Bare Tales of Oakland Park: Diego's 21st birthday pool party (Part 1)
Diego takes a deep breath as he pulls up on his bike to the ranch style house near Commercial and Federal Highway in Oakland Park. It had been a long, grueling bike ride from the train station. The half hour train trip from downtown Miami was pleasant, but now he was covered in sweat from the 40-minute cycle through heavy traffic.
The instructions for the pool party had said enter by the gate on the left of the house'. So, he walks his bike across the lawn, scaring a few iguanas on the way. He arrives at the gate with a sign that says Warning: naked men beyond this point'.
"Fuck", he says. "I've wanted this for so long." He imagines innumerable naked men beyond the gate and all of his teenage homosexual jerkoff fantasies flash through his head. Now he is about to be surrounded by cock, something he has dreamt of for years. His hand trembles as he lifts the lock and pushes forward. It sounds so loud; he looks back to see if anyone is following him.
"Let's go," he says and enters the gate quickly closing it behind him.
He's inside a small enclosure. Just he and an older man at a table. The older man, bearded, with a hat, is a bit potbellied, and counts money from a tin holding cash. Diego leans his bike against the wall and then approaches the table.
"Hey, kid. Welcome to the BareBears. What's your name?"
"Diego Verga." Diego wipes sweat from his forehead. He can read the words `GRAMPA' spelled out in large letters on the man's hat.
The old man looks on his tablet.
"Hmm. I don't see your name. Did you register?" He puts down the tablet and looks up at Diego taking slow glances from his face, to his chest, to his shorts.
"Um. No. I was nervous. I didn't register. I wanted to, but was nervous." Diego notices the old man's cock and balls dangling over the edge of his chair.
"Nervous. Why?" The old man leans forward and stares at Diego's groin.
"Well, I wanted to come for a while. Heard that the BareBears was a good group, very welcoming and open minded. But I always chickened out. I want to make nude friends and learn about gay social nudity, do fun stuff naked like hiking and sports with other men. Today's my birthday and I saw there's a pool party so I thought it was a sign to get over my nervousness and come meet you guys and join the group."
Diego sees the old man staring at his groin, so he slowly rubs his own package tucked behind the cut off sweat pant shorts he's wearing.
The old man licks his lips and sits back.
He takes his eyes off Diego's groin. "Show me your ID, kid."
Diego takes of his Adidas knapsack and pulls out his wallet. He passes his ID to the old pervert.
"Huh. Date of Birth July 21, 2000. And today's July 21, 2021. Happy 21st Birthday young Diego. Given this special occasion, I will let you in today. But in future, you have to RSVP and become a member or have someone sponsor you. And where's your vaccination card?"
"Oh, it's right here Grampa," Diego says happily.
Diego gasps. "Oh shit. I'm sorry."
"Well, I am old enough to be your Grampa. I ain't ashamed of it, boy. That's why I wear this hat."
Diego feels embarrassed for a moment. He shows him a picture of his vaccination card on his phone. The old man looks at it and nods.
"So, son. Will you call me Grampa, Granddad, or Poppa? That would really be respectful and would really turn me on hearing it from a hot young stud like you. You'll do that for me, won't you, my boy?"
"Oh, of course. Whatever you want."
"Good. And what do you want to be called? Hmm?"
Diego blushes and his heart races. "I'd love to be called son, grandson, Daddy's little man...whatever you all like."
Diego's heart pounds as he watches the old pervert play with his fat nipples.
"Come here, son." The old perv says as he removes his hands from his nipples and slaps his thighs.
Diego walks round the table and stands before the old perv Grampa still in his chair.
The old perv reaches out and pulls down Diego's sweat pant shorts to his knees.
"Damn, boy. That is one well used jockstrap and you fill it up fucking sweet!"
Grampa rams his face in the young man's worn jock.
"Well, I stole it from a Daddy at the gym and I use it to wipe up my sperm after I masturbate. It smelled so good, like sweaty nuts and cock when I stole it," Diego's dick swells in the jock.
"Oh, you dirty fucking boy. I bet you are so fucking hungry and thirsty for Daddy's dick milk, ain't you?" Diego's cock throbs. "You like me talking nasty and sniffing on this jock. I feel your meat expanding. Think we got a young perv boy here. Am I right?"
"Oh, Poppa, yes I love the dirty talk" Diego takes Willy's head and pushes it into his groin.
"Let Grampa Willy see your meat, son. Whip it out."
Grampa Willy sits back as Diego slowly, theatrically, releases his cock, inch by inch, from the jizz stained jockstrap.
