— Originally published in Inches magazine - August, 2000 —
Nudist Goes Haywire For Horny Guys!
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It was in the early
Seventies and I was only nineteen, a young hippy living in the mountains
on a farm. I was full of exuberance for the future, in spite of my
rural, back-to-the-land existence. I was also horny as hell.
Brian was my neighbor, which out here meant he was three miles away. He
lived on a nudist plantation, or colony, or whatever they called it. His
parents brought him up there and he stayed on. Who could blame him?
This fine day, I was walking over the hill that separated the place from
out of town. I took my clothes off along the way. By the time I arrived,
I was fully undressed. When I walked through the gate, no one batted an
eye. I approached Brian's house and rang the bell. Brian answered the
door with a big grin and that was it. He was buck naked.
He had some friends over, three other strapping young men. I had to try
my best not to get a boner the second I walked in the door. The four of
us sat around a handmade wooden table and had coffee and shot the
breeze. All but Brian, who once he had greeted me and offered me coffee,
proceeded to do his "exercises" on the rug of the living room, which was
only a few yards from the table we sat around.
I should have put my shorts back on because I sprang a boner
immediately. Brian had his arms wrapped around his thighs, pulling them
up toward his chest and was rocking back and forth on the threadbare
rug. His bare ass faced me as I sat at the table with my eyes glued to
those plump but firm cheeks. His crack was wide open, and I even saw his
asshole, small and puckered and surrounded by the soft down of dark hair
that also covered his ass and thighs. His balls hung down as well as his
cock, which wasn't hard, but seemed swollen, fat and juicy. I was
trembling inside just watching him.
''You already did those exercises, Brian, why are you doing them again?"
Derek asked from the table beside me.
Brian only laughed and proceeded to roll on his side and stretch out on
his belly, spreading his thighs and raising his head in a yoga position.
His sky-blue eyes happened to meet mine as I gawked like an idiot. He
flashed a white-toothed smile and I replied with a feeble one of my own.
At that moment, I knew I had to have him in bed. I just had to get my
hands on that big, sexy butt.
It was getting late and they encouraged me to stay over instead of
walking home through the woods. Brian was enthusiastic. "You can sleep
on the mat in my room, it's not too uncomfortable." He still hadn't put
any clothes on and was sitting at the table grinning at me.
Brian had a bedroom upstairs in the spacious, old log cabin. I followed
him up the narrow stairway by the light of a kerosene lamp, his naked
ass pumping and my cock throbbing. That flickering light illuminated his
room, which was large and clean and nearly empty, with only a big bed in
one corner and a row of drawers built into the wall beside it. A huge
set of windows looked out over the mountain valley below the cabin.
"You can sleep here, I think you'll be warm enough, but if not let me
know." Brian smiled. He then crawled onto his own large bed, sprawled
out naked on top of the covers. It was warm in there, from the heat of
the day lingering in his high room.
I lay down after thanking him and stripped by the light of the moon
flooding the room from the open windows. I lay there for a good half
hour with a hard cock aching between my thighs before I got up the nerve
to rise and approach Brian's bed. I stood beside it naked while he lay
on his belly, that fantastic ass glowing in the moonlight. Eventually, I
took a deep breath and crawled in beside him, wrapping my arms around
his back and throwing my thigh across his ass, my hard boner poked right
into one plump butt cheek.
He was incredibly hot, his body smooth with hard muscle beneath the
burning skin. For a moment, he only lay there breathing slowly. I was
shaking so hard my cock was actually jabbing into his ass with the force
of my shivering.
"Are you cold?" I heard him suddenly whisper, his body still unmoving,
merely lying there beneath me warm and relaxed. At least he wasn't
jumping up and running screaming from the room.
"No, I want to fuck you," I blurted out, the least romantic of things I
could possibly have said.
He rolled over slowly to face me. The light illuminated his broad face,
clean-shaven, unlike mine with my short, curly, blond beard. With his
large nose and full lips and deep eye sockets, he was not exactly
handsome, but he was masculine in a gentle way. He proved that by
smiling before he took my face in his hands and kissed me.
His tongue went right into my mouth. I inhaled sharply and moaned. His
body meshed with mine, his cock fat was swelling up to match the steel
boner I was pressing into his belly. He wrapped strong arms around me
and I immediately searched out those big butt melons, grabbing a good
handful of each. Touching his ass, feeling the large muscles and the
plump flesh surrounding them, sliding over the soft swirls of down — I
was in a heaven of fulfilled fantasy. I just couldn't keep my hands off
them, and when he rolled over on top of me to allow me free reign, I
clutched at his ass with ferocious enthusiasm.
He spread his thighs wide and raised his butt while sliding his fat
tongue deep into my mouth and sighing. I felt up into his crack,
groaning against his tongue as I found the sweaty, pliable butthole with
my fingers. I was crazed, digging into the spongy entrance with my
fingers at once, pulling the sphincter apart and shoving into the
center, feeling the heated maw and the tight channel beyond.
He squirmed around my assault, but did not move away, instead bucking up
into my fingers and throwing his legs farther apart. Then, he
disengaged from his mouth-sucking, momentarily.
"God, your body is so hard, Danny! You haven't got an ounce of fat on
you," he whispered in my face.
His body was pressed into mine, heavy and warm, his ass was grinding in
circles around my digging fingers. "Your ass is so hot, I can't get
enough of it!" I managed to croak back. Blunt, but honest.
