The Short Straw

The Short Straw

 

In the late autumn of last year, I was getting very restless. The summer had been wonderful, sharing a weekend house with friends on Fire Island where we could relax, swim, soak up the sun and party until it was time to return to work on Monday morning. This ended with the last true party of the summer, a bonfire bash on the beach over Labor Day Weekend.

Once this was finished, most people happily re-entered the workaday world while preparing for weekend jaunts to the Berkshires or other New England destinations to enjoy the autumn foliage, a truly spectacular sight if the weather conditions cooperated. This preceded the year-end trips to the Caribbean and ski trips in February and March. Seasons changed, routines changed, and everyone struggled to keep pace.

The problem with all this running around is twofold. Firstly, it is draining physically, mentally, emotionally and financially. Secondly, if you can come to terms with problem number one, you look for something to amuse yourself during the in-between times. I was restless in the late autumn; the summer was over, and it wasn’t time for my trip to Mexico, but I wanted to be doing something interesting. It was then that I came across an advertisement promoting the nudist lifestyle and a nudist retreat in the Catskills, about 90 minutes out of the City. Clients were young professionals like me, many of them gay, and activities ranged from swimming in a heated outdoor pool, tennis, golf, riding and hiking in the countryside, to a Saturday night party. It sounded like fun and it was an opportunity to meet like-minded people in a comfortable setting, so one weekend I made the trip.

Advertisements usually sound good because you have no firsthand knowledge of the item being advertised and your imagination creates a scenario that can never be matched by reality leading, nine times out of ten, to disappointment in varying degrees. My trip fell into this category but, on the plus side, I did meet a group of guys that had similar interests and who were part of a nudist group that met regularly at a spa facility on Long Island. These weekend getaways gave them a chance to unwind and have a nice time away from the City with a select group of friends and acquaintances. When we were leaving the mountains one of the guys asked for my phone number and said that he would let me know when they were planning to go for a spa weekend in the off chance that I would like to join them.

A few weeks later I received a message from a fellow that I met, a young man named Kurt, saying that they were planning to go to the spa in two weeks and to let him know if I was interested in taking part. It was great timing since I didn’t have plans and replied in the affirmative right away. Now I had something to look forward to with some new friends.

The days passed quickly and before long I was on the train heading east with only a small overnight bag for luggage. It was to be a nudist weekend with most of the activities centered around the pool and spa, and, while meals were in a small restaurant attached to the spa, the dining area was ‘clothing optional’ as well so there was no pressure to dress at all. Clearly the idea was comfort and relaxation in all its forms.

I saw two familiar faces when I disembarked at the train station and we shared a taxi to the inn, chatting along the way. They seemed as excited as I was and indicated that it should be a nice weekend since at least six other people were expected and it was to be a fun crowd.

After checking in, we agreed to meet by the pool in half an hour and headed to our respective rooms. My room was on the second floor facing the rear lawn, nice and spacious with a sitting area separate from the bedroom. After I hung my clothes in the closet, where the only other item was a robe, I placed a few items in the dresser and the bathroom. Traveling light made it simple to settle in and I was ready to go meet the others with time to spare.

It was interesting to walk through the corridors and stairways from my room to the pool area in the nude, passing other nude people in the process. Everyone was comfortable and relaxed, chatting easily, and laughing. I arrived to see the two guys that I shared the taxi with standing by the bar talking to another fellow that I recognized from the mountains and they waved as I entered the area. They told me that two other fellows were on their way down and suggested getting towels and a table for drinks before ordering lunch.

Our group soon became seven and we enjoyed a great lunch coupled with good conversation and plenty of silly stories before heading into the pool and spa area for the steam room and sauna. This made for a nice afternoon and as it drew to a close we decided to meet in a fellow named Martin’s room before heading to dinner in the evening.

Martin was the acknowledged leader of the group and a take charge type person. He kept things running smoothly and kept everyone in line, making sure that there were no hurt feelings or arguments. When people from the group arrived in his room he pointed them to his bar where he had assorted drinks set up; he proved to be a wonderful host in addition to everything else.