The old man gasps at the sight of the thick boy meat, half-circumcised, and hairy as fuck. His balls pop out and hang low beyond the jock's band.
"Holy fucking Cock, boy. That's some package," Grampa Willy says tweaking his nips.
Suddenly, the sound of the gate slamming interrupts the lusty interaction.
"Well, that's not the kind of welcome I ever get when I show up."
Diego feels embarrassed and pulls up his jock over his hard dong and plump balls and reaches down for his shorts.
"You old queen." Grampa Willy responds. "If you were a hot 21-year-old, then maybe I would greet you that way."
"Did you tell him you are 75? That makes you a dirty old man, Grampa Willy! And I am 64. Not as old as you, you dinosaur!" says the man with huge pink sunglasses. He's skinny, very tanned, and wear's tight dayglo green shorts. Diego thinks he probably shaves all his body hair to look younger.
"Well, Diego is celebrating his birthday today and he is our special guest. You, Barry, as our Outreach Commissioner, ought to be welcoming Diego and other young men like him to our club. Otherwise, it's just us old farts," Grampa says stretching his hand for the ten-dollar bill Barry has extended.
"Oh, sweetie," Barry says as he tosses his money to Grampa Willy and reaches around to Diego. "You come with me and I will introduce you to the members. Today is our board meeting but there will be some fun stuff as well."
"Ok," Diego says. He leans down to Willy and gives the old pervert a long and deep tongued kiss.
"See you soon, Poppa." He lets his hands rub Willy's hairy left nipple.
Grampa Willy growls with lust as he sees Diego leave with Barry into the backyard. Diego's butt bursting through his shorts reminds him of two fuzzy cantaloupes side by side.
Barry puts his arm around Diego as they push through a second gate into the backyard.
Diego can now hear laughter and music and he can see about a dozen or so men in groups of two and three, all with a drink in their hands and all naked. Every fucking one of them naked, Diego thinks.
Diego's heart beats so fast. He wanted this for so long, to be nude around lots of other naked horned up men, especially older men, just like when he was in summer camp and the counsellors would skinny dip at night and he watched them. He would envy the counsellors and their more mature bodies and cocks bigger than his.
"Hey BareBears! This is Diego. He turns 21 today. Yes, you heard me...21! So, he can drink and be naked with us! Give him a warm welcome!" Barry clapped and others followed.
Diego hears cheers as he looks around mesmerized at the variety of naked men around him. He's definitely the youngest. Some raise their glasses and whistle and cat call in his direction.
Barry hugs Diego. "You go get settled. Find a chair, get a drink, and relax. I'll see you soon, honey"
Diego's mind is spinning with excitement and nervousness and lust. He hasn't cum in days. This past week he has barely slept, thinking about this pool party of naked gay men.
A man in a John Deere baseball cap, wearing sunglasses and sporting a Tom Selleck moustache looks familiar to Diego and stares at him a long while. Diego thinks he should know him but is too nervous to approach him. Turning away, he spots an empty chair beneath a cluster of palms. He sees a bearded man smiling and nodding at him as he makes his way to the chair.
"Welcome, kid." He stretches out his hand. "Randy."
Randy's dark, meaty dick and nuts hang off the edge of the chair like they are a bunch of tropical fruit dangling in the air.
Diego feels weak. Older guys and bears with facial hair, heavy dicks and fat ball sacks make him want to shoot his sperm so easily.
Randy stands up and approaches Diego. "Happy day, Birthday Boy!" He hugs Diego. He's so tall, his warm and pronounced genitalia rub against Diego's slim and fuzzy torso.
Randy sits back down and takes his long chocolate foreskin in his hand. He smiles at Diego as he rolls his long foreskin between his fingers.
Diego drops into his chair and focuses on breathing deeply.
"You ok, son?" Randy asks.
Diego looks at Randy, then looks at Randy's fingers still playing with his long dong's thick foreskin.
"I'm ok," Diego manages to say. "Just feeling like this is a dream coming true."
Randy laughs. He has a deep and masculine tone. He reaches over to Diego and takes his hand in his.
"You must really want to be here, is that right my son? You a beautiful young man wanting to be around us older dudes?"
Diego feels like he is blushing and looks down. He feels Randy's hand squeezing his.
"Don't be shy boy. I admire your courage. I loved older dick when I was your age, but I had no way to satisfy that."
Diego squeezes Randy's hand back. "It's all been fantasy until now. And now today's my birthday and I figured I would push myself."
Randy gets out of his chair and stands beside Diego. The handsome black man's massive meat just inches from the young man's face. Diego looks up.
