up his clothes and we were on our way. "I feel so exposed," he commented as we walked the fifty feet or so to my Airstream.
"You'll get used to it. And pretty quickly, I might add. Get out among the other guests and in thirty minutes you will feel perfectly normal."
I indicated where he should stash his clothes and offered him a seat under my awning. "This really is your first time at a nudist camp?" I began.
"Yes, and uh..."
"You want to know about the sex."
"Yeah. I mean with everyone naked and all."
"Like Herman said, this isn't a sex camp, it's a nudist camp. That said, there's plenty of sex going on behind closed doors, just as there are everywhere else. But there's no public sex, if that's what you're worried about. Absolutely no touching in public. You can look, but don't stare. Be polite and don't be afraid to strike up a conversation with someone. We're all very friendly here."
"What about, you know..." he said gesturing towards his semi-erect organ.
"Hard-ons? Don't flaunt it, just cover it up. We all get them now and then, or at least the men and boys do.
"I take it your wife is uncomfortable being here."
"That's an understatement!" he laughed. "She'll probably divorce me when we get home."
"Give her some time. Your girls seemed to have taken to it immediately."
"Yes, they did," he laughed.
We chatted for a few minutes with me putting Gordon at ease. I offered him a beer, which he readily accepted. I got up and went inside. He followed me in. I pulled out two brews from the fridge and handed him one.
"One thing you need to be aware of," I told him. "It's not written anywhere, but purely social visits are conducted outside. If you are invited into someone's trailer, that's as good as an invitation for sex." I took a swig holding his stare.
"Did I just do something wrong?"
"Not if your here for a blowjob."
"I, uh... Oh, shit!" I thought he'd bolt for the door, but he didn't, he just stood there looking at my dick.
"It's okay if you do," I added. "Folks around here have a very liberal attitude about those things. If you and your wife are into swinging, I could make some introductions for you, or if you want something else... just ask me."
He turned and left my trailer. I followed him out.
"My wife and I aren't into that sort of thing," he said defensively.
"That's fine," I said. "Most folks here aren't," I tossed out "Most folks are just ordinary folks like yourself.
"I hope I didn't offend you," I went on. "One of my primary jobs here is to be a good host and help make your stay here enjoyable. If you want something, I can help make it happen. Whatever you tell me will go no farther than me."
He thought for a moment, then surprised me by asking to go back inside. I opened the door and he went inside.
"I, uh, no, forget it!"
"No, just tell me what's on your mind," only I didn't need him to tell me, standing straight up, his cock was telling me.
"You want some sex on the side?"
He nodded.
"Male or female?" Poor guy, he looked like he was going to cry.
"Relax, Gordon. There's just you and me in here. We're already undressed and the bed's right there."
"I'm not a homo!" he blurted.
"I didn't say you were. You just want to try something different... safely." He nodded.
"Then come on," I said sitting on my unmade bed. "I'll do you and you do me. I promise you won't start talking with a lisp afterward."
He sat. I took his hand and put it on my dick. That's all the encouragement he needed. Soon we were in a 69. He shot off almost immediately. I took a while longer, not that he minded. When I came in his mouth, he pulled off while I finished ejaculating on my already soiled sheets. He looked alarmed.
"Just swallow it," I told him. "Swallow and all the evidence is gone." He grimaced as he swallowed.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" He shook his head in silence.
"It was fun, wasn't it?" He smiled and nodded. A moment later he was gone.
I was buttonholed by an older guest as I was walking back to retrieve my golf cart. Seems they were having some issues with their RV and could I come and take a look. "Give me ten minutes," I told them, then continued on to retrieve my golf cart and check up on Pedro. Pedro was still nearby with the girls and among a gaggle of other kids their age.
I didn't see Gordon, but I heard the raised voices coming from inside their trailer.
I called Pedro over and told him that I needed to go help someone, and that he should stay.
"They're all going home for lunch," Pedro said of his new friends. He followed that with, "I'm hungry too!"
He came with me to see what the problem was. Seems the older lady had stopped up the kitchen sink. Pedro and I drove back to office, where I picked up a tool box and a plumbing snake, then I let Pedro drive us back. In less than five minutes, I had the drain clear.
"Oh, would you boys like something to eat?" the lady offered. I always said yes to a free meal. She served us a cold seafood pasta salad which was very good. Pedro asked for seconds which made the old lady's day.
We went back to the office to drop off the tools. Chad was gone by then and the office was unmanned. As most of the guests had already arrived and set up camp, there really wasn't much for him to do. He left a note saying that he was with Gloria, no doubt doing what Gloria liked to do best, screwing a young buck.
Everything at the camp was on an honor system, so there really wasn't any need for anyone to be in the office all day. If a member came in, they just find a spot, set up and check in later. Need sun block, tanning oil, tampons, toothpaste, KY, or any a number of common sundries, just take what you need and write it down on your check-in card. If you needed a propane bottle filled, you had to find me or Herman, but other than that...
I let Pedro drive us back to my trailer. We passed Gordon along the way and he waved. No issues there with me, which I was happy for. And he had his wife outside, under the awing, but still fully clothed.. At least he'd gotten her out of the trailer.
I was fully prepared to just stay outside under the awing, but Pedro wanted to see my trailer. Checking about to be certain that we were unseen, I let him in. He looked about for a minute or so, then climbed into my bed.
"Ewww!"
I looked over at him. He making a face while holding his hand up. Shit! He'd gotten into my cum on the sheets.
"I know what this is," he declared looking at his hand. "It's from your balls!" he laughed. "Did you beat off?"
"Yes, I beat off," I said reluctant to admit what I had actually been doing.
"Cool!"
Having an opening I asked, "Do you beat off, Pedro?"
He grinned and nodded.
"Do you want to beat off?"
"Mom and Dad say I should only do that when I'm alone or with close friends."
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
"You didn't answer me. Do you want to beat off?"
He answered me by lying back on my bed and began fondling himself. Soon he had it standing up and soon he was flogging it like a champ. It was quite the lurid display. He closed his eyes and began to groan. He was too young to produced sperm, so it was dry cum. The flogging slowed to a stop and he had a dreamy smile on his face. His hand fell away and his immature cock flopped over, ready for a snooze.
His eyes opened and he smiled at me, showing not a trace of embarrassment. I didn't have to ask him if he enjoyed it, as he plainly had. Then he rolled over onto his tummy giving me a view of his well formed butt.
"Mr. Jack, will you scratch my back?" he asked. Would I!
I sat next to him and began rubbing his back. "Is this how you like it?" I asked. Silently he nodded it was.
A minute later I swept my open hand across his ass. "Is it okay if I touch you like this?" Silently he nodded it was. Having been given the green light I felt up his fine smooth butt at will. My own prick was now harder than an iron spike. After about five minutes he rolled over and I took possession of his uncut cocklet without complaint from him. At that point it was obvious that the boy was mine for the taking.
The moment was ruined when my walkie-talkie squawked to life. It was Herman. Pedro's parents were looking for him. Damn!
"Okay, buddy. We have to go," I told him getting up and acknowledging Herman.
From his expression, Pedro was disappointed too. He got up and hugged me, giving me one last opportunity to get my hands on his ass. He pulled away, but then reached out and grasped my cock, down he went and I gasped as the kid sucked the whole salami into his mouth at once to the root. Damn! He'd done this sort of thing before!
"Where are you?" squawked the hand held two-way radio. Fuck!
"Be there in a minute, Herman," I replied hoping my voice didn't give anything away.
"Come on, we have to go, Pedro." I had to push the kid off my cock.
"I like your dick, Mr. Jack," he declared with a big smile.
