Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2013 02:22:28 -0400 From: BigBadJon BigBadJon Subject: Nudist Gathering PLEASE REMEMBER THAT WITHOUT YOUR FINANCIAL SUPPORT THERE WOULD BE NO NIFTY.ORG. THIS IS NOT A FREE SERVICE AND WE ALL NEED TO PAY THE BILLS. PLEASE DONATE TODAY. I had to admit I'd been intrigued about going to my first nudist gathering at Matt's place. Matt was a nice guy, a proud and out nudist and gay man, and I trusted him. He answered the myriad of questions that I asked with great patience. He assured me that nothing happened at these things that the guys did not want to happen, or that would make me uncomfortable." If someone did get aggressive," he assured me, "a polite, 'I'm just here for the beer,'" would clue them in to my comfort level, and they'd know I was not there for anything but my first time naturist experience. The internet invitation had a definite beginning and ending time, and Mat assured me that I could leave at anytime if it got too rough on my psyche to be around all of his naked friends. The time frame made it easy to not leave too early or hang too late, so I clicked ACCEPT on the screen to let Matt know I was taking the plunge, so to speak. He already reassured me that very few men get a boner on their first nudist gathering because it was all too new, and the worry alone would prevent it from happening, so my confidence was pretty high as the gathering date drew nearer. . I wasn't sure whether to arrive early, so I could get naked and get some sense of "casual" before everyone else arrived, or arrive late, and see what I was getting myself into, in case I wanted to back out quickly if I changed my mind. I decided to go early, thinking being naked would be easier than getting naked for a group of guys I had never met. As fate would have it, traffic was horrible for a sunny Saturday, probably everyone headed out to the beach, and although I left early, I arrived a half hour after the beginning of the gathering, and the party, of course, started without me. Matt answered the door completely naked and ushered me into the bedroom to undress and leave what few clothes I had worn there. I glanced over my shoulder into the main room and saw a few naked butts, a cock or two, and smiling faces with drinks in their hands and plates with food. Matt had told me to dress light, so I only wore a tee shirt, a pair of shorts and flip flops. Matt watched me as I undressed, and assured me, "You'll be fine. This is no big deal. Have fun with it!" I felt a bit exhibitionist talking my clothes off in front of my naked friend, knowing I was getting ready for some "Big Reveal" to the rest of his nudist buddies in the main part of the house. As I walked nude toward the bedroom door, Matt put his arm over my bare shoulder and kissed me hello on the cheek. "I am so glad you came, James, I mean I am so glad you decided to come...Let's try this again. I am so glad you could attend!" and he pulled me toward him, pressing my left bare hip to his bare right hip I could feel the tension begin to leave my body. "Well, off we go," I answered cheerfully as we walked into a room full of naked bodies. "Hey guys, this is my friend, James. This is his first gathering, so go easy on him!" There was a unison of chuckles and voices saying, "Hey," and, "Glad you could make it." Matt ushered me towards the drink table for a drink that I badly needed to help settle my nerves. We made light conversation for awhile as I looked around the room at several naked men, all sorts of body types, hairy and hairless, tall and short, fat and skinny, and some nice looking cocks and balls. Matt sensed my need for visual exploration and told me he was headed to the kitchen to get more food and I could join him there or just hang out and get more comfortable. I opted to avoid the overcrowded kitchen and stayed by the drink table. "Hey. James. Glad you could make it" came from beside me in my peripheral hearing and vision, and the voice sounded familiar, It was my friend Tom, whom I didn't even know was into the nudism thing. I hadn't seen him in ages. He pulled me into a bear hug and I felt our crotches meet with cocks and balls looking for space. I hugged Tom back, kind of glad to find another friend at the gathering. It was the first nude hug of my newbie nudist life with another man, and it felt good. It felt intimate but not sexual. It felt free. "I didn't know you were coming to this," I said. Tom smiled and responded, "Yeah, I have been to several, actually. I am glad to see you too. So this is your first time," he continued. I looked him over casually, trying not to dwell to long on his tight hairless pink balls and thick cock with the Prince Albert piercing hanging heavily off the end. I would never forget the PA after our first meeting. I remembered how I worried that the chunk of metal would chip my teeth as I sucked on his beautiful cock a few months earlier. I was glad it didn't, and I resolved to not go the heavy metal piercing route if I ever got a piercing. "Maybe something more dainty," I giggled to myself. I could hear Tom rambling in my ear about his first time experience at a nudist gathering, but my eyes were drawn to another guy across the room as I smiled appropriately for Tom's story. Who is that guy over there by the food?" I asked, interrupting his one-sided conversation. I don't know his real name, but his chat name is Big Bad John," he responded. He's not that big. Maybe a tad overweight," I