Pee Wee’s Nudist Adventure In 1961

Literotic asexstories – Pee Wee’s Nudist Adventure In 1961 by erectus123,erectus123
I have always been a nudist. Only recently have I been able to flaunt my pubic staff in public. Having finally been accepted into college, I decided to look for summer employment before starting my freshman year. ‘The Reaper,’ an employment sheet like Craig’s, listed various job offerings.

One classified ad caught my eye:

“Nudist Camp needs several go-to people to help run a summer retreat in Red Bank, New Jersey. Good pay. Call for details…”

I called the phone number and left my name and address and two days later I received a letter with a plethora of details. The job required the employee to be nude during their work schedule and on the premises unless they worked in the restaurant. The exception was for sanitary reasons or to protect one’s privates from flying hot grease. A safety garment was suggested.

The pay was a very healthy $2.50 an hour, a high hourly rate in 1961. The job was between 40-45 hours depending on need. Room and board were included.

(In 1961, the minimum wage was $1 per hour and cigarettes cost an average of 26¢ per pack including tax)

I looked carefully at their prospectus, to see if there was a requirement for minimum penis size or bra measure. There was none. However, there was a caveat, “if you have unattractive or mis-sharpened private parts you might want to save yourself the embarrassment of working in the nude, but it will not hinder your chance at employment.

That seemed fair and reasonable. I assumed my private parts were normal, although not ‘super-sized.’ My cock was healthy and well-shaped. My two large balls locked tight below my dick, made the apparatus look like a military cannon.

Just to be sure, I undressed and examined myself in the mirror. No unattractive or misshapen private parts, a modestly muscled body, a 7 1/2 inch erect penis, and two large hairy balls.

I turned to the mirror, saying, “Nothing to laugh at, but if someone finds my body funny, laugh all you want, I don’t give a shit.”

SUMMER EMPLOYMENT

I filled out the questionnaire with my vitals and a few references. I left out my last job where I was fired for canoodling with the boss’s daughter. Despite my lack of certainty of being a nudist camp employee, I was accepted. Work was to start immediately. Employees were required to get the campsite ready for the season. I shook my dick a few times like the proverbial ‘lamb’s tail,’ and packed my suitcase. I didn’t think I needed much clothing, but movement off campsite would require street clothes.

I checked with the Greyhound Bus company. They had a bus route to Red Bank which would take me near the camp. One of my buddies, Larry, offered to drive me to the downtown bus terminal the next day, but that night Fletcher and Larry suggested a going away party, and they took me out for a pizza. We all got a little drunk.

Gilda, a sexy waitress at the Pizza Place, who we knew well, was coaxed by Fletcher into giving me a goodbye blow job out in the parking lot. As I stood there with my pants at my knees and my naked ass wedged against Fetcher’s car, looking at my cock in Gilda’s open mouth, and her low-cut blouse revealing her ample cleavage. I reached out to feel her tits, but she pushed my hand away. I came much too quickly and rather than swallowing it, Gilda spit it out and the cum landed partly on my brown leather shoes. I thought she was servicing me out of the goodness of her heart. I said so as we drove away, but Fletcher admitted he gave her twenty dollars.

The next morning, as promised, my two friends gave me a lift to the Greyhound bus terminal in mid-New York City. I purchased my ticket, and thanks to Gilda; I was on my way with a partly empty ball sack.

Red Bank is on the southern bank of the Neversink River in northern Monmouth County, New Jersey. It is about twenty-four miles south of the tip of Manhattan.

(For security, the exact location, names, and details of the 1961 nudist camp have been changed to respect their privacy.)

Red Bank Campsite was an adult nudist camp. Children were not permitted. Most modern-day campsites are family-oriented, but this was not true in 1961. I thought that was a good idea as children are both a distraction and cock blockers to adult romance.

RHONDA ON THE BUS

I boarded the Greyhound Bus and sat beside an attractive dark-haired woman, probably in her mid-twenties. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt bristling with her two taut nipples. When she asked where I was headed, I said,

“I’m supposed to start work at the Red Bank Nudist Colony.”

“What a coincidence,” she answered, “So am I.”

“Do you know anything about it,” I asked.

“Well, I’ve stayed at various other camps, but I’ve heard some interesting stories about Red Bank. I thought I’d go there and mix summer employment with a good tan. Let me warn you, keep your privates out of the sunshine as your cock can get burned off with the strong rays of the summer sun.”

The gal’s name was Rhonda. As we conversed, she interrupted me to ask,

“Do you have a big ‘schlong?'”

“What’s that?”

“A big dick.”

“Not really. When it’s flaccid it doesn’t look like much, but it’s a grower. When it hits 7 or 7 1/2 inches it’s formidable, nice, and thick like a fat cigar.”

“Could I see it? It sounds like my favorite cigar brand. Here, hide it under the newspaper and give me a peek.”

“Sure, but I hope you’re not intending to give me a blow job, after last night my jizz reservoir arrow is pointing low?”

“No, not here, but once we arrive at the camp, I’d gladly try your cigar on for size.”

“No need for that.”

“I could jerk you off right now if you’d like.”

“I’m ok for now. Here, take a look.”

