Dirty Fun

A collection by P.A. Choi

Copyright 2020 P.A. Choi

Cover design by P.A. Choi.

Table of Contents

How I Ended Up in the Girls Volleyball Team Locker Room

The Lady Vipers Volleyball Team Goes to a Nudist Resort

Penis Inspection Day

Dick Jack Island

About P.A. Choi

How I Ended Up in the Girls Volleyball Team Locker Room

From the trash folder of Superintendent Sully

Dear Superintendent Sully:

I am writing to you today so that I may apologize for my behavior and for the awful scandal that has resulted from it. It was not my intention to bring shame to the school or to take advantage of anyone in any way. I was completely innocent in my intentions, and for all the damage that has come from them, I am sorry.

This will be a long e-mail, because I feel I need to explain myself fully, and that once you know the full story of my situation, you may view me less unfavorably (I could never hope that you would look on me with any opinion even slightly weighted towards "favorable," but if I can move the scale just a bit, then I will). I just hope that you will not cast unfavorable judgment on the girls of the Lady Vipers volleyball team as a result of learning what I will share with you in this e-mail, if you haven't already attempted to punish or admonish them. Believe me, they are good students and deserve no grief for what occurred last week. They are good girls, and only intended to have good fun. Who exactly am I blaming, then? Me, or the girls? I believe basic human nature is to blame.

So allow me to explain. As you may know, I am the social media manager for the Lady Vipers. They hired me directly, based on my work for other teams in the region. I have no affiliation with the school and never have claimed to have any, and I state as much in my contract. I do not represent the school. Now what do I do as a social media manager? Basically, I follow the girls around and photograph them during games and outside of games, get statements from them to post on their social media accounts, and then I manage said accounts. I am responsible for updating and maintaining all of the team's social media profiles (of which they have many, not all of them known to you, I assume), but I am not responsible for the content. I post only what the team tells me to, and nothing they don't. That should clear me a little, don't you think?

Now, I was following the girls on the day of their big game against the Stingers, which was a great game. I got some amazing action shots, too. But before the game, I was hanging out with the girls at the water-hole on campus, where they were relaxing a bit and eating a very light breakfast.

Now I know that must look weird, for a [quite handsome, I must say] guy in his thirties to be hanging around with a bunch of college girls, and in fact we did draw a lot of attention, as the girls were very loud and boisterous and I had my camera with me. You see they asked for me to be there, and I got wonderful candid shots of them laughing in mid-bite of a chicken biscuit or intently sucking up a kale smoothie through its tiny straw. Wonderful pictures; you can see them on their Facebook page.

Anyway, it was a full day for me. After breakfast they went to the locker room to change and get psyched up, while I, with nowhere to go for the moment, went to a bar, admittedly, and had a few drinks before returning to campus and going to the gym to set up (it's remarkable how close the bar is to the student housing; you don't even have to get in your car if you want to go out for a drink). And then the girls arrived for the game, which I briefly detailed above. You know how it went; they killed it. Another victory for the Lady Vipers. They were in such a good mood afterwards that they wanted to pose for every picture, gloating in their victory over the Stingers. Modesty is not one of their strong suits, as you also know by now.

And that's, in short, how I found myself in their locker room. We stood in the halls, me getting more shots of all the girls, shiny with sweat, grouping together for a congratulatory photo. And then they made their way back, and they ushered me on. I swear it! "Come on," they told me. "Keep shooting, too." Now, you might say that this was the point where I should have had better judgment. I should have been responsible, I should have known that it might be seen as inappropriate for a man to go back there, where girls take off their clothes and let the water sluice over their athletic bodies before they get dressed for the rest of the day [note to self: edit this and the next parts down, as I can't help myself from describing in detail everything about my experience, details the superintendent doesn't need to hear], but I had no reason to believe anything inappropriate was going to happen. For all I knew, I was going to be sitting on the benches closest to the door while they showered and changed, only seeing them when they stepped out to talk to me or to be photographed decently. And, on top of that, I was being paid by them. I can't refuse what a client asks me to do.

So here is my ultimate confession, what you wanted to hear, what exactly happened, bit by bit, behind those locker room doors. But be warned: I will not spare any details. The truth deserves nothing less.

I followed them back there, camera over my shoulder with the lens cover on, not truly knowing what I was going to be doing, but the girls seemed eager for me to follow, waving me along and grinning as they went. When we got inside, it was dark, and my eyes had to adjust. As I had thought, there was a bench waiting right for me.

"We said take pictures," they said, as I sat down with my camera not in use. Needless to say I was confused when they started taking off their sweaty tops!

"Take... naked pictures?" I asked, and they confirmed my question. I was not necessarily taking cheesecake photos; they wanted candidness. They wanted me to capture every aspect of their life as volleyball players, from the court to the back. And so I unslung my camera from my shoulder, took off the lens cap, and adjusted the light sensitivity as those shirts were stripped off before me. I stood and approached the girls by their lockers, as they unclipped their sports bras and peeled them off their sticky skin, revealing to me the breasts of the girls that half the school fantasizes about (don't deny it, I know it's an uncomfortable fact for you). Small, large, pointed and round, I saw, and my camera saw, more of the Lady Vipers than most have (I wondered how many lucky guys there were out there, but that's none of my business, really).

I framed, I shot, and I framed again. I tried to be decent with the pictures, I tried to keep it where they were mostly concealed, but that became increasingly impossible as they peeled off their volleyball shorts. Now most of the team was standing before me fully naked, bodies slick and wet, all of them fit, athletic, incredible to look at. I ceased to care about trying to censor what was before me, because it was the most beautiful sight I've ever seen, all those bodies, moving with slight bounces in their chest or rear end, moving unashamed before me. How did I end up so lucky?

I asked them what do they intended to do with these photos, and they told me to post them wherever I could. So there you have it. They wanted to world to see. I hate to make it seem like I'm tattling on them, but that's what they wanted. "Just shoot," they said, and they went to the showers. It was all very candid, though a few leaned toward the camera and made kissy-faces, getting awfully close to me, squeezing their breasts together for the camera, making me seriously consider taking up erotic nude photography full-time.

Was this erotic? Everybody seems to agree that it is. For those shots where they posed, being overtly suggestive, it indeed was. But the rest of the photos? Just girls hanging out, showering, talking, laughing... there's nothing sexual about those photos. Yet the girls themselves are sexually attractive (to most). Does that instantly make it erotic? Can a fit and attractive girl not be naked without it being branded as sexual? I suppose not. But then we must ask, why is sexual seen as bad? I ask all this because of the carefree, casual, and benign atmosphere that was created by these girls going about their naked business. Of course I was turned on! But it was also, as I said, one of the most beautiful moments I've ever experienced.

Turned on... yes, they knew what this was doing to me. They couldn't see. I was wearing jeans and I don't think my erection was blatant. I followed to the showers and stood just outside so as to keep my camera dry and filmed the cascade of water pouring over their skin, their hair getting wet and forming tendrils on their bare shoulders, the water droplets tracing the contours from the smalls of their backs to the slopes of their fine butts [yes, do edit all this out before I send to Sully. I can't help myself]. Meanwhile, behind me, there were a few girls that had not yet gotten in the shower, and they nudged their bare bodies up against me and jockeyed for the attention of the camera. I ended up taking a few more posed shots, as they reclined on a bench, one knee up, glancing provocatively at my lens, or one of them leaning against the lockers, thrusting out her butt, which was rounded and perfect, and stirred me to anxiousness so great that I wanted to reach out and grab it, I wanted to bite it, I wanted to beat my chest and scream out to the world how hot this girl in front of me was right now. But all I did was shoot.

Back to the showers: the girls there were finishing up, grabbing towels off of hooks and dabbing their wet bodies, now being partially concealed as they dried off their fronts and backs, but nobody wrapped a towel around themselves. Soon they were back by their lockers, while the last two girls went and showered. Now clean, the rest of the team lounged by the benches and posed for the camera, more fresh and exotic than anything my camera has ever recorded.

That was when more dialogue began to happen. They asked me what I thought of all this, and I was honest. I told them that this was awesome. Then they asked me if I was turned on, and this was a harder [hah!] question to answer. Of course I was turned on! What did they expect me to say? What was I supposed to say? What I said was something to the close approximation to "you bet your sweet ass I am," but I honestly don't remember the exact words I used. All I know is that it incited them a bit.

One of them took a bottle of Gatorade from her locker, and began chugging it, the green rivulets of revitalizing liquid trickling down her collarbone and over her breasts (a remarkable image, by the way, after a little photo retouching to make the colors pop). I think I said something like, "gee, you just showered, and now you're getting dirty again," and that caused her to lower her bottle and look at me with the most wicked grin. She threw the rest of the drink on me, launching it from the bottle like an ejaculation, and it got all over my shirt. "Now you need to get clean!" she shouted with a laugh. I cursed and said something about watching out for the camera, but the other girls took her cue and pulled whatever they could from their lockers: more Gatorade, Coke, a packet of yogurt. I raised my camera above my head to keep it safe, and one of the girls came up to me and gingerly took it from my hands. "It's okay," she said. "I got it." And then I was being pelted with food: a tomato, a ham sandwich (who puts these things in their locker?), and finally someone dumped a whole cooler of Gatorade on me like I was their coach.

I could have went about my day with Gatorade just on my shirt, even tomato stains. But now I felt certifiably gross. My hair was sticky and I could just imagine being besieged by flies when going outside.

"Someone needs a shower!" one of the other girls hollered, and as much as I knew that I was being roped into being inappropriate with my clients, I couldn't disagree with them. Under the water, the other two team members beckoned me over. "You guys will get it," I told the ones by the lockers, and I walked over to the showers, taking out my wallet and phone and sitting them on a bench. I stepped under with my clothes on, just to get all the shit out of my shirt and jeans, and the other two girls got very close, bumping their breasts against me as they began to shampoo my hair for me. Then they told me to get naked. "Get those clothes off, babe," they said, and I was dumbstruck. Of course I was going to take off my clothes. That's what you do when you get in the shower, right? I just really didn't expect to be doing this with all of them. But already, one of the two girls was pulling my shirt up for me, while the other one knelt before me and started undoing my belt. You see, I didn't actively—or even voluntarily—take off my clothes. They did it all for me. Again, I don't wish to put blame on them. I'm just telling it how it is.

So my pants came down, I was shirtless and in my boxers, which were soaked and formed to my body, and my erection had nowhere to hide. The girl before me pulled the shorts down and I came out with a pop, my dick bobbing in front of her face, a delighted face, I might add. Oh God, what am I doing? I asked myself, but she tossed my shorts aside and stood, and put some soap on a cloth and began lathering up my chest while her friend got my back, and my cock tickled at her thighs while she did it.

This is when I noticed the camera pointed at us. Yes, they were filming. Well I suppose you know about that. Those pictures certainly have made their rounds. I didn't know what to say, I didn't have anything left to protest. I knew how bad it could look, but at that moment I was being soaped up by two beautiful naked girls, and I didn't care to let it stop. And it didn't. I felt hands on my butt. A light squeeze. And in front of me, the girl with the washcloth lowered, scrubbing my stomach, and then my pubic hair, and then wrapping the washcloth around my dick and thoroughly wringing it, and I grew even bigger. She didn't touch it with her bare hands, though.

When I was rinsed off, one of the other girls was entering the shower; the one who had dribbled Gatorade all over herself. "I better get clean, too," she said, and she took the washcloth from her friend and handed it to me. "Wash me," she said.

So there I was, running the soapy washcloth over this girl's chest, over the wet globes of her breasts, which had a surprising firmness to them (were they fake? I still wonder…). She leaned her head back and smiled. This is where I may have crossed a small line. I had to feel them. With my own hands I had to feel them, so I pushed the washcloth up her chest and then draped it over her shoulder, and with my soapy hands I massaged her breasts, her skin so slippery and smooth, her nipples like little pebbles under my fingers. She looked down and smiled, then shook her head and wagged her finger at me. But she didn't stop me. I took the washcloth back, and worked down her body, even though she only needed to clean her chest. She turned around in a circle for me and let me get her back, and then her beautiful butt, which was as firm as her breasts, rivers of soap running down its curves as the washcloth traveled down, and then my bare hand gliding over it, crossing from cheek to cheek over the gentle crevice. It was a perfect ass. Perhaps I should be writer of erotic tales as well, traveling from coast to coast, sea to sea, meeting all the beautiful women I can and writing about them, because I'm definitely enjoying recounting this encounter.

All while I did this, the girl behind me massaged my shoulders and stood pressed against me. I could feel her breasts touching the top of my head. And the rest of the team, camera in front, got closer as the girl I was washing slowly turned around and presented her koochy to me. I didn't use the cloth; she had a fine thin carpet of fur, wish I worked my soapy fingers through, causing her to laugh. I could have massaged her hairs and mound all day, but as my fingers brushed her labia, I got presumptuous and traced the crevice with the tip of my finger, which elicited a shiver. The girl with the camera was getting real interested now, wanting to get a good shot or maybe wanting to get pleasured as well, and I will admit I was still anal about getting the camera wet, and I put up my hand to make sure she didn't come any closer. That's when she started playing with the zoom, and on those pictures you can see an extreme close-up of my fingers entering into her friend's crevice and soapy bubbles building up as if it were foaming at the mouth. I think it's a little crude, to be honest, but of course a lot of people love it. It's all over the porn sites now.

So for that, let me doubly-apologize. I am sorry I made a porno with your volleyball team. But they are not sorry. As I said, they encouraged this to happen. Perhaps it is a bold statement about sexuality in this day and age. Who knows? Maybe you ought to embrace it.

Anyway, I didn't stop fingering this girl until she was shuddering on my wrist, and finally, when I was done, she embraced me as I crouched there, hugging my body to her pelvis. I will tell you, I got warm, fuzzy feelings just being held close to her. Or maybe that was her muff tickling my ear.

So we rinsed off, she cleaned out her pussy and I washed my hands under the shower head, and the other girls shut the water off and we dried off. I was tossed a towel and did myself. They strangely didn't dote on me in that part. I found myself casually walking over to the lockers, dabbing my hair and my dick exposed and wagging in front of me, and I didn't care. There was something very calm about it. Some of the girls sat on the benches, while others stood, and I was encouraged to take a seat, so I planted my bare butt on the bench and finished drying off. When I was done, they took the towel from me, no covering up now, and a girl cozied up on either side of me, while some knelt before me, and the remaining stood watching. They were all watching my dick, when they weren't registering the looks on my face.

"Look at that," one of them said. "You haven't gone soft since you've been in here," and she was right.

"Does it hurt?" another asked, oddly. I said no. "Aren't you supposed to call a doctor if you've had an erection lasting longer than three hours or something?" another said, and I laughed. It had only been forty minutes.

"Better make sure you don't get too strained," one of them next to me said, and that's when I found her hand on my dick.

Her grip was soft, merely toying with me, waggling me back and forth and occasionally gliding her fingers over my head, which made me shudder. And then other hands reached out and grabbed at me, and next thing I knew I was in the grip of about five girls as they played with my cock. They all looked at me expectantly, and then looked back down at my tree of pleasure which they made grow, as if they were fascinated by it.

"Don't make him cum," the girl who had had the camera said. "I want to ride him." She had definitely been jealous of her friend. And that made me think, where was my camera? Despite the overwhelmingly pleasurable situation I was in, I looked around the area, and finally saw it sitting on the edge of the bench. "Be careful my camera doesn't fall," I warned them, and then one of them went and picked it up, just as the jealous girl stood, and the other girls parted to let her in front of me. She straddled my knees, and inched her sex closer to mine, and the cameragirl hovered close by. I just leaned back on my arms and enjoyed myself, as the girl took her hand and pressed my cock against her pussy, rubbing it on her lips. It felt so good; she was warm and wet and the hairs tickled my dick. Then she lifted herself and guided me into her, where she was as comfy as a favorite quilt.

