This series contains Gay Sex, Nudism, Exhibitionism, Bareback Sex, Double Penetration, CMNM, Gangbangs, Sex in Public, Fuck Machines and Toys. If material of this nature offends you or you are underage then you should not read this story.
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Part 9
Sunday morning is finally here and I wake up to Gus trying to shove the 14-inch dildo inside me. Even though my ass is sore, my hole is hungry, and I tell him I want the 12-inch, thicker one that vibrates. He tells me that one will not be allowed past security.
I reach for it anyway and slide it halfway up my ass. Gus positions his dickhead on top of the dildo with a naughty grin. My mind is saying no, but my hole is saying yes. Before I know it, Gus slides his dick in.
Since I am being stretched, I may as well elevate the sensation. I reach for his phone and turn on the vibrator function. After an intense and pleasure-filled fucking, I clean Gus's cock with my mouth and passionately kiss his cockhead.
After much negotiation, Gus reaches for the 10-inch double-ended dildo and slowly shoves it up my asshole until it is buried deep inside. The feeling is intense, but I know I can manage. Gus cannot stop smiling; I can tell he is excited about our trip.
Being in charge of what we wear, he finds the shortest pair of running shorts I own and hands them to me along with an old tank top. He manages to find even shorter shorts, which I am afraid he will not be allowed to fly in. He doesn't provide us with any underwear.
Grabbing a backpack for the both of us, we pack the three mesh posing G-strings, which don't take up any space, our work laptops, charging chords, toiletry bag, and the majority of the space is devoted to my biggest butt plugs, and the new collection of double-ended dildos.
Having emailed the resort ahead of time we were told tennis shoes are not required for the gym. That is why we are each only taking one pair of flip-flops, which we are wearing.
Upon getting to the airport, I was anxious but mostly excited. I know neither my ass nor my throat will get a moment's rest. And now, living in a shared bedroom all of our sex will be in front of an audience.
I knew Gus would be keeping me naked 24/7. If he did allow me clothing, it would be one of our swimsuits, which honestly makes me feel more exposed than being completely naked.
As we go through security, all I can see is Gus's hamstrings and a little bit of his ass cheeks peeking through his shorts. I am afraid he will get stopped; however, he successfully goes through.
As I approach the scanner, I get stopped by a TSA agent who pulls me aside. The tall and handsome agent examines my bag full of toys. Handling the situation with grace and respect, he lets me know that he sees hundreds of toys a day attempting to make me feel at ease.
Looking me straight in the eyes and pointing at my bag, he asks: "Are these all the toys you have or do you have another one up your ass?"
"I do have one more" I reply sincerely.
Noticing my nerves he says it's not a problem, however, he does need to scan it before I can go through. Instead of the private room, I was expecting, he pulls me into a room that has about four agents on computers and a few other agents and passengers who are having either their bags examined or are being questioned further.
Without any privacy, he asks me to strip completely naked, place my clothes on a tray, place my hands on the table, bend over, and remove whatever is up my butt. As he puts on his gloves I know I have no choice, I do as he says.
As I remove my shorts and tank top I can feel both passengers and agents scanning my body, some more discreetly than others, which, quite frankly, feels both nerve-racking and exciting. Holding on to the table I bend over and push out the 10-inch dildo which the agent catches and immediately tosses it into the tray with the rest of my belongings.
Once it is cleared, he packs my bag for me. Instead of handing me the 10-inch dildo I gave him, he hands me the 14-inch. With a naughty look he says: Here you go, you may get dressed.
Knowing better than to argue with an agent, I attempt shoving the 14-inch dildo up my asshole. I can't seem to get past 10 inches, no matter how hard I try. My hole is too sore, and after a few minutes of me standing there naked and shoving a dildo up my ass for an audience, my officer comes over.
"I'm sorry, officer," I say, "but I was double fucked by four monster cocks yesterday for over two hours, so I'm a little sore. Do you think I could have the shorter dildo, the one I was originally wearing?"
"The double fucking is on video if you don't believe me," I add. "Please, just give me the 10-inch dildo from my bag, and I'll be one less problem for you."
"Only if you share the link to the video," he says with the same naughty look.
I happily agree. I easily get the 10-inch in my ass which feels perfect and finally get dressed. After being released, I met Gus, and, knowing today was his day, I decided to keep what happened to myself.