answered as I kept my gaze on the man, and he focused briefly at me from a few feet away. "I don't think the big part is about his weight, "Tom responded with a big smile and a wink. "So is Rick here with you too?" I asked Tom. Rick was the guy I had introduced to Tom a few months before and they had become instant fuck buddies. Ricked feigned to be some big top, but I had never known them to even have penetrative sex. We'd watch TV after they came for dinner multiple times, and inevitably, they'd make love on the couch while I watched from across the room. If nothing else, I had fairly uninhibited friends when it came to such things. I just enjoyed seeing them cum, and it always made me horny, although we never did anything together. I had never been able to muster the courage to do what they enjoyed so much, sharing their intimacy while others watched. "Yeah, Rick is in here somewhere, probably in the bathroom," Tom answered as he looked around. "I think I will go find him," he continued as he wandered off. Maybe it was insecurity, but Tom was on the hunt for Rick so I refocused on Big Bad John, still standing at the food table across the room. He was a handsome guy in a simple sort of way. Probably six foot tall, moderately hairy, shaved head, cleanshaven face. If balls are any indication of a hard dick size, he has some nice heavy low hangers in a wrinkled hairless tan-colored sack. He obviously took the naturist thing seriously because he had no tanlines. He was definitely handsome and desirable. Big Bad John caught me looking again and fixed his handsome brown-eyed gaze on me from across the room. I glanced casually down his body to appreciate the beauty of his cock being partially covered by a loose foreskin, but there wasn't enough skin to assume he was hooded as the eye of his cock was fully open and visible. There are not many uncut cocks in this part of the country, sadly. He continued politely listening to the conversation with the nude twink standing partially between us, but his eyes kept coming back to catch mine. I was so busted, and I admit again that I did find him very attractive, even though nudism is supposedly about freedom and not body image. "So do I go to him or let him come to me?" I wondered to myself as I sipped some of the drink Matt had made for me and tried to look disengaged and available. I inhaled deeply, trying to control my breath and not respond too obviously to his wanton attention. Then I realized that Big Bad John was more than interested in me and not interested at all in his twink conversationalist, as his fantasy worked its magic and his flaccid cock began to thicken and peak out of its loose hood of foreskin. I remembered that Matt had said there weren't too many hard cocks at these things, but John's was definitely changing proportions, and he made no effort to conceal it. It lengthened and thickened, extending first down towards the floor as it engorged and the tip became like a small purple plum. I could see a few others around the room taking visual notice too, but they kept their conversations going as if nothing was happening. I winked at John. He winked back. In less than a minute, his cock was seven inches long and thicker than a paper towel tube, and no longer pointing at the floor but pointing right at me from across the room like some heat-seeking missile aimed at its target. I blushed as eyes went from John's cock to my face. My eyes went from John's cock to John's face, and he winked again. Someone I could not identify whispered off to my left, "John has found himself a conquest," as the guy next to him looked and then they both tuned their heads subtly toward me. I suddenly felt the blood leaving my body and rushing to my cock. Within seconds it rose from parade rest to full attention, pointing at the ceiling. A few more glances came my way as the sexual tension in the room grew. My balls pulled up tight against the base of my cock. Even though the room was cool, I could feel a thin sheen of sweat form all over my body. A bead of sweat slowly trickled down my back and into the crack of my ass, I could feel my hole dampening as it descended and stopped behind my sweating balls, wetting the petals of my rosebud. I have never felt desire so palpable and public. .I took another breath trying to concentrate and make my own arousal go away, but it was impossible. John smirked as he too saw my arousal and dismissed himself from the kid holding his attention, and set his plate and glass on the food table. He paused, as if contemplating his next move, and then began his walk across the room toward me. Like a peacock on display he walked proudly across the carpet, his engorged cock pointing the way. Some gasped quietly, seeing his exhibition. Others turned away, jealously whispering, "What a show off." Others whispered "God it is beautiful. Wish that was for me." Someone answered still in a whisper, "It's for the new guy over by the drink table. Now you know why John is so Big and Bad!" "Lucky new guy," came the whispered response. John's cock did not bounce or sway as he moved towards me. He was rock solid, and the helmet tip was so engorged, its skin so tight that it was shiny. I tried not to stare at his cock but look at his smiling face as he approached.. As he came in as close as he could, a drop of precum leaked like a tear from the eye of his prick and displayed his desire so clearly. He reached down and caught it on his finger and stuck the finger into his