I worked my hips up against her as we danced the slow, rhythmic dance of lovemaking, her body slowly rocking on mine, all while the camera filmed in loving detail. I had no idea I was about to withstand all this that day. Little did I know my little guy would be snugly inside one of the hottest members of the all-hot Lady Vipers. Lucky me. Can you fault me with this? What offense did I commit, in that moment? We were perfectly consensual, and though I am ten years older than any of these girls, they are college juniors and well capable of choosing what they do with their bodies, and who they share them with. On that day, I feel we all had some good, clean fun. Oh, well there is the fact that I had unsafe sex with that girl, but she assured me, after we both laid in the afterglow with her friends surrounding us, that she was on the pill, and I assured her that I was clean. So it was all good, harmless, and responsible fun, right? I am not a predator, right? I don't typically go chasing college girls.

Anyway, I didn't cum inside her. I thought I was going to. But when I reached a peak, she could feel it, and she slowed herself down, just savoring the feeling of me moving around inside her, but she was so tight, I could barely stand it, and when she had got enough without fully finishing me, she braced her arms on my chest and stood up off of me, leaving my wet dick twitching in the breeze. And then the rest descended on me.

They came down, hands upon hands and mouth and tongues, not caring that their friend's juices were coating this meat treat. If I was worried about cumming too soon while the one rode me (I was, a little, to be honest), I did not care if I came then. I wanted to see a geyser of my own cum erupt in front of all their faces. That would be the ultimate payoff. But I didn't, just yet. I had hit a wall, gained a second wind, and succumbed to a numb pleasure as a half-dozen pretty mouths lapped and licked my dick. What did I do to get this lucky? [Note to self: take more jobs with all-girl clients].

Another forty minutes (or so it seemed) and I got the feeling back. I felt that familiar surge. But I didn't want it to end now. And, I had an idea. I motioned with my hands for the girls to stop, and reluctantly they did, leaving my dick bobbing from the inertia of their tugging. As they retreated, and slid on the bench to stand, I motioned for them to remain on their knees. If at first they thought I was getting cold feet, now they all knew what I had in mind. We were on the same page. As they all semi-circled around me, I took my dick into my own hands and enacted one of my greatest fantasies. I masturbated in front of these six naked and nymphatic girls, my palm slickening quickly, and in no time at all I rocketed semen across all six of those pretty faces. They leaned in to get it; I shot clear over the head of the girl closest to me and splatted her friend behind her, draped a big, thick rope across another two, and what was left dribbling, faces came forward to accept the last bits on their chins, and I rubbed my dick into the soft cheeks of their face, and let me tell you, the sensation, right when you have just came, when your dick is raw-sensitive, to feel the soft push of a pretty face before you on it... my god. There is no better feeling. That act is probably the most egregious of my actions in your minds, next to the social media explosion that happened afterwards, but this particular explosion I have no regrets with.

When the shockwaves died off, I was standing there looking at these star athletes with the marks of my passion on their faces, and it was surreal and awesome.

"Well, I guess we gotta hit the showers again!" one of them said, and so we did.

And there you have it. That is my confession. Well, the part that needed the most explaining, anyway. Perhaps not the part you are most upset about. But, as you see, it was the Vipers' directive to upload all we recorded that day onto social media, what social medias would take it (Facebook and Instagram, of course, were limiting. Tumblr, less so. And then the other sites, which you probably have never even heard of, were more accepting. And then there are the porn sites...). So needless to say, the girls were a hit online. I posted the tame photos, what photos there were with their offensive parts covered up, to the aforementioned sites, as requested, to middling success. Some were taken down anyway, but enough people had seen them by now. The others, with tasteful nudity, went to the more open-minded sites, and to great response. You may be ashamed of it, but people from all over the world love and adore these pictures. Objectifying as you probably think they are, they were shared with the complete endorsement of all the Lady Vipers and they are delighted at how crazy people are going over their naked photos. I think it is a good face for the school. Perhaps you should reconsider your hang-ups with nudity and light sensuality.

Now the other photos... not many were taken, as after the whole team took my dick into their hands and mouths, the camera was forgotten (though some nice parting shots of the girls' facials were taken—oops, you probably don't need to know that). We took no video, either, though people on Pornhub and Motherless and the imageboards and Reddit have all been asking for the video. What few pictures there were have made a minor splash, but not nearly as big a splash as the plain nude photos. Perhaps because there are less, and with less context. But of course it is no secret that the girls playing with and sucking on and riding on a dick are all members of the university's famed volleyball team. And for that, I would apologize, except that even on those porn sites, the images were uploaded with the whole team's consent, and in fact I was directed to upload them. It was all their idea. So if they are positive and enthusiastic about this sexual exploit, this performance, then perhaps we should be, too. And for all their positivity, I am left with no shame. Some apology this is.

So yes, we had a nice, leisurely shower after that. I am betting the publicity started when people who saw me go into the locker room were curious as to why I had not yet come out. But that's because I was busy washing yet again the tight and toned bodies of the whole team, going from one girl to the next, washing my mess off of them and washing the rest of them for good measure. Whereas the initial girl I washed had large, firm breasts, some of the other team members had tiny, soft and pointed breasts that were pleasant to the touch. All their rears were firm and athletic, and most of them, save for a few, were shaven down below, most of them with the undeniable stubble that's rough against the fingertips, but others as smooth as a seal. I am now holder of the knowledge of which of the six Lady Vipers waxes.

And after all that was done, I collected my camera and committed what was my third offense (second in chronological order, third in order of mention here, as I almost forgot it—how could I forget it?): My clothes were completely sullied. Beyond comfortable wearing. There would be no way to wear them out into the open without drawing an eye or two. Not that what I was about to do wouldn't draw more than a few eyes, but what can I say, maybe I was feeling a little adventurous. The truth of the matter is, though, the girls goaded me on.

They grabbed my clothes and ran about with them, laughing, "look at how bad his clothes are stained," they yelled. "It's going to be embarrassing to run around in that!"

"I'll manage," I told them, but they continued their game. Thinking that perhaps my clothes weren't unwearable enough, they threw them on the shower floor and turned on the water, dancing naked around it like children and laughing. I couldn't say I was mad. "Now what are you going to do?" they asked me, and I admitted that walking around in soaked clothes wasn't the end of the world, and that in fact they had more or less washed them for me. I was, however, nervous about getting my camera wet on the way out. I think this is what convinced me to do what the girls were wanting me to do. And so, as you know, I left the locker room completely in the buff, with just my shoes on my feet and my camera over my shoulder, much to the shock of the few people who were still milling around outside. I wasn't, as some people reported, erect. In fact, I was quite far from it, after having expended myself so overwhelmingly, as I described earlier. So there was nothing sexual about my jaunt from the gym exit and across the parking lot to my car (a very short streak, if I may say so). People only made the association of sex because of where I came out of (or, more accurately, where I came in!), and they in fact fabricated the erection in their minds. I am not that hung. And perhaps the association of me with what followed me furthered that sexual connotation, as, as you also already know, the entire team then followed me out in the buff as well. I could only have been consorting and in fact still in the process of consorting with them. What else would a naked man be doing with a bunch of naked and attractive girls, right? (I mean, I did consort with them, but that's besides the point). But as you see, the nature of that streak was rather spur-of-the-moment, and was not a case of me urging the girls on, or "corrupting" them, as some have accused (they're college girls, for Chrissakes).

And now, the whole world is faced with the horrible, shocking truth of what the Lady Vipers look like naked. For the few lucky people who witnessed them in person, and for the rest who saw online. And further from that, people have now seen images of them engaged in sexual play, ("indecent" is the word thrown around as well), and as such now know that they are not good little girls, that they are sexual beings just like any normal human being, and that the sex doesn't always have to be between one man and one woman in the dark with the covers on and strictly for procreation. And none of this can be blamed on me. It just happens, you see. It could have happened with any man. Yes, men just naturally end up in girls' locker rooms all the time. It is a fact of nature.

So you see, Ms. Sully, I cannot be blamed for any of what happened, and what happened shouldn't be looked at with shame. I say, embrace it! I certainly have. While I have seen it reasonable not to show my face on your campus in the immediate future, I will say the media outcry that's been stirred has greatly helped my business. I have people coming to me from all over asking to photograph them, couples wanting to have some high-production-value images of them making love, and models wanting to create portfolio pieces. It really has been a great career starter. But I'd like to visit the campus again, and I hope we can mend our differences, because, you may be irritated to learn, I have had many requests from your students! I think it would be a good opportunity to embrace both non-sexual nudity (and learn what it is) as well as sexuality, for while nudity isn't inherently sexual, that does not make sexuality something negative, either. Let me help your campus embrace it. I would think it as a good PR move, honestly. Sure, there would be backlash, but most movements have that. I think this would be the best course of action, considering that to this very moment I receive thousands of likes and comments on the photos me and the team took together. It will not die anytime soon.

Thank you for your time and consideration. I hope we can end up as great friends and partners.

Yours truly,

- Steve Marvin

P.S.: I heard that the dean had a heart attack when we saw the whole team rune outside naked. I'm sure that was a startling sight. Please send him my regards.

The Lady Vipers Volleyball Team Goes to a Nudist Resort

From a blog post on NaughtyTeens.com

It seems after our grand social media stunt, wherein I, the enviable Steve Marvin, got to consort with the entirety of the Lady Vipers volleyball team, in their locker room, and recorded for posterity on several social media and pornographic websites (check the link on this blog), we have gained notoriety, or should I say, popularity. For while the staff of the Lady Vipers' school is mortified at the acts they performed on camera (many involving a divine oral worship of my very own member, and all in the nude), the student populace themselves were overjoyed. It seems that the Lady Vipers are huge celebrities now. So it comes as no surprise that we have a regular caravan following us now, as we make our way to an outing that was planned by Julie, the buoyant, blonde team captain. The Lady Vipers and I are going to a nudist resort.

*****

Their van bounced down the bumpy gravel road as their caravan followed close behind. Steve Marvin was at the wheel, feeling excited, anticipatory, and nervous at the convoy of followers they had amassed, and what would happen at the nudist resort once they got there.

"Whoooo!" the girls screamed in the backseat, sticking their heads out the windows and waving at the cars behind them, which honked their horns.

"Sure got a lot of fans," Steve said, looking in the review mirror at the line of vehicles. He thought they were driving a little too fast for this road.

"We sure do!" Tina, the spunky Asian girl amongst the team said. "Bet they can't wait to see us naked in person!"

"I'm sure there's no doubts about that," Steve said.

Behind them, in the next car, a chunky kid named Brian shouted into a CB radio mounted on his dashboard.

"This is it, fellas, we're comin' up on the gate of Bare Grove Resort! Time to see the Lady Vipers naked! Whoooo!"

"Whoooo!”

"Fuck yeah!"

In one of the vehicles, a modded SUV with stickers like "Zombie Hunter" and "Your stick figure family was delicious" plastered all over the back window, Van Halen blared. It was picked up on some of the radio transmissions between the vehicles.

At the head of the line, The Vipers' car slowed as they approached the gate. Steve leaned his head out of the window and pressed the call button on the box, and waited.

*****

In the Bare Grove Resort, a bunch of older patrons lounged in their chairs underneath the awning of the clubhouse, overlooking the pool.

"It might not get over ninety today," one of them said.

"Eyyup."

"Betcha not many people are gonna—"

"Now what the hell is this?"

Both seniors looked up as a line of cars drove by the pool and parked in the muddy area that served as the parking lot.

"Looks like we got some newcomers," one of them said.

From the lead vehicle, out spilled one young man and five young girls, all dressed in clothes that were a little too tight and revealing, all beautiful and youthful and sure to draw many eyes.

"Uh-oh, this gon' be good."

The girls and their driver lined up towards the entrance to the clubhouse, while in the other cars that filed in, young man upon young man got out, and fell in line with the lead team.

The clerk at the office was taken aback by the sheer number of people crowding into his stuffy workspace.

"Hi, I'm Steve Marvin, and me and my friends would like to stay for the day."

"Um, alright, well that's fifty dollars for non-AANR members, and twenty-five dollars for couples."

"We're all single here, so..."

"I'm a couple!"

"Yeah, we're a couple, too!"

Steve shrugged at the man. "If that'll make it cheaper..."

"Of course."

As he typed up things on a computer, he eyed the line of young men that was forming behind the initial group, and there was hunger in their eyes.

The Lady Vipers and Steve Marvin were already out on the pool patio while the rest of their entourage was answering questions at the check-in desk. "Fifty dollars?!" one of them shouted. "Uh, this is my first time," another said. All but a few of them missed the first spectacle as the Lady Vipers undressed. They and Steve dropped their things at a row of lounge chairs on the far end of the pool, and in no time at all, with no bashfulness that comes from first-timers, the Lady Vipers peeled off every article of clothing one after the other. The two guys who did make it out dropped their jaws at the sight of it, Julie, her golden hair and golden skin that always contrasted with her white tank-tops, was now fully-gold, her butt perfectly formed and hypnotizing as she stepped out of her shorts and turned in place, showing off everything, from her bountiful breasts, which seemed weightless, to her smooth-waxed delta. But the boys had seen all this before. Perhaps in a way, this was not so magnificent, as they ceased to stare and began to worry about their own predicament: was it time now for them to get naked? Steve did not hesitate, as he was already taking off his shirt and taking down his shorts, along with the rest of the whole team, five youthful, naked girls standing in a row, laughing and rubbing sun-tan lotion on their arms. Perhaps it was magnificent.

"Holy crap!" the next boy shouted when he stepped out. One of the old men sitting under the awning frowned. The boy was bumped forward by his friends coming in behind him and a stream of young men filed out onto the patio, all staring in that one heavenly direction.

They were hesitant about where to sit, where to drop their things, and when to drop their clothes. The young men who were already out took off their shirts at least, like one would normally do at a pool. But if they wanted to get into the water, they had to be nude. So said the rules posted on the wall. Cautiously, the first boy unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, along with his boxers. Amazingly, he wasn't erect. His penis was in fact very small. He was visibly embarrassed, but his friends didn't seem to care. They had their own body image issues to worry about.

*****

It's funny watching all these guys react to the Lady Vipers. You would think they'd never seen a naked woman before! Or maybe they have, just not any as stunning as these star athletes. I apologize, I shouldn't insult anybody that visits this site regularly. It is admittedly a wondrous thing.

Nobody knew what to do as they stood around; everybody was transfixed, even the old regulars, though they stared with a combination of disapproval and discomfort. This is supposed to be a place where anybody can come relax and be themselves, right? Are attractive girls really that distracting? Is social nudity okay until you drop a bunch of young girls in the mix? I don't know, this is actually my first time at a nudist resort, but I quite like it overall. It is a no-pressure zone. Much more relaxed than my experiences in the locker room.

Once the girls slipped into the pool, though, people began to move. They wanted to be in the pool, too! Though a few guys stayed on the sidelines, probably watching their fit bodies glide through the water, or waiting for that moment when one of them would inevitably climb out, glimmering and full-frontal. And I say, who could blame them? But I would also say that, for the most part, our entourage was very well-behaved.

*****

"I'm sorry sir, could you place a towel over yourself? Or go walk it off."

The resort clerk was talking to a young man who was reclining on a lounge chair under the awning, out of the way of the sun, and in perfect vantage point to watch the volleyball team swim, as well as a perfect vantage point to be near them should one get out and decide to enter the clubhouse. And, as a result of all his planning, he had a large, prominent, waving erection.

"Oh... s-sure."

The young man reached down beside the chair and picked up his shirt, and laid it in the lap. The clerk shook his head and looked out at the pool, where the Lady Vipers were wading around, laughing as Steve splashed them. Orbiting around them were the six or so other young men, star-struck, lusty, but keeping their distance, as if they were cautious about getting too close to the girls, but their focus was completely on them. They seemed to have no interest in being in the pool for the sake of it, or enjoying the sun. They were there for the girls.