"They just needed to check the bag, I can't believe you got through security with those short shorts," I say. "Let's go grab a drink to celebrate, baby!"
After our plane takes off, Gus turns to me.
"The past six months have been the best of my life," he says, "and I can't imagine a day without you in it."
"I feel the same way," I reply.
"Will you be my boyfriend?" Gus asks, a serious look on his face.
Smiling from ear to ear, I say, "Of course," and kiss him while sensually rubbing his beautiful legs.
Feeling relieved, Gus begins smiling, exposing his beautiful dimples and perfect teeth.
"Thinking about the double fucking from the last couple of days and knowing we're headed to a place where we might be in a similar situation, I think we should lay down some expectations for this relationship," Gus says.
"Knowing I can only cum so much per day," he continues, "I'm happy to only fuck you--unless you give me permission to fuck another hole. Since there's less of a limit to the number of dicks and loads you can take in a day, I'm okay with you getting fucked by as many guys as you like, at your pace, as you feel comfortable."
"I'm thankful for your trust," I tell him, "and for understanding where I'm at with exploring my hole and my submissive side. I also trust you to fuck whoever you wish. If you only want to fuck me, that's cool. If you want to fuck someone else, I want you to go for it."
Gus holds my hand, and I feel butterflies in my stomach. How lucky can I be? After our talk, we fall asleep holding hands.
Four hours later, after landing, we found our ride at the end of the parking lot. Before we get into the van, we strip fully naked. There is a silver trash can next to the van, and without giving it a second thought, Gus tosses all of our clothes in the bin, much to the surprise of our driver.
Our driver must be about 22 years old. He has the most beautiful blonde hair, is extremely handsome, and is wearing a very sexy white Speedo that says "Nudist House" on the back. His body is stunning, and he has a beautiful tan. Before closing our door, he says, "Don't mind if I do," strips naked, and tosses his Speedo into the back of the van.
He reveals one of the most beautiful dicks I have ever laid eyes on. "Nudity in town is not allowed," he says, "but we have heavily tinted windows, so we'll be fine--and it's a short ride."
Once aboard, he tells us we will enjoy our time at the resort since we like being naked and will never have to wear clothing, which is good since we don't have any. His name is Sebastian, and he lives at the resort full-time.
We tell him we only brought swimsuits for whenever we need to go into town. "That's perfect," he says. "There are so many clothing-optional places. Even though 90% of the town's people don't participate in nudism, the town is very well known for its nudism-friendly places which are all over town."
Sebastian tells us about the hotel, which he loves since it's nude-only and is right on the beach. He lives there as part of the staff and doesn't own any other clothing except for the Speedo he uses to pick up guests at the airport. "Besides that, I live a fully naked lifestyle," he says. "I'm not only the chauffeur but also a bartender, part of the entertainment team, and the owner's assistant."
I notice Gus getting rock hard and ask Sebastian, "Would it be okay if I blow my boyfriend? He is so happy to be naked that he is getting hard."
Hearing the word "boyfriend" come out of my mouth surprises both Gus and me, and we kiss.
Sebastian smiles and says, "Do as you wish."
With that, I bend over and swallow Gus's dick to the base. I can see Sebastian's eyes through the rearview mirror peeking.
I go to give Gus a quick suck but once I begin I realize how much I enjoy taking Gus's dick deep down my throat and begin to make love to his cock. I try to extend the blow job however he is so excited that within a few minutes, he pushes my head all the way down as he erupts deep inside my throat. I happily lick the head clean and give his cock a gentle kiss.
As I get up, I see Sebastian shoot four times--one hitting the roof of the van, the second his perfect hair, and the other two landing on his chest and chiseled abs.
"Wow, guys, that was hot," Sebastian says.
As we approach the resort, we notice the beautiful beach. Gus and I can't hide our excitement. Once inside the property, Sebastian drops us off in the motor lobby. We get out of the van naked as the day we were born.
Inside, we walk over to the lobby and meet a naked man in his early 40s. "Hi, I'm Jack. Welcome to Nudist House," he says.
We tell him we have a reservation for eight weeks in the shared space.
He explains, "Our shared space has a 24-person capacity with 12 double bunk beds. All accommodations and the entire hotel are naked-mandatory for guests, visitors, and staff."
