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It took only five more minutes before we turned off the main road onto Mr. Reynolds’ service road, which was on the north side of his rather large property. It was a beautiful spring morning and the forecast said that the temperature was going to be unseasonably warm. Lucky for us, considering that we were going to a nudist camp, I thought to myself. Actually, the more I considered the situation, the less inhibited I felt. I had visited many Japanese hot springs and been naked in front of many other guys with no problems. Why would this be any different?
Well to begin with, I had never been to a hot spring with a male family member, let alone his friends, whom I’ve known all my life. Although I had wondered what it would be like to introduce my father to a nice hot spring experience in Japan, he and Mom never had a chance to visit. I reasoned that this would be an opportunity to at least experience something similar.
“Yeah, Jack’s done a lot with his camp since the last time you saw it, Charlie,” Dad said. “When was that anyway? High school maybe?”
“Yeah I think you guys had a World Series party there my senior year,” I recalled. “That would have been the last time.”
“Well since then he’s put in a pool table, a jacuzzi, and a great home entertainment center. I’ll have to challenge you to a game of pool after we eat.”
“Sounds great, but I have to admit I’m really rusty. The last time I shot pool was over five years ago.” I admitted.
“Well then, I guess I’ll have to school you,” Dad laughed.
After driving for at least a mile down a bumpy dirt road lined with mesquite trees, the camp became visible as we rounded a right-hand bend. There were three trucks parked out in front and smoke could be seen wafting up from behind the brown wood camp. Dad blew his horn four times as we pulled up next to a mud splattered white Ford.
“That’s the secret knock,” he said with a grin. He cut the engine and we opened our doors simultaneously as the dust we had kicked up clouded our exit from the truck. I have to admit I was feeling kind of shaky as I hit the ground. My stomach was churning and my heart was racing as I began the walk to the camp. Dad put his arm around my shoulder.
“Hope you don’t feel freaked out about this, Charlie. We’ve shared a lot this last year, and I just thought you’d want to know more about the real me. I don’t want to keep you in the dark anymore,” he explained.
Just as he finished his sentence, the front door of the camp opened and Mr. Reynolds strode down the three steps wearing a big smile ... and nothing else. He was tan from head to toe and it was obvious that he had kept himself in good shape over the years. He had a long, lean swimmer’s physique, and his crotch was shaved clean. As he walked toward Dad and me, I couldn’t help but notice the size of his flaccid cock as it flopped from side to side with each step. Mr. Reynolds was truly one horse-hung son of a bitch! “No wonder he started his own nudist camp,” I thought to myself. “He must’ve gotten tired keeping that thing pent up.” I caught myself staring, and Dad must have caught me, too.
“Looks like you have an admirer, Jack. You definitely have a talent for catching people off guard with that thing,” he joked.
“Don’t let your Dad made you feel self-conscious Charlie. I’ve had to put up with his shit for years,” countered Mr. Reynolds with a sly grin. “Just his envy talking.”
“Damn straight that’s my envy talking, you donkey-cock son of a bitch,” Dad parried. I realized that hearing them banter like that helped to put me at ease. It was refreshing to hear guys talking openly about their physiques instead of dancing around the topic.
“Anyway, Charlie, glad you could make it to my little getaway,” said Mr. Reynold’s shaking my hand firmly. “Bet it looks different than the last time you were here. I’ve made the place much more livable. Come up and check it out,”
He turned and led the way up the steps. Dad and I followed as he opened the door and entered the large main room. The feel was very airy, enhanced by the use of light-colored wood throughout. To the left was a kitchen area with large island that could be used as a snack bar. Against the right wall was a very large flatscreen TV and entertainment center. Comfortable-looking couches facing the TV populated the middle part of the room. Through the large sliding-glass door leading to the backyard, I could see smoke rising from a bar-b-que pit and two other guys sitting with their backs toward the cabin, enjoying the nice weather. I noticed that the speakers in the room were belting out country music from my parents’ generation ... stuff like Jim Reeves, Hank Williams, Sr., and Patsy Cline.
“You’ve really done a lot with the place, Mr. Reynolds,” I said, surprised by all of the added amenities since the last time I had visited the place. It really was a grand, secluded getaway.
“Just call me Jack, Charlie. Yeah, Kitty and I spent a good chunk of our retirement money on this place,” he said with a laugh. “Help yourself to anything. I know it’s before noon, but if you’d like a beer or something else to drink, the fridge is always stocked with a lot of different stuff. Once you and your Dad get changed, you can grab whatever you want and come meet everyone on the back deck.” Poking me in the ribs he added, “You brought your birthday suit, right? I think you’ll be much more comfortable in that than what you’ve got on.”
“Never leave home without it. Just a little furrier and less well-equipped in some places compared with present company,” I attempted to joke.
“Ha. No problem. Your Dad can show you where the changing place is. There’s plenty of space for you to put your clothes and stuff. Bob, we’ll be out back when you guys are ready.
“Sure thing, Jack. C’mon, Charlie, I’ll show you around the place a little more.”
Dad headed toward the left side of the room where there was a large alcove with many cubby-holes lining the walls.