One of the girls broke from the group and lazily paddled over to the metal ladder and climbed out, just the sight the erect young man was waiting for. She pulled herself out, and it might as well have been in slow-motion, with Moving in Stereo playing, the water sheeting over her breasts as they rose, falling in a curtain down her flat stomach and collecting in droplets in her trim bush. She stepped out, wet thighs sheening as they moved, and approached the clerk, who showed no reaction to her beauty.

"Is there a restroom?" she asked in a high, perky voice.

"In the clubhouse," the clerk said, motioning behind him. "Dry off, though."

"Thanks!" the girl said, and turned to walk around to the other side of the pool for her towel, while the boy watched her butt flex with each step. She stood there, above the other girls splashing and playing and bouncing their breasts as they jumped to catch a ball, and she shamelessly dried herself off, turning around as she got her breasts, her abdomen, and bending over to get her legs. Then she dropped the towel and walked chipperly back around the pool, practically skipping, literally glowing, a bounce in her step and elsewhere, a smile on her face, which she directed at the boy as she passed him, a mere five feet away, so close now it was shocking. And then she disappeared through the door. The clerk looked down at the boy, and the t-shirt in his lap was twitching.

*****

It's actually much less sexually exciting the more time you spend hanging around nude, with other nude people, even if those other nude people are attractive, fit, young women. But I have no reason to feel pent up; I got to do more than hang out with them in the past. The other guys, however, probably have a lot of sexual energy in them, churning like horny engines. But I see them loosening up, they are playing water volleyball with them, or some are merely tanning and not even paying attention to them anymore. Some are even talking to them! I think that many of them found that there is no better company than that of a naked girl, and that there doesn't have to be anything more than that. And there's nothing wrong with admitting love of such company, is there? I think the owners of the resort would agree.

*****

"Sir, there's no cameras allowed here."

Steve looked away from the shot he was framing of Tina and another brunette girl, Rachel, as they stood together in front of the pool, each with a hand on their hip and a smile.

"Oh? I didn't realize. We were just doing a photo for a social media post."

"That's fine, and we do have a group photo whenever we do our volleyball tournaments, but we don't allow cameras outside of that, for obvious reasons."

"Okay..." Steve put the lens back on the camera, though he didn't seem to understand what the obvious reasons were. Tina and Rachel shrugged and walked off. Farther down, Julie and another of her teammates, Lila, a rambunctious and curvaceous girl with curly locks, laid out in the sun, their bodies goldening, though Lila was not as tan as Julie. Their fronts faced the sky and were there to observe for anybody that lacked the common decency to not stare, which is exactly what two boys, including Brian, were doing. While they were not displaying prominent erections like their other voyeur friend, they were getting there, their little sausages filling out and rolling over to rest on their thighs as they sat up in their chairs, watching the girls like they were paintings in a museum.

"Ahem," the clerk said, and the two boys turned to look at him. They normally would have had reservations about looking at a man naked, but the clerk was curiously clothed.

"Come over here with me," the clerk said, and jerked his head towards the clubhouse.

"Wha—why's that?"

"Just come on over here."

The boys looked at each other (they were used to seeing each other naked now), shrugged, and got up.

In the office, with the sliding door closed, the clerk looked at the two boys standing squarely before him.

"Look, there's a code of conduct at places like this, and it's a conduct that honestly applies to all other places, so it's unwritten."

The boys blinked at him and didn't say anything.

"Don't stare at people," he said, and they blinked again, and seemed to get it.

"Especially when they're naked," the clerk added. "It's just not right. This is supposed to be a place where everybody feels comfortable."

The boys mussed their hair, looking and probably feeling stupid to be standing in front of the clothed clerk completely naked and being talked to this way. Their dicks had shrunken to little nubs.

"Gee, I'm sorry sir," one of them said. The clerk pointed out the window at the back of the office.

"Now look out there. We got a lot more people comin' in. A lot of regulars. People that won't put up with gawkers and perverts. People with kids. Try to be on your best behavior around them and make a good impression so you can continue to stay here, alright? Now I know you came with them girls, and you know them I guess, but don't stare at them or nobody. Just act natural."

"Okay sir," Brian said. "Sorry again, it's just we're not used to this."

"I know," the clerk said, and motioned them towards the door. When he came back outside with them, it was indeed more crowded. Many tanned and wrinkled bodies reclined on the chairs, glancing at the Lady Vipers nearby but not paying them too much attention beyond that, and kids ran circles around the pool. There was one sight that made the clerk spit out "goddammit," and start marching: Tina lay on her stomach on a lounge chair, while a young man was straddled on her back, rubbing sun-tan lotion soothingly into her bare shoulders. His penis was erect and arced upwards, the base of it rubbing against the small of her back as he worked his hands.

"Goddammit, stop that shit right now," the clerk hissed through his teeth, trying not to draw attention to the spectacle and grabbing a shirt off the ground and tossing it onto Tina's back.

"Hey," the young man said.

"There's an adults-only resort literally next door. Go on over there if that's the type of thing you came here for.

"There is?" the young man said. Tina even looked up, intrigued.

"Hey guys, there's a place next door that allows hard-ons!" the young man yelled as he approached a few of his friends, along with Tina.

"Keep your fucking voice down!" the clerk said marching past, with an extra lowering of his voice on "fucking."

"Is there sex?" one of his friends asked, his eyes all over, for Tina stood above him, her wide triangle of dark hair almost at eye level, and the other young man was still half-erect.

"It's anything goes," he said. "You don't have to do anything, but if you want to you can do anything. Tina here's even thinking about it.

"Wow, really?"

Tina grinned and nodded, with her head canted slightly to the side. "Yeah," she said. "It sounds like a fun idea. I didn't know there were places like that out here."

This statement of interest had the boys scrambling out of their chairs.

Word traveled around the patio.

"Hey, we're gonna go to the sex club next door!"

"Get a load of this, the Vipers are going to this naughty place next door and we're gonna see them do some kinky shit!"

"Keep your fucking voice down."

"Mommy, what's kinky?"

And so the word got around. Eventually it came to Steve, who was sitting peacefully on a lounge chair, arms behind his back, watching the pool. He seemed nonplussed by the idea.

"A sex club, eh? In the mountains?"

"Yeah, it's like a normal nudist place, but it's adults-only, and they have 'play' rooms and stuff."

"Sounds wild.”

"Yeah."

"Who's all going?"

The group comprised of Julie, Tina, and most of the guys except for Brian and the other kid who got scolded. They seemed comfortable where they were. Something had seemed to change about them. They were no longer excited by the prospect of more naughty time with the Lady Vipers. It was as if they had found Zen.

The issue of money came up.

"Is it as much as this place?"

"It's more, I think."

"Any idea?"

"Why don't you ask the guy here?"

"You ask him."

Steve decided that he was going. If his team was going to be there, then so would he. And he fronted the money for his group. As for the rest of them, money was pooled together. They were going to play it by ear.

"Yeah, we're gonna go to a sex club!"

"We might get to see the Vipers suck some DICK!"

"For the love of Christ shut the goddamn hell up! In fact, get out of here!"

And so the merry crew went on their way, grabbing their things and marching to their cars. Brian and his friend relaxed on their loungers and waved them goodbye.

"Aren't they going to put on some clothes first?" Brian asked. They both shrugged.

"Yeah, we're gonna see the Vipers get dirty!"

"Whoooo!"

Again Van Halen played. The convoy ride was a short one, and ended exactly one minute later as Steve stopped at the gate, and the line of cars extended all the way out to the street.

It took a long time to get an answer from the gate, but eventually they were let in.

*****

So today was a two-fold day: family-friendly, and fuck club. I wasn't expecting this. I didn't even realize there was an adults-only club right next to the family-friendly one. I recall now seeing the name on Google Maps, but I assumed it was Bare Grove Resort's old location and name. This one was called, simply, "The Retreat." We drove there naked. The front desk guy from Bare Grove saw us leaving in our cars, obviously unclothed, and tried to wave us down, and then threw his hands up in dismissal. The Retreat was literally the driveway next to Bare Grove's. We didn't really risk driving nude in public that much. The front desk guy at The Retreat sure was surprised to see us enter as we did, and delighted so many good-looking women were entering all at once, all with nothing on.

I will be honest: I didn't like this place as much. When people think "sex club," certain things come to mind, particular for each individual, and those expectations are bound to be completely off. For me, though,  I was starting to find I liked the no-pressure atmosphere of a family-friendly club. I don't blame the two guys who stayed behind. From what I heard, they remained there until dark, and paid to spend the night, sleeping in their cars until the staff noticed and let them stay in the clubhouse instead, along with everybody else who returned. It was a literal naked slumber party, from what I heard. Not that we didn’t get to have a version of that ourselves, which I think I much preferred, even if I would have liked to have stayed at Bare Grove. At least some interesting things did happen at the second place.

*****

"A hundred dollars?!"

The first entourage member stood dumbfounded at the counter inside the little guest check-in building. Steve had already paid for himself and the girls and was leaving the little shack, the new clerk getting an eyeful of the departing line of shapely butts.

"Give me a second to talk with the rest of the guys," the boy said.

"Sure thing. I never seen anybody come through the gate naked. Y'all must have come straight from Bare Grove.”

The boy nodded over his shoulder without saying anything, a little rude, and stepped out of the shack to confer with his friends.

Money was traded, exchanged, and transferred. Pacts of being fake gay lovers were made, so they could get in on a couple's discount. Then they went back in.

"Okay, so I'm by myself, and these other guys are couples."

"Okay.... are you all over twenty-one?"

"Fuck"

"Guess not."

"You have to be twenty-one to enter here?"

"Yessir."

Again they turned to confer. As it turned out, only one of them was twenty-one, the young man who had got in trouble for straddling Tina.

"Well shit, man," his friends said. "Have a good time, I guess."

"Sorry guys."

"I guess we're going back to the other place. Too bad none of the Vipers are there."

"Maybe there'll be some other hot girls there now."

"Yeah, maybe. Well, take care, Chad. Tell us everything when you get back."

"Yeah, sure. Meet you back at the other place?"

"Guess so, unless something crazy happens. We'll see."

And with that, the boy, who we will call "Chad," (or Charles, if the name Chad makes you cringle with annoyance; in that case, imagine that or any other name in place of every mention of the name Chad, but that in fact was his name), Chad exited the shack and headed over to this resort's clubhouse, which also sat by a pool, which was strangely empty. There seemed to be nobody at the place. The building appeared dimmer than the one at Bare Grove, and it appeared to have screen windows. He smelled a lot of cigarette smoke as he drew nearer.

When he entered, he was a little disappointed to see that, among the small group, the Lady Vipers and Steve were the only ones naked. They sat at a long fold-out table, chatting with an older man in a red-and-black checkered shirt. There were other fat, older people sitting along the tables, smoking cigarettes and talking. There was maybe one other young-ish couple standing near a bar. But they were all clothed.

"Oh hey, "Steve said raising up his hand. "Come on over."

"What is this?" Chad said, slowly approaching, feeling weird to be naked now.

"Just hanging out," Steve said. The other lady Vipers were idly chatting. Julie already had a Coors light in her hand. Tina smiled at him.

"Where's the kink stuff? Why is everybody wearing clothes?"

A few eyes turned to him and he sat down.

"The real stuff happens tonight," Steve explained. "The playhouse is at the top of the hill. Come dark, the party starts here and then people go on up to the house to play. Couples and groups only."

"It's only one o'clock!" Chad protested.

"That's ahlwright," one of the old men nearest to him said. "We can party down here all afternoon." He gave a wet, gravely chuckle and then swigged his Coors. This was not the sexual paradise Chad had imagined.

"They have cabins," Steve said. "We're thinking of getting one to chill out in until then, and to sleep it over since we're probably gonna be up real late."

"Well I'm the only one they let in because the other guys were too young, so I guess there's extra money from the pool to go towards that."

"They couldn't get in?"

"No."

Steve waved a hand. "Don't worry about paying for the cabin. I got it covered."

"Gee, thanks, man."

"No problem."

Chad looked over the rest of the group, the Lady Vipers, sitting there, their breasts touching the top edge of the table, the glow of their shoulders muted in the dim light, but their contented smiles were bright. Spending time in a cabin with all of them, now that was a sexual fantasy.

The old man chuckled again at nothing in particular.

It was late afternoon when they got to the cabin. They had no trouble renting it. It was going to be cramped for seven people, but the hosts didn't care as long as somebody paid up. There was one giant king-sized bed, a couch, and two comfortable chairs. It would be enough, though Chad had no qualms sleeping on the floor. He imagined though, of sharing the bed with all five naked Lady Vipers. But that honor would probably go to Steve. Could a King Size bed fit seven people piled on top of it? Chad was willing to sleep in bed with another dude, even naked, if there were a bunch of naked girls in the bed, too.

They spent some time chatting, lounging out on the couch and investigating the cabinets, dropping off their stuff, but then they decided to go walk around the grounds, and Steve went with them. Two naked guys and seven naked girls drew many eyes, but outside there were finally other nude people, at the tent sites, and coming out of some of the other cabins. They waved and smiled, looked more or less like the patrons at Bare Grove, in age, body, and good cheer. There was probably a lot of overlap between the two resorts.

"When it starts getting dark I wanna take a shower," Julie said. "To be fresh for this.. thing."

"We all need a shower," Steve said. "Gonna run out of hot water.”

"There's some outdoor showers," Tina said, pointing as they neared the pool again. "Don't know how hot they are. I might use that one."

Chad was treated to seeing Tina luxuriously use that outdoor shower later, as she rubbed foamy soap all over her body exhibitionistly. Only one or two passing people slowed to watch the wonder, however. This was mostly a show for lucky Chad. Tina was, definitely, his favorite Lady Viper.

As night fell, they found themselves back at the clubhouse, which was getting filled up. People came from all of the campsites to eat a potluck dinner (Steve and the others had no idea, but they sampled some food anyway), and chit-chat. Almost everybody still wore clothes, except for maybe one or two true nudist or exhibitionists. By ten o'clock, nothing had changed.

"Man, this is fucking boring," Chad said. "I thought this was a sex club.

"Just wait it out,” Steve said. “Have another Jack and Coke."

"I don't want another Jack and Coke."

The girls seem contented, though. They sat and chatted and laughed, and some of them got up and toured around the room, charming everybody with their shameless nudity and fit physiques.

At ten-thirty, one of the organizers spoke up.

"Alright folks, we're gonna start getting set up at the playhouse. Come on up if you're ready to play or watch. If this is your first time, it's the white house at the top of the hill. Couples and groups only."

All at once, people began to move around, finishing drinks and saying temporary farewells and "see you there’s.”

"They're really strict here, huh?"

"They have to be," Julie said. "Keeps things safe and comfortable."

"Well let's go see how 'comfortable' it's going to be," Steve said.

Tina and most of the other girls managed to hitch on to some golf carts to ride up to the house, leaving Chad, Julie, and Steve to walk up by themselves. Chad was a little disappointed; Tina could get lost in the crowd by the time they got up there.

It was also quite chilly to be walking in the dark completely naked. Summer was on its way out and the nights were no longer warm. Chad began to understand why some people kept their clothes on here.

That was less the case when they made it to the house, panting and sweating a little bit and warmed up from the exertion. A bunch of people were hanging around outside. Julie, Steve, and Chad nodded at them and entered. Inside, it was shoulder-to-shoulder, and many clothed people still stood around, but one or two completely-naked men weaved through the people, drink in hand, dick extended. Julie, Steve, and Chad worked their way through the room. It felt like any college party.

Then Chad saw the wall in back. There, Rachel the dark-haired girl was laying on a table, knees bent up and legs spread out, and one of her teammates was eating her out, to the sound of her loud moaning.

"Oh my god," Chad said.

