Warning... this story contains depictions of gay sex and could be offensive to some, if this subject offends you, stop reading now. If you are not supposed to read this, don't. Either way, be responsible. Thanks, Marcus
The Windfort Resort Chapter 1: A fresh beginning
It was a cool sunny morning, but I had already started to sweat. I was trying out my new running socks jogging the Butte trail. As I kept my rhythm I could feel the drops of moisture run down my chest before the light breeze and sun dried them. My socks were a neoprene bootie with a semi-hard sole that is designed especially for running. So far they were holding up well. I was used to uneven terrain of the trails, but was not sure how the sole would hold up to the roots and rocks that happen in a wilderness path. I had recently taken to jogging in a jock, only because the constant bouncing of my balls made them sore after a few miles. I preferred nothing at all, but necessity won out over maintaining my trim body.
Jogging along I was reaching the crest of Johns Rise, it had an awesome view that made the climb to it worthwhile. On this morning the vivid colors of greens of the trees were exceptional. I took no time to enjoy them though, my destination was Piller Lake, just over the next rise. I needed a quick dip before I headed back down to another busy day. The sweat was rolling off me now, I knew this workout was a good one. The drops of sweat just poured across my ass cheeks as the sun warmed them through the clearings in the trees, the sensation gave my loins a chill. I thought about last night, Brad was an animal. He was always into a good time, no matter what the mood I was in. Yesterday was an exceptionally bad day at work and my evening escape with him brought me back to life. I am the general manager and part owner of a resort catering to the up scale nudist community. We book by reservation only and much to my delight have a sixty percent gay clientele. My job is mostly administrative, but I do a lot of social caressing, as repeat business is our mainstay.
As I rounded a bend in the trail I ran into Bob and Mel hiking along in front of me. They were two regulars who hike up the trail and camp in campsites the resort maintains on our side of the butte.
"Hi Gentlemen" I puff out, slowing a bit to play my role.
"Well good morning Brian, nice tight looking ass you are sporting today" purred Mel. He played the typical queen's roll well.
"Thanks, this will be a great night for a camp out. Enjoy yourselves" I said as I continued up the trail.
Just as I was leaving ear shot I heard Bob confirm "Yes Mel, you have that one right, an ass to burry your face in, yes indeed."
Bob and Mel were good guys. They were in there late 50's and in awesome shape. Tan bodies with only age fighting against them. Bob was well endowed with a dick the size of a horse. He turned even the straight guests heads when he soldered onto the sun deck at the resort. Mel was always the life of our evening cocktail parties too. Although his ass was nothing to mock at either, he claims he never exercises, but I have caught him a few times struggling in the weight room. They both would fall into the parent role anytime they are in a crowd, and are good friends.
Well there it is, I finally made it, Piller Lake. I followed the trail along the edge for a while then came to the bend where a deep pool lead into the main lake, having done this so often I dove right in from a steady jog. My body tingled as the cool water embraced my skin. This is where the real test of my new booties came into play. I started swimming to the opposite side of the lake. My destination was a set of rocks that jutted out on the far side. It was only about a half-mile swim, something I preferred to do without the jock, but with the water this temperature it did not matter, my balls were definitely streamlined. As I reached the other side I pulled myself out and rested for a minute looking back across the lake. What a day. It was about 6:30 by now and the sun was already high enough in the sky to set off the colors and shadows in the leaves. 'This is why I live up here', I said to myself, 'the shear beauty'.
Pushing myself up I peeled off my jock. I love the feeling of the sun on my dick, I feel free and unencumbered by life. By now my balls had resumed their flaccidness and were hanging in all my glory. I sat on a flat part of the outcropping, where I usually rest in the sun a bit before heading back. I pulled off my booties, noticing little wear on the soles. 'I think I am going to like these', I thought. I always wanted a shoe I could jog and swim in without changing or taking time to remove them. I laid back using my new footwear as a foe-pillow I let the sun do it's thing now and restore my physical soul. I gently fluffed my balls and spread my legs a bit giving them room to breathe and stretch. As I caressed them my dick started to respond, growing semi-soft and wanting attention. They knew the routine, they also knew how to get me going. As the sun warmed my drying skin, my right hand moved up to caress my chest finding my pierced nipples, giving them a tug as my hand moved across my pecs. My left hand moved from my balls up to my eager cock, which I just rubbed slightly and rolled around a bit to feel it's contact with my pelvis. I just loved the feeling of skin. My body was not tight and hard, just firm enough to be sensitive. The warmth of the rock beneath my ass added to the sensations as the sun continued to blanket me with warmth. My dick was demanding more as my groin rose up to add friction to the massage that was growing in hunger. Encompassing my now firm dick with my fist I began moving it's skin up and down, from head to base, making sure to press my hand into the base squeezing my balls slightly with the ball of my fist. The twisting of my nipples became fiercer as I beat my love pole. The sun, the breeze, the sounds of outdoors, the lapping of the lake on the rocks, the hard, hard rocks... My ass pushed up from the boulder I was laying on just in time for a creamy rope to splatter my chest. My dick kept cumming as I kept the ferocity of each stroke until it was spent... squeezing the last cum from my dick I held my fist up to my mouth and licked the sweet nectar. God how I could use some coffee with my cream, I thought, chuckling to myself.
Lying there exhausted the sun and the breeze caressed me adding it's power back into my soul. After about ten minutes it was time to go back. Time to face another day. I replaced my booties and hung my jock around my neck, a fashion foe-paw, but useful if I were going to get this cum rinsed off on my swim back across. Then again, I did like swimming nude, all the more reason for this job.