"This can be your birthday present, if you want." Randy puts his hands on his hips and let's his cock grow and swell just inches from Diego's face.
"Wow...really...that is so beautiful. I can smell it and it is like a musky forest. You are like the Daddy of my dreams, Randy" The tall black man smiled down at Diego as his fat penis beckoned. "Seriously, Randy. I will cum in my shorts in a minute if you don't stop. And I just got here. If I cum too quickly, I might get embarrassed and have to leave."
Randy's fat daddy meat swings and drips precum on Diego's sweaty belly.
"I understand, my boy. Damn. You turn me on too." Randy sits down in his chair. "Listen, you should get naked now. They don't like lurkers here. Nudity is mandatory."
Diego stands up and removes his knapsack. In two movements, he removes his sweat pant shorts and worn jockstrap and sits back down in his chair where he kicks off his flipflops. He looks around at the naked men. Most could be his older brothers, uncles, his father, his grandfather, but they were all nude and loving it. Some wearing jewelry on their cocks, or cock rings, a few have underwear designed to push forward their genitals. A few have piercings on their dicks, nuts and nipples. Diego wants to touch all of them, maybe sniff them and taste them. All of them look up at Diego appreciatively and wave at him.
"So, son. What is your birthday wish? Hmm?" Randy asks.
"Well, I have a couple of wishes, actually. One short term, one long term. But it's gonna sound perverted," Diego almost whispers.
"Tell me, son. And I will let you know if it's perverted. By the way, that's not always a bad thing in my book," Randy says as his large hand strokes Diego's.
"Well, can I have beer or a shot first? I'm super nervous still and need to calm down," Diego asks.
Randy bounces off his chair and heads over to a table with a cooler and bottles sitting on ice. Another man approaches Randy at the table, it's the guy in the John Deere cap. He whispers in Randy's ear, and they both laugh. They look back at Diego. It's the man who looked familiar a few minutes ago. Diego looks away until Randy returns with a small tray containing cuts of lime, shot glasses, and beers. And a small bag of Doritos.
"Tequila and Corona. One for each of each," he nods and laughs. He puts down the tray
Diego follows Randy's lead and downs his lime and tequila. He coughs as the alcohol hits his throat. Randy takes the shot glass, pushes Diego into his chair, and hands him a Corona.
"Now, tell me your birthday wishes, Diego my son." Randy sits down, reaches over again, and holds Diego's left hand.
"Well, I'm 21 and I thought of a 21-gun salute. Except it's cocks and not guns. I want to experience 21 cocks today. Touching or sucking them...21."
Diego can see Randy's left hand playing with his hardening dick.
"Won. That is ambitious. But...I love it... and I will help you get those 21 dicks on the condition that you promise to be my good little boy today."
"You mean like, I call you Daddy and you call me Son?" Diego asks.
Randy chuckled. "Yes, you will be my hot Latin boy and I will be your hung Black Daddy. Except that you will obey me and seek to please me. You will look me in the eyes at all times and call me Dad, Daddy, or Papa which is French and appropriate since I am Haitian...names like that which always show our place to each other."
Diego swallows some Corona. "Um, yes Daddy. As you wish."
"Good boy. I'm gonna get you those 21 dicks today but you must promise to obey and be Daddy's sexy submissive son when he asks. Ok?"
"Oh fuck. You know, I don't have a lot of experience yet. Fantasies sure, but..." is all Diego can say.
"We'll do nothing forced...all in good time. And so, what is your second wish? You said you had a second wish?" he asks watching Diego who is drinking more of his Corona.
"I think the second one is I want an older man to love me and to introduce me to all kinds of homosexual perversions and filth. I'm too scared to seek out some of them on my own, but I want a father figure to mentor me and to guide me and show me care and love as well as sex," Diego says looking straight into Randy's eyes.
Randy squeezes Diego's hand so tightly that Diego is forced to look the man in his face.
"Son, I am a former Mr. Fort Lauderdale Leather. That means I am well versed in mansex and able to introduce you to all manners of gay homosex perversion. You could say I have a PhD in it. You are very young, but you are on the right track knowing that you need a mentor. With me you would learn from the best, and safely. I'm assuming, for example, that you are not on PREP?" Randy raised his eyebrows and took a serious tone.
"No, I'm not on PREP. I mean, I know about PREP and it's important. But I live with family and am still on my dad's insurance, so I can't be on PREP," Diego answers.
"Well, none of my sex sons have lived apart from me. If you were my sex son, you would share my home. Otherwise, no go. And you would be on PREP and get routine sexual checkups," Randy pumped Diego's hand as he spoke.