"Yep, that's Rachel," Julie said, as if she knew very well of her friend’s love of lesbian cunnilingus. "Come on, I wanna see what the playroom downstairs is like." And with that, she took Steve's hand and disappeared deeper into the house, while Chad stepped closer to the lewd scene going on, hypnotized. He couldn't tell which team member was eating Rachel out, because all he saw was the back of her head, but it might have been Susan, judging by the length of her hair. She didn't seem like the type that would do something like that; she was always so bouncy and joyful in an innocent manner. But then again, Rachel didn't seem like the type, either, quiet and reserved as she was. She didn't notice him at all; she was in her own world.

He would have stayed and watched the spectacle all night if not for a tap on his shoulder, and he turned around, and there was Tina.

"Hey, you made it," she said, smiling warmly.

"Yeah, I was looking for you."

"Afraid I'd get stolen away, did you?" she said, putting her hands on her naked hips and canting her little black triangle while normal party-goers walked back and forth behind her.

"Well, you can do stuff with whoever you want."

"Come on, check this out," she said, her grin growing a bit, and she took his hand. She led him across the room to an open door with red-and-blue light coming out of it. The room inside was bordered with couches, and one bed in the corner. They were all occupied, one wall with spectators, and the other wall with performers. A man lay on one couch getting a blowjob from a chubby girl, who swished her tongue over his head like mad, and a fit couple made love on a couch in the corner. He did not see any of the other Vipers in the room, though there was only one unaccounted for: Lila, who was probably the most likely one to get up to trouble.

Tina touched  Chad's shoulder again, and he looked away from all the debauchery.

"Pretty wild, huh?" she said, grinning.

"Crazy."

"Wanna join?"

"Yeah, of course."

She took his hand again and led him to the center of the room, where on the floor was a towel laid out for an obvious purpose. Tina faced Chad and slowly descended, dragging her hands down his abdomen until she was on her knees, and she took his well-hardened cock and brushed it on her lips. Chad looked up and mouth the words "oh my fucking god" as she wrapped her lips around his head and made a wet kissing sound.

*****

Things were really brief up at the play house. After all that waiting, it was like everybody was unleashed and hurried up there, and once there, everything went in a flash and it didn't feel like we really had much time to actually do much. I ended up following Julia down a narrow, carpeted stairway that ended in a claustrophobic hallway, at the end of which were two doors, one open, with the sounds of rustling sheets and heavy breathing coming from it. We crept slowly along, knowing that if the door was open then it was okay to watch. What we saw there was none other than Lila, her curly hair bouncing as a big, stocky man did her from behind and another one slid his cock in and out of her mouth.

I heard Julie laugh in surprise, and looked to see a grin on her face. The cock left Lila's mouth with a pop and she said "hey guys." The other two men were pleased with the new arrival. While the guy in front wiped his brow, the guy in back, still pumping into Lila, said, "wanna trade out?" I looked at Julie, and she seemed amused, but unsure.

"I think we're just gonna watch," I told them, and the guy kept thrusting, and Lila smirked and let the other cock slip past her lips. Julie, meanwhile, who had a small shoulder bag on her, took out her phone, perhaps thinking this would be a good opportunity to record something for our site, but the thrusting man immediately put up his hand and stopped thrusting.

"Hey, they're no cameras here," he said gruffly. Julie protested with a flutter of her eyelids, but the man would have none of it. "Didn't they have you cover your camera lenses with tape when you signed in?" I guess they had not. The front desk clerk might have been too enamored with the five naked girl guests that came through his door to have us go through that procedure.

All at once, each man pulled out of Lila and shuffled back on the bed. They told us to "get the hell out of here, then" and Lila rolled off the bed, looking a little annoyed but only mildly so. Then the two men proceeded to embrace each other.

As the three of us climbed the stairs single-file, me in front regrettably (I always like climbing stairs behind naked girls!) Julie apologized to Lila, but she just went "eh, it's no big deal. I didn't like those two much, anyway."

Back in the main room, people were more spread out, and just standing around talking, when one of the hosts, a perky-looking nerdy girl, spoke up: "Alright folks, wrap it up, play house is closing!"

Already? I thought. It didn't seem like we were even there for an hour. People were slowly filtering towards the door and some people lounged naked on the big couch as they finished a drink.

"What happens now?" Lila asked, and I figured this was where everybody just went back to their cabins and fucked in private, which was kind of lame. We looked around for the others and found Rachel and Susan right away, walking side-by-side through the parting crowd, like two naked deities visiting the masses. They both had smirks on their faces.

Tina and that other boy from the convoy were quickly found after that, in an adjacent room where they were the only two people. It was the last dirty sight I saw that night, and it was the boy's cock spurting a charge of pearly cum onto her lips, where it congregated as she turned her head slightly and smiled at us with the semen spreading across her mouth.

We were shuffled out of the house quickly after that; Tina and the boy (Chad, I believe his name was) barely had time to clean up. And next thing we knew, all seven of us were walking down the hill naked in the chill night. It was rather cold. But it had been stuffy in that clubhouse.

We talked about what we thought of the place, and the consensus seemed to be that it was fun at least. Rachel and Susan seemed to be the most pleased.

We made it back to the cabin. While everybody else in the club was behind closed doors panting like animals no doubt, we sat around and talked. We had half a bottle of brandy to share between us, and we all had drinks, and chatted, and made plans to return to Bare Grove in the morning to see what the rest of the crew was up to. And to catch some sun and relaxation, for all the brief excitement we had at The Retreat, it could not beat hours of laying about without a sense of time and without anybody to care if you didn't have a stitch on. That was my takeaway, at least. I really wished I had been able to get some pictures of Rachel and Susan going at it, or Lila getting double-teamed, or Tina smiling with the spreading dribble of cum on her lower lip; they would have been excellent for our site. But you will have to make do with my descriptions, dear follower. And one last description for you: as the brandy did its work, we all found ourselves piling onto the bed, who could fit, anyway. I lay in the middle with Julie and Lila cozied up at my side, and Susan too, just a big pile of naked bodies. I believe Chad was curled up with Tina all by himself on the sofa, and I don't remember where Rachel slept. But we slept soundly, and awoke to the sun coming through the windows and birds chirping. It was 9:00 am on the dot.

*****

The busy sound of splashing and screaming and oldies rock at the pool of Bare Grove was soon combined with the rumbling of engines.

"Here we go again," one of the old regulars said as two familiar vehicles rumbled down the gravel road and parked in the nearby visitors' lot. The Lady Vipers and their two male companions got out, still nude, but refreshed and energized somehow, and began walking up the sidewalk towards the pool. There were so many people that they hardly drew an eye, except for Brian and the other guys, who were playing a game of water volleyball with a family and their kids.

"Oh, you're back," Brian said, turning around when the ball sailed out of bounds. "How was it?"

"Great," Chad said, still swimming in the memory of Tina on the end of his cock, but Brian didn't seem terribly interested. He didn't immediately ask Chad to give him all the details like he expected him to. Instead he just said "cool, so you guys staying for a bit?"

"Yeah," Steve said. "I think we'll wind down the afternoon here."

"Sounds good," Brian said, and went back to serve a ball to a grinning little girl.

The clerk was standing at the entrance to the clubhouse, folding his arms.

"Come back, eh? Gotta pay a whole new day fee. Your friends there get to stay the overnight fee."

"We don't mind," Julie said, already unfurling her towel on a lounge chair close to the clubhouse, and all the other girls followed suit, lining up on display like a row of models in a shoot, but there was nothing admonishable about their display: it was just five attractive naked girls getting some sun. Steve followed the clerk inside to pay once more for the day, while Chad cautiously approached the pool where his friends were having innocent fun and decided on whether or not to join.

They stayed there until four in the afternoon. The Vipers even joined in on the volleyball tournament, which provided ample opportunity for the young men there to stare full-on on their jumping breasts as they lept to hit the ball, but none of them betrayed any lurid thoughts. There was one picture that did get to grace the team's social media pages, and that was the group photo taken of the whole club, standing up in the water next to the net, hands in the air, with the Lady Vipers in the center, not so remarkably enticing in this setting of casual social nudity. It propelled their popularity regardless.

Penis Inspection Day

Penis

Inspection Day

Penis Inspection Day

Penis

Inspection Day

Penis Inspection hey!

It's the inspection of the penis,

But don't let that get between us.

Penis, penis, penis, penis,

Penis Inspection Day!

- From the notebook of a choir member of Jelena Parks University, Gainesville campus

Chris lay half-asleep, the sun burning his eyes. He wondered what time it was. It must have been past noon. He was too tired to get up and check, though he would be fine with laying in bed all day. He had an 8:00 a.m. class, but he didn't care. He felt like shit. It had been a hell of a night. It was funny for a private school to have a bar right outside of campus. It was probably to tempt them. He was going to get reprimanded for sure. Hopefully he wasn't going to get expelled. His parents would have a shit. It was hard to think about that though, because his dick was sore. Just then, the door flew open, and his roommate Jeff burst in.

"Get the hell up, dude, we're all supposed to be in the day room in five minutes."

"I'm not getting out of bed today, sorry."

"You got no choice, dude, its inspection day."

"What?" Chris said. He didn't remember any inspection day.

"Get the hell up dude, you don't wanna miss this.”

"Goddammit, I'm in the shit enough as it is."

Jeff threw the covers off his roommate and Chris covered himself, because he slept naked.

"Dude! Let me get dressed at least."

"You don't need to," Jeff said.

"What?"

"Just get up! Damn!"

*****

"What the hell is going on?” Richie, a rather scrawny and indignant freshman asked, as they all lined up in the common area, which was laid out like a normal living room, albeit with three times as many couches. The entire freshman class of Jelena Parks University, Gainesville campus, boy's class, stood in line around the room, and to the nervousness of many, half the group was nude.

"It's inspection day, dude,"

"Yes, but what exactly are we inspecting?"

And so the chatter spread through the gathering, as young men gawked at their nude classmates, and then averted their eyes. All of them should have been accustomed to the unconventional nature of this school, but the mystery surrounding this event and the suddenness, for some, with which it sprung up, put an edge on the whole group (and a great many were sprung, if one knows what this author means).

“Hey Billy, what’s going on?” Richie called out to their RA, who was walking by, with all his clothes on. The RA looked at Richie and shrugged, but his face showed that he knew. He must have gone through this before.

Before any more wondering and theorizing could be done, head nurse Miss Henry entered the room. She wore a long white lab coat, and a tight-fitting white shirt, showing off her heaving breasts.

"Ahem," Miss Henry said, and the whole room went at attention, half of them already at attention in another way. Miss Henry was the university's resident nurse, one who all of the students looked forward to visiting whenever they could. Young, in her late twenties, with sandy blonde hair that spilled over her shoulders in a haphazard way, and with the aforementioned figure, Miss Henry was the crush of all the guys at Jelena Parks University.

"Gentlemen," she said, and the whole room went quiet. "I see some of you have already gotten prepared. Now if the rest of you will please disrobe."

There was a detectable disquiet in the room, as the young men who remained clothed all looked at each other, as if to dare each other to be the first one to get naked.

"Ahem." Miss Henry seemed impatient. Pants then began to drop. The nurse paced to the sound of belt buckles clinking, and fabric rustling, and penises were freed, hanging limp, as if shy about being exposed. The RA stood in the back of the room and folded his arms, looking down at the floor as the whole room cast aside their clothes and stood naked. Miss Henry now seemed pleased. Chris no longer felt like the odd one out, though he now was realizing with horror that he was getting hard.

"Okay," Miss Henry announced. "I was supposed to have some help, but I suppose I will have to take mental notes. Now if you will all stand still..." And with that, Miss Henry started at one end of the room. All wondered what the "inspection" was going to be all about. Miss Henry reached out her hand and with the tips of the fingers facing upwards, flipped the dick of the first boy, as if testing its weight. The boy’s breathing was ragged as she took his soft penis in her hand, turning it left, then right, then lifting it up, and as she rolled it around in her hand, it grew and slowly lifted out of her palm.

“Mm-hmmm, very good,” she said. “No problems here. You seem to have all of your functions. Almost. Let's see..."

Her hand rose to grasp the rising dick that seemed to be floating away, and the boy took in a sharp breath. Was she really doing what he thought she was doing? Almost. She merely squeezed slightly. “Mm-hmmm, very strong.” Then she bent it down towards the ground and let it go, watching it spring back up, and laughed softly. But the boy was not laughing. He was hyperventilating as Miss Henry took his dick firmly in hand again and actually began working his shaft, slowly and carefully.

It took a while. Miss Henry stood there kneading his dick for what seemed like forever, giving plenty of time for the others to get excited, and probably making her job from here on out easier. After a full endless minute, Miss Henry brought her palm up to polish the boy’s head, and he let out a forced breath, and that did it. He burst a stream of silvery goo, landing splat on the ground in front of them, and Miss Henry nodded in approval.

"Yes, you appear to be in fine order." She knelt down in front of him, and inspected his spent penis more closely, lifting it up to see underneath it, rubbing her thumb on his slick head, ushering a groan from him as she pulled her thumb away, stretching a trail of film between dick and digit. "Hmmm..." She then swirled her thumb over the tip of his cock. His groans filled the room, but Miss Henry was more concerned with how he wriggled and squirmed in her hand. Then she let go, her fingers nice and slick, and she stood and looked at the next guy.

"Alright, next."

The next boys in line tensed, and looked somewhat like prisoners awaiting their execution. "Now," Miss Henry said, taking a half-hard dick in her hand. "Well, you look healthy," she said as it stiffened in her grip. And it went much the same as the first one, with her first inspecting him, and then jacking him, which apparently was also part of the inspection. In much less time the boy came, spurting within quick minutes, oozing over her knuckles. "Oh my," she said, and so she went down the line.

All dicks trembled in wait for their inspection.

Richie, the scrawny guy, seemed on the verge of panic as Miss Henry took his dick in hand. His frail body shook, and his thin and jumpy penis stiffened as the woman lifted it up to inspect its underside. She cupped his balls, and pulled back his foreskin, and all-in-all manhandled his penis as she determined its health. The boy shuddered and a short, steady stream of cum took a downward arc out of the tip, as if from a faucet. He again trembled as Miss Henry massaged his member, causing him to shout out.

The next guy seemed to have much more stamina, and he stood quite proudly with his proud erection pointing towards the alluring nurse, as if to beckon her. After she moved on from the general poking and prodding and to the straight up masturbating, the sturdy boy remained stoic, staring her down as she worked his rod, making slippery sounds. After five minutes, the other guys seemed impatient. Perhaps detecting this, Miss Henry upped her tempo, and the slippery sounds got louder. But the boy would not cum.

"Hmm," the nurse said, and dropped to her knees to investigate the penis more closely. Its glistening head was mere inches from her face as she jacked it, and Chris was sure that the young man was going to cum on her face. But in another few minutes, she slowed her tempo. "Hmm," she said again. "We'll have to come back to you." She looked at the other expectant guys in the room, and leaving the twitching dick, Miss Henry moved on.

Chris waited patiently, his dick now fully erect and awaiting inspection. He could feel the blood pumping through it, and was amazed that he now had a fear that he would shoot off right there, without any manual stimulation. It was a strange feeling.

The young man next to him was shy; his dick wagged as it found its way into Miss Henry's grip.

"Calm down there," she said. "This is just an inspection," and she lifted his rigid rod, looked underneath it, and jostled his balls. The boy shivered, and Miss Henry ran her finger over his head, glistening with precum. In an instant he came, covering Miss Henry's knuckles. And then Chris was up. Miss Henry casually wiped her hand off on her white coat, and finally took Chris into her hand. Don't cum, don't cum, he told himself as he felt the warm pressure in his shaft, and the alluring look that she gave him was enough to threaten to make him cum right there.

