Mike drove through the gate at Springdale Resort around noon on a hot Friday. It was impressive, wooded, and looked like it had a lot of stuff to do. He could barely see and hear a few people way off in the distance, but the weekend rush had not started.
It was kind of empty. Mike didn't know much about this place—his secretary had made all the arrangements for him—but he was certainly pleased with how it looked, and he thought he'd enjoy himself this week. It was a well-deserved and rare vacation. He pulled up to the main building, parked in the nearly empty lot, and stepped out of the car, stretching after the long drive.
He was dressed casually in a shirt and jeans, a little much for such a hot day. 33 years old and with a face and physique that made him look a little younger, Mike was a nice-looking guy with a nice smile, though he looked a little unsure about this place. This wasn't the first time he'd been set up in a situation by someone else. He grabbed his suitcase and followed the signs to check in. The standard hotel front desk with a bell on it was empty in an empty room. Mike was about to ring the bell when up popped a shirtless man. Mike was surprised. "Oh, hello. Checking in?" said the shirtless man.
Mike had never had something like this happen before. He was confused. "Uh, yeah..." he said, and gave his name. The shirtless man checked his reservation on the computer, confirmed he would be staying for nine nights and checking out next Sunday, and set a key with a lanyard on it and a "B6" tag. It was like checking in at any other hotel, motel, or resort, except that the front desk attendant was shirtless. "Hot day, huh?" Mike joked with a smile. "You better get something on before the boss sees you." The shirtless attendant looked confused and asked, "What do you mean?"
Mike was even more confused now. He figured that he had just caught this guy cooling off while preparing for guests to start coming, that he probably had taken his shirt off and had it behind the desk with him. Finally Mike just asked, "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" That question was met with a really surprised look. "Sir," said the shirtless man behind the desk, "this is a nude resort." The realization hit Mike like a ton of bricks.
"Oh my God, I didn't know," said Mike, realizing that where the desk stopped at this guy's chest was hiding a lot more surprises. This guy must be completely, bare-ass naked under there. Maybe wearing shoes? Mike didn't know; he had no familiarity at all with this, and he realized that he was all booked and set for a week of this.
He was embarrassed and confused and felt silly and stupid and worried. It was kind of an honest mistake, though. The website barely mentioned nudism and the pictures were all of empty rooms and pools and nature trails. If you saw it and weren't looking for someplace to be naked, you'd really have to look twice.
"Well, okay, I guess I'll go get settled..." Mike said more to himself than the skin in front of him. He was considering cancelling and going home, but it must be too late and that'd be a pretty long drive back now. He was asking himself what he could do at this point, just sit at home? He probably couldn't get set up for anything else, and it'd take at least a day or two just to find out. "Uh, is it okay for me to maybe not be fully nude?" he stammered.
"No, sir," the naked attendant replied. "We're not 'clothing-optional.' Sorry." Mike got grabbed on the arm from behind and startled with a laugh.
"You didn't know?!" laughed a man behind him, fortunately clothed Mike thought. Dave had come in and gotten in line behind Mike, who hadn't noticed while surprised with his situation. Dave was a nice guy, around 40 and dressed like he had come from the office but gotten rid of his coat and tie. He had a slim and tall build, probably always skinny, but had filled out as and adult. He looked like a really nice guy and his laughing made the situation a little less awkward, like it was all some prank. It wasn't, though. Mike was the only guest coming who didn't expect a week of nudity, he didn't know anyone there, and wasn't sure that he could do it.
"Oh God, that's hilarious. Surprise! I wish I could've seen your face when you walked in," Dave said. "Come on, man, let's get you a drink." Dave eyed Mike's key and saw that they would be staying near each other. Dave offered to help Mike get settled and sit a while, maybe even decide to just stay and give it a try.
They opened Mike's door and stepped in. It was really nice, Mike thought, as he plopped himself down on the couch, exhausted from the drive and the surprise. He was still in a bit of shock and still a little embarrassed. Dave opened a little cooler he had with his suitcase and pulled out a couple cold beers. Mike was very thankful for the beer and for not feeling so alone in this. It was weird, but he was starting to relax.
"There's a ball game on I was gonna watch," Dave said. He turned on the TV when Mike said okay. Dave sat down on the couch next to Mike, and they just sat there in silence for few minutes. Mike asked, "Do you need to do anything at your room?" and Dave said he was fine and was sure his room was fine; he said he'd been here a few times before.
"It's really no big deal," Dave said. "You should just stay and give it a try. Nobody else would be able to tell, and I won't mention it." They chatted a bit, Mike just saying that he was surprised and embarrassed.
They discussed a few details; they were both staying for the full week. Dave was also alone, but knew a few other return-guests who'd be coming up the next day or Monday morning. They talked about the game and the beer. They drank the beer. They talked about how hot it was.
"You mind if I take this off?" Dave asked, still wearing a dress shirt. That was certainly not that weird. Half the guys in the stands on TV had their shirts off, and it was a hot, hot day. Dave stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and took it off and wiped a little sweat off his chest.
He tossed the shirt over on a chair he had set his suitcase on. He was trim, and you could barely see a hint of the waistband of his underwear peeking out from the top of his slacks. He kicked off his shoes as he sat back down and pulled off his socks, which were maybe the warmest thing he had on. "Ahhh, that's better," he said.
Mike decided he'd take his shirt off, too, and told himself it was no big deal. It was like the beach. He stood up and and pulled off his shirt and walked to the bathroom to take a piss and wash his face. He came back and sat down, and they sat there for a while.