"My dick likes you too, Pedro. But we have to go. Your parents are looking for you."
I wiped my wet cock with a hand towel and we left. I let Pedro drive. He really liked driving the golf cart. A minute later we were back at the office.
"You didn't give Mr. Jack any trouble, did you?" his father asked with a stern look.
"No, Poppa. He let me drive the golf cart!"
"So I see," his dad laughed.
I was thanked for watching after Pedro and that was that until later that afternoon.
Heading over to the pool pump house to check up on the pool heater, I ran across a group of ladies that I knew. I stopped and we chatted. They jokingly said that they "weren't looking at the moment, but if I insisted..." It was temping, but I really didn't have the time at the moment to "entertain" them, but I did ask them for a favor. I told them about Gordon and his family stumbling in earlier that morning and that his wife was having issues going nude. I asked if they'd drop by and make Gordon's wife's acquaintance. They thought that it might make great fun getting a newbie to bare it all, and agreed to drop in for a visit.
An hour or so later and I passed by Gordon's trailer. My lady friends were there, as was Gordon's wife . They were yukking it up and having a grand time. Best of all, Gordon's wife was as naked as the other three ladies. I was seen coming by and was flagged down. There was a near empty bottle of rum on the table along with a pitcher of orange juice. I was introduced to Gordon's wife, Beth, who turned a bright shade of red at my presence. I knew I was making her uncomfortable, so I didn't stay long.
Next time I saw her, she was with Gordon at the pool watching her two girls having a grand time with a gaggle of other kids in the cool water. She now seemed completely relaxed and had made friends with another mother who was watching her kids in the water.
I made it back to the office to see if anything needed to be filed away when Pedro shows up.
"Mr. Jack..." He paused, looked around and slipped his hand on my cock. "Poppa sent me," he said as my cock began to harden.
"He did?"
"Yes. He needs some KY."
"KY? Why does he need KY?"
"You know," he grinned, "for a butt hole."
"Whose butt hole?"
"I'm not supposed to say."
"Yours?" He glanced a way. Bingo!
"Turn around," I told him even though that meant him letting loose of my dick, which he needed to do anyway , as anyone could walk in at any moment.
"Bend over.
"Spread them open." He did and I saw what I was looking for. His anus was puffy and raised. Just as I'd hoped, he was an experienced butt boy.
"Okay, stand up." He stood and I went to the open shelf and picked up a tube of KY Jelly.
"Thanks, Mr. Jack." And a very polite butt boy at that.
I would have questioned him further, but someone came in looking for Tampons.
*****
(Mb, oral, bgg, anal)
Pedro's dad is rushed to hospital and Pedro is left in Jack's care for a day or two...
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That evening we had our usual evening dance. Chad took charge of being the DJ, so that freed me up to dance with the three ladies I'd asked to help Gordon's wife. They were all at the same table, with their husbands, and Gordon and Beth had been invited to join them. I asked Beth to dance. She was reluctant at first, but Gordon encouraged her to have some fun. Beth wasn't a great beauty, but that didn't matter in a place like Green Oaks. I held her ballroom style, and rubbed against her bare tits and rubbed my cock into her belly.
"Aren't you a little too close?" she asked, but not in an accusatory manner.
"No, this is legal," I joked.
"Are you enjoying your stay?" I asked directing the subject away from the skin on skin contact.
"Yes. In fact, I am. Thank you for sending your friends over to talk with me."
"That's what a good host does; take care of his guest's needs," I replied.
"I still can't believe I'm running around naked with a bunch of naked strangers, or letting my girls run about nude in public."
"This isn't public, it's a private club. And you're not running around naked with naked strangers," I told her, "you're dancing naked with a naked stranger." She laughed and snuggled in tighter.
I was going to dance with her again, but one of the group's husbands cut in to dance with her. All three of the husbands danced with her while Gordon danced with the all three ladies. Last I saw of them they were dancing together, and not exactly in an approved manner with him cupping her butt and grinding into her. Any minute I thought they might fuck right on the dance floor. Thankfully they didn't, as I would have hated to ruin their evening of liberation by ejecting them from the camp.
I lost track of what Gordon and Beth were up to when a commotion erupted on the other side of the room. Someone was on the floor doubled over and in quite a bit of pain. It was Pedro's dad, and instead of light brown, he was ashen white and crying out in pain.
I rushed over to see what was what. His wife looked at me in a near panic. "He's having another attack!" she said.
"Attack? What kind of attack?"
"Kidney stones. He's been having a lot of trouble them recently. Where's the nearest hospital? I've got to get him there." She followed with, "Call an ambulance."
"It'd take them over an hour to get here," I explained, "provided they don't get lost. Best you take him."
Seeing that I had my golf cart and little trailer handy, I got a couple of men to help me put him in the trailer, then I drove him to his camper. Then we had to get some clothes on him and into the car.
"Where's Pedro? Where's Pedro?" she asked ready to leave. "Has anyone seen Pedro?"
Yes, where was Pedro? I'd seen him earlier at the dance, but not lately and not during or after the hullabaloo.
"He likes you," she hurriedly told me. "Watch out for him for me."
"Don't worry. Just drive safe and take care of your husband." With that she was gone.
An hour or so later Pedro showed up. It was almost quitting time for the dance.
"Where have you been?" I asked him.
"Playing capture the flag." That was a hugely popular evening game for the kiddos.
"Oh, yeah. Well, your mom had to take your dad to the hospital."
"Kidney stones again?"
"Yes. I guess you're staying with me tonight." The huge smile indicated that he wasn't all that worried about his dad. "And I have plenty of KY," I added. He smiled, showing that he wasn't in the least concerned about my indelicate statement.
Now that I had Pedro located, I was anxious to get my cock up the boy's ass and the sooner the better. But, the dance was still on. A much smaller crowd now that it was getting late, but I still had to close up, and that meant hanging around.
Chad and a small entourage of nubile babes were spinning the tunes with the lights dim and mirror ball casting moving dots over all it touched. It was now mostly bubble gum music and The BeeGees. Maybe he'd close up for me? No such luck, he was ready to bug out with the chicks and meet up somewhere in the woods with other older teenagers for an all night "in-and-out-pass-your-partner" kind of an evening.
"Yeah, beat it," I told him.
"I won't have to, Dad," he quipped putting his arms around two young large breasted beauties.
"No, I don't suppose you will," I replied resisting the urge to reach out to honk a hooter.
He leaned in, "I see you have a date for tonight too. And he's just your type."
"Get out of here!" I told him.
Closing up was a snap. Chad had already put away most of the music and just had a few LP's out that he'd been playing. I flipped a switch and the room brightened. Flipped another switch and the mirror ball stopped.
"NoTel Motel time," I called out as I shut down the sound system. I was still a little early, ten minutes or so, but no one complained, they just disappeared into the night. Flip another switch and the overhead doors began to rumble and close. The place still needed to be swept up, but I'd do that first thing in the morning before cleaning the restrooms and showers.
"Can I drive?" Pedro asked hopefully as we approached the golf cart.
"No, it's too dark. Maybe tomorrow you can drive me around on my rounds."
"Oh, okay..."
Nothing was ever locked up around there and that included my trailer, as it was way too much of a hassle to carry keys around when you have no pockets. I opened the door to my lair and ushered the boy inside. Closing the door, I locked it to preclude someone from walking in unannounced with my cock up the kid's ass.
"Do you want something to drink?" I asked before getting started.
"Can I have a beer?" he asked with a straight face.
"A beer? No, you can't have a beer," I laughed.
"My abuleo lets me have beer."
"I'm not your grandfather, Pedro."
"Please? It relaxes me."
"Your grandfather gives you beer before he sticks his dick up your asshole?"
