Date: Fri, 16 May 2008 18:38:11 -0700 (PDT)
From: Ken James <ken@kenjamesfiction.com>
Subject: Family Nudist Camp Ch. 01

"The bus from Houston is here, Grandma Mike!" Tyra MacDonald said. She was
25, tall and slender with curly sun-bleached brown hair and sparkling green
eyes, wearing a battered cowboy hat and boots, tight blue jeans and an
unbuttoned man's shirt over a form-fitting tank-top.

"Thanks for bringing me into town, Baby," Michelle ("Mike") MacDonald
said. She was an older version of Tyra, seasoned by four decades of hard
ranch work.

"Have fun in Las Vegas," Tyra said, hugging Michelle as the bus pulled in,
its engine shaking the little bus station. "I don't know why you insist on
taking the bus. Flying is so cheap these days . . ."

"I don't like people going through my luggage," Michelle answered. "I'm not
in a big hurry and I get to know people on the trip. She grinned
wickedly. "Like Mr. Jensen. We spent a week in a Reno motel . . ."

"Look at THEM!" Michelle exclaimed as the bus door opened and passengers
began exiting. Two handsome young men stepped out onto the pavement and
looked around, blinking in the bright Texas sunlight.

They were obviously brothers, dressed in similar tank tops, shorts and
sneakers, revealing sculpted muscular bodies. The older brother was 6'
tall, with buzz-cut black hair and brown eyes. The younger sibling was two
inches shorter, with curly dark brown collar-length hair and bright blue
eyes.

"It's the Maryville boys!" Michelle cried, rushing forward and embracing
the young men. "I haven't seen you in two years! You were both muscular
before, but you've really gotten . . . "

The younger brother laughed, kissing Michelle full on the lips. "Hi Mike,"
he answered. "It's great to see you again! We got serious about body
building in college, just like Dad. We've been in a few competitions."

"This is my granddaughter, Tyra," Michelle said. "She has a degree from A&M
and she's managing the Rocking M." That was Michelle's ranch.

"This is Frank Maryville." The older brother took Tyra's hand, holding it a
little long for a casual greeting. "And his brother Joe." The blue-eyed boy
grinned and hugged Tyra. "Their family owns Lone Star Ranch."

"Great, we're neighbors!" Tyra said, feeling her nipples tighten as she
looked from one brother to the other. She hadn't had a man since moving to
the ranch eight months before.

The bus driver had transferred the brothers' luggage to the sidewalk and
stowed Michelle's suitcase. "Sorry to break this up, Mike," he said
apologetically. "But I've got a schedule to keep."

"Sure, Fred," Michelle answered, kissing Frank and Joe quickly, then
hugging Tyra. "Are you staying all summer?" Frank nodded. "Then I'll see
you again. Bye!"

They waved as the bus pulled away, then Tyra turned to the brothers. "Do
you have a ride?" she asked. "I'd think there'd be someone here to meet
you."

"Actually, not," Frank admitted. "I'm living in Manhattan. Joe was going to
pick me up and we'd drive to Texas. At the last minute, we decided to leave
his car in Cambridge and fly to Houston. We met at the airport and took the
bus here."

"We figured we'd surprise everyone and arrive two days early," Joe
said. "But we called from the bus and found out Dad is in Austin on
business and Mom won't be back from Dallas until tomorrow. Grandma and
Grandpa will be in Europe for another three weeks. The manager is there by
herself and can't come pick us up."

"It's not a big deal," Frank said. "We've lived here all our lives and
we'll find a ride."

"Lone Star Ranch is only five miles up the road from the Rocking M," Tyra
said. "I'll be glad to take you."

Sitting on the pickup's bench seat with Joe on the right and Frank in the
middle with his thigh pressed against hers, Tyra was acutely aware of the
heat between her legs. Even with the warm spring air flowing into the cab
through the open windows, she wondered if the men could smell the juices
soaking her panties.

"I've never been to Lone Star Ranch," Tyra said, trying to concentrate on
the two-lane blacktop road ahead as she fantasized about seeing the
brothers naked. "Do I have to take my clothes off?" Somehow, her nipples
grew even harder at the thought of baring her body.