Diego nods thoughtfully. "Yes, Papa Randy. Wow. I can hardly imagine would that would be like. To live each day with my mentor sex Daddy."
"But we are getting ahead of ourselves. For today, I will help you find 21 penises to celebrate your glorious 21st birthday among all of these naked and horny gentlemen today. I heard the RSVP closed at 50 men, so you should get your wish or more if you want." With that Randy gets off his chair, winks at Diego and walks toward the front gate where Grampa Willy was sitting.
Diego feels his body engulfed in heat and decides to dive into the pool. Despite it being advertised as a pool party, nobody is swimming. He gets up, his cock hard and throbbing from his conversation with Randy and quickly slips into the warm water. He dives underwater to completely immerse himself. When he emerges at the far end of the irregular pool, he realizes that other men are now joining him.
A blond hair twink slides up to him. "Hey bro. Looks like we are the youngest here." The twink reaches over and grabs Diego's dick.
"Um yeah. That works for me. I like older guys." Diego says.
"Me too," the twink says. "Hey, let's turn on these old perverts and get them hard and horny."
"Ha, ok. Let's do it," Diego says. He follows the skinny blond twink out of the pool. They both stand at the edge and embrace and kiss each other. The twink really plays it up and moans like a slut in heat. The boys hold each other and grab each other's butts as they kiss for the crowd.
Around them, the hear cheers and words of encouragement.
"Go for it, boys!"
"That's right, you little sluts...show off for Daddy."
"Not so shy now, is he?" someone says.
Diego laughs as he and the twink tongue each other's mouth.
"I thought his was a nudist gathering, not a sex party," he whispers in the twink's ear.
"Fuck, here in Fort Lauderdale, it's the same thing," the twink says.
The next thing they hear is Grampa Willy shouting "Oyez, Oyez, oyez...this meeting is called to order. Please boys and men, sit down everyone. Chill out and take your hands and mouths off each other's cocks and sit down for ten goddamn minutes. This is our quarterly board meeting. We got business to decide."
The twink groaned and squeezed Diego's butt. "Ugh, a board meeting? See you later, sexy," he says after planting one last kiss on Diego's lips.
Diego, a little disoriented, looks for his chair and sees Randy sitting down and waving at him. The sight of the handsome black daddy fuels his hardon and makes his heart happy. He walks to his chair with his erection leading the way to cheers and whistles of appreciation from the older perverts around him.
He sits down in his chair and offers his left hand to Randy. Randy is stroking his cock with his left hand and takes Diego's hand with his right hand.
"My little boy, you're going to get your first wish today, I think," he says and winks.
Grampa Willy speaks.
"For those that don't know me, I'm Willy, the Chair of the Barebears. Welcome to all, young and old, new and established members alike. I am happy to report that we have gained 15 new members despite the pandemic. Also, happy to report that everyone here today has been vaccinated fully. Now that we can plan some events for the fall. In August GNI is holding Nakedfest and some of us are sharing a cabin. Who wants to join? Let me know today before you leave. Also, Steve, Pierre, and Rodrigo are hosting a potluck and classic porn movie appreciation night at their home on August 7. The signup sheet is online. Please congratulate them on their engagement to each other -- they will be the first married threesome in our club. Now, who is up for a trip to the campground on Labor Day weekend? If we have enough interested, we can rent the big house and double up in the beds and all save money. Don't raise your hand if you can't come...or cum! I'm told the steam room and Tool Shed will be enhanced and ready for action again. Also, some of the abandoned campground cabins are now outfitted with gloryholes. Just be careful of those fucking enormous mosquitoes."
About a dozen men raise their hands. Next to Grampa Willy is a very fit man in his 70's with a long pencil thing uncut dock taking notes on a clipboard. He plays with his goatee between scribbling.
"Next, we have our Weiner Wednesdays at the ClubRoom bathhouse. Members pay $10, but we need a minimum of 15. Food and drink are provided. Do we have 15 who will commit today? The orgy room has been expanded and there are an additional three slings. That should make you happy," Willy says.
Randy lets out a deep bellied laugh. "You bet, Grampa Willy. Can't wait."
"Finally, we need volunteers to host the Halloweenies costume party and also Thanksgiving dinners for those of us who don't have families to fly back home to. Please let Michael here know," Willy says pointing to the senior notetaker beside him.
"Well, that's all for business. You will receive a summary by email. Now, Diego, come on up here," Willy says waving to the young man.
Diego looks at Randy and Randy nods before Diego gets out of the chair to join Willy.
Willy puts his arm around the young man.
