For the next three years my nakedness was confined to the gym showers, our backyard pool or my bathroom and bedroom. It seemed that everyone who knew I was a nudist had forgotten or moved away. As a sophomore I was focused on studying, diving and gymnastics. My sister graduated. She and her friend Millie were often topless by our pool. Seeing girl’s boobs held little interest to me but I didn’t care if they saw me naked.
My studies were important because I wanted to get into the University of Florida on a sports scholarship which required good grades. I seemed to plateau with my diving but had no trouble staying on the team. At most meets I placed but rarely did I get enough points to win first place. I liked gymnastics the best. My strongest skills were on the single bar, the rings and floor exercise. I liked my teammates and they liked me. Often we got together at someone’s house for cards or to watch a movie.
I wanted to invite the guys over for a pool party. I discussed the idea with my parents who were more than happy to host the group. I was hesitant since I didn’t know if the guys would like a naked pool party even though we were naked in the showers almost every day after practice. I invited them over on a Saturday after a meet. My group plus a couple of other guys accepted. Mom ordered pizza and soft drinks.
When the first two guys arrived they asked where they could change. I said, “I hoped we could be naked since my pool is private.”
The guys looked at each other, “Hope your Mom and Dad don’t catch us.”
“I know it may seem strange but my family swims naked all the time.”
“OK, if you know it’s alright. We still have to leave our clothes someplace.” I led them to my bedroom and returned to wait for the others. John and Jason came out wrapped in towels as I showed three other fellows my room. On this trip I left my clothes on the bed, too. I intentionally didn’t wrap myself and the three guys followed my lead. I heard the doorbell and assumed Dad would let the guys in and show them my bedroom. Those guys came onto the deck with swimming suits on. When they saw that the rest of us were naked they stripped off their suits.
We started by playing volleyball with four guys on a side. That was followed by a rousing round of ‘horse’. I heard the doorbell and shortly Mom brought the pizzas out when we were in the pool. I jumped out to open the big bottles of soda. As soon as Mom left the guys crowded around to grab pieces of pizza and fill their cups with ice and soda. Standing around naked was natural for our group. John, who was our best guy on the rings, said, “Guys, I was approached the other day by two girls who are the student newspaper’s photographers.”
Jason, our best athlete on the floor, asked, “What’d they want?”
“They wanted to take pictures of us doing our routines in the nude.”
There was a collective, “No, way.”
I said, “I don’t want my dick seen all around the school.”
John continued, “They told me it was for a class project and would only be seen by their photo advisor. I told them I would do it. Will anyone join me?”
There was silence until I said, “I’ll do it since I think my body looks pretty good.”
There was murmuring until I asked, “John, have you asked the coach if he would allow us to use the gymnastics room.”
“I have and he is checking with Mr. House, the assistant principal.” I smiled knowing we were going to get the approval. I was sure Mr. House and Mr. Fletcher would be there to supervise the photo shoot.
A few days later John reported that we were approved for a Saturday when there wasn’t a meet. John met with the two photographers and told them that there would be trouble if their pictures got distributed around school. They agreed. I secretly hoped the pictures would be leaked.
On the designated Saturday, as I suspected, Mr. House and Mr. Fletcher were there to unlock the gymnastics room and turn on the lights. John, myself, Eldon and Jason agreed to be photographed doing our exercises. The two girls, one tall with multiple pierces in each ear and raven black hair, was accompanied by a short stubbed girl with tats on both arms and purple finger nail polish. Each girl had a camera. When I saw the girls I couldn’t believe they were photographing us only for art. I suspected neither had ever seen a boy’s stuff. By the time the girls finished shooting there wasn’t any part of our bodies that wasn’t captured by their camera lens.