"Not just him, but his friends all like to get me drunk."
"Look, I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For being so nice to me. For letting me drive and just being nice." On hearing that, I didn't feel so nice, as I was planning to exploit the situation and this boy for my own gratification.
He sank to his knees, and looked up at me with his big dark brown eyes. Leaning forward, he kissed my semi-hard dick. It wasn't semi-hard for long.
"Hmmmm," I moaned as he took me into his mouth for the second time. Unlike earlier in the day, he didn't just take me to the root right away, but laved over the head of my cock with his tongue and caressed the stalk with his lips. Yes, the kid knew his way around a man's cock, that's for sure. Gradually he took more and more of me into his mouth, always gently sucking and swirling that tongue around, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding his lips down the stalk, a little deeper each time, until his nose was buried in my pubes. My young Pedro was Grade A cocksucker.
He worked my dick like a pro until I came in his mouth. He didn't miss a beat and gulped it all down. Pulling my cock from his mouth, he milked another drop from the tip, looked up at me and licked it off. Damn!
I helped him up and directed him to my bed, where I pushed him down and went down on him. He moaned and I felt him begin to squirm until I felt his small cock began throbbing on my tongue. Then all the energy seemed to drain from him. Next thing I know and he's softly snoring. I was at once amused and disappointed. Not wanting to wake him, I turned the lights out and joined him in blissful sleep.
We were still in bed early the next morning when there was a loud knocking on my door. 'Fuck! Do they know what time it is?' I cursed under my breath. I got up and called out, "Come in!"
"It's locked," said a female voice with a slight Spanish accent.
'Oh, shit,' I said to myself and unlocked the door. It was his mom and she had on street clothes. Thankfully she didn't want to come in.
"They're keeping Jose and are going to ultrasonically shatter the kidney stones," she told me. "I'm going to get a room and stay with him in town. It maybe a day or two before they release him. I can take Pedro with me, or if he's not too much of a burden..."
"He's no trouble at all," I quickly reassured.
"I really appreciate you doing this," she said.
'And I appreciate you doing it too,' I thought.
"I owe you," she added.
'Paid in full,' I said silently.
With his mom gone for a day or two and leaving her son in my care, I hastily formulated a plan. First things first... sodomize the kid. He was still sound asleep, sprawled out nude in my bed, his most attractive feature, his ass, on full display. Sprong! I quickly gathered up what I needed, some KY and a condom. After rolling the ultra thin condom onto my spike, I climbed back in bed with my target and a half tube of KY.
I began rubbing on his yummy ass cheeks and greasing up his hole, which began wakening him.
"Pedro. Pedro..."
"Ummpp?"
"Your mom just came by. She's going to stay with your dad in town for a day or two."
"Okay." The fact that I had wormed my finger up his butt didn't warrant a comment from him.
"We have some unfinished business from last night," I told him.
"Okay," he replied sleepily.
"Roll onto your side for me."
"Okay."
I greased up my cock and nestled into his crack. He made no complaint as I rooted around trying to put cock to hole. Having found it, I pushed in. He didn't grunt nor complain in any way as I slid up inside him with ease. Having done a few boys in my past, I could instantly tell he was experienced at this, as he had deliberately relaxed his sphincter muscle to allow me to enter him with ease. Don't get me wrong here, he was nice and snug and not at all loose.
"You like that?" I whispered deep in his bowels.
"Uh huh."
"You like being fucked in the ass?"
"Uh huh."
"Good, because we're both going to enjoy this." I slid out, I slid in, out, in, out, in, taking a slow approach as I wanted this to last.
"This feel good to you, Pedro?"
"Uh, huh. You're not too big. Not like some of Papa's or Abuleo's friends."
"Your ass feels great to me."
"You can go faster if you want," he answered.
"No, I like it a little slower."
"Me too."
I reached around and grasped his small, but fully erect dick and began stroking him while I sawed in and out of his hot buttery ass. After a few minutes he began to pant... he was going to cum soon, and with me up his ass. Perfect!
"Uggnnh," he grunted softly as his little prick began to jerk between my fingers. "Uggnnnhh."
"I'm right behind you, boy," I cooed in the climaxing boy's ear.
"Unnhhh. Unnhhh. Unnhh." My cock spewed it's seed into the tip of the condom. "Unnhh."
For a moment we were both very still, the only motion being my cock, pulsating with the dying throws of my orgasm. Damn! That was better than I thought it was going to be. Having this kid hanging around and available for a few days was going to be great!
I held myself in him until I had completely softened. Withdrawing, my condom slipped off and stayed up his ass.
"Wait a minute. I lost something." A good deal of the condom was hanging out of his ass, so it was an easy matter to pull it out. It was rather disgusting too. A used condom isn't exactly an attractive object to begin with. Lord knows I've had to pick up a number of them in this assistant manager job I had. But this one was also streaked with shit.
Almost immediately he began passing gas, and event which he found very amusing. I got up and discarded the condom. Turning back, I saw that he was looking at me with a happy, amused look as he continued to toot.
I crawled over him and rubbed my soft wet cock across his lips, lips which opened and slurped up my noodle.
He spit it out declaring, "Your dick is hot!"
"That's from your hot ass," I told him sticking it back into his mouth. I was nowhere near ready to get another erection, but it just felt good letting him mouth my softie.
Pulling free of his talented mouth, I swung down and returned the favor for a minute or so.
"Okay, time we got moving," I said pulling off his small uncut dick. "We've got lots to do this morning."
"Can't I just sleep in?" he asked.
"No, I need your help."
"You do? Can I drive?" In a blink of the eye, he was back to being a nine year old boy, excited to be big enough to help out.
I pulled out the corn flakes and milk.
"Do you have any sugar?"
"Sorry, I don't. Just eat what we have." To my surprise, he did just that and ate a plain second bowl too.
After anal sex, the place had a heavy funky odor, so I opened a few windows before heading out to the nearest showers to take care of morning business. It was quite early and camp hadn't begun to stir, or so I thought. Drifting over camp, I heard the sound of singing. Folks were up and at the Easter Sunrise service over at the open-air nondenominational chapel. Luckily, there was no one in the showers, so I had a chance to soap up Pedro's ass real good.
Clean and ready to start the day, we headed over to the poolside pavilion to clean up from last night's dance. I let Pedro drive. While I manned the broom, Pedro moved the chairs out of the way. With the floor swept clean, I opened the overhead doors and hosed the place out, careful not to get the audio equipment wet. That done, we headed over to the pool pump house, where I kept my other cleaning supplies.
Quickly I checked the water temp and chlorine levels. Satisfied that all was well, I gathered up trash bags, a mop and bucket, plus a bottle of bleach and began making the rounds to each and every restroom/shower facility. In the showers I mixed a bleach solution and mopped the shower room floors to ward off the spread of athletes foot. Then I hosed down the toilet area and checked to be sure there wasn't anything gross left behind and that there was an adequate supply of TP available. Then it was off to the next shower/restroom, and so forth until all were up to standards.
Returning the mop, bucket and bottle of bleach, we made the rounds changing out trash bags in and around camp. We had to make two trips to the dumpster, both of which went off without incident to Pedro's disappointment, as he had a hoot exposing himself the day before.
By eight thirty, I was done with my morning grunt work I just needed to go to the office and see to the paper work that had accumulated the day before. While I tended to the paper work, Pedro helped out by sweeping up. It's amazing how much dirt gets tracked in over a day's time. Actually, there wasn't much to do, as Chad had done a very good job the day before and had everything properly filed away. The only thing that needed to be done was to tabulate Old Joe's tickets, a task that usually took about an hour. Naturally, Pedro got bored when I was doing Old Joe's accounting, so I sent him off to the pool area to find someone to play with.