I unzipped quietly so the old folks seated behind us would not catch on. I struggled to unbutton the big brass button at the top of my new jeans. Rhonda covered my privates with her newspaper. My exhibition must have excited me. My dick started to grow when Rhonda leaned over to look.

“Oh, that’s a very nice cock. When we are not working, I’ll be glad to suck you off.”

“Thanks, Rhonda, but I’m more into fucking than oral.”

“Sure, I understand. I’m on the pill, so you can fuck me as well.”

(note- “The Food and Drug Administration approved the first oral contraceptive in 1960. Within 2 years of its initial distribution, 1.2 million American women were using the birth control pill, or the “pill,” as it is popularly known”)

“Well, thank you, Rhonda, that sounds good,” I said,

“You know, the young wives will be anxious to holster your dick in their pussies. You’ll have to save a fuck for me before they wear you out. You can expect at least three or four females will hit on you each day.”

“That many?”

“Let me explain something to you,” said Rhonda, leaning closer so I could smell her fragrance cologne, “In Europe, sex is not a part of nudism, it happens, but it’s not the reason for the nudist movement. Some nudist camps, like Red Bank, are sex clubs. People come here to fuck around, to watch their wives get fucked, and to fuck as many nudist girls and guys as they can get it up for.”

“A guy with a big dick will get worn out. They will be the first to go home, exhausted. A guy with a nice dick like yours will have plenty of fun and sex enough to last the summer. The demands on the guys with big dicks, the 9-12 inch guys, are just too great. The gals will want to suck and fuck them all day long. Forget the night. If any 12-14 inch guys arrive at the camp, the young women will follow their cock like the pied pipers. The older women will hesitate, fearing the guy’s jumbos will bust their pussies.”

By now, Rhonda had folded the newspaper, and I’d zipped up. As I looked out the window from the Greyhound Bus, we passed a sign, ‘Red Hook 1 mile’ and the driver intoned, “Reeeed Hoooook,” on his microphone, “Red Hook commming up. If you are disembarking please get ready. Check your surroundings to make sure you leave nothing behind. And please, if you have any garbage, bag it and take it with you. There are discard cans at the bus stop for your convenience.”

The bus pulled to a stop at the center of the little coastal village and there was a small bus with a sign on it – ‘Nudist Beach.’

THE PENIS TATTOO GUY

Ronda and I got off the Greyhound bus. We collected our suitcases from the underside of the big bus and carried them onto the yellow bus parked nearby headed for the nudist camp.

“You must be employees,” said the driver, “The camp isn’t open yet. It will be open in a few days.”

“Yep, we’re the labor force,” I said.

“Great,” said the tattooed guy, looking at Rhonda’s rocket nips, “Wait till you see my dick tats when the place opens.”

Ronda’s eyes perked up, “Maybe you can give me a quick peek before the opening, like now.”

“Sure little lady, as soon as we arrive, I’ll pull over and show you both my grapes of wrath, maybe it will tickle your fancy pussy.”

A few minutes later the bus squeaked to a stop on the side of the road. Rhonda ran forward.

“Let me see your tattooed dick,” she sighed. The big guy unbuttoned before I could get off the little bus, and was showing off his cock tats to Rhonda while I waited in the aisle to pass.

“Hey Mister, you wanna take a look? No charge.”

“No thanks, I’m not into cocks or cock tats.”

“Ah, come on, take a quick look.”

“Ok, I walked a few steps closer to the driver and leaned forward pressing my cock against Rhonda’s plump ass.

“Yeah,” I said, looking over her shoulder, “Nice job, and it’s a pretty cock, circumcised and all, with a jungle garden around it and flowers growing up the shaft blooming on the cock’s head. Yeah, you should be proud. If you die you should donate it to the Museum Of Modern Art.”

“Really, they collect stuff like this?”

Rhonda cut me off, “I’d suck that cock any day of the week.”

“How about you blow me now before you go to the nudist campsite,”

said the driver.

“Sure,” said Rhonda, “You got any jizz left in ya?”

“Oh yeah, my balls are filled but once the tourists arrive, I’ll be at zero. I haven’t been blown for 2 days, so honey, knock yourself out.”

Rhonda opened wide and got to work.

“If we are not too far,” I asked, “I’ll walk the rest of the way.”

The driver, somewhat involved at the moment, indicated with his finger that the camp was just around the bend. I squeezed past Rhonda’s ass in her tight shorts. She was now on her knees, blocking the aisle and making a pretty loud slurping sound as she mouthed the technicolor dick.

“Enjoy,” I said as I passed the two of them. Rhonda must have stopped sucking for a moment as I heard her say,

“Oh shit, I promised him a BJ today.”

“Fine,” said the driver, “But finish me off first. I don’t wanna get blue balls out of this blowie.”

“Heavens forbid,” said the cocksucker, “I’ll swallow all the cum you got, tat man,” and the slurping started up again.

“Take your time honey, you’re gonna be sucking for a while.”

“My pleasure,” said Rhonda, “take all the time you need.”

ARRIVAL AT THE NUDIST CAMP

I followed the yellow arrow signs that led from the stopped bus to a gravel path into the dense foliage. After a few minutes walk I arrived at a shiny chrome Airstream Trailer with electrical connections on the roof.

I climbed up the short shiny aluminum ramp and saw an older woman seated at a small desk. She looked up,

“What is your business here?”