We tell him we picked the resort because of the nudity policy and because sex is allowed "We are constantly having sex and being nudists-exhibitionists we are looking forward to having sex in front of our roommates and fellow guests."
Jack smiles. "It is very refreshing to hear this, most of our guests especially in the shared space are trying nudity for the first time. seeing you be so comfortable with your nudity and sex life will make them feel more at ease and make their stay more enjoyable," he says. "Would you mind telling me more about your sex life?"
"Well," I say, "Gus fucks me at the very minimum twice a day with his 9 ½-inch dick. I blow him every morning and night. I'm currently hole training, which means when Gus's dick isn't inside my ass, I have a dildo or butt plug up there. I also sleep with Gus's soft dick either inside my ass or mouth every night."
"You are making my dick hard," Jack says sincerely and then stands back to reveal his erection.
After having parked the van, Sebastian is standing next to us, and hearing our conversation he too is fully hard, looking like he's about to cum again as he holds our backpack.
Jack continues, "We currently have eight guests in the shared space. Consensual sex is allowed anywhere on the property including the gym, SPA, and pool. This policy applies to guests, visitors, and employees. Since your reservation is for an extended time and I know you will fit right in, I'd be happy to offer you a 25% discount."
"We really appreciate it," we reply.
Jack nods. "We're a new hotel, and being the only naked-mandatory resort in town has been quite a challenge. Many people visiting the town prefer clothing-optional accommodations, and a lot of tourists only get naked to take photos for their social media. They aren't true nudists like us, only pretending."
He pauses, then adds, "Luckily, our pricing helps keep the shared room busy. It usually stays pretty full with an average of eight guests who typically stay two nights. This means you'll be seeing fresh faces constantly."
I glance at Gus and see him smiling from ear to ear, clearly excited. I also notice him getting a little hard.
"We also have a couple of permanent guests who own a restaurant right outside the property, along with my partner and me. All of us are strict nudists."
Jack continues: "However, most of our income comes from daytime visitors who use the pool, gym, or bar. They're willing to be naked just to see other naked men and some of the sexual activity happening here."
"Sebastian usually heads to the beach naked with some flyers, and he always manages to bring people in. Looking at him, I'm not surprised--he's very attractive."
Jack continues, "As I mentioned, you're free to have sex anywhere on the hotel grounds--with each other, other guests, or staff--as long as it's consensual. Once you step onto the clothing-optional beach, though, you aren't allowed to have sex or wear visible sex toys.
"There's also a clothing-optional gay restaurant and bar just outside the property, accessible through the nude beach. The owners, a gay couple, are the permanent guests I mentioned earlier. They would love to see you there, naked and engaging in sexual activities in their lounge area."
I look over at Gus and he is super excited, looking at me with a smile he blows me a kiss and reaches for my hand.
While Jack processes the reservation on his computer, he lets us know, "There's a locker and changing area at the resort entrance. You can use it to get dressed when you go out or undressed when you come back in."
He reminds us that the resort has a strict nude-only rule, and no clothing is allowed past that area. Pointing to the designated spot, Jack orders Sebastian to get the rest of our bags.
Interrupting him, we let Jack know we don't have any more bags.
"We don't plan on getting dressed, and the clothes we traveled in were tossed in the garbage knowing about the nude-only rule. All we brought were our swimsuits, knowing we might need them to step into town," I explain.
"Perfect," Jack says.
Continuing the check-in process, Jack says that since nowadays everyone has a camera phone and being a nude-only hotel we have the right to request nobody photographs or records us.
However, if we don't mind being photographed and recorded he can print a consent form for us to sign.
"This allows guests, visitors, and staff to film or photograph you naked or engaging in sexual activity. Guests who capture you on video can pick up a copy of your signed consent form from me. They can then upload it to social media or any website and even monetize from your nude images or videos."
"We'd like to go for the consent form ahead of time," Gus confidently says.
"Let me print your paperwork and consent forms," Jack says.
As we sign the consent forms, I realize I'm agreeing to let any guest, staff member, or visitor record me naked or getting fucked and upload those videos to any platform they choose. Without hesitation and following Gus's orders, I sign.
Standing fully naked in a nude-mandatory resort with a 10-inch dildo inside my ass, I know I've given up control of my body. I've agreed to be photographed and recorded naked or being fucked by anyone with a mobile phone.
The feeling is both unsettling and exhilarating. I feel my dick aroused.