After making sure that everyone had a drink, Martin made a toast to the assembled group. “Welcome, friends,” he said, “it is a pleasure to see everyone again and to see a couple of new faces as well. We are a small group but steadily expanding, brought together in friendship and in the spirit of comradery. Here’s to a nice, stimulating evening for all.”

“Cheers,” said the group in unison.

“We will be heading to dinner soon but before we go,” Martin said, “I want to remind everyone to fill out your cards and place them in the bowl on the table by the door. Our winner will be selected after the meal is finished as usual. To our new friends, please feel free to see me at your convenience if Kurt hasn’t explained our game of ‘Short Straw’ adequately but I hope that that is not the case.”

I looked curiously at Kurt and when he saw my look, his face flushed and he walked over immediately. “Crap, I’m sorry Carl, I totally forgot. After seeing you in the mountains I mistakenly thought that you had been here before and knew the deal. My mistake and I sincerely apologize,” he said.

“It’s not a problem,” I responded, “but please tell me what is going on. I don’t want to feel like the odd man out and right now I think that I am the only one who doesn’t understand what’s happening. What is being raffled?”

Kurt drew me aside and whispered, “Do me a favor and don’t let on to Martin that I didn’t explain this to you since he would not be pleased if someone came here without being informed.”

“Don’t worry, it will be okay,” I said.

“Please wait to tell me that it will be okay until after I explain,” he said.

“You make this sound really ominous,” I replied. “Should I be concerned?”

“I could say no, but you will have to decide for yourself,” Kurt said. “It is a game of sorts and the fact that you are in this room indicates that you have agreed to play. I am hoping that you will agree once you understand but if you do not then I must assume your place, drawing a second straw.” Kurt took a long pull on his whiskey before continuing.

“Martin will be holding a bunch of straws in his hand with one being shorter than the others. Each of us picks a straw and if it is long, we move on, allowing another individual to select a straw. The process continues until someone draws the short straw. The person with the short straw agrees to go to their room after dinner and entertain the rest of us, individually or in groups. Martin will select the cards indicating the order for picking straws and the card after dinner identifying the person who gets to be first in line for the entertainment.” Kurt drained his glass. “There are seven of us so your chances of drawing the short straw are one in seven. Not bad odds but whether or not you decide to join the fun is really up to you.”

“Kurt, if I say no then you have to pick twice and depending upon your number in the order to make the selection of straws, your odds are two in seven, clearly not the best,” I said.

“True, but oh what excitement,” he said smiling.

“Okay, I’m willing to gamble,” I responded, “count me in.”

People were refilling their glasses when Kurt and I rejoined the group. I had gotten to like this bunch of guys already but now that I understood what they considered a ‘relaxing, fun weekend,’ I felt even more comfortable with them and wanted to be accepted. There was a lot of laughing, some out of nervousness and some out of just good-natured silliness, but it was obvious that the group was having fun together with more intimate fun still to come.

Before long Martin said that we should head to dinner, so he was going to select the cards for the order of the draw. Everyone gave a mock cheer and got ready. Names were called and with the announcement of each one, that person walked up to select a straw. On the fourth name the short straw was selected by a young accountant named Barry. He feigned exasperation and displeasure, but his eyes, and his penis, told a different story; he was excited.

We went to dinner and Barry took a bit of ribbing, mostly telling him what to expect throughout the evening, but remarkably nothing was done in a nasty manner. These fellows had been through the process before and understood that what is given one weekend might be inflicted on them another weekend when they might pick the short straw. It kept everyone on their best behavior.

After dinner, when we were ready to move on to drinks, cards and other festivities, Martin selected the card from the bowl and announced the name of the winner, Kurt. There was a round of applause from the table and a few whispers followed by quiet laughter. Kurt was all smiles of course as he relished the idea of being first in line. Even Barry grinned when he heard Kurt’s name being called since they were long-time friends. With dinner completed and the ceremony finished, it was time to move on so a couple of us headed to Barry’s room. The others went in a different direction, promising to meet at Barry’s later. I walked with Kurt since he continued to act as my unofficial guide, plus I enjoyed having him rub my ass while we walked.