"You look like a strong boy," she said. "And with a hearty dick!" With pleasure she squeezed and pulled, and teased and tortured him, and all the raw sensation of Miss Henry's inspection was transmuted through his dick, which was helpless against her intrusions. He could feel her fingertips on his hardness, and the warmth of her palm. She seemed to be jacking him more than she did actually inspecting him; was she doing this just to get her rocks off? It was a strange ritual for a school, it only now dawned on him.

"You seem like you get a lot of good use out of this," she said, tugging with abandon. The waves traveled through him, and he looked down at her, but the orgasm never came. The waves subsided, and Chris took a moment to look at the ceiling. Was that a cum stain on the ceiling? He had never looked at the ceiling before. He looked down again. He was numb now. The alluring looks of Miss Henry did nothing to lift him. He plateaued, and was stuck in that weird purgatory of sensation-less jacking, with no end in sight. And then, with all the regret in the world, the jacking stopped, and Miss Henry stood.

"Well, we'll come back to you later as well."

Chris's dick tottered in response, and was left unsatisfied. Miss Henry moved on to the next lucky guy, who seemed unprepared for the woman's hands upon him. Chris stood and regained his composure, the sensations of pleasure now fading. The guy next to him didn't last long, and shot off in seconds. He was probably at a heightened state after watching Chris get jacked for fifteen minutes. This one spilled on Miss Henry's coat, and she slicked the semen off with the palm of her hand and moved on down the line. As she walked along touching and tugging their dicks, another woman, much younger, perhaps a student herself at the female campus, entered the room suddenly.

“Sorry I’m late!” the girl said. She was carrying a clipboard, and had golden blonde hair much brighter than Miss Henry’s.

“I thought I wasn’t going to have you today, Courtney,” Miss Henry said. “I’ll fill you in on my observations so far, later. Feel free to go down the line quickly and make your own, and then catch up to me.”

“Roger that!" Courtney said with a chipper salute, and then she began walking down the line of spent men, looking at each of them, making "hmm," noises and jotting things down on her clipboard, and ass she went, the dicks slowly rose as if saluting an officer. Occasionally she would reach out and stroke one of the young men, and she took special delight in Chris, delighting in the spring of his stiff cock. She nodded enthusiastically and jotted something down in her notepad. What kind of things were contained in that notepad? Chris wondered. Perhaps something like "good girth, came too fast," or "should eat more fruit." The girl smirked one more time at Chris and then moved on. And he had the thought just then: if Miss Henry had her as a helper, who was going to clean up all the cum off the floor? They were certainly making a mess, and there was cum on the rug centerpiecing the room. Were they going to make them clean it all up? As if on cue, the girl slipped on the hardwood where some semen had landed just outside the edge of the carpet. She helicoptered her arms, dropped her notebook, and Chris rushed forward to grab her arm. He got her and held her steady. They really are going to need to clean the floor, Chris thought.

The girl braced herself against Chris and looked at him and smiled. His erection brushed against her thigh, and she smiled wider.

"Thanks," she said with a repressed laugh, and Chris picked up her notebook for her, on which he saw the note "nice cock!" on the open page. He smiled and handed the notebook back to the girl, who was now beat-red.

"Be careful, Courtney," Miss Henry called to her from down the line. The girl brushed the hair out of her face and gave Chris one last smile before moving on. It sustained him for a while. He would never go soft again. Miss Henry jacked some more erect and even not-so erect dicks in her hand, and there were only a few more ejaculations, small and quick. Then she went to the center of the room, as her assistant finished checking the mass of penises and making notes on her notebook. The ones who came already looked calm, and the ones who were still hard as oak trees gladly let the younger girl touch their erections.

"Okay, gentlemen," Miss Henry said, "thanks for your participation. Most of you seem to be healthy young men."

The young men all looked at each other, wondering if that meant that there were unhealthy men among them. Miss Henry explained for them. "Many of you proved to have good virility." Now it was clear. Chris found himself inwardly cheering. "I saw many healthy ejaculations. Definitely no broken pipes among those of you." Some encouraging cheers and pats on the back ensued, before Miss Henry continued, and the young girl stepped up to join her in the middle of the room.

"Now those of you that didn't cum, you still look healthy. No signs of STD’s or poor hygiene, but as far as performance..."

Now a hush traveled through the room, as if there was anything that could get all these college boys excited after getting a handjob from the sexy nurse of the school.

"I will now ask all of the students who didn't get to finish to step up and finish off on me."

Now a deeper hush fell across the room, and all the naked boys looked at each other in disbelief. Was she really asking them to do what they thought she was asking them to do? Was it really that shocking? Chris was ever-hard at the mere prospect. But one bold lad stepped up first, dick in hand and already jacking. Miss Henry seemed surprised and sat patiently as he masturbated in front of her, the young assistant watching closely and biting her lip. It didn't take long. In no time flat a white string came shooting out, landing splat on Miss Henry's face, flattening into puddles of ivory liquid, falling and stretching over her lips, which formed into a smile. And already the rest of the room was lining up. Miss Henry motioned with her hand. "Gather around, gather around, form a circle." The boys maneuvered like a football team, encircling their nurse and each handling their cock aggressively, even desperately. Chris stood watching behind a barrier of naked male ass, but it did nothing to stem his arousal. In fact, through the parting of his friends' shoulders, he saw the next guy step up. A fine string of white crossed Miss Henry's face, and her eyes closed briefly, but when they opened again, she was smiling. Then another shot crossed in the other direction, and her eyes closed again.

"You're taking notes, right Courtney?" the nurse asked with her eyes closed, and Courtney, ever studious with her cum-stained notebook, nodded in affirmation. "Yes Miss Henry, I’m on it." It may have struck some of the guys there that they wished she was "on it" as well, as Miss Henry's assistant was cute and probably the fantasy of anybody that laid eyes upon her, but she stood dutifully as the dozen or so young men jacked off onto her mentor, each ribbon of cum making it harder for her to open her eyes, and all the while, Miss Henry's assistant took her notes. Chris was getting impatient, fearing that he would shoot off before he had a chance to decorate Miss Henry's face with his cum. But he was sexually smitten with the presence of the assistant, who also threatened to make him cum sooner than he planned. "Who to cum on?" the question arose in his mind.

Another streak of cum crossed Miss Henry's face, and then another, and her grin grew as much as the collection of semen on her countenance. The assistant scribbled furiously, and Chris muscled his way to the front of the group to get in his shot. Miss Henry was looking up at all of them, but barely able to see all of the varied dicks prostrating before her. Chris stepped up, and wanted to press his dick against her face, but there was so much cum. So instead, he pulled on his dick vigorously, letting it get slick in his hand and waiting for the imminent eruption, and looking over at the young assistant, who could see, and who smiled at him. That smile, so innocent and coy, her sparkling eyes and youthful lips, smiling in such a crooked curve that suggested she wished she could have that dick in her hands, was enough to push Chris over the edge, and he felt the surge, and looked down at Miss Henry's face and closed eyes and calm smile as it was draped in one more ribbon of cum. It was a strangely satisfying feeling, feeling his libido fade as it emptied out onto her, losing all desire to do what he was doing as he was doing it. And then he was empty, and even though his desire was finally satiated, even though six of his classmates' spunk decorated her, he took the end of his cock and rubbed it across her lips, and it was the most wondrous thing. She opened her eyes then, and smiled against the press of his cock. "Get all that, Courtney?"

The assistant nodded. "Yup. A very strong display."

"I agree," Miss Henry said, and as Chris stood there, another man came up and came on her face in a big puddle, and she kept her eyes open. Chris stepped away and exchanged looks with Courtney, and she was biting her hip as his dripping dick loosened, but that look made him slowly climb again.

Now the guys who had already cummed during the initial inspection started to line up, as if they had enough of a load in them. Chris found himself pushing through a gaggle of his naked classmates, uncomfortably avoiding touching his wet dick to theirs. Behind him, Miss Henry laughed as two gentlemen came up and came on her at once, one load thin and watery on her right cheek and the other one thick and gooey on her left.

"Got all that, Courtney?" Miss Henry said, though her voice was muffled as she could no longer talk without cum getting inside her lips.

"Yep!" The assistant said, and through the line of jacking guys, Chris could see her look back at him and smile. He found himself standing at the back of the room watching the spectacle, along with the other guys who had already came, but none of them went soft as they watched the impromptu bukkake party playing out. By the time that the guys in the back had stepped up, they were pumping dry, and Miss Henry, her face smiling behind a film of cum, patted the guy in front of her on his thigh, and abandoned his wagging cock and stood up.

"Well I think we're running on fumes here," she said. "And I think we've properly assessed all of you. Isn’t that right, Courtney?"

"Yes ma'am," Courtney said. Miss Henry addressed the nude men before her through the curtain of cum.

"I now declare all of you healthy young men," she said. "Especially in the sexual department."

Amusingly, the room erupted into applause, all of the naked men clapping and their still-erect dicks wagging with each clap.

"Now, Courtney, if you could get me a towel."

"Yes ma'am."

The crowd of men slowly dispersed as Courtney passed through them to retrieve the towel, and Chris watched the sea part, leaving Miss Henry standing in the middle of the room, squinting. He almost had the inclination to go out there and help her, but what could he do? In any matter, Courtney came back with the towel, several towels in fact, and with one of them, she began dabbing at Miss Henry's face. She wiped the slimy layer away, and Miss Henry could see again, and she looked at the gathering of aroused naked men standing before her, as Courtney dabbed up the spots of cum on her lab coat, perhaps in vain.

"I now declare this inspection complete," she said, and the room once again erupted into applause. Chris could not help but laugh.

"You get yourselves cleaned up and I will see you in the infirmary next time one of you should feel any... illness."

A chorus of laughter droned through the room, and Miss Henry bode her farewell. Much to Chris's pleasanted surprise, Courtney began traveling through the room with the extra towels. With a laugh and a smile, she stopped at any young man that appeared open to a little help, and she cleaned them up. Chris watched patiently and eagerly as she wrapped a towel around a hard dick, awaiting his turn. Meanwhile, the RA stepped in from his hiding place at the edge of the room and took a towel from her, smiling and blushing, and then went about wiping up the cum on the floor, now frowning as he did. Chris laughed inwardly. It was a great pleasure seeing that asshole clean up his and everyone else's cum, almost as much of a pleasure as getting a public handjob from Miss Henry. Almost.

What would be even better would be getting one from Courtney, Chris thought, and he watched her get closer. She was quick with the guys she tended, wiping and squeezing the head into the towel, and then using the other end to do the next guy, then throwing it on the floor behind her (which the RA dutifully picked up) and producing a fresh towel for the next dick, laughing in amusement as one occasionally rose again for her. And then she came to Chris, and he was already rising. They looked at each other in the eye again, and Chris could see Courtney's mouth working in a subdued smile, and he said nothing. She reached out and gingerly took his dick in the towel, observing it like a museum artifact for a moment before closing the cloth around him and gently squeezing. He could see her biting her lip. He wished she could put those lips on him down there. It was apparent that she wanted to. When she opened the towel, he was completely hard and pointing up at her. The smile on her face grew and she jokingly took the end of the towel and polished his head, laughing at how his dick wobbled when she did it. Then, she glided her fingers on the underside of his shaft, all the way up to the bottom of his crown, and she jostled it with her fingertips, watching it bounce stiffly.

"One hell of a dick," she said, and gave it one more bounce, and left him, leaving with one more parting smile. He may have had one hell of a night, and may have had one interesting morning, but Chris would go straight to the bathroom afterwards and rub one last one out.

As Courtney cleaned her last cock and the RA walked past with an armful of semen-laced towels, the freshmen class of Jelena Parks University slowly exited the day room. Some put their clothes back on, but others, such as Chris, who had come down naked, walked out in the nude. It was a strange feeling to be stepping into the front lobby naked, the outside world looking in through the front doors. Chris stood there a second and watched the branches of the trees outside sway in the wind, much like his erect penis had swayed under the touch of Courtney, and he kind of wanted to go out into the sun as he was. He had heard that the very first Jelena Parks University was a nudist resort, a tropical paradise on an island where the students walked around mostly in the nude. But this was a satellite campus, one of many cropping up in the country, and though it was intended for students to be able to be clothes-optional, there were city ordinances to get around. Eventually, they might be able to. But for the time being, the school was being conservative with introducing its bold vision of education to the country.

As Chris stood there, ready to turn and enter the stairwell and go rub one off like he had intended (though he was no longer hard), Courtney appeared from around the hall and stopped when she saw him.

"Oh hey," she said, taking in the sight of him, looking down and seeing what his dick looked like soft (she only had a few seconds to do it), and quickly walking over. Chris turned to face her, and his lesser self rose to greet her. This time she looked directly at Chris's face as she spoke to him.

"I meant to ask you," she said. "Would you be interested in coming by the girl's campus soon?"

Chris raised an eyebrow. This was not quite what he had expected. He was almost disappointed; he was hoping for a date. But he was a little confused and a bit intrigued by her question.

"Yeah, I guess. What for?"

"It's for one of our classes. I think you'd be just the person.”

*****

Chris drove over to the Jelena Parks University female campus, thirty miles away, the very next week. Courtney had explained everything to him, and even though it wasn't a date, it definitely drew him in. Now he stood at the front of a classroom full of girls while the female teacher, Mrs. Shamrock, talked to the class.

"Alright class, you can thank Courtney back there for securing our volunteer. Today we are going to forget all about our books. Now Mr. Boukowski, would you please disrobe?"

Chris had no problems complying; he stepped forward and took off his shirt, letting the entire class of girls marvel at his chest and abs (he was glad he played sports). He eyed Courtney sitting in the back of the room, and they both smiled knowingly at each other. The other girls watched with rapt attention. This was college; to many of them this was nothing new, save for the odd experience of semi-public nudity. But for others, this was the first time seeing a naked man. And his penis. Chris dropped his drawers and let that penis free. Un-erect, it was shortened slightly, and hung loose, flipping as it freed itself past the elastic waistband of his boxers. The faces of the girls ranged from sly smiles to looks of wonderment. Many of the girls were cute, some not, but it was all the same, for Chris was enjoying this spotlight, and so was his dick, which twitched ever-so-slightly.

"Please get up and gather around," Mrs. Shamrock said, "before he gets hard. It will be nice to see a penis in its neutral state a little, as well as the other one."

All the chairs in the room scraped against the floor at once as the twenty or so girls got up and crowded around Chris and Mrs. Shamrock, who stepped up beside him. Mere feet away stood pretty blonde girls, nerdy, chubby girls, and girls he would never dream of being with, even at his level. they all stood facing him, grinning, or in awe, the ones in front capable of reaching out and touching him.

"Take a knee, everybody, and form a circle. Let's watch the transformation."

They all complied, and knelt like parishioners before Chris's cock, which began to rise slowly but surely. One of the girls laughed quietly at the jerk and ebb of its stuttering climb to full arousal. They were all positioned now so almost all of them could get in a look, or even a touch, which Mrs. Shamrock soon permitted.

"Go ahead and feel free to touch him. He has given his written consent for this. Particularly I would like those who are not so familiar with the male anatomy to allow themselves a feel."

Chris thought it rather mean to put some of the girls on the spot like that, but eager hands soon reached out, from some surprising candidates, girls who looked like they would have no problem getting a guy, girls who didn't even appear to be hindered by shyness. They certainly weren't shy about him, as several sets of fingers fiddled with him, rolling his log between them as it stiffened and filled out in their hands.

"Watch how he grows," Mrs. Shamrock said. "It's like a butterfly hatching. It isn't so intimidating, is it?"

"It's kind of cute," one girl with prominent bangs and a very cute face said as she worked her fingers to stiffen him up. He didn't know whether to be honored or offended, but the whole class laughed. And now he was pointing proudly in the air, as if his dick were trying to prove itself after that comment. Instantly more hands went for it, wanting to touch the tip and see the resistance his stiffness gave as they pulled and batted at it, and each touch was a dull, soft pleasure. He was just getting warmed up. He let himself laugh. One of the girls looked up at him, amused, and patted his hip. For some reason that got him more incensed then all the sensations on his dick did.