mouth as he reached his destination. Pulling his finger from his mouth, he reached out to shake my hand, his finger still damp with precum and saliva. "I'm John, How are you this evening?" he asked shaking my hand slowly and waiting for me to give my name.. "I...um...I am James," I stammered, trying not to lose what little cool I had left. His cock pointed right at my cock, which had calmed down only a little bit, so that it almost touched his rampant hardness in some fantasy fencing parry. As he held my right hand shaking it, his left hand came to my crotch and he cradled my hairless engorged balls as he held my attention with his gorgeous brown eyes. "Is this for me?" he asked, gently rolling my orbs in his warm hand and pulling them gently downward. More people were watching the progression of our sexual ballet. I blushed. How do you answer such a blatant question? "Maybe? I guess. I dunno," I said, almost choking on the words. "Well I hope so," he responded, giving me a gentle squeeze before releasing my jewels from captivity. I missed his invasive caress as the cool warmth left and the cool air hit my sack. So, this is your first time?" he asked, "How do you like it so far?" ."It's been an education, I guess," trying to sound cute. It felt awkward being the clear center of his attention and the attention of others. "I think you handle yourself pretty well." he answered, giving his own hard cock a slight pull downward and letting it bounce back up to point at me again. My cock responded immediately by rising back up to point at the ceiling. "Very nice," he whispered. "Very nice indeed. " He locked his eyes on mine and gently spoke, "May I kiss you?" His hand found my chin as if guiding my focus. "Um...yeah...that would be fine. I mean,...yeah, I'd like that." His hand moves from my chin down across my jaw line, and behind my ear lobe. I shuddered. I remember that I hadn't shaved since early morning, but it doesn't matter now. Then his hand moves behind the slightly sweaty nape of my neck as he pulls me closer. I feel him flex his knees so his hips lower and his cock presses between my legs under my sack. My cock s pressed between our bodies, as his lips touch mine. First a gentle touch, and then more insistent. His tongue grazes my lips and his hand moves from my neck down to my hips, joining his other hand, pulling me tighter to his arousal by my willing hips. I find my arms intuitively wrapping around his massive barrel chest as our kiss becomes more intimate, more intense. I lick the tip of his tongue resting on my lower lip with the tip of mine. I feel the sheen of sweat on my inner thighs dampening the hard column invader between them. I flex my thigh muscles to make them grasp the hard dampness. He moans into my mouth as his tongue enters slowly and he begins to suck the breath out of me. I feel as if I am experiencing my first asphyxiation sex ritual as his holds me even tighter and I feel his hand trace up my back and then back down with middle finger extended to scrape down my back to find the valley that leads to the Garden of Delights, carrying the sweat with it as it pauses at my rosebud and tenderly caresses the petals. I lose control and let out an audible moan into his mouth. A room full of men, and I am being watched, and now the guy who was afraid he'd pop a boner at his first naturist gathering is having hot sensual foreplay with someone he just met. I push John away as I break the suction of our lips. "Matt said...Matt said..." "What?" "Matt said this wouldn't happen." I whisper furtively, looking into John's sweet face. "Too much? I can back away. If it is," he offers. "No! Not too much but so fast. I am not sure I am ready for this!" "Ready?" John asks. "Everything about you says you're ready. Everything about me says I am ready. You want to stop?" The silence between us lasts for seconds but feels like minutes. Our eyes are locked. Each is begging the other to not let this end. Another bead of precum dangles from John's still hard raging cock. I am afraid of losing control. I am turning into an exhibitionist and I think I am liking it. But I want to take John home to my bed. I want to make love for hours. I want to feel his cock deep inside me, filling me, grazing my prostate, making me beg for his seed. I want to feel him deep inside me, possessing me, and exchange body fluids with this handsome guy. John looks at me with a wry smile and grabs his cock. "The songwriter said, he sings 'If you want, here it is. Come and get it. But you better hurry cuz it's going fast!'" I know exactly what he is saying in his off key singing voice. I look across the room and catch Matt's eye and whisper to Big Bad John, "Maybe Matt has a room we can use," but Matt shakes his head to remind me of the "no private rooms" rule we had discussed previously, to supposedly prevent gatherings from turning into orgies. John takes my hand and leads me over to the couch and we sit next to each other, our cocks still hard and needy. Let's try this," he says as we sit next to each other. We begin to make out again, and it seems as if the group is refocusing on something other than us as our passion is more controlled. I keep gasping for air at the feel of this man's tongue on my lips and in my mouth, and his slippery fingers at my back portal. I try to wrap my head around what is happening. My cock aches for release. My balls are so tight they are painful. My hole needs to be teased by more than fingers. John presses his