Old Joe was a retired cook, who ran what amounted to an open air stationary food truck. He was a permanent, year round resident of Green Oaks and he was a legacy member who more or less grew up at Green Oaks. His trailer was just a hop, skip and a jump from Herman's and Gloria's. Old Joe's was a very popular place for a quick lunch or securing a smoked chicken for dinner.
Next to his trailer the woods had been thinned out and picnic tables were scattered among the trees so folks had a place to eat. After lunch, the picnic area was THE hangout spot for feral kids, who just had to step into the woods for some privacy.
He had an outsized "patio" where he set up every morning, but most importantly he had a large smoker, in which he smoked two or three dozen chickens every afternoon, along with a couple of hams and maybe a half dozen boneless turkey breasts. He was the only one at camp who got up and got dressed every morning... to drive into town and buy what he'd need for the day. Returning around ten AM, he brined the whole chickens and at 11 AM opened for lunch, where he served thick ham sandwiches, turkey sandwiches and sometimes meatloaf sandwiches, along with potato salad and baked beans that had been cooking all morning while he was away. He also had a Coke dispenser and frozen chest with ice cream treats.
He lit his smoker around 12 noon, and as the lunch crowd thinned out around 1 PM, he loaded up the smoker with chickens, turkey breasts and hams. At 2 he took his nap, and opened again at 5 PM to sell his smoked chickens.
As no one carried cash around, everything he sold was on credit, credit that was debited to members accounts the next morning. Then he'd stop by the office on his way into town and Herman or I would cut him a check for the balance of his account so that he could purchase more supplies.
With Old Joe's tickets done, I finished up around ten and decided to head back to my trailer to grab a quick nap before rounding up Pedro for lunch. So I walk in and who do I see, Pedro with Gordon and Beth's two girls. All three were in my bed with the girl's playing with Pedro's pecker. Well, kids will be kids, but I didn't want Gordon nor his wife accusing me corrupting their girls, so I ran them off, Pedro included, with instructions to be back at 11 AM for lunch.
I lay down and dozed off, only to be awaked by Pedro and the girls, who were now exploring my cock. It's one thing to play with a kid who is passed around by his or her parents, but mess around with an inexperienced "innocent" kid was just too dangerous. I ran them off again. This time they stayed away, with Pedro showing up, as instructed, around 11.
I asked him why he'd brought the two girls into my trailer in the first place and why did he bring them back a second time.
"They wanted to touch me, so I figured the safest place was here. I didn't think you'd care."
"You're right, I don't care if you play with the girls or they play with you, but not in my trailer. Understand?"
The kid looked like he was about to cry. "I'm sorry, Jack," he sobbed.
"I'm not mad at you, Pedro. Just don't do it again. Okay? Take them out into the woods."
"Okay."
"Now are you hungry?" He brightened up. "Come on. You drive."
So we went to Old Joe's. There was already a small crowd there, but it wasn't too busy. I ordered us two ham sandwiches, an order of baked beans and two Cokes.
"Can I have root beer?" Pedro asked.
"Sure.
"Make that a Coke and a root beer, Joe," I corrected, which earned me a scowl from Joe. For all his good qualities, he could be a bit cantankerous at times.
In moments he had our order ready.
"Who's the boy?" he asked.
"His dad had to go to the hospital last night and I'm looking after him today and maybe tomorrow."
"I heard about that ruckus at the dance last night," Joe commented.
"Kid has a great ass," he added ogling the boy's butt. "Experienced?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
"You don't say."
"We'll catch you when you're not busy," I ended. Joe's eyebrow's went up and smile spread across his face. "Say around two?
"By the way," I added, "set aside one of your chickens for me."
We took our food and joined a group of "feral" teenagers at a table. I'd had sex with everyone of these boys and they all knew I was a capital "P" player, so they didn't watch what they were saying. Apparently Pedro had already made the acquaintance of these kids, for they began asking him about Gordon and Beth's two girls. Pedro told them everything, and I mean everything, including that they had both sucked his cock, just before I broke up their party and that they wanted to blow me, but I woke up and ran them off.
"Jack turned down a blowjob?" the leader of this gang asked skeptically. "I don't believe you!"
"It's true," I confirmed though I had no idea what I'd missed. "Those two were just a little too fresh for my taste."
"Maybe we can get them in the woods and do 'em," one of the boys said.
"Go easy with those girls," I told them. "They and their parents are newbies. This is their first time at a nudist camp, so don't scare them away. Take it slow with them, okay."
"Sure thing, Mr. Jack," a reply that sent them all snickering. Those girls' virginities were now measured in hours, not weeks, months or years.
After lunch, I took Pedro back to my place for a nap, seeing that my earlier nap had been cut short. But napping wasn't my highest priority, getting my dick sucked was. Pedro did a fine job of it too.
With my lunch settled, I took him to the pool area where we joined a game of water volleyball. There always seemed to be a game going on and folks moved in and out of a game with fluid ease. The score wasn't as nearly important as the play in action at the moment. We played for about an hour or so on opposite teams, then I took him over to the big hot tub for a hot relaxing soak, the object of which was to make sure he was squeaky clean when I took him back to Old Joe's.
All was quiet when we pulled into Old Joe's. Lunch was over and the chickens and hams were on the smoker. There wasn't a soul around.
I knocked on his door, which opened immediately.
"Hi, Jack!" he greeted.
"And what's your name, young man?"
"Pedro," my charge answered.
"Pedro. That's a fine name, Spanish for Peter, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir."
"And how do you like being named after a man's organ?"
"Huh?"
"Just a joke, boy.
"Come in, come in, but please leave your shoes outside," Joe said.
"I'm not wearing shoes," Pedro replied.
"So I see," laughed Joe. "You're just as I like boys, totally naked. Now come in."
"I've got some business to attend to," I said declining to go in. "But you two should get to know each other. I'll come back for him in an hour or so."
Leaning down I whispered to Pedro, "I think you're really going to like this, so just go with the flow." Pedro nodded, and without comment stepped inside.
As much as I wanted to watch, Old Joe didn't like an audience when he was having sex with a kid. I'd heard plenty though and had a good idea what was about to take place. Like a lot of older men, Old Joe had trouble getting it up, so it was unlikely Pedro would be sodomized. Instead Joe relied on oral sex, with oral anal sex being his favorite. I was sure that Pedro was going to enjoy having his ass eaten out by a master of analingus.
Back at the office I had a half dozen or so, 5 gallon propane tanks that needed filling. I loaded them up and drove to the big propane tank just inside the gate, and set about filling them. That done, I checked the propane level in the tank by tapping the tank and listening to the tone. What with the pool heater going full blast for two weeks, the tank was getting low. That plus a few trailers, Herman's and Old Joe's among them, were hooked up to the tank. Returning to the office, I unloaded the filled propane bottles for the owners to pick up, then called the gas company and ordered more fuel.
That done, Big Mike with his twin girls dropped by. They were no longer flat chested and had really filled out nicely over the past year.
Always direct and to the point he said, "The girls and I want to invite you over for a toss."
I held up my hands and replied, "I'm babysitting a butt boy. His mom had to take his dad to the hospital last night."
"Oh, yeah, I heard about that. Guy's okay?"
"As far as I know," I replied.
"Well, bring him with you."
"When?"
"How about tonight, Jack? We'll meet you at the dance, and bug out early. So, get someone else to DJ for you."
"Chad will do it, if he shows up."
"Shacked up somewhere?"
"I guess."
"Hell, bring Chad too. Get someone else to DJ."
"Wearing you out, are they?"