Then one of the girls, a thin, waifish-looking girl with brown shoulder-length hair, took his cock in hand and proceeded to rub it on her face. He felt the soft push of her cheek, and the brush of her lips on his head, and he shuddered. She looked up at him, still pressing him into all her soft and cute features, and she laughed before letting him go for the other girls to feel him.

"Why did you do that, Rachel?"

"I don't know, I just wanted to see what it felt like on my face."

"Very good," Mrs. Shamrock observed. "I'm sure he liked that. Didn't you, Mr. Boukowski?"

"Oh yeah," Chris said, and the whole class laughed, and they took a cue from Rachel, and started rubbing his cock on their faces as well. It traveled from cheek to cheek, pillowy soft sensations on his tip, enough to start urging up those threatening feelings of eruption. While the girls passed his dick around, some got brave and traveled with their hands, reaching behind and feeling his butt. That wasn't part of the lesson, but he didn't mind. Though he had half the mind to take his dick into his own hands and rub it himself on every one of their faces until he came; it was beginning to be too much. But he held still, and let himself be groped and grabbed.

"Look at him go," Mrs. Shamrock said. "You can see his head is getting slick. Go ahead and grab him by the shaft. You'll feel his heartbeat."

Several of the girls complied, grasping him firmly but gently full around his trunk, pausing still to feel it throb in their hands before passing it to the next girl. With each hand that closed around it, he imagined launching onto the face of the owner. But after the fifth hand, the tenuous feeling of eruption subsided and he passed the wall, feeling like he could do this all day.

As the girls took turns merely holding his dick, Courtney appeared through the crowd of people, shuffling forward on her knees until the object of her affection was mere inches before her. She took him firmly in both hands, and looked his dick in its eye. He wriggled in her grip; now he was starting to get somewhere. Then, without warning, she leaned forward and put him in her mouth. In he went into the warm and velvety embrace of her tongue and lips, and he flexed and he felt himself squirm inside her.

"Taking quite the initiative, eh, Courtney?" Mrs. Shamrock said. "Very good."

Out his cock came with a smack of Courtney's lips and she leaned back in and gave him a passionate kiss on his crown. She paused, looked up at him, and kissed again. He pulsed in her hand. Mrs. Shamrock, noticing his increased breathing, advised her class.

"Everybody get a hand in there. I think our boy is going to burst."

Courtney shuffled back a bit but kept him steady in both her hands, while every other hand that could reached in, graceful wrists arcing past their neighbors and as many fingers that could get around his shaft getting around it, and others yet brushed over the tip, and in unison they all started jacking, all in the same rhythm, like synchronized swimmers.

"Everyone get in there," Mrs. Shamrock commanded. Only a few could not penetrate the sea of arms and hands, so they stood and closed in on Chris's sides, to get as close to the action that was about to commence. Courtney, playing ringleader, looked up at him as the whole team urged him to his finish, and he didn't dare close his eyes for a second. There was less sensation now than when each girl tried him one-on-one; instead his dick was merely being smothered, with all the eager faces either looking up at him or looking on in expectation at his dick. And through the gaps of the fingers fanning over his head, he came, and felt it from the base of his loins. Unhindered, his load shot through the grasping hands and splatted on Courtney's face, causing her to flinch. It was as if he was instantly drained; all the energy in him left him, but a few more shots spurted out, as all the hands continued to collectively manhandle him and made the last shots fling out farther, landing lengthwise on Courtney, streaking down her blouse, and an errant strand catching the cheek of another excited girl who instantly put her hand to her face to feel the gooey string there. Then he was empty, and the hands receded. Rachel rushed forward and grabbed at his dick, and once again rubbed it on her face, spreading slick cum residue like she was using a glue stick, and Chris let out a groan at the raw sensation and sight of her cute face taking its tribute. As she laughed, more hands came out to tease all the final sensations they could out of him, thumbs and fingers passing over his head, palms working themselves at the tip, and he thought he was going to die. He almost thought he would magically ejaculate a second time. Was that even possible? But his dick slackened, despite all the coddling it was receiving, and like a sleepy puppy, it fell limp in their hands.

"And now we can see it relaxed again," Mrs. Shamrock said. "For now."

"Awwww," the girl who had earlier commented on his dick's cuteness said, and all of them began playing with it, flipping it about, and letting it drip its last strings of cum on their fingers. And Mrs. Shamrock let them. Afterall, the point wasn't to jack him off. The point was to get accustomed to the male anatomy, and all aspects of it. So they had their fun. And soon he was hard again, his dick struggling to rise, like a drunkard who couldn't be put down. This time mouths came down to taste him, and it looked like Chris was in for another round, impossible as it may be.

Yes, they had their fun.

Fifteen minutes later, after a dribbling ejaculation that dotted the lips of a few of the closest girls, Chris was limp and sore and Mrs. Shamrock tossed a towel into the group, and he was cleaned up. Then the girls stood, and Mrs. Shamrock concluded the class, expressing that she hoped the girls got something out of the day's activity, and thanking Chris for his participation, though he felt he wasn't the one that needed to be thanked. As the girls left the classroom, they all grinned at him as they passed, some quite thirsty and intimidating, others coy and almost embarrassed at their glee. Courtney was last, with the faint vertical stain still on her blouse, and she stopped in front of him.

Thanks for cumming on—I mean thanks for coming out." She laughed at herself, and Chris laughed too, not feeling weird at all to be standing nude in front of her and laughing with her.

"Oh Chris, I wanted to talk to you before you go," Mrs. Shamrock called over, and she sat at her desk.

"I'll see you when you're done," Courtney said, brushing his bare shoulder and parting with one of those lip-biting smiles of hers. Then she left and the door was closed. Chris turned around and approached Mrs. Shamrock's desk. As there was no other chair nearby, he just stood nude before her, wondering what she wanted.

"You did good today, you behaved yourself," she said. "I think you might be just the person we're looking for to assist in our program."

Chris crinkled his brow, wondering to himself if she was about to ask him to join the Avengers Initiative, when she leaned back in her chair a little, appearing for once completely informal.

"Just like Courtney helped out at your school, I think you might be your campus' liaison for our semester's inspection routine."

"Inspection?" Chris said, standing there with his dick right at Mrs. Shamrock’s eye-level.

"Yes," she said. "Vaginal Inspection Day."

Dick Jack Island

The chill night air stiffened old Tommyknocker's beard as he stared into the endless black sea, but he liked it that way. It kept him alert. The moon was high in the sky, and its silver ribbons slithered on the nearby waves, but the desert of water beyond was unseen, though it went on forever. And somewhere out there was that fearful piece of land, sitting out there in the middle of all that, like a predator in wait.

"Hell of a chilly night, eh?"

Tommyknocker turned. The two swabbies, Sonny and Link, were strolling along the rail, perhaps coming out to watch the sea as he was. Sonny was tall but scrawny, and hardly a good help when it came to the manual labor of the ship, and Link was a short and stocky fellow, but hardly fat, and made up for his lack of height with his densely-packed muscle.

"Aye, and a foreboding night it is," old Tommyknocker said. "The quicker we get out of this stretch of sea, the sooner I'll sleep better."

"Why's that, old man?"

Tommy turned and backhanded Sonny across the jaw, though he wasn't sure which one of them had spoke. It didn't matter.

"Mind your respect, swabbie, or you'll be mouthing off to the sharks," Tommy growled. Sonny rubbed his jaw, and Tom felt a little bad. "I'm just wound up tonight, boys. The way we're sailing puts us, by my estimation, some five leagues away from..." the old man trailed off, for he did not want to speak too loosely.

"It's that island, ain't it?" Link said, alive with enthusiasm. "All the mates is talkin' about it."

"Best keep that island out of your thoughts, boy. It's nothin' but trouble, believe you me!"

"What island?" Sonny asked, still rubbing his jaw. Link turned to his friend.

"What, Sonny, you never listen when you're workin'? It can't be as bad as Tommyknocker says it is, the way they all them guys grin when they talk about it. They call it—"

"AYE! So you want to hear about it, ey? You want to hear why you shouldn't ever set foot on Dick Jack Island?"

The two young men stood there silently, with blank looks. Even Link's typically-grinning face was blank of emotion.

"That's what it's called?" Link finally said, a hopeful grin starting to form on the left corner of his mouth.

"Aye," Tom confirmed. "And it's the most god-forsaken island on God's blue Earth."

"Maybe they should have given it a more sinister name," Sonny said.

"It's a fitting name, aye it is. You see, on this island, which I will remind you lads is but five leagues away, there are fair maidens, aye, with skin as perfect as the deep blue of the water at the start of the sun's decline. And these maidens, they jack off the dicks of young sailors like yourself. Right away, they seek to get a dick in hand, and when it has burst and run over their fingers, they seek the next one out. They take no joy but in the jacking of dicks!"

The old man's story was punctuated by the slap of water against the boat, and the silence of the two young men, waiting for the bad part.

"...That doesn't sound so foreboding," Sonny said.

"Yeah, that sounds pretty great!" Link said, all grins again.

"It is a cursed place!" old Tom spat, leaning towards the men threateningly. "They are sirens! You know what a siren is, don't you, boys? They lure men in with their promises of paradise and drive them to ruin! Hardly a man who sets foot on that island ever leaves! It takes a great effort to pull one away from that cursed place, where the shores are filled with derelict ships of men who knew no better, and who's cocks have probably long since fallen off! Yea, take care to never curse yourself to ever even lay eyes upon Dick Jack Island!"

"Well hell, if I found myself in a place like that, I doubt I'd ever want to leave," Link said.

"Indeed, I hope we find Dick Jack Island now. Sure would beat living on some crummy boat."

"Banish those thoughts!" Tom commanded. "By the gods, I wish the captain had never chosen to sail this route. I knew it would be a bad idea right away, but he doesn't listen! Not to this old man. You, though, you two boys, you will listen if you want to keep your lives!"

And so the two young men were left with the dire warning that did little to steer them away from thoughts of pure beaches with lush palm trees and pure, deep blue water, and young women of slender frame and proportions delicately wrapping their long fingers around longer protrusions, erections ready to be relieved. Indeed, Sonny and Link played these images over and over in their heads and did nothing to relieve their own arousal for expectation of getting it done on Dick Jack Island.

*****

As morning broke, there were many bodies scampering around on deck, going to and fro, performing their daily duties on the ship. But a few men stood at the sides of the boat, scanning the horizon, looking for the hint of land.

"Ho!" one of them cried. "Land ho!"

Tommyknocker heard the cries from his cot in the sleeping quarters, and he sighed.

The landmass got nearer. At first just a black smudge, it took on detail: lush green jungle, and above it, the slate-grey of a monolithic rock rising from the trees.

Now all who saw it were scrambling about. Mainly the youngest of the crew, led by Link and Sonny. There came to be five of them, and they were at the side of the ship, lowering a rowboat, when old Tommyknocker propped his foot on the gunwale.

"What in the hell are you boys doin'?" he scolded. "I TOLD you that island is nothin' but ruin!"

Link and the other boys looked up pleadingly, rocking and swaying in the boat as it bounced against the ship.

"We gotta go, Tom, we gotta see what it is."

"Well don't expect anybody to come rescue ya! If you're set on going there then you've abandoned this ship!"

"Okay," Link said, and pushed away from the ship. The five excited young men pointed landwards, furiously rowing towards their sexual release.

Tommyknocker spat and then shook his head. The look on his face showed deep sadness.

From up above came the tapping of boots coming down the stairs from the cabin.

"Now what is the meaning of this?" a gravelly voice said, sounding as if everywhere, as if carried on the wind. Thus so Captain Swaggarly commanded his ship with an almost supernatural air.

He appeared, walking along the deck until he came to a stop in front of old Tommyknocker. He was as swaggarly as his name implied, with a dashing red captains' doublet complete with a wide, majestic hat and a well-oiled mustache and goatee. He peered out at the boat bobbing towards the island in the distance.

"I see," the captain said without Tom having to answer for himself. He spun around on his squeaky heels. "Well, ready the anchors, men. We are taking ourselves a little break while your mates have their fun. We will wait and see what comes of them."

He walked away from Tom without looking at him again. Tom knew better than to say "I told you so," to tell the captain that there was no way the boys would ever come back, not voluntarily. He knew better than to put himself in a situation where he let five able-bodied men abandon ship. And now, useless at it was, the rest of the crew readied to drop anchor. It seemed they would be spending some time near the shores of Dick Jack Island, with all its temptations calling.

*****

Sonny's arms were sore, but he kept rowing. He was not as sturdy as his fellow men, but each pull and thrust took him closer and closer to the island he had imagined in the night. That anything they might experience there would match what he thought up as he fell asleep, he could only hope. He hoped it wasn't an island of monsters and despair instead. That would kill the boner in a heartbeat.

To say most of them were silent would be true, for Link spoke enough for all of them.

"Hell yeah, almost there, boys. All our other cares will be forgotten soon. I sure hope the girls are as pretty as old Tommyknocker says. I wonder if they are exotic? Surely they are! Row faster, Biff. I can feel it now. In my dick I mean. Can you feel it in your dick, boys?"

"Aye!" they all shouted in unison, and rowed.

Soon they scraped the bottom, and the young man stumbled out of the boat, all but two of them attentive enough to grab it and drag it onto land. Link walked ahead, gazing up at the monolithic, most definitely phallic giant stone structure and the lush jungle at its base. Indeed it looked like an island of plenty, perhaps the most beautiful sight he had ever laid eyes on, as all his eyes had seen in his career on the sea has been endless nothing and dirty, ramshackle villages by the shores.

The other men caught up to him as Link lowered his eyes to the dense jungle at the edge of the beach, and the branches of the trees began to stir and something slowly came out of them.

It was just as Sonny imagined, perhaps even better, for their solidness turned fantasy into reality. These were no dream-figures; they were figures out of a dream.

They were all tan, unblemished as had been promised, and they were all naked. They came out of the jungle, as if the jungle were made up of them. They had sable-dark hair that touched their shoulders, as if they had the means and civilized sense to cut their hair. But not below, as many dark triangles shifted and moved towards the men as the women approached them, wiggling their upper parts, pert and pink, as they walked. Curiosity was on their faces. Pure adulation was on the men's. Sonny was not sure what he felt; he was in a dream as the women came up and touched gentle fingers on his shoulders, as if to see if the men were real.

Their skin was tawny from a life, no doubt, bare under the sun, and their expressive eyes looked like that of a woman of the orient. Well, some of their eyes. Others looked like any European girl, albeit gloriously tan, and with rich, black hair that suggested Italian descent. Not that Sonny or anybody else dwelled upon this long, as the girls were already running fingers along what was to them probably curious articles of clothing: sweaty, dirty and heavy shirts and pantaloons bloused at the boot. Why did they wear such clothes in the heat? They were soon about to be rid of them, it seemed.

"Howdy, ladies," Link announced for them, raising his finger to his forehead in a salute, and one of the girls (there had to be fifteen of them now) responded in very quick and unintelligible words. "I see," Link said, as if he understood, and indeed he did, because one of the girls was tugging at his belt, and looked up at him and said something in that quick, chipper language of theirs. "Of course," Link said, and rid himself of his belt for her, along with his pantaloons, and he stood there bottomless in front of his mates and the growing number of naked and nubile young girls, who gasped.

Indeed he was already hard, his cock curved up like the swords the men usually carried at their hips, and the women were delighted. Hands came down to fan over it, and it bounced between fingers and laughter transmitted through the young women's limbs as they patted and prodded his member. And then women were tugging at the pants of every other man in the group, many of whom were already stripping off their own clothes for the girls, so as to be as equal to them.