“I’m Pee Wee, I received a letter hiring me for the summer nudist session.”

The older woman shuffled through a pack of yellow cards and pulled one out.

“Yes, here it is.”

She sat on a folding chair but was not completely nude. She had a loose t-shirt covering her breasts but from her waist down she was naked. Her belly fat hung down almost covering her pubic area. She apologized for hiding her large breasts,

“I got to keep the sun off my guns,” she explained. “But I like the fresh air to reach my nether regions. It’s my secret to good health. When I kept my cunt covered I was plagued with vaginal infections.”

“I’m sorry about that.” I didn’t mention her gunt.

“Well, it’s not your fault.”

“Yeah, you make sense,” I said, “Uh, can you tell me where I’ll be staying?”

She handed me a card with a cabin number.

“Now go into the director’s office and Yogi Don will fill you in on your duties, but I’d advise you to disrobe first. He gets pissed off if you aren’t naked.”

“Here,” she handed me a hemp bag to put my duds in. Before you go it is customary that you kiss me. I came closer. It wasn’t her face she wanted me to kiss. She spread her spindly legs wide and lifted up the roll of fat that covered her cunt. She pushed my face between her legs.

“Tongue me,” she said.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

She was pleasantly perfumed and her cunt was shaved. I never refuse a lady.

MEETING THE YOGI- MY BOSS

I was sure Rhonda would have done a better job, but I finished licking the older lady as quickly as possible and carried my clothing into the next office, a sizable cubicle behind the first. There, on a red and gold silk Persian rug, seated on his naked rump, was Yogi Don, the director.

He raised his head with an odd expression as if I was interrupting his meditation,

“You are?”

“Pee Wee, at your service, sir.”

“You are among friends, no need to use the ‘sir.’ We try to remain informal and eliminate any vestige of a slave society.”

“Now tell me,” said Yogi Don, standing up, “Am I a man or woman?”

Pee Wee looked closely. Yogi Don was the hairiest human I had ever seen.

“Well, what do you think?”

“Ok, your voice has the bass cadence of a man, that’s for sure, but you have so much hair I can’t tell if you have cock or a cunt. Your chest is likewise hairy but I see no sign of tits.”

“Very good,” said the Yogi, reaching between his legs and lifting what looked like a low-hanging log out of his hair nest.

“That’s a cock,” I said quickly, “You are a man.”

“Yes it is, would you like to touch it?”

“No, that’s okay, I’m more into cunts.”

“Have you ever fucked a butt or been butt fucked?”

“To be honest, in my time as an Eagle Boy Scout, after my 18th birthday, on a camping trip we did some fooling around.”

“That’s good, we prefer employees with sexual experience with both sexes.”

Then Yogi Don got very profound.

“Are you familiar with Heisenberg’s Uncertainty Principle?”

“We had a kid named ‘Heisenberg’ in Elementary school, but when we transferred to Junior High, he disappeared.”

“Yes,” said the Yogi, “this is a different Heisenberg. But we can take your Heisenberg as an example. The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle states that there is uncertainty in measuring a variable of a particle, or in your case, the young student named Heisenberg. Once we find where he has disappeared too, his future position and movement becomes uncertain.”

Wow, this discussion was way above my head, but I think I got a gist of what Yogi Don was trying to teach me about the nature of the universe.

“When you leave here and go out naked into the world, I want you to practice self-control,” said the Yogi.

“What do you mean?”

“Watch me.”

As I stared at Yogi Don, his tree truck appendage rose slowly like the morning sun, the hair that covered it in a tussle of curls seemed to straighten out and what before looked like a ragged tree trunk hidden in leaves, now looked like a rocket headed for the moon.

“Come closer Pee Wee.”

I was in awe of his ability. Not only to raise his mammoth tusk but to control the pubic hair around it.

“Reach out to touch it,” said the Yogi.

I didn’t know where this was headed, but I did as he commanded. His cock felt as if it was on fire, and it was as firm as a fire poker. Touching the Yogi’s cock was a powerful event. I felt trapped in a force field as if a bolt of lightning traveled from his cock right to my heart. The shock threw me off my feet and I lost consciousness.

I awoke several minutes later. I was on my back looking up at Yogi Don’s huge penis.

“Are you okay, my son?”

Looking up at his magical penis, I said, “You’re in good shape, sir,” as I struggled to get back on my feet.

“No ‘sir’ is needed.”

“You deserve infinite respect,” I said, “I hope you can teach me how to grow that thing?”

“Practice, practice my boy and you shall succeed. I spent ten years on a mountaintop in Tibet. My only companion was a white-bearded goat before I could master control of my body.”

“I wanna learn that stuff.”

“We will cover these ancient secrets in further lessons, one hour per week while you are employed here. Now go my son, and be at peace with the world, and let go of my cock before it burns you.”

I hadn’t realized I was still holding onto his giant baseball bat of a cock, but I released his penis immediately. I could see it was beginning to smoke.

“I think I’ve seen God,” I said.

“Oh no, God’s cock is much larger. Goodbye Pee Wee and welcome to Red Bank Nudist Camp. Go naked, pleasing yourself and our guests with your oneness–make me proud of your actions. Never refuse their requests, no matter how banal they may seem. Remember your little friend, Heisenberg, one never knows when or where he will appear.”

