I heard about the island through an internet friend in Amsterdam. He told me about the rolling waves, the clear blue water, the white sand. It all sounded so peaceful. After my chaotic life of late, I thought it would be a perfect vacation. I booked passage for the cruise ship that would take me to this great land of naked male flesh and total freedom.
Since the island only allows a limited number of visitors each week, the cruise ship meets up with a smaller boat and those who have been granted invitation to the island (after filling out a questionnaire and submitting photos), must climb down a rope ladder to the smaller boat. There were 20 of us, ranging in age from about 30 to 60, all reasonably fit, though none of us overly muscled. When we were all safely aboard the smaller boat, the large cruise ship sailed off. As we watched it float gracefully away, we turned to face the captain of our new boat, noting his now unclothed state, as he requested we all prepare for the final destination.
"I'm Captain Steve," he told us. "Welcome aboard. I'll be piloting you over to Bator Island. In preparation for your arrival, you must all strip naked and put your clothes into the bags provided for you. No one is allowed to set foot on Bator Island wearing clothing of any kind."
We all looked at each other a bit nervously. Yes, we had read the website, and we understood this was going to be a prerequisite of our trip, but when it comes down to the moment you're actually asked to take off all of your clothes, well, it feels a little unnatural. But this is the reason I came, isn't it? I am naked at home every day. As soon as I get home from work I strip off all my clothes and surf the 'net or watch TV or do my exercises, all while naked. And then I spend at least two hours each evening (much, much more on the weekends) stroking my hard cock. Touching myself, playing with my balls, pinching my nipples, rubbing my hands over my hairy chest, until, at last I shoot my cum onto my belly and then wipe it quickly up, ready to turn in and get a good night's rest. So why the hesitation? I simply hadn't been naked in front of other men (or anyone, for that matter) for quite a few years. I always worried about how I'd appear to others, whether my body...or my cock would appeal to them. So here I was at the moment of truth. There was no turning back, since I had paid well over a thousand dollars for this trip and it was non-refundable. There was no way back to the mainland until the week was up. So I took hold of the hem of my t-shirt and lifted it up over my head, tossing it to the deck of the boat. I took my sneakers off, and then my socks, placing them, along with my discarded t-shirt, into the bag Captain Steve had provided. Without thinking too much (difficult to turn off the brain, but I willed myself to do it), I unsnapped my jeans and pulled the zipper down, then peeled them off my legs, adding them to the clothes bag. I looked around me and saw a few of the men had already finished stripping, some of the others in the same state as I. I let go of whatever else was holding me to the civilized world and pulled down my black Calvin Klein briefs, putting them into the bag with slightly shaky hands.
Here I was, naked to the world. The wind kissed my nipples and the sweat on my scrotum made it stick to my inner thighs. I pulled my legs apart slightly to loosen their hold on my sac and when I looked around me, I saw all 20 of the men I boarded with were standing around me completely nude. My penis plumped up immediately at the sight of so much naked male flesh, hairy chests, smooth chests, shaved balls, hairy asses, grey, blonde, black and red pubic hair, erect nipples in the cool ocean breeze, tall men, short men, long dicks, fat cocks, skinny pricks, all naked and natural and proud. As I took it all in, my penis became even more engorged and it stood straight out in front of me, fully hard, my balls drawing up to tighten themselves closer to my body.
"That's a good man," Captain Steve said. "Let it go! Let it fill with your excitement and point the way to your freedom from society's rules and regulations!"
He stepped over to me and took hold of my dick, giving it a couple of good tugs. As I glanced around me, reddening a bit with my heldover shyness from what I imagined was 'right' or 'proper,' I noticed the cocks of my companions all starting to rise in salute to my leadership. They were fat, and thin, and long, and hard...all of them hard, some jutting out and some standing up, pointing to the belly button, some even drooling precum. Captain Steve walked over to a man to my right, put his finger into the dick-drool and brought it up to his lips.
"Mmmm, tasty treat! I'll look forward to more of that this week!"
He then returned to the front of the boat (the bow? the prow? the aft? I've never been very good at nautical stuff) and started the engine, leading us to an exciting naked week away from all we've known in the uptight, clothed world where we hide ourselves behind our uniforms and tell the world who we are by the textiles we choose.