Sonny's heart was pounding. This was exactly as Old Tommyknocker had described, and now he wasn't ready for it! His hands trembled as he unbuttoned his shirt, barely able to comprehend that those slender, feminine fingers of these naked angels would be fawning over him next, hardly able to contain himself in their mere presence, for he had not been with a woman in a long time (translation: he had not been with a woman ever, being the young swabbie that he was. There was only one time, back in his boyhood, with the girl next door...), so that merely gazing upon these perfect naked frames, unabashed, bold, (masculine qualities were these, but yet so feminine in the way they were presented), was indeed like gazing upon celestial beings from Heaven. Sexy celestial sirens—they are sirens! You know what a siren is, don't you boys?—singing sweet songs in silence, singing with their bodies and promises of sweet stimulation, his dick urgent for it, electricity in his pants, feeling it would burst at the first and lightest touch of a lass's fingertips. But it didn't, as he pulled down his pants and his member thrust upwards, free, like a whale breaching the surface, a set of fingers shot for it like a fisherman's net, and he was engulfed in the warmth of her palm and firmness of her sudden grip, a feeling he had never felt before, and looking up at the owner of the hand—a grinning girl, meeting his eyes, his heart and his dick both swayed, and swayed again at the sight of the twin rounds in front of her, with their dark tips. "This is surely Heaven," he said aloud, and the girl smiled and pretended to know what he was saying. She didn't care; she seemed delighted that he owned a functioning cock.

Indeed they seemed invested in the men's cocks. Not just lusty or curious, they seemed to be squeezing and grabbing their erect members as if to test them, to investigate them, to make sure that they passed some unknown muster. Sonny didn't know how much "testing" he could take. The girl was rather firm with him, squeezing his dick until it hurt, then taking her forefinger and thumb and squeezing his head lightly, then running said finger across the tip, eliciting a tremble from the young man.

His arms lurching upwards, he reached instinctively for her symmetric, spherical breasts, and she laughed as he palmed them, feeling her nipples, not quite hard, settling into the lines of his palm. The girl playfully brushed him away with her free hand and went back to investigating his cock, and Sonny was quite confused, but he couldn't really complain. All around him, the other men stood passive as their urgent dicks craned their proverbial necks to be doted on by the maidens. The rigid, fat staff of the man called Biff bounced between hands, and he took rapid breaths as a new girl took a knee and twisted both palms over his length, gazing into his dick like it were a mystic sage, waiting for the message it would deliver, and soon that message was received, on her face in three big bursts as Biff groaned and the girl laughed, white stripes launching and settling across her lips and down her chin. Why Sonny was so involved with watching his shipmate's pleasure when he himself was being pleasured, he did not know, but it was a beautiful sight. The second Biff shot off, though, the other girls stopped, and Sonny felt his girl's hands leave him.

A quick chattering of words was exchanged between the girls. It appeared to be a serious conversation, but there were smiles on their many faces. Then they took the men's hands and walked them towards the jungle, beckoning with friendly faces and body language, and the promise of more pleasure the come, as the men's still-erect dicks led the way.

"Where they takin' us?" one of the men asked.

"Probably back to the village to fuck the queen," Link said, happy, grinning at his nude chauffeur as she led him along, gazing at the curves of her body and the curve of his erect dick ever-rigid, following her like a horse chasing a carrot on a stick. They lure men in with their promises of paradise! Tommyknocker's words came back to Sonny.

They entered the jungle and walked along a well-worn and maintained path until in no time at all they came out into a clearing and a bustling little village.

"See?" Link said from the front of the group. "I was right."

Indeed it was a village. Naked women sat around fire pits on grass mats, or sat near straw huts, chatting, relaxing, and watching the new visitors arrive. Naked children scampered happily through the village center, oblivious to the erect guests, as the air was filled with alien conversations and familiar scents of cooking meat.

The men, eyes wandering, were stopped in front of the largest hut in the village, and Sonny shrank inwardly as out stepped a towering, tanned man with a long, dark beard and an even longer phallus, decorated with feathers over where his pubic hair was. His face was stern, and as he looked the young men over, one of the women stepped next to him and began the natives' chattery, rapid-fire speech, motioning with her hands and making an arcing motion in mimicry of Biff's surge of semen. The apparent village chief took this all in with a poker face. Then, much to their shock, he spoke in perfect English.

"I see you boys are lucky enough to have made it here," the grizzled man said with a New England accent. "How long have you searched?"

The men looked between each other, confused, until Link turned back to their host (keeping his eyes above the shoulders) and said: "We only heard about it last night."

The village chief laughed softly behind his beard. "Last night, eh? Well count yourself as extra-lucky. It has been a while since we had a great celebration. I do believe it is time to commence a sacrifice."

"A s-sacrifice?" one of the other men said, and they all took a step back. The girl next to the chief took a step after them, concern on her face. The old village chief only laughed.

"Relax, boys, a sacrifice of semen!"

They all stopped and stared at the chief. What else did they expect him to say? Without delay, the bearded man turned to the woman and chattered something to her, and she nodded and then trotted off towards the center of the village, where she called everybody to attention. Now women were standing up all over the camp.

"Enjoy yourselves, my lads, and welcome to our island," the chief said. The woman returned, outstretching her hand to the nearest man, and he was led towards the gathering of women. Sonny and the rest found themselves following. Grass mats were laid out, and the women motioned for the men to lay down on them. It was obvious what was going to transpire, but Sonny found himself looking back anyway, towards the chief, and it was for this reason that he was the only one to overhear what he muttered as he turned away from the party: "…because in the morning you're going off the cliffs."

Sonny almost shouted out "excuse me?" but feminine hands were already gracing his shoulders and bidding him lie down. He watched the chief disappear back into his hut, and then his view was blocked by many smiling faces of women peering down at him, and fiddling with his cock, which had gone soft. They laughed and played with it, flipping it between their fingers, until it began to stand up, despite the distracting thoughts running through Sonny's head. In the morning you're going off the cliffs. Did he hear that right? Perhaps he said "in the morning you're going to be a little stiff," but that didn't make sense; it was far from nighttime, and they were plenty stiff already. These thoughts became hard to concentrate on as the stiffness in him delighted and entertained the now four women kneeling around him.

So proceeded the great celebration of the cock, with its finale of cum, as women grouped around the five men (even Biff, who because of his previous expulsion, lasted the longest) and entertained themselves in playing with, tugging on, massaging, petting, and generally pleasuring the very lucky penises and the five men attached to them. Girls from all over the village came, some alarmingly young to some of the men, but this appeared to be a society that was very open and celebratory about sex. Or, at least, the simple anatomy of sexual organs. They seemed to worship the penis, take joy in its mere form, and the fun of urging its change of shape, and the eventual release of its frustrations, a joy evident in the shrieks of laughter and even applause at the first ejaculation, six girls leaning in to watch the white volcano eruption dribbling its magma down the man's shaft, faces coming in to nuzzle his wet, oozing head, spreading the film of seminal fluid on their cheeks. The man shuddered. Another man shot off almost immediately afterward, shallow, premature pumps that ran down over the women's hands as they squeezed his tip and caused him to moan and thrash.

Sonny could barely take it; his helpless member wriggled in the tight grip of a young woman with sparkling eyes and a toothy smile which only grew wider the more he pulsed in her hand. Her dark hair swayed and brushed her bare shoulders as she jacked him, and her small breasts, hanging over him, jostled back and forth. The other women, letting her have her turn, massaged around the base of Sonny's penis, looking lovingly between it and his eyes, smiling at him. All their breasts were magnificent; perfect spheres of softness, hanging right above his spire of hardness, like a pornographic planetarium.

In his euphoric moment, the sound of Link moaning throatily did little to distract or pull Sonny out of his wonderland. Instead, it added to it, this orgy of pleasure, and he rolled his head over and looked past the parked rear-end of the girl kneeling to his right and saw Link with his head back and ribbons of white somersaulting in the air before his delighted hosts, who leaned back on their tan haunches and clapped.

It was a minor distraction, though, as it helped Sonny weather the rest of his handjob. The other girls joined their friend, and hand-upon-hand wrapped around his shaft, ineffectively, at first, trying to stimulate him, until they discovered the trick of sliding their palm upwards and then letting the next hand grab on and continue the fluid friction towards the direction of his imminent ejaculation. He felt the heat, but took a breath, and managed to go through the wall, or find his second wind, or whatever one calls it, and all there was was the fading pressure as hand after hand slid up his shaft and passed over his head, those little lightning strikes between each pull. The girls were having great fun with it, coordinating themselves, chuckling at each spasm in Sonny's body until the spasms became more numerous and unweatherable, and the girls knew exactly what was going to happen, and a white-hot column of lust ripped and rippled up to their amazed faces and fell splat on his stomach as surge after surge shot forth and made a mess of the proceedings. But a mess seemed to be the whole point. The culmination of the celebration. Because the hands didn't stop, and Sonny found himself straining, squeezing his eyes almost to completely shut, screaming, as his raw-sensitive head met the sliding fingers of ten hands of five naked, energetic girls. It was like being abducted and submitted to the most unimaginable pleasure, by beings not of this earth. He had heard about such stories. Did such beings live here? Were they in fact naked girls? These thoughts passed through his mind as his dick fell over like a drunkard into the welcoming hands of the girls of Dick Jack Island, semen everywhere one could see it, coating their fingers, puddling on his stomach, transferring to the lips that leaned down to kiss his expended organ.

*****

And so the morning's activity on the island concluded, with all the men laying exhausted and spent as their hosts played with what last bit of hardness that was in them, until the next go-around. Everybody had stood and accepted a warm, animal fur-woven towel on their private parts to clean up the mess, as they watched Biff's conclusion to the morning. Biff, who looked almost in pain as all the girls who had finished up with the other men joined in his party and he was surrounded by well over thirty girls, too many hands for it to be possible for every one to reach him, but the massive, attractive audience helped him reach his climax once again, a sputtering, rather anticlimactic end to the morning, two little squirts over the fingers of the five girls who immediately held him, and his dick wagged, and the girls laughed, and he let out a breath.

And so, after the celebration of the penis, the men found themselves permitted to take naps in the grass huts, some with company. Sonny found himself with the raven-haired, glittery-smile girl sliding up next to him, her smooth body like silk against his own bare skin, and despite himself and his worries, found his lesser self rising again, perhaps to be subjected to another rousing bout of celebration later? He did not know, but even as he wrapped his arms around the unblemished beauty next to him, his thoughts traveled to what he had thought he heard the chief say, and what those words could mean for him and his friends come morning.

*****

That night there was a great bonfire and sociable event of sitting and chatting, and of course, of displaying of the cock. Young boys from the village, some tawny like their mothers, others unmistakably of European origins, some alarmingly young, stood up to the fire, letting their little lances grow and folding their arms in pride of the applause that followed their erections. This truly was a society that celebrated the cock, Sonny realized.

All these thoughts turning in his head he thought to share with his friends, but they seemed too involved with their female company (many girls sat and crowded around each man, and his ever-erect penis), as well as the festivities before the fire, unafraid of seeing the few other males on the island (indeed, all the males seemed to practically be children; was there no other competition for the chief, who lived here in this paradise with his harem of worshipers?). Speaking of the chief, he sat on a large throne of straw, watching the festivities commence, his enviable cock laying like a whale across his thigh.

The woman who had earlier conversed with the chief came by and smiled down at Sonny, her sparkling nude form only overshadowed by her friendly demeanor, unarming despite her positing above, looking down on him, breasts looming.

"You having good time on island?" she asked him, and Sonny went stone-still.

"Yes, I speak some English. The chief teach me. I am Swana."

"Who is the chief?" Sonny found himself asking, and Swana took a seat next to him, curling up her legs, the heels of her feet pressing into her hairy snatch, her stomach pinching and her rounded breasts hanging down as she leaned forward.

"The chief… he come here long ago. Or actually, not that long ago. One hundred-hundred moons or so? He decided he stay, and he become the best of his brothers."

"What 'brothers?'” Sonny asked, as the fire danced over the woman's face and the shadows of the dicks of the dancing boys cast wide stripes across her breasts.

"He fight them. The chief very strong. No man could stop him. And he has the biggest dick."

Indeed, Sonny nodded in acknowledgment of the endowment of the chief. Even flaccid, there was no debate.

"And what happens to us?" Sonny asked, motioning to his friends, who sat laughing and drinking from clay cups as women cuddled up next to them and nudged their penises into erect states once again.

Swana seemed reluctant to answer this question. She chewed on her lip for a moment, as if weighing the consequences of what she was about to say.

"We go up tomorrow morning to Dick Mountain. There great sacrifice."

"What kind of sacrifice?"

She looked into Sonny's eyes with all the regret in the world.

"You see. Great sacrifice." She made a masturbatory gesture with her hand, as if to ensure Sonny that tomorrow morning would be just as fun as this past morning, but he was not convinced in the slightest.

*****

The deep night found Sonny lying in a grass hut, with the raven-haired girl sleeping soundly next to him, as he waited for the sounds of activity in the village to die down, and when the decibels were that of the dead of night, when the dead are said to walk, he slipped out of the hut, doing his best not to disturb his pristine, nude sleeping partner, and set forth into the middle of the village, where the fire from the celebrations still smoldered in glowing embers. There, he searched for an implement with which to carry his warning, and found it in a branch of about the thickness of his own cock when hard, and thrust it into the embers until the tip glowed as red and hot as his own head when half a dozen pretty girls were doting upon it.

With his torch, he ran, ran from the village, and through the thicketed trail, careful not to extinguish his beacon, until he came out onto the beach, perceptible not by sight, but by the sound of the crashing waves, and he crashed into the surf and waved his torch, hoping somebody could see it, hoping his shipmates had not abandoned him. Already he heard a voice behind him, coming out of the jungle, shouting over the sound of the waves. It was his bed-made, frantically running towards him, the alluring sight of her naked body bouncing in the moonlight now less alluring than discouraging. Sonny turned his sad face from her and waved his torch.

*****

"Ho! There's a light on the shore!"

Tommyknocker looked up from his spot at the stern of the ship where he'd been brooding. Other men were now joining the excitable lookout as he held his looking glass and bounced on his feet. "Let me see," one of the other men said, and soon they were trading looks through the lens.

Tommy stood and waddled over to the young lads. "Give me that," he growled, and plucked the looking glass out of their hands to give a look. Indeed, an orange light danced on the unseen shore like a ghost, but it was no ghost, Tommyknocker knew. Not yet.

"Blast," he muttered to himself.

"It's an SOS!" one of the men said, turning and running through the deck, rousing more and more men. "Link and the boys need help!"

Tommy lowered the looking glass and handed it to the lad next to him. He chewed his lip as he looked out at the dark surf, and the dark island looming in the near distance."Curse it," he said, just above a mutter. "Curse that Dick Jack Island!"

The boats were readied, crew assembled, and soon, they were rowing towards the shores of the island, where the fiery beacon had disappeared, but by the light of the moon, they needed little assistance to see the landmass. Captain Swaggarly sat at the front of the lead boat, back straight, ridiculous hat sitting high against the gray night sky, and old Tommyknocker sat in the back of that boat, rowing as best as his old heart let him, cursing to himself, swearing he would never speak of the island again after this rescue mission. But its place in their crew's legends would be solidified.

As their boats neared the shore, there were scores of people waiting for them. "By the gods!" one young man shouted, as lining the beach were more naked women than they could count, all assembled to watch the new arrivals, triangle after dark triangle arranged in a row, youthful breasts squeezed between arms as some of the girls hugged themselves out of nervousness. And in the center of that girl-gaggle stood Sonny, nude as them, and then men averted their eyes away from his hanging member, which looked lengthened from continuous pleasure.

The boats scraped the ground, and Captain Swaggarly sat peering at Sonny.

"Was that your SOS we saw, young lad?" the captain asked, peering curiously at Sonny.

"Aye Cap'n, come help! The other men are in the village, and they are to be sacrificed come sunrise! I can't get 'em to leave by myself."

"I can see why," Swaggarly said, observing Sonny's company. "You understand desertion is punishable by death, don't you?"