"You could say that," he laughed, "otherwise I wouldn't asking your sorry ass, now would I?"
Mike had come a long way in his willingness to share his two girls, just as the girls had come a long way in their willingness to fuck anything that moved.
I picked up Pedro a little after three thirty, giving Old Joe and extra half hour with Pedro. I didn't bother to knock and just walked in. Pedro was on a coffee table on his knees with his butt hiked in the air, with his hands tied to legs of the table. The kid was shining with sweat while Joe worked a toy up the kid's ass.
"God damn it!" he growled. "Don't you know how to knock?"
"Thought you'd be finished by now," I replied as my cock began to rise from the salacious scene before me.
"Well, I ain't!" he snapped.
Ignoring Old Joe's display of temper, I walked around in front of Pedro, lifted his head by the chin and asked, "Are you okay?"
He nodded and answered, "Sí, but I want to get up."
"Untie him," I told Old Joe.
"You untie him!" he snarled.
I untied his hands, helped him up onto his knees and stuck my hard dick in his face, a face whose mouth automatically opened to accept my offering.
"He sucks dick pretty good," Old Joe observed while I pumped my dick between his lips. "Almost got me hard with his mouth, and he got my nuts off."
I pulled off and asked Pedro, "Did you have fun with Joe?"
He grinned, nodded and replied, "Yes! He put his mouth on my asshole and stuck his tongue into me!"
"Has anyone ever before done that for you?"
"No, and it was really cool!"
"Why did you let him tie you up? You could've said no and he wouldn't have."
"He said he was going to make me cum and cum and cum and if I wasn't tied down, I might make him quit too soon."
"Did he make you cum and cum?"
"Uh, huh! But I was getting a little sore when you came in."
"Can't you leave him with me for a while longer?" Joe asked his temper calmed.
"No, his mother might be back soon and looking for him," I replied.
Joe looked at me with a frown, then told Pedro to bend over. Pedro did as he was told and Joe extracted the toy from his ass, leaving behind a gaping hole. It was tempting to fill that hole with my dick, but I refrained.
"Come on, Pedro," I said offering him a hand. "We need to get going, and Old Joe needs to get ready for the dinner crowd."
Back in the golf cart with me driving, Pedro asked if his madre was coming soon. "I really don't know," I answered. "She said she might or she might not."
"I hope she doesn't come."
"Why's that?"
"I think you know, Mr. Jack."
"Yes, I think I do know," I replied reaching over and rubbing his head.
*****
(bi, Mf, fb, 1st, oral, Mbff, drugs)
Pedro fucks his first girl...
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Back at the office I found Herman busy checking out several families, not uncommon for a Sunday afternoon. I pitched in and helped him out. Meanwhile Pedro wandered off for an hour or so, doing what, I have no idea as I didn't ask.
And even though it was Easter Sunday and the kids were all on Spring Break, many families had to get back to work Monday morning. That presented opportunities, as some parents left their kids at Green Oaks with other families that were staying longer, thus solving the working parents' childcare problem for the week the kids were off. Of course some, if not most of the stand-in parents were responsible and kept a close eye on the kids under their care. But, some others were not, letting those kids run totally unsupervised as feral kids, and thus available for sex with anyone with the gumption to take them. Still, all that was very hush-hush, behind closed doors or deep in the woods.
Kip and his wife, Marie, were one such stand-in parents who hardly cared one bit what their own kids were up to, much less the kids left in their charge. It's amazing how many kids can officially fit in a pop-up camper at night.
The departing campers had slowed to a trickle. I told Herman I'd be right back, as I had something that needed to taken care of. He didn't ask what, so I didn't have to bullshit him.
With Pedro in tow, I dropped by Kip's to see what the offerings might be. He had two boys and two girls in addition to his own. I was familiar with these four kids, even if I hadn't had sex with all of them yet. Josie, a fifteen year old beauty caught my eye. I inquired about her and Kip inferred that he was keeping her for himself and offered up Katie, a twelve year old with knockers. I told him I'd keep her in mind, as last summer, even without much in the way of tits, she was still a good screw. I doubted she'd even remember having sex with me, as she had sex with lots of men and boys last summer.
To my surprise, she came up to me, arched her back and said to me, "Hi, Mr. Jack! How do you like my tits this year?"
"You have a fine set of tits, Katie. And I bet you still have a fine pussy."
"Ya wanna find out?" she saucily replied to my inappropriate comment while glancing down at my cock.
"You know. That gives me an idea. How would you like to take a ride with me?" So much for getting right back to the office.
"That depends on what you have in mind," she replied.
"My friend here, Pedro, is still a virgin, at least when it comes to doing girls. You wanna be his first?"
"Hmmm, he's kinda young, ain't he?"
"Well, he hasn't started squirting yet, if that's what you mean."
I followed that with, "Virgins are rare around here, so come on and take a ride with us."
"Where to?"
"My trailer."
"Okay." It was just that easy with the right girl. My new plan was to drop the two kids off and let them have at it.
I took Pedro to the side and told him what I had planned for him. His eyes got big. "Really?"
"Yes, really. You're ready to sample some pussy, aren't you?" He nodded vigorously.
Gathering up Katie, I told Pedro to ride in the little trailer, so I could give Katie the passenger seat.
"She can sit in my lap," he countered.
"Fine by me." It was also fine with Katie.
So off we went on a fine spring Sunday afternoon. No one paid us any attention. Glancing over, I saw that Pedro had his hands around her tummy to hold her in place. The camp road was a bit bumpy, as the new pot holes hadn't been patched yet and the old ones weren't properly done. I guess the bumpy ride had an effect upon him, for Katie complained laughing, "His dick is poking me."
"Hold on there, Pedro," I laughed, "remember, no PDA in public."
"I'm sorry. I can't help it," he replied.
In minutes we were at my place. My RV pad had sufficient cover and the adjacent sites were vacant, so I wasn't particularly worried about being observed. Still, out of caution, I checked around to see if anyone was watching us. Satisfied that no prying eyes were on us, I escorted the two kids into my lair.
Who should be there, but Chad, and he was balling this girl in our bed.
"Be finished in a minute, Dad," he said not even looking at us. We watched them fuck for several minutes.
Chad announced, "I'm cumming in your cunt! I'm cumming in your cunt!"
"Yes, cum in me," the girl replied with her toes pointed to the ceiling. "Cum in me, baby."
Chad began jerking and grunting as he emptied his balls into the girl. He stopped pumping, then rolled off. With Chad off the girl, I could see who she was. Ginger, the daughter of a couple I occasionally joined for a threesome. She was what, sixteen?
"Oh, gee, Dad," Chad said, "I didn't know you had company."
"Never mind that. Just be sure and never mention you saw me with these two." I was actually addressing the girl, as Chad didn't need to be told to keep his mouth shut about me.
Ginger wasn't embarrassed in the least at being caught. Why should she? Her parents let Chad sleep with her overnight in their trailer several times the previous summer. Chad was a nice boy, so they didn't care. It was just sex.
Rather than feeling any shame, she sat up and accusingly chanted, "Naughty, naughty!" knowing full well the reputation that Katie had and the sexual implication of her and a boy being in my trailer with me. She followed that by asking if she and Chad could watch.
"What the hell," I replied. "But these two need the bed." Chad and Ginger bounced out.
"Have you ever been with a girl before?" Ginger asked Pedro. He shook his head.
"Then you're going to have so much fun!" Ginger declared.
"Okay, Katie," the older girl said "In the bed and spread 'em." Katie did just that.
Ginger turned her attention to Pedro. "Now the first thing you do when you're going to do a girl is to kiss her. So get in there and softly put your lips to hers.