The shoot took about forty-five minutes. They thanked us as we stood wrapped in towels. After they left we showered and got dressed as Mr. House and Mr. Fletcher watched. Mr. House offered to take us for burgers and fries which we accepted. John shared with him our insistence that the photos remain private. I saw Mr. Fletcher smile because he suspected, as I did, that wouldn’t happen. I was correct but the pictures that circulated were artistic pictures with little of our stuff showing. We were celebrities for a few weeks. I was relieved that no explicit pictures of assholes and dicks surfaced. I suspected Mr. House had warned the girls. I liked the spotlight on my body and so did my team mates. The guys who didn’t join us were jealous of the attention we received. Mom and Dad seemed pleased that I was so comfortable with my body. They were also pleased that my grades were so good.
Before the end of the school year we had several other pool parties including one at night when we invited girls. Four of the prettiest cheerleaders accepted my invitation. My Mom and Dad were skeptical but agreed that the girl’s parents know that they would be home chaperoning. None of the girls got completely naked which was like my sister, Beth and her friend.
During the co-ed party I paid close attention to the location of the attendees. I noticed when John and Melanie, who I used to despise, disappeared for a while. I didn’t know where they went but suspected they did more than talk. When they returned John had eye liner on his cheek and his dick was half extended. No one commented. Mom insisted the party end at ten-thirty. John stayed over. When we were in bed he told me he was a virgin before the party but wasn’t now. I wished I could say the same but girls didn’t interest me that much.
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I had a fairly good year of gymnastics my junior year. As I started my senior year Mr. Jenkins, the gymnastics coach, seemed confident that I had a good chance at a scholarship. He and Mr. House wrote positive recommendations to accompany my application. On several occasions after school started I would go pick Will up because I had my own car. He was younger than me so didn’t have his driver’s license. Will would come over for the weekend since his father was dating a woman and liked privacy. Will was happy to be able to stay at our house.
On his second time over I was in the shower and he opened the shower enclosure door and walked in. I knew he wanted to be more than a friend. I welcomed him and we had a good time washing each other. That led to getting in bed together for kissing, then mutual sucking. He surprised me when he asked me to lick his ass. I almost refused but knew he was clean. I was interested to see what the licking was like. From the moment my tongue touch his wrinkled hole he jumped. He liked what I did. His dick wasn’t soft when he turned over so I decided to ride his hard member. I put on a condom and stood over his extended member before slowly moving downward onto him.
The pain was intense but momentary. Will began to buck up and down with his hips. Before he or I were ready he deposited his sperm into the condom. He said, “Dammit.” He grabbed my dick and rubbed with anxious expectation of a warm, white sperm bath. He got what he wanted in less than five minutes. That was only the first time we had sex that weekend. I liked it and I know he did.
I didn’t think of myself as gay but had to admit that girls didn’t interest me much. While Will was fun to be with I didn’t feel that we really were emotionally in the same place. He was a fun sex partner but I couldn’t see our relationship going further.
In February I received a letter informing me that I was awarded the tuition-only scholarship. That meant I had to work to help pay my other expenses. With my father’s help I was able to get a summer job with a contractor who poured concrete foundations, sidewalks and driveways. The work was hot and strenuous but my muscles got more defined. I rarely thought of going to the gym.
After almost three months of hard work I was looking forward to going to Gainesville to start school. I was staying in the jock dorm. I had to deal with Will’s disappointment for not rooming with him. I was matched with another gymnast whose name was Kevin Lin. Kevin was on scholarship, too. He was from Northern California where he was an all-state gymnast on floor exercise. He was quiet and told me being reserved was normal for Asians. I was happy he wasn’t shy about being naked.
Our suite mates were two African-American fellows from Jacksonville. They were runners rather than gymnasts. We didn’t see much of each other because of class and workout schedules. Our first collegiate meet was scheduled for the first week in December. From then until early April we were busy. Both Kevin and I were having academic success. At the early meets neither Kevin nor I scored high enough to win but we were pleased with our standings. Kevin was very smart and was able to help me with calculus. He didn’t need my help with any of his subjects.
When the gymnastic season was over we had a month left in the semester. I was planning on going back to construction but really wasn’t looking forward to it. Kevin was going to California and wasn’t planning to work. He discussed his plans for cycling up north into Oregon and Washington. That sounded better to me rather than working with concrete. On evening as we sat at our desks I said, “What would you think if I came with you on your cycling trip?”