"No, that's completely optional!" Frank laughed, but Tyra noticed the
pronounced bulge in his shorts. Joe was equally turned on.

"We grew up on Lone Star Ranch," Joe said. "It was originally a hippie
commune. Dad's parents owned the property and Mom's parents lived
there. Mom and Dad grew up as nudists in an open nurturing environment, and
that's the way they raised us, too!"

Frank changed the subject by asking Tyra about school and the ranch. Tyra's
mother was an executive living in Philadelphia with her husband and
children. Tyra had degrees in Agricultural Engineering and Agricultural
Management.

Tyra's uncle had been managing the Rocking M. When he retired, Michelle
offered Tyra the position. She'd been working as the office manager for a
small medical claims processing company and had happily made the switch.

The brothers were both business majors. Frank was 22 and about to graduate
from Columbia, while Joe was a 21-year-old junior at Harvard.  They had
ambitious plans to get more funding and expand Lone Star Ranch.

A discreet sign reading "Lone Star Ranch" pointed to a side road. Tyra
turned and stopped in front of the main gate, which had a video camera, an
electronic lock and a keypad.

"Punch 3-6-8-2-4," Frank instructed. The gate swung open and they proceeded
forward, past a number of narrow roads. "Those go to the camping areas,"
Frank explained. "There are spaces for tents, trailers and RVs."

"We also have cabins," Joe added. "Each one is in its own private clearing,
surrounded by forest. This place has all the normal attractions: a gym and
swimming pool, horseback riding, hike and bike trails, canoeing, a big lake
with an island . . ."

"Sorry!" Joe laughed. "We automatically start giving the sales pitch. We've
been showing people around since I was seven and Frank was eight."

"Our grandparents sold Mom and Dad a 40% share of the business and put them
in charge," Frank continued. "We had a lot of fun being tour guides and
everything else."

"Were you naked?" Tyra asked, wondering if the juices soaking her panties
were already showing through her blue jeans.

"Of course," Joe answered. "We needed clothes and boots to protect
ourselves in rough brush. Otherwise, we were usually naked, except for
moccasins. We went barefoot enough that the soles of our feet got really
tough."

Tyra only saw one person on the drive from the main gate. That was Anne
Bullock, the matronly middle-aged manager, who was dressed in a baseball
cap, hiking boots and a leather belt holding a key ring and a PDA. She
greeted the trio warmly, but was in a hurry to fix a plumbing problem in
one of the cabins.

After Anne zipped off in her electric golf cart, the brothers guided Tyra
past the pool and gym to the big house.

"Come back this weekend," Frank urged after he and Joe had removed their
luggage from the pickup bed. "Lots of people will be here then."

"We can go swimming," Joe said. "You saw the Olympic pool. Nobody will
think you're weird if you wear a swimsuit, but you'll be so comfortable you
won't want one."

"Being naked isn't always sexual," Frank added. "It's just being natural,
and comfortable with your body."

"What if I like being sexual?" Tyra asked teasingly.

"That's natural, too!" Joe answered. Tyra hugged him, flattening her
breasts against his chest and pressing her crotch against the bone in his
shorts.

"I'd better go!" she said huskily, kissing Joe quickly, then turning to
give Frank an equally intimate embrace. "Chores don't do themselves."

"I WILL see you this weekend . . . if not sooner," Tyra said, climbing into
her pickup and roaring away.

Frank and Joe watched Tyra's truck until it disappeared behind the pine
grove shielding the compound from the road. "Wow!" Joe whispered as the
brothers faced each other. "She is fucking HOT!"

"Yeah!" Frank agreed. "Hot and ready to go! Who gets her first?"

"Me!" Joe answered instantly. "You have Sandy. I haven't been laid since
Linda broke up with me two months ago."

"That's YOUR fault, fucking Linda's roommate!" Frank said.

"Kathy seduced me!" Joe protested as he picked up his suitcases. "I didn't
know she and Linda were lesbian lovers. They were having a fight and Kathy
used me to get at Linda."