“This is the changing area, Charlie. Just find an open space to put your stuff,” Dad said as he started unbuttoning his shirt. There was plenty of space for two people to fit comfortably in the space without bumping into each other. Following his lead, I started taking off my sweatshirt and undershirt, feeling my cock plump a little due to the fact that I was getting naked right next to my own father. I had to keep myself focused on not getting a full-on raging boner as I placed my shirts in one of the empty cubbies. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see he had finished with his shirts and was undoing his belt. In one movement, he dropped his pants and underwear to the floor.
“Ahh ... feels great to be free,” he commented as he stepped out of the bunched up pile of clothing. It was the first time I’d seen him nude since I was a young kid during shower time. His frame was not as tall or chiseled as Jack, but nonetheless, he was fit for his age. Not much of a belly. To my surprise, he was smooth like Jack, too—no hair on his body to speak of. Naturally, I was curious about his package, so I took a quick glance, and it didn’t disappoint. Although not the same proportion as his friend, he was definitely hung. His thick cock arched downward from his hairless crotch over a pair of fine eggs. It ended, as I had recalled, in a tapered pucker of foreskin.
“Not bad for 70, right?” he said, standing in front of me with his hands on his hips.
“You don’t look a day over 69,” I joked.
“Ah! My favorite number!” he laughed and stuffed his remaining clothes in his cubby. “I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re finished,” he said.
“Yeah, I’ll be right there,” I said as I unfastened my own belt and completely disrobed. I was still conscious of my plump softie and tried desperately to think of anything that would keep it from getting harder. I noticed that Dad’s cock, although thick, didn’t seem to be in any state of excitement.
After stepping out of my pants, I was finally standing naked and free in someone else’s place. I glanced over at a full-length mirror hanging on the left wall. Compared with my father, my chest and legs were very hairy, and my cock and balls, framed by a pubic nest, had none of the hang or heft of his. Despite this, I felt exhilarated by the current situation, but didn’t want a sprung cock embarrassing me in front of all of Dad’s friends. I put my stuff away and with a sigh of “Here we go!” I strode back to the main room. It felt strange not holding a small towel in front of me, as was common practice at Japanese hot springs. There was nothing to hide behind, and that was a bit frightening to say the least. Especially since compared to Jack, and even my father, my cock was a mere pup to their full-grown Mastiffs, as it were.
In the kitchen, my Dad was digging around for something in the fridge. As he did, I got a clear view of him in profile, but I had to cut my glance short when I heard him he ask if I wanted a beer.
“Sure, I’ll take whatever he’s got,” I said.
He grabbed two bottles, closed the fridge, and proceeded to open them up.
“Here you go. Soooo, how does it feel? Same as those Japanese hot springs you told us about?” he asked.
“Quite a bit different than the hot springs in Japan,” I said with a laugh. “And a lot less wet, anyway.”
“Not sure about the less wet part,” he said pointing at my cock with a smile. I hadn’t noticed, but I guess the excitement had gotten my juices flowing. When I looked down, I saw a large droplet of glistening precum hanging from my barely limp cock. Seriously embarrassed, I instinctively rubbed the clear fluid off my cock as quickly as I could.
“Guess that’s a remnant of our talk in the truck,” I blurted out.
“No worries, Charlie. If I hadn’t pinched off a big bead into my absorbent undies while we were changing, I’d be dripping even more than that,” he said, trying to reassure me. “Anyway, I think it’s great that we have a chance to finally see each other ‘au natural’ after so many years. The last time I saw you like this was when you were just a little guy,” he recalled. “After our showers, I remember you used to love pretending to shave, so I would give you my razor, without any blades of course, and you’d lather up and shave just like an old pro.”
“Yeah, I remember that!” I said with a grin. “Do you still have that old-style razor?”
Sure do. It’s in my medicine cabinet somewhere. I can give it to you when we get back to the house. Looks like you need it,” he said, pointing to my hairy chest.
“Yeah definitely,” I replied, rubbing my torso. Dad reminding me of that razor really brought back memories. Like the fact that Old Spice was his default scent after those showers.
“I also remember that when we used to shower, you would stare at my cock and say, ‘Daddy, why are you peeing in the shower. You’re not supposed to do that!’” he laughed and sipped his beer.
I was surprised that he remembered that. “Yeah, I guess for a kid, it’s a really strange thing,” I replied.
“Actually, I remember saying the exact same thing to my Dad when I showered with him,” he confessed. “I guess deep down little boys are always fascinated with their father’s cock,” he observed. “I mean they look ten times bigger, they’re surrounded by hair, and they have a strange sack of skin hanging underneath. It’s really an odd piece of equipment, eh?”
“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I guess it’s just natural to compare and notice differences when you’re a kid,”
“Not just when you’re a kid,” he explained. “Even at my age, I’m still curious about body differences. There’s such a wide range out there, and it’s fun to see what other people look like and compare. It never gets old,” he laughed and sipped his beer. “I guess that’s why I like coming out to Jack’s. I get to satisfy my curiosity a little and talk with other guys about their curiosities. It’s a shame that it’s taken me this long to experience this, and I guess I just wanted to help you experience it before you get to be an old man like me,” he grinned.
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