When I left Yogi Don’s office, the older lady said,

“Okay young man, here is your pass key, it’s electric and will allow you to go to any of the areas of the nudist park. Keep it on a chain around your neck, and you’ll be identified by security as being an employee. It’s how we keep our people safe.

She handed me a folded yellow paper with a map of the nudist park that bordered the ocean along the bottom. What is your name ma’am?”

“You can call me Marie”

“Okay,” smiling as I thought of how I’d been kissing her cunt moments before. I realized I’d found myself in a very wild place.

I took a moment to look at the map. “So this is the beach area,” I said pointing at the map.

“Yes, you’ve got that figured out very nicely,” said Marie, the lady with the nice-smelling cunt.

“Has Rhonda arrived yet, she was on the bus with me.”

“Oh yes, she has already seen Yogi. She’s in the bathroom gargling.”

My mind was scrambled by my transcendental encounter with hairy Yogi Don. I picked up the gunny sack containing my street clothes and carried my small suitcase in the direction of the bunkhouse.

The bunkhouse was only a few minutes away and to my surprise it was co-ed. There were several employees there, both men and women, all nude.

A bald, muscular guy introduced himself. “I’m Sergey.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Pee Wee. ”

“Nice cock,” pointing at me, “You’ve got circumcised?”

“No, it just looks that way, the foreskin is very tight.”

“Oh, we have guys with and without foreskin, it’s not a problem.”

An attractive woman approached me.

“My name is Marleen,” she said. Instead of shaking my hand, she grabbed my dick and moved it up and down. I guess I looked shocked but I was very interested.

“Oh, you probably didn’t know,” said Marleen, still squeezing my dick. “We don’t shake hands here, we do this, and she pumped my dick into a quick erection.”

“How do I greet a female?”

“You can gently put your finger between her legs or in between her butt cheeks. If she wants sexual stimulation she will indicate by shaking your Genush again.”

“That’s quaint. Thanks for the pump up.”

I reached behind her to grasp her butt. Her ass was warm and welcoming. I let my digit rest there a moment and pulled it back.

“Nice to meet you,” I intoned.”

“Oh, we are just getting started here for the summer session. I’m kind of busy today, I’m usually very horny. Cum and see me, and bring your lovely Genush. I have a secret place where you can put him.”

I laughed at her comment; I understood Genush, the Elephant God, was a euphemism for penis.

“Where do I sleep,” I asked.

A short plump guy must have overheard me as he quickly approached.

“My name is Runion, I’m the bunkhouse captain. That will be your bunk,” he pointed at the bed against the wall, under the window. “We put newcomers next to the window in case they fart.”

“Usually my ass is quiet.”

“Well, let’s hope so.”

“Now you have an option. You can sleep in your bunk, or here in the middle of the room in the ‘Cluster’ on the gym mats.”

“What is the ‘Cluster?'”

“It’s where we sleep together. It’s quite nice, like brothers and sisters. The mats are quite comfy, although they can scratch your privates. You can use a towel or blanket to avoid the friction burns.”

“I’ll remember that.”

“Is sex allowed?”

“Of course, as long as it’s consensual, or the person you’re fooling around with is asleep.”

I spent the rest of the day walking around, familiarizing myself with the camp layout. I got chummy with a small Asian guy who asked a lot of personal questions, but I stayed calm. He even asked me what my mother’s maiden name was. He followed me for most of the day, often holding hands with me, like a child. I didn’t take offense.

“What is your name,” I asked.

“Call me whatever you like and I will come to your side.” He reached for my cock and pumped it up and down.

“Today is my birthday,”he said.

“Pleased to meet you,” I countered. I reached down to shake his cock, but it was very tiny and not long enough to pump, so I just patted it gently.

“How old are you? Harry, I’ll call you Harry.”

“I’m 23, but I had health problems as a kid so my growth was stunted.”

“Wow, I’m sorry about that. You are older than me.”

“No worries, you’ll catch up.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, we are buds,” said Harry.

“This stunt that Yogi Don, the headman does…”

“What is that?”

“He can lift his cock, like it levitates. It’s quite large and hot and he can even control his curly pubic hair to straighten out.”

“Really,” said Harry, “I didn’t know that. If he did that for you, he must think you are very special.”

“Oh, I doubt that, I’m just like you and the other guys.”

“But your cock is so beautiful and larger than mine, but I don’t know how you can carry those huge balls around without fatiguing.”

“I never thought about it, but it’s no effort. Compared to the black guys in gym class I wasn’t something to write home about.”

“Say you,” said Harry, grabbing my cock and squeezing it again, “I think you are special.”

By now it was 5 pm and Harry took me to the mess hall which was like a cafeteria. You could pick whatever you liked to eat. There was a window where you could order a hot meal. Afterward, I tried some of the fruit pies or cobbler desserts; they were delicious. There was a soft ice cream machine as big as a refrigerator. It self-served three flavors of ice cream; chocolate, vanilla, and pistachio. There were plastic squeeze bottles with chocolate and caramel syrups. I admit I ate a little too much ice cream. When I squeezed the chocolate bottle it shot onto my chest and dripped south. Harry jumped forward to lick it up.

I was tired from all the traveling and retired to bed before the other people, but when I woke up the next morning little Harry was under the covers with his arms around my belly.