Barry’s room was similar to mine and he started putting out drinks in the sitting area and getting ice as soon as he arrived. Kurt joked with Jerry, the other fellow who walked with us to the room, saying how he had hoped Barry would draw the short straw since it had been much too long since Barry was in this position. It was time to pay the piper and he was happy that he got to be first in line for his services. Jerry agreed and reached out to stroke Kurt’s dick and kiss his neck to get him ready, something that Kurt clearly enjoyed. I was getting aroused just watching the two of them and moved in behind Jerry to rub my stiffening cock against his ass, eliciting a moan in the process.

Barry came out of the bathroom and commented, “What’s going on? I went into the bathroom and when I come out I walk into the beginning of an orgy. That’s not fair, you bastards,” he joked. We all laughed and separated but Kurt stared at Barry as if he was giving a silent signal and Barry slowly walked over and knelt at his feet. Kurt took Barry’s head in his hands and guided his mouth onto his erect penis until the entire length disappeared into Barry’s mouth. Kurt moved Barry’s head up and down on his cock, pushing it down his throat while moaning softly, as Barry concentrated on his breathing. It was exciting to watch this slow-paced sex act and to see the reactions that it caused.

Jerry and I were standing together, both with erections, watching Kurt get a blowjob from Barry, who also had a stiff dick, and I couldn’t take it anymore. I knelt and taking Jerry’s dick into my mouth, started to suck him off. He didn’t object but I could tell that he was holding back, not wanting to cum before he got his turn with Barry, but I didn’t mind since I just wanted to feel a hard cock in my mouth and the smooth head of his dick on my tongue.

Kurt told Barry to get up and lie on the bed, facing the headboard, which he did without hesitation. Kurt applied some lube to his stiff cock and, climbing on top of Barry, roughly pushed it into his ass, causing Barry to cry out. Jerry pulled his dick out of my mouth, obviously concerned about Barry, and simply said, “Easy, Kurt.”

“Yeah, sorry,” responded Kurt.

I was beginning to stand up when the door opened admitting Martin and the remaining two fellows into the room. Martin exclaimed with a big smile, “Don’t get up on our account, Carl, you look like you’re enjoying yourself.” I grinned in response, prompting Jerry to push his dick back into my mouth to make the point that clearly I was. Martin walked over to me and positioned his cock close to my face, adding, “C’mon Carl, give it a nice kiss.” I looked up and slowly did as I was told, feeling the beginning of his erection almost immediately.

Jerry growled at Martin, “Sure, just walk in and interrupt a nice blowjob. You’ve got some balls.”

“Don’t be upset, Jerry, you can have him back. I just wanted to feel his lips on my dick to see if they felt as soft as they looked,” he replied with a smile. “Yeah, they feel great and I can see why you’re complaining,” he added.

Martin pumped my face for about 30 seconds, stopping and withdrawing only when he heard Kurt moan loudly as he shot his load into Barry’s ass; his attention had shifted for the moment.

“Took you long enough,” Jerry said to Kurt, “you have no consideration for the rest of us.”

“My apologies,” said Kurt. “Barry has a nice ass and I got caught up in the pleasure of the moment,” he joked. “Although you seemed to be amusing yourself well enough in the meantime,” he added, winking at me.

Barry rolled over and rotated on the bed until Jerry stopped him. “Not so fast, Barry,” said Jerry. “Get on your back and put a pillow under your shoulders so your head can hang off the side of the bed. I want to fuck your throat and watch the outline of my cock going in and out. You know the drill.” Barry groaned but obviously he did know the drill, so he grabbed for the pillow.

One of the fellows that arrived with Martin, a guy in his mid-forties named Steve, walked over and silently took Martin’s place, offering his beautiful cock to my lips. I looked at him and liking what I saw, proceeded to take his dick into my mouth while I grabbed his ass to pull him close. His dick was longer than Martin’s or Jerry’s but narrower, so it easily slid down my throat. It was wonderful feeling a stiff hardon going down my throat, rubbing the sides of my gullet as it went in and out. I closed my eyes to savor the feeling and I was getting jealous of Barry, the person lucky enough to be chosen to satisfy so many men in one night. I understood why Kurt was not too upset with the possibility of having to pick twice for the short straw since it could be a lot of fun having so many wonderful dick’s sticking in various orifices.