"I'll get some lubrication," he chuckled. He seemed much more at ease
than I did, maybe he'd done this a lot more often. He rose from the
bed, although I was reluctant to release that big, hot butt. My fingers
slid from his pulsing butthole and dropped to my crotch. I stroked my
aching cock while he rose and went to his wall dressers. I lay there and
watched, his big body powerful by the light of the moon, his thighs
matching the hefty swell of his buns, his back broad and his arms heavy.
Hair covered his legs and ass, but not his back. And his chest and belly
were covered in the same silky down that coated his butt. It was quite a
contrast to my lean muscularity. I was blond and tan and pretty hairless
except for my forearms and thighs, which had a good coating of
straw-colored fur. I lay there jacking my cock, hungry for him to be
back on top of me, his heavy, hairy body spread-eagled over me with his
ass wide open.
''You can use this massage oil. But take it easy, I'm not used to it."
I took the bottle of oil from him and slopped it all over my fingers.
The silky stuff ran down my palms and wrists, but I didn't care. I was
immediately groping up between his thighs from the front. He let me get
up into his ass with my fingers. I found his hole and poked at it
roughly, the slippery oil making it easy for me to slide a finger deep
into the hot pit.
"Oh man that feels so good!"
I groaned when my finger buried itself entirely inside him. The warm
hole pulsed tight then expanded as I added another finger, then clamped
again before gaping apart as Brian rolled his butt and squatted over me,
a loud gasp signaling his acceptance of my violation. I worked those two
fingers in and out of the slick fuck-hole. I couldn't get enough of it,
exploring the rim and the insides, digging around, poking in and out and
gasping loudly with the labor of my lust.
I pulled him down over my crotch, one hand on his big ass and the other
up his butthole. He cooperated, spreading his legs on either side of
mine and then sat down on my lap. My cock was there, hard and ready. He
placed his hands on either side of my head and lifted his butt. There
was not much that needed to be said. I let go of his ass and grabbed my
hard boner. I thrust it up into his warm butthole. I yanked my fingers
out of it and shoved my cock into the slick maw. It went right in like a
hot knife into butter. It went all the way to the balls in one quick
punch.
"Ohhh."
He was feeling it and I went berserk, ramming into him with rapid jabs
and grunting like I was a starving pig at the trough. He was repeating
that moan with every prod of my cock up his convulsing chute.
I realized he was cumming when his asshole went into spasms around my
pounding fuck-shaft. I felt a splatter of warm wetness on my chest and
stomach. That was exhilarating, fucking him so hard he shot himself all
over me without even touching his own cock.
Well, that was not the end of it — not by far. I was so hot and excited I
couldn't stop myself. I had to have his butt every which way I could
conceive of. After he sprayed me with his cum, his matching rhythm to my
furious fucking subsided, and he was crouching over me with his butt a
slack pit and his moans were low, guttural sighs. That was great for a
few minutes, the way his body was limp above me and I could pound into
his slack hole however hard I wanted.
But I wanted more. I rose up and twisted our bodies around, my cock
sliding from his asshole momentarily as I shoved him face-down on the
bed. He sprawled there willingly, his legs wide apart, his ass waiting
for me. That was incredible. I got up and crawled between his thighs,
finding the bottle of oil and splashing more of it all over his ass
crack. I found his asshole, now battered and stretched and easily
entered by three of my probing fingers. That felt fine, the way his hole
was so open and accessible. I played with it for a few minutes while he
lay there and took it, his ass gleaming in the moonlight, slowly
writhing up and down to meet my exploring fingers.
I fucked him again, laying on top of him and drilling in deep with my
hard cock. I shoved his thighs far apart and got in close with my hips.
I lay on top of him and felt his big body and big butt beneath me. I
planted wet sloppy kisses all over his back and shoulders. He just took
it all like a champ, sighing and moaning.
It wasn't enough. I got up and dragged him with me to the window. He
didn't resist, moving silently ahead of me as I groped his butt while
shoving him to the window by the shoulder. He leaned into the ledge and
spread his legs. I held him by the neck with one hand and stood behind
him. I spread his ass with the other hand and buried my cock to the hilt
inside his slippery chute.
He moaned, loud and deep, and he leaned right down and put his head on
his hands on the window ledge. That opened up his asshole and I had an
easy fuck. I stared out the window as I impaled him with steady thrusts.
I fucked relentlessly. I stood back and looked down at him as I drove my
cock between his spread cheeks. He was strong, big, a real man. But I
was fucking his butthole, he was moaning and he loved it. I felt down
between his legs with my hands, grasping his ball-sack and then his
cock. It was limp, hanging there, sticky with his cum. The feel of that
limp cock only added to my feeling of domination and increased the fury
of my fucking. I pounded into him, mashing his oiled hole with my hard
boner.
He took it all, spreading his legs wider and rolling his butt. I held
onto his limp cock and strained to fuck him to the limit. My cock
burned, my balls began to tighten up, and I just couldn't hold back the
flood of orgasm. Cum flew from my cockhead up into his ass, pulled right
out of my guts by his willing hole.
I was moaning louder than him, and shuddering on the brink of collapse.
I pulled out of his ass and my cock sprayed all over his butt and the
backs of his thighs. He leaned into the windowsill while I leaned into
him. I wrapped my arms around his back and chest and heaved with the
laboring of my pounding heart and burning lungs. We stood like that
until my shaking subsided.
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