"That's it. Stick your tongue out and lick between her lips... Good!
"Now gently kiss her neck and nibble on her ears.
"Okay, now put your hand on her tit... Feels nice, huh? And brush your finger tips across her nipple." Pedro was proving to be a quick learner.
"Now kiss her tits... One at a time, and nibble and suck on her nipples."
"How's he doing, Katie?" she asked.
"Fine so far. A little rushed, but he has a nice touch," the buxom twelve-year-old replied.
"Okay, now kiss down her tummy... keep going. Keep going. Now taste her.
"Tastes good, huh?"
Pedro nodded and mumbled with his head between her legs.
"Okay, just lick her real good all over down there," Ginger instructed.
"Did you find her hole?"
Pedro nodded.
"Now lick up her slit until you find a bump." Pedro licked up until he found her clit. "Now lick along the sides of it and at the same time, stick a finger up her hole... Keep licking, keep licking..."
Apparently he'd seen his mom with men or other women a time or two, so he had a pretty good idea of what to do. Soon Katie was rotating her hips and punching up into his face.
"Okay, once you got her all hot and bothered, slide up her body and stick your dick in her."
He slid up and began blindly stabbing his prick at her.
"Help him out, Katie," Ginger instructed.
Katie reached between them and directed his stiffie to her honey hole, and once he found his mark, began wildly humping away at her. It wasn't a particularly graceful fuck, but he got the job done, even if it wasn't all that great of a screw for Katie.
"Ungghh, ungghh," he grunted as his buttocks clinched. Of course at nine years old, he didn't cum in her cunt, but he came nonetheless. He became motionless, lying on top of Katie.
"Don't crush her," Ginger said giving his butt cheek a gentle pinch which caused him to move.
"How was that?" I asked Pedro who was now wearing shit-eating grin. "You like that pussy?" His grin got bigger.
"Next time it will be even better," Katie told the boy before bending over and kissing his deflated uncut dicklet.
"Yeah, Katie! Get him hard again!" gleefully urged Ginger.
"Hey! What about me?" I laughed. "Won't someone have mercy and help me out here?"
"I'll help you, Mr. Jack," Ginger offered as she came up to me and took my hard member in her hand. With a sultry smile, she went to her knees and took my cock into her mouth.
Chad, being almost eighteen years old, possessed nearly miraculous recuperative powers, was up and ready. "Sit on the floor, Dad," he said as his "girlfriend" sucked me. I did just that, which caused Ginger to bend over to stay with me. Chad grasped her hips and skewed her, fucking her hard from the get-go. The slap-slap-slap of doggie fucking echoed through the small travel trailer.
This was great! I liked nothing better than to watch my son having sex with whomever, and seeing buttocks quaking was always a favorite.
The show evolving on my bed was getting interesting too, as Katie had gotten Pedro hard again and was inviting him to a second go at her cunt. He was only on top for a moment before she took charge, rolled them both over and rode him, directing his hands to her tits as they fucked.
Fifteen minutes later, Ginger had a belly full of my cum and a cunt full of Chad's cum.
Meanwhile Katie had dismounted and was on her hands and knees trying to get Pedro to mount her from behind. Pedro was a quick learner and had other ideas. Spreading her ass cheeks, he dove in head first to eat her ass out like Old Joe had done for him. Katie squealed in delight at the unexpected oral attack on her asshole.
Chad, having experienced firsthand one of Old Joe's famous mouth-jobs, suggested to Ginger that she do that to him.
"Ewww! Gross!" she declared.
"There's nothing gross about it. We were just in the hot tub before coming over here. I'm clean."
"Your butthole?"
"Yes, my butthole. It's clean and so is yours."
"Then do me first," she countered.
The walkie-talkie squawked to life. "Jack, where are you?"
"At my trailer."
"Get over here. I need your help."
"Roger. Be there in minute."
Rats! Just as it was getting interesting, I had to help Herman.
The next two hours were quite busy with all the departing campers, and it was getting late. I still needed to drop by Old Joe's and pick up the smoked chicken he said he'd set aside for me, and I still hadn't found someone to DJ the nightly dance.
After picking up my chicken, I went back to my trailer. Loud rock music was booming through the open windows. The four kids were still there, the atmosphere heavy with the smell of pot. Katie and Ginger were smooching on the bed. Chad was helping himself to my beer and poor Pedro was just starring off in space.
"You got Pedro stoned?" I yelled at my son.
"Chill, Dad. The little guy is cool," he said with glassy eyes.
"The little guy is nine years old! What did I tell you about giving the younger kids pot and beer?"
"I didn't give him any beer. He took it."
"And the smoke?"
"Ginger gave him and Katie both a shotgun hit."
Chad was splitting hairs with me, but what could do? Pedro had already shown an affection for beer, and it was none of my business what Ginger or her parents did or allowed. (Except as the Assistant Manager and I had a policy of looking away when encountering harmless indiscretions between consenting individuals.)
"Okay, Chad, I need you to scare me up a DJ for tonight."
"I'll do it, Dad."
"I know you would, but we have other plans for tonight."
"Plans? What plans?"
"We've been invited to Big Mike's tonight."
"Do I have to?" he whined.
"No, but have you seen his twin girls lately?"
"We're going to pop their cherries?"
"No, that's already been done, or so I understand."
"Everyone's been wanting to get between the legs of those two for like, forever! But Mike's threatened to break anyone's neck if they poke one of them and nobody wants to cross Big Mike.
"Not tonight," I said, "he must be feeling especially randy for he asked me to come help him with his two girls. I'm bringing Pedro, so if you want to come along too..."
"I know he's your friend, Dad, but that guy scares me. I think I'll hang out with Ginger tonight."
"Fine by me."
"What about Pedro?"
"He's coming with me," I replied.
"What about Katie?" he then asked. I'd forgotten about Katie and the fact that she'd been farmed out to me by Kip.
"Well, I..."
"Ginger and I can look after them," Chad offered.
'Okay,' I asked myself, 'who would Pedro and Katie prefer to hang out with tonight? Ginger and Chad, or me and Big Mike?' Knowing kids, it was no contest.
"Fine, keep track of them for me," I said.
"Will do, Dad, and I'll do the dance tonight too."
With that settled I took a turn with Ginger and Katie, eating out one as she sat on my face while the other one sucked my dick. That was going just fine with the girls switching off, but then Pedro mounted my cock and rode me, while the other three urged him on.
There was a knock on the door. Before I could get Pedro off me, his mother walked in.
I was expecting fireworks, but she hardly noticed her son sodomizing himself on my prick. All she said was, "Pedro! It's time to go. Your father is waiting."
Pedro hopped off, cheerily said his goodbyes and was out the door. His mom, she thanked me! Then she was gone too.
It was getting late, and we still needed to eat, so I pulled out Old Joe's smoked chicken and a carton of his baked beans and fed everyone. With supper done, I headed over to the office in time to check out Pedro's family. No one said anything about what his mom his saw.
According to Herman, Jose didn't get his kidney stones blasted after all, preferring to wait until he was back home and with his own doctors. Besides, no one does that sort of thing on Easter Sunday. So high on pain killers, Jose took his family home with his wife driving.
My evening's entertainment with Big Mike was shot down. Seems his ex-wife was on the warpath, and so he decided not to let me fuck his two girls. That disappointment was made up with Katie sleeping with me that night.
The rest of the week was relatively tame compared to the first few days of Spring Break.
With Spring Break over I got the bad news that I'd been expecting for the past two years. The School Board, in its elitist wisdom, decided that Shop Class wasn't in the best interest of the students (all of whom were supposed to go to college and become brain surgeons). They cancelled my courses for the coming fall semester and "offered" me early retirement.
