Slopes of the heart -- Chapter 1 -- UNEXPECTED HOLIDAYS.
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-What will you do on your holidays, Jack? --I asked him in the middle of the road. We had been called to a place called Steep Slopes. It was a hotel on the beach, I think. One Mr. Albistegui had a problem in his caravan and both Jack and I were mechanics and went to that place in order to see what problem his caravan had and bring it to our workshop to be repaired. It was the last day of July and this very afternoon we started holidays.
-I won't go anywhere, Leonard. I don't like travelling alone and I will stay home as every year.
He complained of being terribly lonely. Sometimes he'd told me that he was ugly enough not to find a girl. Everybody thought of my workmate that he was grumpy and was always grumbling. I didn't know much about Jack's personality but in fact I agreed whenever he complained. We very easily categorize somebody as "negative" but he was right to complain about many things, many times about our working conditions and sometimes he said things like he didn't like Italian food: never asked for pizzas or pasta. Well, the fact is I don't like Italian food either but I always eat anything with no complaint but that can be the only difference between him and me. I like Jack; he's a good boy and I'd never had any problem with him so far. Once again I had to agree with him and also told him I'd go nowhere for holidays since I didn't like travelling alone either. It was three years that I've lived on my own, since my last girlfriend left me.
We soon were in the place called Steep Slopes and we soon saw a large hotel on top of a precipice. There was a caravan and we soon saw it was Mr. Albistegui's caravan because a totally nude 40-year-old man was by it. He greeted us with a smile telling us he was Mr. Albistegui. If we were surprised that he was totally nude, we said nothing. That was a beach and we could find naked people, of course.
-My name's Albistegui, Fernando Albistegui. I think there's a problem in the steering wheel. The caravan makes a very unpleasant sound whenever I turn left.
-We'll look at it.
But another nude man came to us then.
-Hey, you should be naked in this place. This is a nudist campsite.
-Forgive us, Mr... -I said.
-I'm Barron Talbot. I run Steep Slopes. This is a nudist campsite. There's a lot of tents, and the hotel of course for those who don't like sleeping in a tent. But all boys here, only boys admitted, must be naked.
-Gay nudist campsite, isn't it, Mr. Talbot? --Jack asked.
-Yes, that's why you should be naked.
-We're mechanics, Mr. Talbot. Mr. Albistegui here called us cause he had a problem in his caravan. Hope we can do our job with our clothes on --Jack told him with a smile-. Do you know if there's any normal nudist campsite near here? Sorry, I didn't mean normal, I meant non-gay campsite.
-200 hundred kilometers away from here, I think. Well, you can continue your job --And then Mr. Talbot left us.
We were looking carefully at the caravan and in fact we informed Mr. Albistegui that it was a steering wheel fault. He could get dressed and come with us to our workshop, where the caravan would be repaired.
So we carried the caravan and Mr. Albistegui to our workshop. On the road there Jack asked him.
-So you like practicing nudism, isn't it, sir?
-I'm also a nudist at home but this is a wonderful sensation of freedom. You do everything naked: sleeping, having your meals, sunbathing, strolling down the beach, swimming... everything and everybody is seeing you and respect you. You should also try, well, if you're gay.
-But we're not --Jack answered.
Finally we reached our workshop, told our workmates what the problem was and left Mr. Albistegui there. I had not remembered to bring my car today and had told Jack hours earlier and he offered to drive me home. Once in his car, he told me.
-You asked me before what I would do for holidays, and now I know. I don't wanna go as far as 200 kilometers away looking for a different nudist campsite that maybe I won't find. So I'm gonna book a room in Steep Slopes, in the hotel, I don't wanna sleep in a tent, besides I don't have a tent. And what the fuck? I don't give a damn to be surrounded by gay boys. I have no prejudice and I want to try living totally nude for a week. And this is not travelling alone, because maybe I could even gain some friends there.
-A naked week in Steep Slopes? Why not? I'd also like to try this experience and I had no better plan for holidays either. If you don't mind I can accompany you. Hope you're not embarrassed for being naked next to your workmate.
-So Leonard, since now we really are on holidays till September, you could pick up the necessary things in your house, and then we'll go to mine and later we can drive to the campsite. Shall we book a week?
-Deal, Jack.
When we reached our house and I was thinking what I should take in a suitcase, he told me sarcastically.
-Don't waste any time in looking for the right clothes, you won't need them, lol.
So it was only ten minutes in my house, then we went to his, were there for a quarter of an hour and finally we drove to the nudist campsite.
We had no problem in parking the car and soon we were in the hotel reception. We were greeted by the same naked man we'd seen that day.
-Hi again, Mr. Talbot. We've thought we want to book two single rooms for a week.
-You see, Mr.?
-I'm Jack Dempsey --my workmate was first to introduce himself.
-Leonard Casey here --I said now.
That was the moment Jack and I have known our surnames. Three years working together and we did not know.
-The problem is Mr. Dempsey and Mr. Casey, we have a lot of available rooms, but no single room now. We've only got double rooms. You could both sleep in the same room.
It was then me who said.
-We're not a couple, Mr. Talbot, but --I said looking at Jack-, why not sharing a room? We're gonna see each other naked all week, Jack. So do you have any problem in sharing a room with me?
-No problem, Leonard, we could share the room.
-Then I'll give you room 62, sixth floor. Yes, this hotel is really big. You can go to your room in your clothes, but there you must take everything off. It is compulsory to be totally nude in Steep Slopes.
We agreed, took the keys and went up to room 62.
-And now let's strip, Jack.
He was not shy and started soon. It was obvious he wanted to spend a naked week. I was blushing a little and turned so he saw my back, but finally I was totally nude and was watching Jack's body for the first time. He was hairy. His chest had a lot of hair. He was not exactly what some people call a bear, but had a lot of hair in his chest, arms, legs... his dick was long and were I gay, I'd add that it was a sexy dick.
-Why are you hard, Leonard? --he asked me-. Hope you're not hard looking at me.
-It's not that, Jack. It's just the thrill of knowing I'm gonna be naked for a week in front of anybody and you're naked now and are seeing me with nothing on. It's just that.
-Ok, Leonard. What if we start going down to the beach and sunbathe for a while or even swim?
-A perfect idea. Let's go, Jack.
We just took our sandals, good for walking on the sun, two towels and the suntan lotion. And we left our room. It was wonderful to go down the stairs totally nude and find nude boys everywhere. We crossed the reception and soon were out. Next to the hotel there were a lot of tents with many colours and naked boys were getting in and out of them. Now we headed to the stairs which climbed down to the beach. It was freedom that I started to feel. I was naked and with a boner, but so was Jack and we were surrounded by many naked bodies. This week was gonna be really funny, really exciting.
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