DESTINY CALLS – FINDING RHONDA

One nice thing about a nudist camp is you don’t have to get dressed in the morning. Just a quick brush of your teeth and a shower. I saw Rhonda, in the cluster, in a circle of arms and legs. She was just waking up,

“Hey guy, I owe you a blow job,” she shouted.

“That’s ok, the tat guy needed it more than me.”

“Did you ever see a cock in the middle of a tattooed jungle forest?” said Rhonda.

“Nope. Never. Must’a hurt like hell to tattoo the cock’s shaft.”

“Would you believe it,” said Rhonda, “His cum tasted like lemonade?”

“Sure, cum comes in many flavors based on the guy’s diet.”

“Oh, I guess so. See you later, it was Pee Wee?”

“Yes, it still is. My nickname is for the famous baseball player Pee Wee Reese. ”

“Oh yeah, gotcha.”

“Come over here and let me hold you,” said Rhonda.

I got her untangled from some blond beach bunny. Rhonda wasted no time playing with my cock, growing to its maximum size.

“I told you I liked your cock. Give me a few minutes to freshen up and we can go down to the shore for a morning swim, Pee Wee.”

After she came out of the bathroom, I followed Rhonda to the sandy beach shore. Rhonda didn’t seem to want to swim as much as she wanted to have sex. She embraced me. We tumbled into the soft sand My dick seemed to have a mind of its own. Before I knew how I got there, I was deep in Rhonda’s honey pie humping her like I was afraid she’d get up and run away.

“Slow down hon, make it last.”

“I’m too far gone, I can’t hold back, Rhonda, You know I’ve wanted you from the very first day. I’m going to cum!”

“Let the fire fly, my pussy juices will quench any fire.”

“I let go of any reserve I had. My swollen cock got off multiple cum wads that wall-papered the inside of Rhonda’s tight twat.”

“I’m coming,” she cried out in a loud voice, as my jizz filled her up. I was pleased we were both climaxing.

Someone down on the beach mimicked Rhonda, repeating her exclamation. “I’m cumming too, hahaha.”

“Oh be nice,” said Rhonda in a loud voice as our bodies fused, as destiny had demanded from the first moment I sat next to her on the bus.

“I knew it was going to be great fucking you.”

“That’s nice of you to say. I’ll be here for you whenever you want me,” and Rhonda smiled with her thin lips and white perfect teeth. Not just today but always.

“How do you get your teeth so white,? I asked.

“It must be from all the blowjobs, cum whitens.”

“Which reminds me, you still owe me a promised blow job.”

“We better get back to the bunkhouse, a new day is dawning.”

A NEW WORKDAY BEGINS

“Ok, guys and girls,” shouted Runion, “Gather round for today’s chores.”

As the newest guy on the team, I got the toilet detail, but the communal bathroom was pretty clean. I used Clorox to eliminate the slight odor of pee. When I finished, Runion inspected my work and seemed pleased. The summer heat was beginning, and I was sweating.

There was a class for all new employees that I was required to attend in the afternoon. It was run by the head lifeguard and one of the camp counselors. They dealt with stuff that was mostly common sense. What to do if a visitor passes out? The need to warn people to use sunscreen and to make sure a lifeguard was present when they went swimming.

Harry accompanied me to the class, and commented, “The lifeguards are big guys, with huge cocks and muscles.”

The meeting had just begun, and the leader continued, “How do you remove an anal vibrator plug that disappears and goes south? He suggested, “Tell them to try shitting it out.”

“What do you do when a guest turns red from an overdose of Viagra?” “Give them water and if he has a hard-on try to jerk the guy off.”

I thought there must be an anecdote, like what they give for snake bites.

“What if someone swallows a condom in the middle of a blow job?” “Wait for four to six hours and if it doesn’t appear, take Ex Lax.”

“Do you find the lifeguards attractive,” I asked Harry who could not take his eyes off the big guy.

“I’m happy with you, Pee Wee.”

Harry was on good behavior during the lecture, only grabbing my dick when the others clapped their approval at what the spokesperson was saying.

The camp opened to the public on the third day. I did whatever I was told. I was assigned various cleanup details, sweeping, and dusting. In the evening I was exhausted and retired after dinner to sleep in my bunk. Harry snuck in at night, but he was as quiet as a church mouse and never disturbed me. Sometimes I’d wake up with my boner in his mouth.

RUNION’S CONCERNS

Runion asked me, “Why aren’t you sleeping with the cluster sleepers.”

“I’ll get to it, but I’m not too sure if my asshole will hold up to some of these guy’s shenanigans.”

“But there is a lot of fresh wet pussy,” said Runion, “Most of the new staff that Yogi Don has chosen are very attractive nudists.”

“Yeah, give me time, I just like to know who I’m fucking or who’s fucking me. Once the lights go out, it could be anyone.”

“Sure,” said the cabin boss, “Please yourself. But I think Rhonda is sweet on you.”

“Yeah, we took the bus out here together. She seems like a nice person. Very giving, I saw her deep throat the bus driver. She’s an expert swallower.”

That comment seemed to perk up my boss.

“Is that a fact?”

“Oh, yeah, Runion, give her a try.”

“Will do. Expert you say.”

“In my modest opinion.”