I had to find a new job, and that meant my summer days as the Assistant Manager of a nudist camp were over. Naturally I pissed and moaned about it to Herman, not that he could do much about it. Turns out, he did a lot.
Within a day, I got a call from Buck Thompson, a member of the Green Oaks Social Club. Buck owned a construction company and was looking for a site supervisor. The job was mine if I wanted it. I wanted it and started June 1st. This of course left Herman in a lurch, but proving that I wasn't indispensible, he hired Chad for the summer. So the summer before he went off to college, Chad became the Assistant Manager of a swingers' nudist retreat. Not a bad summer job for a horny young man!
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(bi, MF, M+F+, oral, anal, MFb)
Jack meets the woman he's been looking for...
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I surprised myself at how easily I made the transition from my old life to a new life of actually working for a living. That summer I still got over to Green Oaks on the weekends, usually just during the day on Sunday, as I was normally working six days a week while the weather was nice.
In late June, I met Shirley. Her car was broken down on the side of the highway with a flat tire. I stopped and changed the tire for her. As luck would have it, I ran into her again the very next day when she was grocery shopping with her ten year old son, Joey. She was an attractive woman, and put together very well. I just have a thing for women with generous breasts, not humongous tits, but nice big ones, as well as a thing for anyone with a shapely ass, and she had an ass to die for. Joey wasn't all that bad either. We chatted it up and I found out that she was an Emergency Room nurse at Memorial Hospital. I asked her out. She accepted. We hit it off, both personality wise and sexually.
We had been dating for about four weeks or so, when I took her to Green Oaks for the day. She had no idea where I was taking her, other than on a picnic. Joey was dropped off at his grandmother's house. She didn't have a clue until we were parked in the "day" lot behind the club office.
"Oh, my god!" she exclaimed as a nude couple walked by with their nude kids in tow. "This is a nudist resort!"
"Nudist camp," I corrected before exiting my pickup and stripping off in the parking lot.
"Come on," I urged as I threw my stuff into a locker in the back truck bed.
"Why didn't you tell me?!" she demanded.
"If I told you, you might not have come," I honestly answered. "Now come on, get naked and we'll have a blast."
"I'm not getting naked with a bunch of strangers!"
"If you don't get naked, you'll stick out like a sore thumb," I told her. "Don't worry, no one here cares if you're naked. Now out of the truck and strip!" To my surprise she didn't put up much of a fuss and did just that.
Having never been to a nudist camp before, she was quite self conscious at first, but like every other newbie to nudism, within a very short while, she was comfortable in just her own skin. As an added plus, being a woman, she didn't have to worry about popping a boner.
I hauled our stuff over to the office, checked us in and hauled it all to a nice shady spot near the pool. As I knew just about everyone there, lots of folks came up to say hello and to meet my lady friend. With our nest settled, I took her to the pool and took her swimming. I don't think it took even thirty minutes for her to get comfortable. Like I said, she was attractive and well put together. Naked, she looked fabulous.
Nothing much happened that first trip to Green Oaks with her. I introduced her to dozens of couples and she had a great time. That night, she danced with a half dozen men, all eager to get between her legs.
On our trip home that night, she gushed about how much fun she'd had and, "could we go back next week?" We did and every weekend until the camp closed for the season. She also wanted to know how I knew about Green Oaks. So I told her. Everything, or rather everything she needed to know at the moment.
It was on our third trip that I introduced her to the "lifestyle". We spent the morning at the pool socializing and flirting with two couples I knew very well. In the early afternoon, it was suggested that we all go to Rob and Wanda's motorized RV. Shirley didn't know what that meant until we were inside and had a drink or two. Rob paired off with Glenda, while Wanda and Fred got after it, all in plain view of Shirley and me. I think Shirley was shocked to see Glenda go down on Rob and Fred going after Wanda's ample tits. From there it escalated to open fornicating.
For Shirley and I it was a soft swing. For a while we watched the other four have sex before we began satisfying our own hyped up sexual urges. Before the sunset that evening, Shirley warmed up to the scene. I fucked her while my friends watched. Soon thereafter, she got fucked by both Fred and Rob, as well as having Wanda go down on her. I, of course, had fun with the other two women.
On the ride home that Sunday night, Shirley was silent for a long while. She finally opened up with, "God, I bet you think I'm a slut."
"Why would I think that?"
"You know perfectly well!" she shot back.
"Hey! You had fun. I had fun. Rob and Wanda had fun. Fred and Glenda had fun. What's wrong with that? It's what swinging is all about."
"You don't think I'm disgusting?" she asked.
"Disgusting?! Are you kidding! You're the sexiest woman I've ever met, and I've met a few."
"I'm glad you don't think badly of me, Jack."
"Hell, no! You're exactly the kind of woman I've been looking for."
"You mean that?"
"Yes, I mean it. To me, you're a dream come true, walking talking wet dream."
She laughed, "I suppose that's a compliment."
"Yes, it is. Damn, how come we didn't meet years ago?" I asked giving her thigh a squeeze as high up as I could.
"Are you going to come home with me tonight?"
"If you're asking me to sleep with you, the answer is yes. But what about your boy?"
"Don't worry about Joey. He's seen it all before."
"Really?"
"He knows I have boyfriends and he knows they sleep over sometimes. It's no big deal."
I shacked up with Shirley regularly after that and I was always very appropriate around her son, Joey. I liked Joey. He was well mannered and never a pain the ass. When we were out playing with another couple from Green Oaks or went to the camp, Joey either stayed with his grandmother or stayed over at his friend, Steve, who lived in the same apartment complex as Shirley.
One day I suggested to Shirley that we take Joey with us to Green Oaks. She replied, "I've been thinking along the same lines, Jack. There are lots of kids his age there and he makes friends easily. I think he'd have fun and I won't have to listen to him belly ache about staying with my mother."
So we did. Joey loved it, just like every other kid that's been taken to a family oriented nudist camp. He was a strong swimmer and we didn't have to keep watch over him while we were engaged with another couple or two.
A week or two after Labor Day, I had finished up the two projects I was supervising and decided to spend the entire weekend at Green Oaks. Chad, who had been helping Herman manage the camp, had been staying in my camper. He was now off to college, so the camper was available for Shirley, Joey and me to use without asking him to sleep somewhere else.
And like all good plans, shit happens and throws those plans awry. The shit in this case being a late summer thunderstorm that dropped a tree on one of the camp's bathhouses. Herman called my boss, Buck Thompson, and Buck told me to go fix it. So Thursday afternoon I went to camp to check out the damage and figure out what I needed to repair the damage. I made my list and returned to town. That night I informed Shirley that she would have to drive herself and Joey to the camp Saturday morning and that I'd meet them there.
Friday morning, I bought the lumber, shingles, and supplies I needed and got to work on the damaged bathhouse. First order of business was clearing the downed tree from the structure. That took a few hours, then removing the damaged sections so I could begin reconstruction. That took the rest of the day. Friday night I hooked up with a couple who wanted an extra dick for play time.
Saturday morning, I was back at it, framing up the damaged area of the bathhouse. Shirley had told me that she would be at camp by 10:30 AM. I met her at the office (she was my guest). Joey immediately disappeared and took off to the pool. It was then that Herman informed her that he had a message for her to call the hospital. She called and was told that they had a nurse shortage and that they needed her pronto. So much for a weekend of passing her around, not that I had time to play all day, but my nights were free.
"Joey. Where's Joey?" she asked.
"He was headed to the pool," I told her.
"Oh, hell. I don't have time to track him down," she lamented. "Do me a favor, Jack and watch after him."