"Anyway, it'll be Tyra's choice," Joe continued. He and Frank exchanged
lewd grins at a sudden shared memory. "Maybe we can team her."

They carried their suitcases into the big log house. It had a wide covered
porch running along the front. The kitchen, screened back porch, dining
area, and the two-story living room with its giant stone fireplace were on
the ground floor. Bedrooms were up the grand staircase, with the living
room separating the master suite from the other rooms.

Frank and Joe shared the big room over the back porch, although the other
bedrooms were unoccupied. It was large, with two double beds, a pair of
desks, and an entertainment area with a couch, an overstuffed chair, and an
elaborate audio-video system.

The room had been designed as a study, but they had always preferred
sleeping together and the arrangement left three bedrooms for the family's
frequent guests. It also had its own bathroom, while the guest rooms had to
share the hall bath.

"We haven't been in this room in almost six months," Frank said as he and
Joe dropped their luggage inside the door. The bulge in his shorts hadn't
gone down since Tyra kissed him goodbye.

"Or alone together, either!" Joe agreed. "Not since Christmas vacation."
His cock was straining against his briefs, soaking the cloth with pre-cum.

"Girls are great, but I've missed you!" Frank said, wrapping his arms
around Joe. They kissed passionately and open-mouthed, roughly thrusting
their tongues together.

"It's funny feeling your beard!" Joe whispered, grinding his crotch into
Frank's. "Kissing you is so different from kissing a girl! Linda didn't
like me to use my tongue the way we were doing."

"Sandy doesn't like that kind of tongue, either," Frank agreed, kneading
Joe's buttocks and running his hands up and down his little brother's
muscular back. "Women are just SO different! Smooth
skin. Tits. Curves. Soft . . . Men are rough, angular and . . . hard!"

"You sure ARE hard, big brother!" Joe laughed, caressing the bulge in
Frank's shorts.

"Yeah!" Frank agreed. "Help me with my hard-on, little brother!"

Joe fell to his knees and unfastened Frank's shorts, which fell around his
ankles. "I'm surprised you didn't tear a hole in your briefs," he remarked,
fondling Frank's swollen pole through the tightly-stretched fabric.

Frank's stiff cock sprang to attention as Joe pulled his briefs down. It
was 6-1/2" long and 1-3/4" thick with a broad plow-shaped head. A flaring
Vee ran down to his deep corneal ring. His big bulging balls were shaved
and his pubic hair was closely cropped. Pre-cum was leaking from the tiny
lips at his throbbing tip.

"Oh man, I've missed this!" Frank gasped as Joe's lips slid over his
cock-head and locked around his sunken ring. Joe kneaded Frank's balls and
stroked his shaft while licking and sucking his swollen head, making him
groan with pleasure.

"Little brother, you're the best!" Frank cried as Joe's mouth fucked his
throbbing pole. "I can't hold back!"

Joe gulped frantically as Frank shot wave after wave of thick hot man-juice
into his mouth, managing to capture every drop.

When Frank was finally spent, Joe rose to his feet. The brothers embraced
and kissed passionately. "I like tasting my cum in your mouth," Frank
whispered.

"It's always great sucking you off," Joe said, guiding Frank's hand to the
bulge in his own shorts. "But I've got a painfully hard dick myself and
. . ."

"We'll fix that!" Frank said, turning toward the bed. He tripped over the
shorts and briefs bunched around his ankles, but Joe caught him.

"Clothes are dangerous!" Joe laughed as Frank moved cautiously to the
bed. "It's great being back where we don't have to wear them!"

In a moment, the boys were stripped and kneeling naked on the bed, facing
each other with knees touching. Frank's penis had only softened slightly
after his orgasm and he grew rock-hard again as Joe wrapped his hand around
both their stiff cocks.

Joe's penis was slightly smaller than Frank's, 6" long and 1-1/2" thick,
with the same plow-shaped head and deep corneal ring. His balls and pubic
hair were shaved clean.

"I could cum this way," Joe gasped. "Just playing with our dicks . . ." He
was running his thumb, index and middle fingers over their wide cock-heads,
smearing the pre-cum flowing from their tips.