barrel chest against me, forcing me to lay down rather than sit. His body rises up and hovers over me as we continue our kissing and touching. His cock find the valley between my nutsack and my thigh, and the precum and sweat join to form some delicious slipperiness as he slides up and down that groove. His pubes rub against my cock, teasing me to a fuller hardness. "We need to stop, John," I whisper as I pull his mouth off of mine. I am feeling way too needy. I am feeling way too vulnerable. Way to willing. John looks in my face and then whispers into my ear, "Just pretend nobody is here, but you and me. The room is empty. The noise is far away. Nobody can see us. Can you do that?" He lowers his mouth to my chest and begins licking the sweat off of my nipples. His slow mouth trails down my body, and suddenly his hot breath is in my pubes. He holds his lips sealed to me and blows hot air onto my body creating a warm spot where his lips rest. He drags his tongue along my cock from tip to base and then traces a wet circle around each of my aching testicles. He kisses them both and uses his tongue to tease behind them. I know what he wants. I know what I want. I refocus, pretending we are alone. Part of me wants to pass out. Part of me wants to remain conscious to feel all of these sensations. I am in sexual overload. John flexes my legs at the knees, and puts my feet on each side of his head on the couch. He spreads my legs even wider. His talented tongue begins to tickle the petals of my now exposed rose. He lathes tons of saliva there until I am almost screaming with pleasure. The room becomes a blur. I know there are other nude men very close to us, but I no longer care. This is just about me and Big Bad John. Only we exist in this moment. I feel his finger inside me, feather dusting my swollen prostate. I want to cry out with the pleasure he is creating. I suddenly feel more tightness, realizing he now has two fingers inside me, gently squeezing my prostate between the two massaging digits. The ache grows many fold. Please fuck me, John," I gasp through clenched teeth. I cannot believe I let the words pass my lips. What I never thought would happen, I have now asked to happen. "Almost there, James." John moans. "You have to take three before you can ever take me." I feel his two fingers withdraw from deep inside me and then I feel three pressing against my portal. I will myself to relax even more. "Oh my god, three fingers before his cock," I muse. I will my hole to relax. I want the Big Bad John inside me so badly. John lifts my right leg and places the calf above us on the back of the couch. I begin to realize that others are seeing him preparing me for mounting. I no longer care. My most intimate place is now being spread open for a room full of men to see. Someone takes my left ankle and calf and pulls it up and away from my body. I can feel the coolness of the air on my exposed pink rose as John's saliva cools at the portal. John rises to his knees. His cock is hard and waiting for the pleasure of my body. I see him through the blur of my euphoria as he spits on his hand and lubes his hardness. He presses the plum head of his rampant prick against my rose, crushing the petals. Will my rose to open for his pollination? He is so thick. I wince slightly as the flange of his glans pops past the ring into my portal. John pauses. "Are you okay, James?" I nod my head in assent through the mix of pleasure and pain. All seven inches of his thick column slowly and tenderly sink into me. He possesses me completely. I hear the clapping of hands but I am clueless of where the sound originates. I feel John's wiry pubic hair against the sensitive parts around my rose bud, and I know I am taken. I am vanquished. I am his and he is mine. At this moment, nothing else matters. John withdraws all but the tip of his cock and does sweet short jabs against my prostate that drive me even more senseless. He whispers, "Those are for you, James. Now some for me," and he long strokes all seven inches as deeply as he can, as I feel his pelvis jar mine with each thrust. "You are as amazing as they told me you'd be," he whispers as he pauses mid stroke. "They told you," I think to myself. "Who are they?" It doesn't matter. They are right. I am amazing. I clench my ring around his amazing invader. John whimpers with pleasure. Oh Baby, you are incredible," he groans, "and you are so going to make me cum. He pumps several times more, deep inside me. There is only pleasure for both of us. "Where do you want me to cum, James?" His thrusts increase in tempo. I feel his cock pulsing as the tension builds. "Can I empty myself deep inside you or should I pull out? Tell me Baby, where do you want my load?" "God, just cum. Mark me as yours. You are so big and so bad! This is amazing!" And with those words John releases himself into my body. I clench my portal tight around his shaft. I will not a single drop of him escape. I milk every drop from his heavy balls. I can feel my rose being pollinated as his prick spasms multiple times and his essence floods into my body. I am the chalice and he is the giver of life that is his DNA. For this moment alone we are one. I hear applause again, and I realize it is the men of the Gathering applauding my pollination. I don't care. This was an amazing way to be introduced to social nudism, even if we broke every rule! Praise or Critique to thebigbadjon@hotmail.com. I have now posted three NIFTY stories! ENJOY!