“I’d love to have you as traveling companion. Why don’t you travel out in late June and plan to stay until school starts. You can stay at my house when we aren’t traveling.”
“I need to speak to my parents. I think they are pleased with my grades and will agree.” I was correct except Dad reminded me of my need to make some money to help defray college expenses. That meant I went home immediately after finals and started working with the contractor who knew I would only be with him for six weeks. We were so busy that the time disappeared. I was totally exhausted when I got on the plane to fly to San Francisco.
Kevin had been able to locate a light weight bike for me. I spent a week at Kevin’s home before we were scheduled to depart on our trip. His parents were physicians at the University of California Medical Center and weren’t home much. Kevin’s grandmother and two younger sisters were there. I stayed with Kevin in his room. He and I shared his queen-sized bed. When I would touch his leg or arm in the night I noticed that he didn’t pull away.
On my third day with Kevin we did a fifty mile trip to the east of their home in Berkeley. I really liked the reconditioned Trek bike Kevin found for me. We took full saddle bags to simulate what we would be pedaling. It was tough so be both decided to scale back what we would be carrying. We also decided that we would not camp unless we absolutely had to. I could tell Kevin’s parents were not totally comfortable with us cycling. At the last minute Kevin’s father said he preferred if we drove Kevin’s car rather than cycle.
When Kevin told me I was disappointed but knew that California highways in the direction we would be traveling would be busy. Reluctantly, we agreed with his parents and loaded Kevin’s Toyota Rava. We followed our preliminary plan to drive to Sonoma to get us out of the Oakland congestion. We couldn’t find a cheap hotel since it was summer so we had reserved a rustic campsite at the California State Park, called Bothe-Napa Valley, a few miles sound of Calistoga. We had a tent on a platform and a pod to use for a toilet. We figured we could deal with the inconvenience for two nights.
Kevin wanted to go to one of the Calistoga spas to experience the hot mud baths. I thought it sounded weird but was willing to try. The next morning we packed most of our gear in a lockable box that was at the campsite and drove into Calistoga to find a spa with the hot mud. There were several to pick from. We knew this was going to be a spurge based on our planned expenditures but Kevin really wanted to do it. It was a unique experience being covered up to your neck in what was more like slimy wood pulp before you were hosed off with high power jets of hot and then cold water. What followed was a relaxing massage before you were allowed to sleep for thirty minutes.
When we were finished we both felt dizzy but relaxed. We decided to share a pizza before getting in the car for our drive to the grocery store before returning to the campground. As we walked into the grocery store a muscular, bearish fellow in his mid-fifties approached us. “You fellows enjoy the spa?”
Kevin looked at him suspiciously, “Yes, we didn’t see you.”
“I’m the guy that hosed you off after your mud bath.”
Kevin smiled, “That was an interesting experience.” I waited for the fellow to say something.
“Where are you staying?”
“We’re camping out at the state park tonight and driving on tomorrow.”
“I don’t mean to be nosey but you might consider a night or two at the new B & B where I am working giving massages. It’s over in Guerneville about forty miles from here. The facility has a private backyard with a lap pool.”
I said, “Thanks for the invitation but I’m sure it is more expensive than we want to spend.”
“Let me call the owner and see what he would charge you since its midweek.” He turned not waiting for our response. We looked at each other waiting for the fellow. When he returned he said, “The owner said you could have a room with one queen bed for a hundred bucks a night if you depart Friday morning.” We looked at each other and nodded our heads.
As we drove back to the campground we agreed that sleeping in a bed was preferable to sleeping on a cot in a tent. We tried the internet and while the signal was weak we found the B & B website in Guerneville. The website said: A Russian River B & B. named Quiet Waters B & B with a tag, “The Jazziest Place Around.” We didn’t know what that meant but were interested to find out.