"I've got a better place for you to shoot!" Frank said, pulling away and
taking a little plastic tube of lubricant from the nightstand. "Sex with
Sandy is good, but she can't do EVERYTHING!" He lay on his back with his
knees folded against his chest, elevating his butt.

"Now, what COULD you want?" Joe laughed, lubricating a finger and pressing
it into the little puckered brown circle between Frank's muscular
buttocks. It went in easily and he added a second finger with more
lubricant, working his crossed fingers in and out of the tight hole.

"Stop teasing!" Frank begged. Joe smeared lube onto his stiff rod and slid
his length up Frank's asshole with one smooth thrust, all the way to the
balls. "Fuck yeah!" Frank gasped. "I've been dreaming about you driving
your stiff cock up my ass!"

"I had sex with Kathy because she wanted me to fuck her butt," Joe said,
breathing hard as he hammered Frank. "Linda got scared if I even put a
finger near her rosebud. After giving me her pussy, Kathy bent over and
said, 'Do it now!'"

"Kathy had a hot tight asshole," Joe continued, feeling the tension
building rapidly in his balls. "She came twice while I was butt-fucking
her. But she wasn't nearly as good as my sexy big brother!"

"Yeah, shoot it!" Frank cried as the hot juice spraying from Joe's slamming
cock splashed his anal walls. He grabbed his own throbbing pole, spurting
on his chest and belly after a few strokes.

Joe collapsed on top of Frank and they kissed while their cocks gradually
softened. After Joe's dick slipped out of Frank's ass, they went into the
bathroom and washed hastily before returning to bed.

"It's great to be back together," Frank said, taking Joe in his arms. "And
back HERE for the whole summer.

"Yeah," Joe agreed. "College is exciting with all the new people and things
to do, but I miss our family, especially YOU, big brother!"

Tired from their travels and sudden sexual release, the brothers fell
asleep almost instantly.

When Frank opened his eyes, the late afternoon sun was slanting across the
bed, illuminating Joe's muscular body and erect penis. "Hot little
brother!" Frank whispered as his own rod snapped to attention. "This is
even better than waking up with Sandy!"

Joe moaned with pleasure as Frank's lips closed around his swollen
dick. "Oh fuck, big brother!" he muttered. "You're so good! I love the way
you suck my head and tease my piss-slit with your tongue!" Joe rolled his
hips slowly, languidly fucking Frank's mouth as his big brother squeezed
his balls and stroked his rigid shaft.

Concentrating on the sensations in his crotch, Joe had kept his eyes
closed. He gasped in surprise when he finally opened them. A tall,
heavily-muscled man was standing beside the bed, naked with an immense
hard-on, grinning as he watched Frank's head bobbing over Joe's lap.

"Hi Dad!" Joe said, wrapping his hand around Bill Maryville's stiff
pole. Frank grinned at his father, but continued sucking Joe's cock and
playing with his brother's balls. Bill straddled Joe's head and slid his
massive erection into his youngest son's mouth.

"Oh fuck!" Bill gasped, driving his cock in and out of Joe's mouth. Frank
thrust his tongue deep into the puckered hole between his father's pumping
buttocks.

"My sexy sons are so good!" Bill cried. "I can't hold back!" Joe sucked his
father's spurting juice eagerly, trying to gulp every drop.

The three men untangled themselves and embraced. Bill was 6' 2", Frank's
height, with short thick black hair lightly sprinkled with gray, brown
eyes, and the muscles of a competition bodybuilder. He was 42 but looked a
decade younger.

"God, you boys have gotten hot!" Bill exclaimed. "You were sexy before, but
it's amazing what working out has done for you!"

"Yeah, our stud Dad inspired us!" Frank agreed, passionately thrusting his
tongue into Bill's open mouth. Father and eldest son kissed for long
minutes, rubbing their stiff cocks together.

Bill's penis was a bigger version of Frank and Joe's tools, 7" long and 2"
thick with a broad plow-shaped head and a flaring Vee running down to his
deep corneal ring. His balls and pubic hair were shaved.