MARLEEN ON THE BEACH

That same night there was a full moon. I was walking down to the beach watching the effect of the moon’s glow on the smooth sand when a voice rang out behind me.

“Pee Wee, where are you going?” It was Marleen, very nude and very beautiful..

“I’m headed down to the beach to watch the moonbeams and the fireflies.”

“Can I come with you?”

“Sure, but if you pump me up I’m sure to squirt.”

Marleen laughed. “Pee Wee, (by now I had a finger between her ass cheeks) I’d like for us to have sex.”

“I’d like that very much.”

We had arrived at the beach. Several nudists were involved in romantic undertakings. I sat down on the warm sand. Marleen fell on top of me and kissed me. She started licking my chest and pinching my nipples. My nipples have never been an erogenous zone but that night something changed and her tongue felt marvelous. As she worked her way down to my cock I whispered,

“I want to fuck you.”

“Then do it now, my pussy is so wet, it’s dripping.”

I covered Marleen with my body. Her breasts stuck to my chest as if we were glued together. I entered her pussy with all the length my penis could muster. I felt my cock was bigger and stronger since I’d begun to practice the Yogi exercises. Fucking Marlene was great. It felt as if my cock had become a snake and penetrated so deep inside her that it was as if we were one. My dick was tied in a knot somewhere deep inside her. I came twice. Marleen held me tight in a leg lock and never released her legs until she climaxed and finally squirted all over me. What a blast!

“We have to do this more often.”

“Yes, we must,” said Marleen.

“I didn’t know you were a squirter.”

“Neither did I,” she answered.

MY MEETING WITH YOGI DON

I was scheduled once a week to have a private conference with Yogi Don. He’d start our session with a baffling riddle. I never could figure them out but afterward, the Yogi would explain their significance. I saw Yogi perform miracles on more than one occasion. Through his mental agility, he was able to change the color of his hair from the usual dark black to white or even gray. Using mental gymnastics, the Yogi could use his cock to lift a small, but heavy, gray metal anvil that he kept on the floor near his desk.

When he did that stunt, I could see that his nearly transparent nut sack contained not two balls, but three or perhaps even more. I could never understand the purpose of the extra balls but some of the female employees suggested that was the reason the Yogi had a tremendous reservoir of sperm (ejaculate) and was said to have fathered many children kept at another camp.

One notable trick, or perhaps it was an illusion? Yogi could make his cock turn inside out and grow out his ass. I still don’t know how that was possible. But the stunt that impressed me the most was his classic disappearance. He’d wave a silk scarf in front of him. There he was, and then he was gone. I would search everywhere in his office and then I’d find him miniaturized as a statue on his desk. When I discovered him, I shouted, “there you are.” And the miniature statue grew into man size and there he was, laughing at me, saying,

“I’m a little like your friend Heisenberg.”

TIME PASSES

The summer began to pass, slowly at first, then it picked up speed like a cigarette boat running rum out of Cuba. Just as Rhonda had predicted, my dick was popular with the young married gals whose husbands only came to visit on weekends. That was when the wife’s pussies were off base. Even though I’d had sex with these women during the weekdays, I stayed away from them to avoid any suspicious thoughts by their jealous spouses.

MY SEX LIFE

I’d fucked so many ladies that I began to lose count. Let me relate a few of those I do recall:

My favorite was a young Asian wife married to an older successful writer. Shi-shi was her nickname. I was told it translated as ‘tiny pussy.’ I’m not sure this was an accurate translation but it was true. She was tiny!

This beauty took a fancy to me and would walk me into a wooded area where lovers tryst. I can’t count how many times I fucked her that first month. Eventually, I got used to her tiny vagina. I was afraid I was hurting her by her facial expressions when I kept hitting the back wall on deep thrusts. Her cunt was just too shallow for my dick, but getting in there was so much fun.

Not wanting to hurt her, I first started to work one finger, then two, and then three into her butthole. When the entry was wide enough, I began to ‘anal-ize’ her at my leisure.

“You very nasty man,” she said after the first time I butt fucked her, getting deep into her tush. Shi-shi never objected to me taking my pleasure upfront or through the back door. Lest I forget to mention, Shi-shi had gorgeous natural tits, near medium size. I’ll never forget her. After the first month, she and her elderly husband returned to Tokyo. I missed her more than anyone and still think of her now.

I enjoyed servicing a handful of young women several times a week, but I had no choice when requested to service older women. Stud service was part of the job. I could not refuse our older guests. I did enjoy this part of my job because those women were so grateful. If you close your eyes most pussy is similar, but some are more sloppy than others. The trick is to use enough lube on the older ladies, or else you’ll get a friction burn on your cock.

A randy old grandmother would ask me to help her get her rolling walker into her cabin. Once I’d get her inside she’d push the contraption away and get romantic.

“Fuck me, sweetheart,” shed implore me, “I’m old and my cunt is so empty.” She’d grab me by the balls and hang on until I agreed to please her. Her cunt wasn’t shaved like the young crowd, and she had enough hair to knit a shawl, but once she splashed some lube lotion on her twat, it offered as good a fuck as the twenty-year-olds.