I called the next morning and spoke to a fellow who gave us directions and confirmed the rate for the three days we would be there. When we arrived we found a large two story wood framed house with shake shingles painted dark green. In front and to the side were six parking spaces but only two were occupied. We pulled into a space closest to the door. The house appeared to have been recently painted as had the fence which enclosed the backyard. We were greeted by a short, muscular guy who introduced himself as Donnie.
I knew if we hadn’t gotten the hundred dollar rate we couldn’t afford to stay in this place which was beautifully decorated in a masculine way. Donnie walked with us by a piano to the picture window that looked into the backyard which had both a lap pool and a hot tub. There was an older man sitting in one of the lounge chairs reading the newspaper. Donnie said, “He’s a doctor in Guerneville and one of the owners. Follow me and I’ll show you your room.”
As described by the spa guy the room was small with one queen-sized bed. It had its own small bathroom which was adequate for us. After we deposited our backpacks in the room we asked Donnie to recommend a place to have lunch. He suggested three options but told us there were going to be wine and snacks at 4 o’clock. We didn’t tell him we weren’t old enough to legally drink and he didn’t ask.
By the time we returned from lunch the air temperature was warm. There was no one around the pool so we decided to swim. Donnie told us the pool and hot tub were clothing optional so we shouldn’t be concerned about being naked. Once we were in the water two older fellows came onto the pool deck. One was the physician we had seen in the morning. Both men were in their late thirties and in reasonably good shape. The doctor didn’t smile but his partner was friendly. We stayed in the pool for a while before getting into the hot tub. The men joined us for easy conversation. The doctor asked about us. We told him we were roommates at the University of Florida and that we were both on the gymnastic team.
While we were in the hot tub the doctor explained that he and his partner, Daniel, were building a house next door. He explained that since owning the B & B the house next door was badly damaged in a fire. He explained that they were able to buy the property to build their private home. He invited us to tour the home with him and Daniel the following morning. We accepted the invitation before excusing ourselves to take a nap since neither of us had slept that well in the tent.
We joined the Brad, the doctor, and Daniel plus two other men in their fifties for wine and snacks at four. Daniel invited us to join he and Brad for dinner. The four of us left for dinner at seven. The doctor mentioned that there would be music by Donnie when we returned and encouraged the other men to join us.
After dinner we returned to B & B. Donnie was already sitting naked at the piano. He announced that everyone was welcome to join him. Brad and Daniel got naked as we did. The older couple joined us in short robes. Donnie got towels for each of us to sit on since he didn’t want stains on the new, tan leather furniture. He lowered the light dimmer and began to play quietly at first. The music was jazzy but relaxing the longer he played. The pace picked up and he never turned even though every now and then one of us would applaud. He stopped after twenty minutes to use the bathroom before continuing. Shortly after ten Kevin and I got into bed which so much better than the cot in the tent.
When we came into the breakfast room the next morning we saw the masseur who told us about the Quiet Water B & B. He introduced himself as Todd and was friendly as he had been when we met him in Calistoga. We invited him to sit with us because we were the only people in the room. Dressed in white shorts and white knit shirt his muscular build was very evident. I guessed seeing his hairy arms that he was hairy all over. After a little small talk he said, “Do you boys want a massage?” Both Kevin and I hesitated. He added, “Don’t worry about my charge I will make sure you enjoy the experience. With some apprehension we agreed. He said he would teach us how to do a two-man massage. We agreed to meet him at ten-thirty in a room he pointed to. When Brad entered the room Todd went to sit with him.
Neither Kevin nor I knew what to expect. We both showered and got ready for the massages. We didn’t bother to dress and put on two short robes and slippers that were provided in our closet. The door to the massage room was open. Todd was not around but the massage table was cloth covered as was the head support. We stood waiting to Todd to appear. He came in smiling and closed the door. He turned a speaker on for soft music. He said, “Kevin, you first, lie face down on the table.” Kevin seemed unsure but slipped off his robe. Todd said, “Mark, you and I will be naked as well. We want Kevin to be comfortable.” I laid my robe next to Kevin’s as Todd undressed.