They talked about the game. Dave laughed again when he remembered the situation and the surprise on Mike's face. He slapped his arm as he got up to grab two more beers.
Mike was again thankful to have someone to help him relax. That's why he came. As they sat there in the heat, Dave got more and more uncomfortable in his dress pants. He brought up the whole nudity situation again with a joke and asked if Mike would mind if he change here into some shorts. He offered to go into the bathroom to change, but Mike said to just go ahead. They both laughed about how he'd have to ease his way into this.
Dave undid his pants and pulled them off his sweaty legs. He was wearing a pair of white briefs that fit him well. His butt was round and muscular, especially highlighted like this, and his dick and balls hung on the fabric in front. Dave opened his suitcase and flipped through.
"I didn't bring much clothes to a nude resort, but I thought I had a pair of shorts in here somewhere," he said. "Hey, man, do you mind if I just stay like this? Why don't you take off those jeans, man?"
Mike thought about it and convinced himself that it was a good test of how comfortable he'd be. Again, he told himself it was like the beach. He said okay, stood up, and started undoing his jeans as Dave plopped down and scratched his bare legs.
"I haven't felt this way since gym class," Mike joked. He pulled his jeans off. It was a relief and he felt his legs breathe in the slight breeze from the fan. They sat there in the underwear, watching the game and drinking beer, and it felt fine. Not too much time passed before Dave said that the real test is going all the way.
"You won't know until you do it, man. If it's not right for you, then you'll know and you can decide whether to leave or just hide out here." The game was a little boring at this point, and they were both more interested in whether or not Mike would get naked. Dave would be soon enough anyway later, but Mike had to make a decision. When put to it, he said okay. They set their beers down and sat there and touched the waistbands of their underwear.
"You want to do it on three? You want me to go first? I don't mind," said Dave. He was comfortable. He remembered the first time he gave this whole thing a shot. He remembered walking out of his room alone and naked after a few more drinks than they just had.
Mike said, "It just takes me back to high school. That was probably the last time I was in a situation like this. It's fine. Let's just go." And they pulled their underwear down, exposing themselves and sliding them off their legs and tossing them aside.
They were naked. Mike had more than a week of this ahead of him, for the first time, and around a lot more than just one other guy. It was alright. It wasn't the only time he'd ever been naked around anyone else. He didn't mind it, now that he thought about it. He remembered games of I'll-show-you-mine when he was younger.
He liked Dave, and felt comfortable. They sat back and watched the game. They grabbed their beers and rested them on their naked bodies. It felt cool and relaxing.
They looked at each other's bodies as they sat there. They were both in good shape. They compared their dicks in their minds; they even glanced and saw how their balls were different or the same. Dave got up and grabbed two more beers, and Mike looked at the rest of his body. He looked at his ass. He watched his dick wiggle and flop.
When Dave sat down, he sat down a little closer, handed Mike the beer, slapped him on the arm again and said, "You see?! It's no big deal. It's comfortable."
They rested back and their knees tapped each other. They were okay with it. Mike never felt closer to another guy before, never as comfortable. Mike relaxed, and as he leaned back a little more, their knees tapped again and then Dave made a joke out of it. He rested his leg against Mike's. Mike didn't even pull away. They had gotten pretty damn close pretty damn fast.
Dave patted Mike's bare leg, pretty high up actually, and said, "So you're gonna stay, you think?" Mike shrugged and nodded. The game ended and they barely noticed. They drank a couple more beers, and talked about when they were younger, gym class, hanging out with friends back then, and Mike brought up that the last time he'd only really seen guys' dicks during porno.
"You mean when you watched porno with your friends?" Dave asked.
"Well, actually, I mean the guys in the video, but yeah... back then we did watch porn together a couple times." Mike said.
"You want to watch one now?" Dave asked. Mike slowly said maybe, and Dave hopped up to grab something out of his suitcase. He put on some porn and hit play.
They sat there next to each other on the couch with a couple beers, completely naked, fairly comfortable considering, and slowly got excited. They watched, and Mike rested his hand on his stomach. Dave touched his chest and then scratched his nipple and touched his thigh. Their dicks were getting harder and stood up.
They looked at each other and watched the screen. They adjusted their dicks and finally were both dick-in-hand and slowly stroking. They were next to each other. Their legs were touching. They were okay with this. They were excited and excited to share this.
Mike was thinking about the week ahead. Dave was thinking about how cool this is. They both were getting hotter and hotter.
Dave's left hand was resting on his side while he tugged with his right, and Mike's ass was right next to it. The back of Dave's hand slid against bare hip as they jerked off together. Mike's elbow rested against Dave's bare chest.
Their legs slid against each other and they didn't care. The nudity was fine. The jerking off was fine. Dave pulled his hand off his dick and wiped some sweat off his face. Mike grabbed Dave's dick and held it, squeezed it. They looked at each other as they panted.
Dave pointed his dick at his friend and put his hand on his own raised ass. They were both sweaty. They were both hard as a rock. Dave reached over with his left hand and placed it on Mike's stomach and slid it down through his pubic hair to his cock.
They held each other's dicks. They slid their dicks through each other's hands. They rubbed each other's legs and backs and chests and knees and felt each other's naked bodies raise in pleasure. They jerked each other. They slid through each other's hands. They slipped against each other's sweaty bodies.
Finally, they pulsed and flexed and pulled and shot. They rubbed the cum into each other. They slid against the sweat. They explored each other as they fell and collapsed and savored the pleasure and the release. They rested there together, and Mike stayed and enjoyed himself.