My jog back was uneventful. I saw no one as I came back down the trail. After the swim across I put my jock back on, but took it off again as I finished the jog and walked back from the trail head to the resort compound.
Coming down the main path I ran into a wonderful lesbian couple, this was there first time at the resort. They seemed to be enjoying themselves spending a lot of time in the upper natural pond.
The resort itself was well designed. There was a main lodge made of cedar, with a central common room, a lounge, and a dining room. There were also several conference rooms and the service areas. The main offices were located up at the entrance to the compound. We found this best for security as well as to help new guests feel comfortable with the rules. Clothes were highly discouraged. Swimwear was not allowed in any of the pools or tubs and threatening behavior was not tolerated. I maintained a crew of five security officers that also doubled as guest service representatives, just in case. They helped keep the peace as well as inspire the ambience with their tone bodies. The kitchen was staffed with a chef and crew who prepared delightful healthy menu selections three times a day. The grounds themselves contained bungalows that housed the guests, each private and allowed for a great deal of quiet relaxation. We maintained a 'spiritual' lodge for meditation, also doubling as our classroom several times a day for Yoga, Thai Chi, and other quiet forms of exercise and relaxation. The grounds also has a full size swimming pool, a soaking pool, and a natural mineral hot-springs that feeds our natural pool and an ancient medicine wheel with tubs made out of old growth red wood. Then there are the trails; we are boarderd on two sides by national forest with a river on the third side. We own a 25 mile by 5 mile stretch of land that juts up onto Meyer's Butte, with a 30 mile stretch of riverfront as well. There is plenty of room to roam and unwind. The property also maintains two campgrounds, one on Meyer's Butte as well as a second one down the river at Mitchell's gulch.
Both so our guests have the opportunity to camp and hike in nature without, well literally 'having to put their clothes on'. The second part is their being able to feel secure with their nudity in a safe environment.
As I got back to my apartment I found Brad right where I left him, laying in my bed with a sheet draped over his perfect hard body. As I watch him laying there, I found that familiar longing. To feel him next to me is a feeling I long for, feeling his sculptured eight inch cock firm against my skin was home. I threw my jock onto the chair and peeled my booties off. As I had my foot on the chair ready to peel my second bootie off I felt my rosebud twitch. I knew how I wanted to begin the day. I reached for the lube and generously massaged my rosebud, bringing it to perky attention. I then lifted the sheet and laid down next to Brad. Slowly I slid into the nitch naturally created by his body curled in what I was sure was only a light sleep. Knowing his slender, rock hard, cock was ready, as it always is this time of the morning, I slid closer, slowly feeling his cock as it nudged my ass cheek and slowly slid toward my pulsing hole. I took it slow, I knew the anticipation was killing both Brad and rosebud. There was a twitch as Brads cock found the warm entrance. I started to engulf it, starting to feel the easy push of Brad's pelvis as his head entered my ass. A flow of euphoria came over me as he pushed and entered me fully. I stretched open accepting him fully. Brad then put his arm over my shoulder and began a slow fuck. We loved morning sex. My jog always gave Brad the opportunity to sleep in a bit and anticipate a good fuck. Sometimes I would come back finding his ass peering up at me begging to be fucked. Either way though, it always ended with a slow, steady, hard, sweaty fuck. I lay there now feeling his cock massaged my hole, my own ass gently squeezing his cock head as it stroked out and in. Brad gently rolled me over onto my stomach, a favorite position for both of us as his rhythm continued fucking. He began kissing my neck, carefully nibbling at my ears. I could feel his cock getting tighter, closer to his climax. He stopped nibbling and rolled me over, bringing his lips to mine. A gentle kiss, then deeper, as his tong slipped between my lips gently caressing my mouth. He position himself over my dick and with one smooth stroke lowered himself onto my cock. His tight hole engulfed my dick with one quick stroke. He rode my pole with increasing speed, quickly bringing me to a flowing orgasm that shot from my ass out through his body. The energy was awesome, then as I climaxed cum shot from his dick, landing on my face and neck, four huge loads that took me further into the odyssey as sweat dripped off his body. With my dick still nestled in his ass he leaned forward, kissing me then lying gently on my shoulder.
"I love it when you jog up to Piler Lake" he whispered in my ear. "I lay here picture you coming on the rock and then jumping into the lake, jogging back to fuck me. I just lay here with that anticipation, waiting."
"How do you know what I do while I jog?" I ask as he nuzzled into my ear with his nose.
"Oh we all do. Even some of the guests get up early just to go watch. It is one of our drawing events." He giggled and rolled off me looking out the window toward the forest. "I am surprised you did not know that."
I thought of Bob and Mel who I passed on the trail up. They must have been running late for the show. I laughed out loud and wondered if they made it.
We quickly showered and shaved to begin our day. Brad is the head of security and had been at the resort for eighteen years. We became best of friends soon after I arrived and have been sleeping together periodically since then. Ours was a relationship of respect, but neither of us could commit to just one person, so we just continued an odd, but rewarding friendship. Brad was a good friend, one I could share those secrets, and who obviously could share them with me.
The season was just beginning. This early sunny weather has set the tone for a wonderful season, the adventures were ahead of us.
Thanks for reading, if you have comments, please feel free to send me a note. More adventures will follow... pnwhikerguy@hotmail.com