Todd’s body was covered by fine black hair even on his shoulders. He had substantial balls hanging below his long, soft dick. He moved to the opposite side of the table and said, “Mark, do what I do and we will give Kevin double pleasure.” Todd covered his hands and mine with oil before placing his hands on Kevin’s right shoulder. I did the same on Kevin’s left shoulder. We slowly worked our way down to Kevin’s ass. Todd ran his hand down Kevin’s crack and he motioned for me to do the same. I wasn’t sure Kevin would like it but I followed Todd’s lead.
After both of us seductively played with Kevin’s hole we moved down his legs to his feet. Todd had Kevin turn over which Kevin did without mentioning that his small Asian dick was hard and sticking straight out. Todd and I returned to Kevin’s shoulders. My dick was no longer flaccid but Todd’s was. We worked on Kevin’s chest and arms before moving to his middle. After kneading his thighs and gently touching Kevin’s balls Todd reached over and took my right hand and put in on Kevin’s dick. Kevin opened his eyes and looked at me. I didn’t sense disapproval so I began to rub up and down on his uncut, hard dick. Todd’s hand cupped Kevin’s balls with one hand and slipped the other hand down into Kevin’s hole.
Slowly I moved up and down because I liked what I was doing and didn’t want Kevin to cum too quickly. Unfortunately, that didn’t work because she shot a stream straight into the air in less than five minutes. I continued to stroke him which caused him anguish but I didn’t stop. He didn’t move as Todd wiped the cum off with a small towel. By this time Todd’s dick was sticking straight up. Todd stepped away for a drink of water. He offered me a glass which I was happy to take.
Kevin thanked both of us. Todd suggested that we would do my massage after lunch. We agreed to meet at one-thirty. Kevin and I went to the In and Out drive-in for lunch. When we returned it was my turn I laid face down on the table. I was nervous hoping Kevin would do for me what I did for him.
The difference was Todd and Kevin stood close together on the same side of the table. The massage progressed the way I wanted it to. When I turned over I noticed that Todd put his hand on Kevin’s butt several times as Kevin was stroking me. Todd slipped a finger in my butt hole and touched a part of me that made me cum almost as soon as Kevin touched my dick. The most interesting feeling was having Todd’s finger deep in my ass hole.
When we were finished Kevin fished two twenties and a ten dollar bill out of his robe as a tip for two fantastic experiences. Todd seemed surprised but happily accepted the money. We went back to our room to take a nap before the wine and snacks. We didn’t talk about the massage except to thank each other for the great experience. I really couldn’t tell what Kevin thought until he said, “I love Todd’s body. He’s too cool.”
I was surprised that Todd was around when we had wine and snacks. Donnie joined us. Kevin and Todd sat on the couch as Donnie and I sat on side chairs. Todd frequently put his hand on Kevin’s leg before putting his arm around Kevin’s shoulders. I wondered if he was suggesting more than friendship with Kevin. As we were finishing Todd said to Kevin, “I’m staying the night in the room across from the massage room. Why don’t you come over after dinner?”
Kevin didn’t answer but I knew he would accept Todd’s invitation. After dinner we were driving back to the B & B. Kevin said, “Hope you don’t mind if I spend a little time with Todd.”
“I could tell this afternoon when he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.”
“Don’t be jealous but I would like to know what it is like to be with an older, bearish guy.” Instead of coming to our room he went directly to Todd’s room. I was watching a rerun of an ESPN broadcast of a woman’s gymnastics event when he entered.
Smiling, which is something Kevin rarely did, he said, “I really liked when Todd fucked me with that big dick of his. I didn’t think I could take it but he loosened me up before carefully pushing into my ass. It felt so good. He wanted me to sleep with him but I said I needed to get back.”
Feeling a bit jealous and irritated I said, “You should have stayed if you wanted to.”
“He wants us to stay longer than Friday and said we could live with him at his apartment.” I was beginning to think our trip to Oregon was going to be aborted but didn’t say anything. I didn’t sleep well but Kevin was quiet and slept soundly.