"As you all know, young Diego here is celebrating his 21st birthday. Rumor has it he would love to celebrate in a very special way. He is a newbie nudist, but has wanted to get involved with social nudity for a while. He plucked up the courage to come here today. So, let's enjoy the snacks and burgers and we will find a way to rustle up a birthday dessert to celebrate Diego's special day."
Diego blushes at the attention but his eyes wander back and forth at all the men sitting or standing around the pool.
Grampa Willy squeezes Diego's butt and grunts approvingly as his hand slides along the boy's sweaty ass crack. "See you in a bit, Grandson."
He heads into the house and Diego heads back to his chair. Randy is stroking his fat cock slowly with one hand and holding Diego's jock with the other.
"Damn, this smells like a horny young man," Randy says as he sniffs Diego's jock.
"Hey baby," a voice from behind says. Diego turns to greet two tall muscle bears with handlebar moustaches. They put their hands on his shoulders and draw him in for a group hug. "Welcome, handsome. Glad you came out to our party. I'm Darren and this is my husband, Luis."
The bears grope and massage Diego's butt, their fingers meeting along the boy's crack. As they speak, Diego lets his hands wander over their plump and hairy asses.
"Hey guys. Wow...thanks for the welcome."
"Where are you from, Diego?" Darren asks.
"I live in Miami, Coconut Grove."
"You got a boyfriend there?" Luis asks.
"No boyfriend. I live with my parents. So, I'm not out."
"So, you don't get to hang out naked much, huh?" Darren asks.
Diego looks down into the space between the three of them. Each of their cocks swollen and bouncing.
"No," he says mesmerized by the sight of the three penises almost touching each other. "But I want to move out. I just got my B.A. and I want to move out. Maybe move up here to have more freedom, you know?"
"You should definitely move up here. I'm sure a hot young man like you will do well here," Luis says as he kneads Diego's butt cheek. "Maybe we can help you find a job. If you join this group, you'll be connected to some very successful men who might be able to assist you."
"That would be fantastic," Diego says.
"Cool. We'll exchange numbers before we leave," Darren says.
From behind, Diego feels more hands wrap around him. He sees two strong arms and feels a large cock press against his back. "That you, Papa Randy?" Diego says leaning his head back on the shoulder behind me.
"It's me baby boy. You all look so good together, had to join in. Plus, Willy is putting out food. You better hurry and eat because he only keeps it out for half an hour."
Darren and Luis both kiss Diego on the neck and stroke his cock. The three mouths meet up and the three tongues touch and lick and probe.
"Mmm...feel good baby boy?" Randy asks as his large hands stroke Diego's meat and stretch his balls from behind
"Yes, Papa. Ow...you are really pulling on my dick" Randy releases his hands from Diego's genitals and grabs his hands and pulls them behind his back. Diego is unable to move his arms and gives into the strength and will of Randy.
Darren and Luis kneel down together and take the young man's rigid and dripping penis into their mustached mouths.
"Damn, so much precum" Luis gasps as his husband licks it from his lips.
"Papa, I don't want to cum yet," Diego begs. Randy pulls Diego's arms tighter.
"Ouch, Papa!"
"See, that will make you forget about cumming," he whispers in his mentee son's ear. "You let the men feast on your cock until they had enough, you hear me?" He pulls Diego's arms tighter again.
Diego can tell Randy is serious about controlling him in this moment.
"Ok, ok, Daddy."
"What fucking sweet precum!" Diego hears as a tongue stabs at his pisshole.
Randy's fat meat is fully hard and he moves so that it slides downward along the boy's crack.
"Oh fuck, Papa. Your dong is so massive and sliding on my crack."
"Hey! What's going on?" Willy's voice interrupts. "Food is out and won't be out much longer."
Darren and Luis kiss and share Diego's succulent boy meat and nuts one last time between their hungry lips. They stand up and kiss Diego on the neck and head over to the buffet table hand in hand.
Randy releases his rough hold on Diego and kisses his shoulder hard.
"Good, boy. Papa is happy so far. Let's eat, then let's get you those 21 dicks" Randy slaps Diego's butt so hard it stings. He takes his new son's hand and they walk to the buffet.
"Diego Verga!" a voice calls out. "My you've grown up into quite the young man. You really filled out."
Diego turns around to see John Deere looking right at him. The man lowers his sunglasses and licks his upper lip where a thick brown moustache flourishes.
"Oh my god. I know you! Mr. Ramirez?" Diego feels his heart sink.
John Deere nods and walks towards Diego and Randy.
"We've got things to talk about, don't we Diego?" Mr. Ramirez says seriously.
To be continued