One young bride, Mrs. Hudson, had a husband in his sixties or seventies. I walked to her cabin bringing his meds, which were delivered to the front gate. Once I got to the cabin door, Mrs. Hudson pulled me by my cock right into the cabin. She sat ass down on the kitchen table and spread her legs. I had no choice but to fuck her standing up, with her legs wrapped around me. In the mirror on the wall, I saw her elderly husband creep out with his cane

“Oh God, your hubby is here.”

“It’s ok, just ignore him. He likes to watch.”

I guess I put on quite a show because when I got up from her cum drenched pussy her husband handed me a fifty-dollar bill.

“There is no charge, sir, your wife is a lovely flower.”

“No, you take it,” he said, “You did a great job, you walled her flower.”

One middle-aged gent invited me back to his room to share a bottle of fancy cognac. I thought he was on the level, but once we had a few drinks, he started making grabs for my cock. I didn’t want to disappoint him as I knew he was an important guest, so I acquiesced. When he got in a doggy position I did what was expected and shoved my dick in his ass. There I was rooting around in his well-lubed ass hole, when his lover tip-toed out of the other room, wrapped his arms around my waist, and tried to shove his big cock right into my asshole.

“Hey, what the fuck. What are you doing?” I cried out.

They must have planned it. The guy I was fucking held my arms and his Russian lover kept his arms tight around my waist. There was no way I could escape my fate. That was the first time, fucking one guy and being fucked at the same time by his lover’s massive cock. It was not my plan, but it was a stimulating situation. I ejaculated twice before our threesome concluded, once in his lover and once as a result of the anal. His roommate seemed very pleased and whispered in my ear,

“Very few guys can cum as a result of an anal fucking.

With effort, I pulled free after the Russky came inside me. As I started to leave their cabin, with cum gushing out of my asshole, his partner called me back and handed me the rest of the cognac bottle. I took a long swig. My ass insides were burning, and that slug of the booze helped kill the pain.

Two middle-aged sisters, of Hungarian ancestry, blond, tiny-nosed, busty-over-the-hill beauties, stinking of perfume, invited me for a snack one night. They looked like the Gabor sisters I’d seen in old films, still attractive in their fashion.

I caught on right from the start that they wanted me to fuck both of them. I had never fucked two sisters before, let alone two women at the same time. I was intrigued. I spent a long time fucking the first sister but held back my cum shot as I figured my ball sack was near empty. When they traded places, I pulled out still hard and shoved my erection in her sibling’s pussy. In less than a minute I realized I could not contain myself and shot my load making lady number two a happy camper.

“It was a brief fucking,” she said in her foreign accent, “but you creamed me up like whip cream cake.”

Her sister added, “He fucked me good but I missed the money shot.”

“Next time I’ll fuck you second,” I offered.

I serviced the two sisters several times that summer hoping they would not issue any complaints. Eventually, in an early morning tryst, I was able to drop a modest load in each of them, a double cum date.

“You did it,” said one of the happy ladies, “I knew you could.” It sounded like that song from ‘My Fair Lady.’

BACK ON THE JOB

As for my sleeping arrangements, I still preferred to sleep in my bunk where Harry, a sort of ‘thumb sucker’ would service my dick whether I had a load left in me or not after all the broads I was fucking. Harry fell asleep many times with my dick in his mouth, but that is a chancy thing. On several occasions, I had to wake him as he was biting a little too hard into my penis.

One night Runion was adamant that I should try sleeping in the cluster. I was in a daisy chain fucking Rhonda when I looked back and saw Runion positioning himself to my rear. Now I understood why he wanted me in the cluster. I had my cock deep in Rhonda’s pussy when I felt Runion’s sizable throbbing dick right between my legs. I clamped my thighs together and thwarted his attempt to penetrate my ass, but he came like a sailor on shore-leave all over my thighs and ball sack.

I don’t know if he realized he never got inside me, and just as well. A few days later he said to me,

“Now I consider you to be one of my guys, I don’t consider you one of the team until I’ve fucked you.”

“Well you sure fucked me hard,” I lied, “but by the time you finished I was enjoying it.”

In the last few days of my employment, when the weather began to change, the nights grew longer and the evenings were chillier. I received a note requesting that I visit Yogi Don, the head of the nudist colony. I had often steered clear of him outside of his office, just greeting him when our paths crossed. I didn’t know why he wanted to see me, I still saw him once a week, but there he was, in the nude, his lumberjack cock resting between his hairy legs.

Don asked me many questions about my sexual experiences at the camp and my opinion of various facets of camp life. I guess this meeting was to sum up my impression of the camp. I was truthful in my answers. The interview went on for a very long time.

At a certain point, he asked me to stare into a spinning crystal he held on a string. I don’t know how he did it but I think that fucking guru hypnotized me. I don’t know what went on after that, but I know I was put into certain awkward positions and felt a terrible ass pain that passed slowly. Afterward, I realized that Yogi Don must have dug a hole in me with his giant wand.

I can’t prove it, but I thought I heard his voice as he lubed my rectum.

“Here lick the magic wand, tell me you want it inside you. Do you want it?”

He kept repeating. I was in this nether world dream state and I remember responding, “Do I want what?” then there was a red light in my eyes, and I remember saying with a weak voice,

“Yes dear God, do to me whatever you wish,” and something enormous passed between my thighs and battered its way inside me. His musical voice reassured me,

“Now we two are one. Are you content?”