"Carol and I have raised two stud sons!" Bill said, taking Joe in his arms
and kissing him as long and passionately as he had Frank. He finally pulled
away and stood holding Joe's hard dick in one hand and Frank's stiff pole
in the other.

Frank and Joe played with Bill's massive erection as he jacked their cocks,
gripping their shafts while sliding his thumbs and index fingers over their
pre-cum slick heads.

"Maryville men are horndogs!" Bill said. "You've stuck your hot rods in
every hole, male and female, you've been offered, just like all the other
men in our family."

"Now I'm going to fuck your stud asses!" Bill continued, taking the
lubricant from the nightstand. "Assume the position, boys!"

"Oh yeah!" Joe said as he and Frank moved onto their hands and knees at the
foot of the bed, sticking their butts in the air.

"I've been dreaming about this!" Frank agreed as Bill squirted lubricant
onto his fingers and slipped them up his son's asses.

"Come on, Dad!" Joe moaned as Bill twisted two fingers inside him. "You
know we're ready!"

His plea was rewarded as Bill's big wide plow-head stretched his
rosebud. "Fuck yeah!" he gasped, pushing back against his father's thick
cock. "Shove it all the way up my ass!"

"My little boy's got a hot sexy butt!" Bill growled as his cock-head
slipped inside Joe's tight anal ring. He slid forward until his balls were
pressed against Joe's buttocks.

"Yeah, Dad!" Joe moaned as Bill began moving in and out, fucking him with
long smooth strokes, going slowly at first but rapidly increasing the
tempo.

Joe's untouched penis was throbbing and he was seconds away from orgasm. He
gasped with disappointment when Bill suddenly pulled out.

"Don't worry, son!" Bill told Joe as he pushed his rigid pole between
Frank's buttocks. "I've got enough for both of you!"

Frank took Bill's long thick pole easily. "This is great, Dad!" he
gasped. "Sandy likes to use a strap-on, but it's not the same as your big
hard cock!"

Shooting in Joe's mouth had given Bill a lot of control. He fucked Frank
roughly, then pulled away when he sensed his older son was about to cum.

Bill alternated between Frank and Joe, fucking until a boy was close to
orgasm, then switching. "On your backs!" he finally ordered. The brothers
instantly complied, spreading their legs and lifting their butts.

Bill started with Frank, stroking his eldest son's swollen pole while
fucking his ass, making him spray hot cum over his chest and belly after a
few thrusts.

He pushed Joe to an equally quick and messy orgasm, then stood back,
admiring his sons' muscular arms, legs and chests, flat bellies and stiff
cocks as they continued lying with their asses in the air.

"It's my turn!" Bill announced, pushing Joe to the center of the bed,
gripping his ankles and spreading his legs wide.

"Oh fuck, that's good!" Joe cried as his father's oversize pole slammed
into his butt.

Frank moved behind Bill, sliding his hard cock between the man's pumping
buttocks.

"Oh yeah!" Bill gasped as he pounded Joe's asshole. Frank fucked him just
as roughly.

Joe, frantically jacking his cock, shot first. His convulsing anal muscles
set Bill off. Frank came moments later. After spraying vast amounts of cum,
the three men collapsed in a heap on the bed.

"This has been a GREAT welcome home!" Joe said, kissing Bill.

"Yeah," Frank agreed as Bill turned to him. "Even with Sandy, I've really
missed our family fun."

"It's too bad Mom is still in Dallas," Joe said. "I've been fantasizing
about both of you."

"Carol doesn't know you've arrived early," Bill answered. "We can give her
a nice surprise tomorrow afternoon."

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This series is based on an idea by "NFM," nudist, body-builder and family
man, who has lobbied me tirelessly for a bisexual "family" series, set in a
nudist camp. Many thanks, NFM!
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Copyright (c) 2008 by Ken James

All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual people is
coincidental.

This story depicts a world in which AIDS and other sexually transmitted
diseases are non-existent. In the real world, please practice safe sex.

All my stories are posted on my personal non-commercial website, "Ken James
Fiction" (kenjamesfiction.com). Please check it out. My email address is
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Many thanks to Wayde for his constant love and support.

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