"Not a problem," I replied even though there was no way I could watch after him while I did my repairs. Besides, he'd shown that he could take care of himself. I took the basket of food Shirley had prepared for us and sent her on her way.
After stashing the food in my camper, I found Joey right where I thought I'd find him, in the pool with a gaggle of other naked kids having a blast. I told him what had happened and where he could find me if he needed me, then I left him on his own.
I saw him a few hours later. He and a gaggle of feral boys passed by on their way into the woods. I chuckled to myself, 'If he hasn't sucked dick before, he'll be sucking dick very soon.'
I pretty well had everything with the bathhouse under control by that evening. All that was left to be done was to shingle the repaired section of the roof. Fortunately I had it all tar-papered up when it began to rain.
I secured and protected my tools and supplies, then headed for my camper. Joey was there, waiting for me. We ate what his mother had left. Supper done, I asked what he wanted to do. "Watch a movie," he replied.
"What kind of movie?"
"I like porn movies," he replied with a sheepish grin.
"Porn movies? Where have you seen porn movies before?"
"At Steve's," he revealed.
"Is that so? Anywhere else?"
"Well, Mama's last boyfriend, Ted, he let me watch porn with him."
"Really? What kind of porn?"
"You know... guys and women sucking dicks and fucking. That sort of thing."
"Oh, okay."
I tuned into one of the dozen or more porn channels picked up by the camp's large dish antennae. I picked up in the middle of a threesome movie, two guys and one girl. The guys double teaming the girl both orally and anally.
"How's this?" I asked.
"Yeah, this is good," the ten year old said.
We sat side by side on the little "sofa" and watched the salacious movie. The action switched from a split roasting, to the girl sitting on one guy's face while the other guy gave his buddy a suck job. I glanced over and saw that Joey's had a four inch stiffie sticking straight up.
I reached over an took his woodie in hand. He looked over at me and smiled. "You like this, don't you?" He nodded and reached over to take my cock in hand.
"You ever do that?" I asked pointing to the screen showing a close up of a dick sliding between the bearded guy's lips.
"Uh huh," he replied sliding his fingers along the shaft of my now hard cock.
"With other boys?"
"Uh huh."
"Who?" I asked expecting a blow by blow of his afternoon in the woods doing what feral boys do in the woods.
"Stevie," he replied.
"Your friend from across the way?"
"Uh huh."
"When?"
"Lots of times,' he replied.
"Anyone else?"
"Uh huh."
"Today? Out in the woods?"
"Nuh hun. We were just playing Indians."
"Who then?"
"Stevie's dad."
"Really?"
"Yeah, he caught us and, you know."
"Uh huh," I now replied.
I hesitated for a moment, then went down on him. After a few sucks I pulled off and asked, "You like that?"
"You bet!" he replied. I took him back into my mouth, jacking his dick with my lips while tongue whipping his cock. He didn't last long before he was crying out and I felt his cock throbbing in my mouth. He was too young to ejaculate, but he was old enough to have a mind bender that left him breathless.
When he had recovered his senses, I asked him if he'd do me. He slid off the sofa and between my legs. Cutting his eyes up at me, he slipped my dick between his lips while he gently fondled my balls. It was immediately apparent to me that this kid was no novice cock sucker. Slowly and sensuously he drew my load right out of my balls, and like a champ, he swallowed every drop.
With the ice broken, we talked for nearly an hour before we sucked each other again. Joey, who had been a polite, but reserved kid, really opened up. What he told me shocked me, and I'm not easily shocked. He told me that his mom knew about Stevie and him and knew about Stevie's dad too. How? Because Joey had told her! He went on to tell me that he often sucked his mom's last boyfriend, Ted. And she knew about that too. In fact, Ted coaxed his mom into sucking Joey's dick. And he taught Joey to suck his dick and eat his mother's pussy after he creamed her.
I found that story to be rather unbelievable and said so.
"You don't believe me? Just ask her," he challenged.
He then went on to describe two tiny moles on his mother's vulva. I was familiar with those moles too. How would he know about them unless he was up close to her bare pussy? His credibility went up several notches. Listening to him talk about sucking his mother's cunt and sucking on her big tits while she frigged herself had me hard as an iron spike.
"You ever take a cock up your butt?" I had to ask.
"Uh huh."
"Your mom knows about that too?"
"Uh huh. She'd give me an enema before Ted corn holed me."
"No shit?"
"No shit," he replied. Then with a laugh he added, "You made a pun!"
"Do you enjoy a cock up your ass?"
"Sometimes... Yeah, usually. But sometimes it hurts."
"How about if I used lots of lube?"
"Okay..."
Joey was as well trained as Pedro had proven to be. Greased up, I put my pecker to his hole, which blossomed open, allowing me to slide in deep as easily as if I was fucking his mother's pussy. Having gotten my rocks off in his butt, I was done for. But that didn't stop him from getting a wet wash cloth and cleaning my dick for me. The term "full service" came to mind.
The next morning, after breakfast, he was off doing his own thing , while I returned to shingle the roof of the bathhouse, a task which took me all morning. Job done, I hit the showers and then hit the pool. Joey was there with his group of buddies having a good time harassing the girls. Around three o'clock, I called it quits, rounded him up and took him home. When Shirley came in from work later that evening, she found us together nude on her sofa. She didn't say anything and acted like it was the most normal thing for us to be doing, and I suppose just coming from a weekend at a nudist camp, it was a pretty normal thing to do. However, I don't think she noticed the wet sheen on my soft cock.
"Joey has been telling me some interesting things," I told her once I'd given her an after work drink.
"Really? Like what?" she replied as I began tugging at her scrubs.
"Like you and Ted, and Ted and Joey, and you, Ted and Joey," I answered.
"Is that so?"
"Yes, it is, babe. And let me tell you, I found it very exciting and arousing.
"Come on, get naked." Bracing myself for her to explode in outrage I added, "Then I want to see you suck his dick."
There was no outrage. What Joey had told me was the truth. She smiled and pulled the top of the scrubs over her head. As I unfastened her bra freeing her twin beauties, she kicked off her shoes, then the pulled off the bottoms of her scrubs. The panties, Joey lowered while planting kisses between her legs.
I told Joey to go sit on the sofa and spread his legs. Then with a gentle nudge from me, she went to her knees, took her son's cock in her hand and fondled him for a moment. She looked back at me and smiled before lowering her lips to his dick. Damn! She wasn't embarrassed in the least.
Me, I had major wood seeing this. For a long while, I watched her slobbering on Joey's cock and balls. Joey, he was all grins. With my cock drooling a long strand of precum, I lifted her hips and slid into her receptive cunt. The perversity of it made it the best fuck of my life.
It's no exaggeration to say that Shirley was everything I ever wanted in a woman. She and Joey moved in with me. We never married, but Shirley and I were together for over thirty years before she died of cancer. Wonderful and wild times I had with that woman!
Joey, he married Kip's little girl, Penny, and they had a slew of kids. Seems she liked being peggo and Grampa liked it too, as over the years she provided him a steady supply of little ones to corrupt.
Chad graduated from college with honors, but got killed soon thereafter in a motorcycle accident. His friend, Pete, I lost touch with years ago.
Green Oaks? I retired there and took over for Old Joe and maintained the smoker. Riding around in my golf cart the other day, I couldn't help but notice that everything was the same now as it was forty years ago or so when I first worked there. The naked women, naked men and naked kids were fresh faces, but they are still the same as the folks back then, except my playmates of old have all grown old or have gone to the other side; that and the fact that the cars and trucks now all look the same these days.
Happily I get my ancient tool polished on occasion... It's amazing what an ice cream or a candy bar can buy you in a place like this.
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