I think so, I said, “Yes, I am dear God, just let me serve you any way you desire.”

I’m not sure of all the details of what happened, I was bundled into a blanket and an ice pack strapped to my ass. Runion and Harry escorted me back to the cabin and gave me some pungent drink I’d never tasted before. I must have soon fallen asleep.

I remember Harry saying, “You’ll be ok Pee Wee, You’ll be ok.”

And I remember Runion laughing, and saying,

“It looks like the boss man got his giant cock in your sweet ass.”

And that was all I remember, but the next morning when I woke up the blanket was red with crimson blood and my ass was sore for a week.

THE END OF THE SUMMER

If you ask, am I going back to work there next year? I doubt it, I think we have to move on in life, but I feel a strong attraction to be with Yogi Don, even to be impaled if that’s what he wants. I would never be able to resist the Yogi’s power over me. I’ve never felt that way about any other man. It’s like being desperately in love. Time will tell.

In my last pay envelope was an extra 100 dollar bill, one bill corner looked as if it was dipped in blood, I guess it was mine. The Yogi comes to NYC several times a year. He promised to send me free passes to his public sessions. He offered to let me stay in his hotel room on those nights. I probably will accept his generosity.

On the last day of camp, a lot of us exchanged phone numbers and addresses. Knowing how to find her, allowed me to visit Rhonda quite a few times. She has a gallery in the Village and a loft working space where we could smoke joints and fool around. It turns out she is an erotic artist and photographed and painted me in erotic scenes. She paints herself in as well.

Rhonda has a trick that few women can master. She can take your penis so deep in her mouth that even your balls are in there. As she moves back and forth her tongue prods your balls and when you come, watch out. It’s a great sexual feat.

Marlene said she is engaged and to call her from time to time, but she wants to let her pussy shrink down to its previous size so her fiance doesn’t realize what she’d been up to at the camp. She seemed to me to still be tight the last time we had sex.

Harry returned to the Pacific Palisades and encouraged me to vacation with him. Maybe I will. His parents have a cool place on the coast near Malibu. He wants to teach me surfing. I know he’d be happy if I visited but I feel that his affection is a kind of an infantile romance. I don’t know if it is a good idea, him always sucking my cock as if it was a pacifier.

Many of the married women gave me cards with their phone numbers before they left, but I was warned to stay away from ‘the married’ as their husbands can be less understanding. I’m not looking for any trouble.

The two older Hungarians invited me for tea and biscuits. They live in New Jersey. I know what they have in mind, but I believe a mercy fuck is a ticket into heaven. I went one time to see them and stayed the weekend. They invited their younger sister to participate in the threesome, she was a doll.

I gave Runion the wrong phone number as I didn’t want to see him outside of the camp. If I want to get my ass reamed I’ll spend the night with the guru. I know from experience that the Yogi can get the job done, and except for the afterpain, I won’t even know what he did. Somehow Runion got my real number and called once in a while to invite me out to dinner. He seems to have mellowed and become a member of one of the politically active queer groups. I guess I should go.

POST SCRIPT dated 2024

Many years have passed. Most of our crew are now of advanced age. Those of us who have survived still keep in touch. Runion, who became active in getting medical help for Aids victims passed during the 1980’s Aids epidemic.

Marlene had a fiancee and as she planned, they were married, but divorced five years later. I stayed in touch with her and after several dinner dates, we decided to try living together. We are still together. We married when our child was born, and we raised Marlene’s two kids from her first marriage, saw them through college, and into the start of successful lives. Our son never wanted to marry and still lives with us. He is a writer and has published two novels which found acclaim. In our old age, it is nice to have a family member nearby.`

Rhonda became a well-known erotic artist and her work was featured in Playboy for several years before the great magazine finished its run. The painting she did of her blowing me, was sold at a modern art auction for $227,000. Quite a compliment to her talent and my modeling. At the height of her success, several years ago, Rhonda was killed in a rock slide from a falling cliff while she was driving to her hideaway in Malibu. It took several days before her red Ferrari was unearthed. Rhonda was seated inside her convertible, her head was crushed by falling rocks.

Little Henry attended UCLA and became a dental surgeon. His small hands were perfect for some breakthrough surgical techniques. He eventually married and had several children. I get greeting cards from Japan every winter. where he spends the Christmas holiday. When he is teaching at UCLA, he tells me to come by for a check-up and any dental work I might need. If there is no one around he will pat me on my dick.

The tatted bus driver went out to Hollywood and with his tattooed cock became the centerpiece in many porno flicks. When his cock got worn out, he took the Los Angeles Bus Driver’s course and exam and passed with flying colors. By now he’s long retired. I met him by chance while he was driving a bus on Hollywood Blvd; it was on one of my rare bus rides.

As for the Guru Yogi Don, he is still alive and going strong into his nineties. I don’t visit him anymore, at my age I don’t want anyone near my ass. and my wife would not be pleased. There was a bit of a scandal twenty years back Several disciples accused the Yogi of hypnotizing them and taking sexual liberties. I can’t imagine how anyone but a ‘tight-ass’ could complain about that. Luckily a benefactor paid off their complaints and the case was dropped.

The old lady, Marie, who insisted I kiss her sweet-smelling cunt, passed on many years ago. Be warned, none of us live forever!

THE END

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