The fear in Sonny's eyes was real.

"I told you not to come to this goddamned island!" Tommy shouted behind the captain.

"Indeed he did," Swaggarly still looking at Sonny, and he stood. "And who could blame you? Seeing what welcomed you, I am quite glad to have landed here. Men…"

Following Swaggarly's command, the rest of the men stood and got out of their boats. Tommy miserably tried to stand as the boat rocked and he found himself thrown into the shallow water. "Curses!" he shouted. "Curse this place!" But Swaggarly was already stepping onto the shore, tipping his hat at the women, who smiled nervously at him. The rest of the men were as nervous as the girls as they stepped onto dry land and stood so close to them, and to the rest of the men, the women seemed more friendly. A few hands reached out to touch the men's shoulders, and the men were grinning.

"Cap'n," Sonny urged, as Swaggarly seemed distracted, casting his eyes along the group and grinning behind his impeccable goatee. "Let's rescue the men."

"Right, right, lead the way, then," Swaggarly said, and Sonny hesitatingly turned, looking back to see half the crew falling behind, getting lost in the nude and nubile welcoming committee. Somewhere in the group, Tommy's voice rose up: "curse this place!"

*****

They came into the village, Sonny leading the way, the men behind him trying to look anywhere other than his naked, lean ass as it worked through the trail, though Captain Swaggarly's forward gaze was not deterred.

The village was cleared out; most of the women had come down to the beach. Only a few older women sat around. Captain Swaggarly made a grunting sound.

Then, from the opposite side of the village, came Swana. The remaining men tilted their caps back at the sight of the glorious and dignified naked woman, her figure like a fat serpent. With tits.

"You are too late," Swana said. "The chief heard you, and he take your friends up to the top of Dick Mountain for sacrifice."

"Nooo," Sonny's voice mewled within the group, quite pathetic-sounding, but the captain did not seem phased. He smirked at the naked woman.

"And where is this Dick Mountain?" he asked her. Swana merely looked up. Towering above the village was the monolithic stone formation that so marked the island from the distance.

"Ah," the captain said.

"The chief is very formidable," Swana said. "No man can match his girth."

At this, the captain grinned. "Oh, I doubt that, m'lady."

"You think you can measure up to our chief?"

"I assure you," Swaggarly said, gesticulating with his large hands. "There's no problem."

In response, Swana laughed, and the captain frowned. "I do not believe you, outsider man. The chief's is the biggest in the whole sphere of the world."

"We shall see," the captain said, unbuckling his wide leather belt.

"Cap'n, we don't have time. Let's get to our men."

"In a moment," the captain said, undoing his belt and opening his heavy coat, then dropping his pantaloons and revealing a patch of pubic hair as oily and black as the hair on his face, and protruding from it, the stubby, half-erect testament to his manhood, hovering at four fat inches.

Swana leaned back her head and laughed, keeping her eyes on the sight, and the captain's men snickered, much to his disdain.

"Hah! Do you think that can stand against our chief? It would not even startle him!"

More laughter traveled through the small group. "Silence!" the captain shouted, then leveled his eyes at Swana. "Dear lady, I think you will discover that it is not the size that counts."

She chuckled and flipped the tip of Swaggarly's dick with her fingers. It bounced and throbbed a bit. "We shall see," she said.

"Oh dear Christ, we don't have time for this," Sonny said, just as Tommy came tromping up the jungle path into the village. The old man was huffing and puffing, his pants hanging down at his hips but still affixed to his body, and he witnessed Sonny stepping into action and commanding the other men in the nude.

"You, and you. All of you. Come with me. We are going to rescue Link and the others."

The men did not question Sonny's leadership. "Aye!" they shouted, and brandished their swords as Sonny looked on proudly. Old man Tom shuffled to the front of the group.

"You comin' too, Tom?" Sonny asked. The old man peered up at the massive length of Dick Mountain.

"No, I believe that will be my last day for sure. I'm too old for this swashbuckling stuff. You got this, Sonny."

Sonny smiled at the old man. It was the first time he had called him by his name.

"Let's go, men!" Sonny shouted, raising his fist, where if he weren't naked and disarmed, a sword might have been clutched. But his men more than made up for that, and they followed their naked leader to the foot of Dick Mountain as Captain Swaggarly tried to convince Swana of his swagger and the rest of the men who weren't with Sonny entered the village with their naked female entourage. Sonny led the way to the foot of the mountain with five men, which was the number of Link's merry party out to the island the day prior. Sonny saw himself in those men, saw the brashness, the foolishness, though a few of them were honestly much older than him, with scruff on their faces. It didn't matter. They were prepared to be brash to save the lives of their shipmates. No naked girls and handjobs would change that.

The path up the stone mountain was easy to make out, worn in by untold eons of passage. Or perhaps a great waterway once ran down from the top of the mountain. Sonny imagined the stone phallus pissing down its summit to form the easy footing they now walked on. Was this once a real penis? he thought. What a silly thought it was.

The passage became less easy the farther they got up, however. Soon it truly became an epic and perilous quest to save their friends. At one point, the path disappeared completely, and the men had to sidle along a few inches of ledge to get to the other side. Afraid to face outward, Sonny pressed his stomach against the wall as he crossed, feeling his penis scrape against the rough stone and wishing he had chosen to face out instead. But that surely would have meant plummeting to his death, for he knew his own sense of balance, and Sonny did not have a good one.

The men were no doubt glad as the path opened up again and they no longer had to be pressed so tightly behind Sonny's naked ass. And as they rounded a bend around the crown of the great stone penis, with the morning's light coming to gray life, the men came out onto the tip, where stood the chief himself, arms folded, shoulders broad, flanked by four of his women subjects, two on each side, and kneeling before them all, arms tied behind their backs, were Link and the rest of not-so-merry band.

Link looked tired. His mouth was slack and his eyes were bleary, but he lightened up at the sight of Sonny and crew.

"Sonny! I thought you had left us!"

"Hardly. I called for help."

"I see you're the persevering type," the chief said, stepping forward and unfolding his arms. One of Sonny's men raised a flintlock pistol.

"It's over, 'chief,' time to let them go."

Sober realization seemed to cross the chief's face. Surely he did know that this was the end of the line. His servants did nothing to help, fearing the brandished weapon, not wanting to risk wanton bloodshed. With deliberation, he unfastened the crown of feathers from the base of his massive penis and tossed it on the ground. Sonny relaxed, seeing that surrender was coming easy. However, the chief stood his ground, with his chest puffed out.

"If you are to stop me and save your friends, you must defeat me in combat," the chief said. All of a sudden he clenched his teeth and grimaced.

"We have guns and swords," Sonny said, but the chief grit his teeth. He groaned, his arms shook, and to Sonny's astonishment, the sturdy man's penis began to rise. Now Sonny soon discovered the full breadth of the chief's prize, as he mentally willed himself to complete, rigid, veined arousal.

Sonny took a step back. "Look..." he said.

"Are you man enough to fight me?!" the chief screamed. Sonny looked to his crew, and they just shrugged. I guess I have to do this, he thought to himself. It seemed his men might actually be afraid to even attempt to shoot the chief. There was nothing to doubt that he could deflect bullets with a swing of his mighty dick.

Trembling, Sonny took two steps forward and faced off with the chief, who immediately screamed and charged at Sonny. Oh shit, o sh—

He was upon him; it seemed as if the massive man was going to shoulder-slam Sonny, and he was much on the defensive, but much to his shock, the chief pivoted his hips and swung his cock like a log, striking Sonny right in the kidney and causing him to stagger. “Son of a bitch actually slapped me with his cock” Sonny exclaimed, falling to one knee. It actually hurt. His men had no encouraging words or actions, as shocked as he was, and the chief turned his body again and struck Sonny straight across the face. He fell and rolled on the ground, feeling the throb on his cheek. He caught eye contact with Link, who shook his head in disbelief as Sonny scrambled to his feet, for his opponent was advancing. How the hell am I going to get out of this one? he thought to himself as he circled the dick mountaintop with his foe.

The women were crowding around the battle now, eager to see their king conquer. Sonny's more reticent friends didn't help matters, either. Of all the ways to be put on the spot, he thought. He needed to get hard, he realized, as ridiculous as the realization was, if he was going to survive. It didn't make much sense, for how could he stand up to this man with his meager five-inch penis? But something told him that was his only chance, and as he dodged a charge from the mighty chief, Sonny turned to face the entourage of naked women with his small, flaccid penis.

. They seemed taken aback by his meager display, but he stood close enough to them that they got the idea, and he had enough time for them to flip his loose manhood before he stepped out of the way of another angry charge from the chief. He missed, the tip of his cock glancing the thighs of his female spectators, and Sonny spun around, dick in hand, masturbating himself furiously, flopping his piece in his hand as the chief growled and charged again. Sonny dodged to the left, squeezing in between his enemy and his apparent friends, a line of four women who gladly put out their hands to pass over the tip of his faintly-hardening cock. As he swished past them all, he again spun around, jostling his floppy thing in his hand and feeling the first throbs of stiffness.

“Are we really doing this?” Link asked, but Sonny had no time to think up a reply. He only had to survive, and to get hard, And his plan was beginning to work.

His men were cheering him on now. He faked the chief out this time, stepping out of the way of his attack at just the last second, causing the giant to topple to the ground, and buying Sonny enough time to run to the sidelines and get the stimulation he so dearly needed. He ran straight into the gaggle of girls, their hands extending to touch him, fondle him, feel him, and he felt the hardness come. Finger after finger, palm after massaging palm on the head of his penis made it stand on end, and when he spun around again, taking himself into his own hand as the chief stood, Sonny felt more confident than ever that he could actually beat him, somehow.

He took an extra second that he felt he surely had and stepped forward to the entourage again, and they graced his penis with their touch, and their mouths. Not so loyal to the chief, they bent down and kissed the head of Sonny's dick for good luck, wet lips gracing his crown for its eventual ascension to the crown of the king. Now he was perfectly rigid. The chief was advancing. Deftly, Sonny backpedaled away from the women, and with his foot kicked up a pebble. Recalling his boyhood days of playing rock-ball in the back lots, he bounced the rock off his toe, then off his heel, and then up into the air, where as it fell from its arc, Sonny pivoted his hips much as the chief did, and batted the mini-boulder with his dick, making a direct hit, and stinging like hell on his member, but sending the projectile hurtling straight for the chief's face, where it landed square in his eye.

"Ow. Goddamn." The chief stumbled back and fell onto his butt. "That fucking hurts. Ow." Sonny folded his arms and stood proudly with his cock curved towards the sky and the admiring gazes of the women on him, and even the respectful nods of his own men at his hardness.

"It's not the size that counts," Sonny told the chief. "It's how you use it!"

The chief sat there and held his hand over his eye as Sonny marched past his tied-up friends.

"Great, untie us now," Link said, but Sonny strode to the edge of the mountaintop, dick in hand. "Or not, that's cool, too."

Sonny beat his dick aggressively, building to a quick climax, and he screamed, his voice carrying out to the ocean beyond as he came, his semen shooting in a high, silvery arc that caused the women to gasp. How he had managed such a massive and far-shooting load so quickly, and after so much use already, Sonny did not know, but it hurt, it hurt to shoot it out, but he felt prideful at his display, and as he turned around, his erection wagging and dripping, the four women circled around him on their knees and kissed and fondled the new champion, stretching thin tethers of semen between crown and lip, while his friend looked on.

*****

The village was active as they made it down from the mountain, five nude men and four nude women followed by five more clothed men. Old Tommyknocker was resting against the base of the mountain and stood as Sonny strode up, dick hanging half-erect and two women on each arm.

"Sonny! You did it!"

"Yeah Tom, we made it," Sonny said with a grin. Behind him, Link and the other naked men limped, nodding to Tom and eyes lightening as they saw the rest of the village's inhabitants relaxing with the rest of the crew. From a far hut, Captain Swaggarly exited, fully nude and hanging his head in shame as Swana stood at the entrance with her arms folded, shaking her head.

"Glad to see you again, boys," Tom said.

"Everything okay down here?" Sonny asked.

"I was just resting here. All the other men are happy. I think somebody jizzed on me, though. Felt it land right on my head. Don't know how in the hell that fucking happened."

"Strange..." Sonny said in a deadpan voice.

As the men behind him spread out to go relax within the village square, the defeated chief appeared behind them, shoulders slouched. At sight of him, old man Tom perked up.

"Geoffrey!"

The chief looked up at Tom, and recognition lighted his eyes. "Hi, Tom."

"So you did survive after all. I'll be damned."

Sonny looked between the two men, putting things together. "You know this guy?" he asked Tom. The old man looked at his feet and shuffled on them, now not wanting to meet either man's eyes (unfortunately that meant he had to look at their dicks instead; he tried to look at their feet).

"Aye. Geoffrey was part of my crew. Young lad. Much like you. And we found this island, we did."

"And you left me!" Geoffrey shot at him. Tom nodded, owning up to it.

"Aye, I did, and I have never lived it down."

"As you can see, I have done well for myself here," the chief said. This time Sonny stepped in.

"By getting rid of men who were in your way!" he said. "Would you have treated Tommy any different, I wonder?"

The chief grimaced. "I suppose not. I have been a greedy man." He took a step forward, putting a hand on Sonny's shoulder. "But no longer! You have taught me humility, young man. And I am grateful for it."

Sonny didn't know what to say, but deep in his chest was a swell of emotion. Then the chief stepped away from the group.

"This goes to all of you! I will no longer act as chief here! This island is for everybody to enjoy. I now declare this treasure of the sea a democratic republic!"

There would have been applause, one hopes, had the men and women in the village not been more concerned with their own relaxation, so as it was, hardly anybody looked up at the chief's speech, and he lowered his head, humbled once again. Sonny, however, was hardly humble as Tommy clapped his hand on the boy's shoulder next.

"You did it, son," Tom said. "You saved your mates, and you liberated this island. It's not my place to say, but I think there's nobody more suitable than you to be our ship's captain!"

Sonny's eyes widened; he should have expected this, but nevertheless he was taken by surprise.

"So are you really willing to follow orders, from me?" Sonny asked him.

"I won't have to," Tommy said. "I'm staying here."

Now Sonny truly was at a loss for words.

"I've had my time on the sea," Tommy said, walking past Sonny. "It's time I settle down. And what better place?" Then, raising his voice to address the rest of the village, he shouted: "What do you say, men? Do you welcome our new captain?"

All the men looked up, and the villagers too, and fists were raised, and shouts raised above them.

"Aye!"

"Aye! My cap'n!"

Even the villagers joined in on the excitement, though few of them knew what was going on, and soon the chant filled the village: "Captain Sonny! Captain Sonny!"

And a good captain he was. Though his true dreams were to take over chief Geoffrey's position and become the king cock of Dick Jack Island, his true responsibilities indeed lay with his crew. And they had money to make, so it was inevitable that they would all have to leave. But as he was a good captain, he permitted his crew a night's rest on the island, and a grand time was had, full of food and festivities during the day to a proud parade of penises in the firelight come night, and each and every one of the crew stood and showed off what he had, and willing worshipers came up and praised the penis until it too came. When Sonny stepped up, the cheers were deafening, and every single woman in the village crowded around to pay honor to his dick, with swift and sensuous hands, and it took many, many hands until he demonstrated his stream of masculinity, hurtling into the fire and sparkling and crackling. A million potential future kids vaporized in an instant; the ultimate sacrifice on Dick Jack Island.

And the island became a mystery no more, at least for this crew. While still unknown to the commoner, for the men of Sonny's ship, Dick Jack Island became a vacation spot, a weekend home, a place to lay low and relax after sacking a ship. And they were always welcomed, and Tom was always there to smile and greet them, his beard growing longer and longer, but his all-over tan making him look younger. And Sonny became known all over as Captain Swolsword, the righteous and fair captain, who traveled regularly to worlds regular men could only dream of.

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