Steve worked my throat while Jerry did the same to Barry, pleasing the audience immensely. Martin’s jealousy got the better of him and within a short time he took Barry’s legs over his shoulders, climbed onto the bed and began fucking his ass. Barry was getting it from both ends but he did not seem to mind. Kurt was envious and if I had to guess I would bet that he would have been happier not going first, remaining in the group to finish later. His hope now is to get a second wind for another shot at Barry later in the evening.

Meanwhile, the last of the group, a guy in his late 30’s named George, was looking at me more than he was looking at Barry, unsure of what he wanted to do while waiting his turn. In the midst of this, Jerry held Barry’s head while he deposited a load of cum into Barry’s mouth, filling it until semen ran out the sides. He was happily relieved and groaned his approval before making a drink and joining Kurt on the sidelines.

Steve took this as his cue to shift positions. He pulled his cock out of my throat and walked over to Barry who eagerly opened his mouth to accept a new dick. Lubricated by some leftover semen in Barry’s mouth and my saliva, Steve’s dick slid easily down Barry’s throat and he began vigorously fucking his mouth. I was going to get off my knees, but I was stopped by George’s hand on my head. He looked down at me and smiled before moving his erect penis to my lips, allowing me the choice of accepting or rejecting it. This was an easy decision since his shaved cock and balls were really attractive to me, so I opened wide for his fat dick and began moving my head up and down on it.

Steve didn’t last long before his body tensed and he cried out, signaling a very strong orgasm. Next came Martin, tensing his body and shooting his load into Barry’s insides while he held tight to his legs. The sounds and the activity were too much for George and before I knew what was happening, I felt his dick start pulsing and my mouth began filling with semen. George held me tight and let his cum drain into my mouth as I swallowed it down.

When George was finished he pulled his cock out of my mouth and helped me to my feet. I looked around at the satisfied people and decided that I waited long enough for my turn. Walking over to Barry, who remained still on the bed, I straddled his head and let my dick hang down onto his lips. His tongue darted out to lick the precum from the tip as it leaked out before taking it into his mouth.

As my dick grew, Barry pulled me deeper into his mouth and I began thrusting into his throat. I looked down and noticed that Barry’s cock had gotten hard and was throbbing with desire and anticipation of release. I knew that I could not resist this temptation so I slid him back farther onto the bed and leaned over to accept his cock into my mouth while I continued to thrust into his throat. In a few short minutes I experienced an intense orgasm and began filling Barry’s mouth with my cum. Almost simultaneously I felt Barry’s cock start pulsing and semen filled my mouth as well. We stopped moving, allowing the full flow of semen to abate before separating from each other and lying on the bed. A round of applause came from the onlookers as well as some words of encouragement.

“Well done,” said Martin. “I must admit that I was not expecting such a good time and such a nice show this evening. Usually, we have a lot of fun receiving pleasure from one of the group, but the chemistry was particularly good tonight and we all joined in to make it special. Particular thanks goes to Carl, newest of the group, for helping to keep us busy while we anxiously awaited our turns,” he continued with a smile towards me.

Kurt was next to speak, “Look, I could use a fresh drink and my dick is starting to get hard so can we stop talking for a while?”

Everyone laughed and a few walked to the bar to start making drinks. Kurt walked over to me and put his arm around my waist, “I liked watching you tonight and must admit that I was jealous that I didn’t get a chance to feel your lips around my cock.”

I smiled and responded, “I was trying to be sociable and since I am new to the group, I did the best that I could.”

Kurt laughed and pulled me closer, “Yeah, you did that alright. Maybe later we could slip into my room and you could show me a little bit of your best, too.”

“Go easy, Kurt. We’re having a nice evening so let’s not spoil it,” said Jerry as he walked over to us. He regarded my concerned look and added, “Kurt tends to get carried away at times and wants a little too much. If I misunderstood please tell me but I just want the friendly evening to remain that way.”