Date: Wed, 14 Jan 2004 19:02:54 -0800
From: Marcus D <pnwhikerguy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Windfort Resort Chapter 2 The Masseur

Warning... this story contains depictions of gay sex and could be offensive
to some, if this subject offends you, stop reading now.  If you are not
supposed to read this, don't.  Either way, be responsible.  Thanks.

The Windfort Resort

Chapter 2:  The Masseur

The rain on my office window was blowing from the east.  The storm was
expected to last for two days, so preparations were in place for indoor
activities.  We usually have events ready for just an event.  Nudists are
very outdoors people, so when it rains they become restless.  Today we
doubled up on the exercise programs and were planning a dance for this
evening.  The sauna and steam rooms were full and we were getting as many
massages in as possible, I had called to have two more masseur's sent up
from town.  I work with the local massage school that sends senior level
students up for practical experience.  It works well for both parties.
Today they were going to send up Christina, who has been here before and a
new guy, Mitch.  We had already booked them full for the next three days, so
I hoped they could keep up.

All else was running smoothly.  My staff reported no issues at breakfast
this morning, so I was ready for an easy day.  I sipped my coffee and gazed
out over the compound from my window.  In the distance Tina and Mary were
taking off for a hike, braving the weather.  They were taking the forest
path, so it should not be a bad journey.  A few guests mingled outside the
wooded sauna, cooling down in the rain after a long steam.  The vapor rising
off of their bodies as they sat on the cedar benches under a hemlock tree.
Tom and Catherine dashed from their cabin toward the main lodge.  Tom's dick
was slapping at his thigh as he ran after her dodging the rain drops.

Jean, my front desk attendant, and right hand poked her head in the door of
my office.  "Brian, Christina and Mitch just arrived, should I call John to
have him come up and take them down to the hut?"

"No, that's alright Jean.  I will take them down myself.  John is far too
busy, besides I need to get some air."

"It looks like you need something else" she sarcastically said, looking down
at my semi-stiff dick that had formed from watching Tom.

I laughed.  "It must be the rain, you know swelling from all the humidity."
We chuckled and I reached for my hat.  One thing I hate about having a
shaved head is the feeling of rain.  The cold drops sting as they fall on my
scalp.  So Brad and the others just laugh at me as I walk around the
compound wearing only my wide brim hat.

I walked into the lobby area greeting Christina with a hug.  She is a sweet
girl, only about nineteen.  She has long brown hair, almost to her waist and
deep green-blue eyes.  She had already taken off her clothes, enjoying our
freedom and shall we say 'dressed for work'.

"Hi Brian, thanks for having me back." She said as we hugged.

"I am surprised you have not already gotten a full time job someplace.  Last
time you were here all of your clients gave us nothing but huge
complements."

"I guess I am just waiting for the right job offer" she said giving me a
little pouting look.  She turned away from me as she introduced he fellow
student "This is Mitch, this is his first outside assignment."

I shook hands with Mitch, who much to my dismay was still dressed in shorts
and a polo shirt.  He had semi-long blond hair that fell slightly into his
eyes, giving him a mysterious look.  His tan face suggested a well tanned
and fit body.  "Welcome to the Windfort Mitch.  I hope you enjoy your stay.
You do realize that we frown on people being out of uniform.  Mr. Pitt did
tell you this was a nudist resort didn't he?"

"Yes sir, I just was not sure when to change, I mean undress..."

"Don't worry about it, I was just joking.  You can undress in the next room
or you can wait until we get down to the hut.  My only thing is my guests
feel more comfortable with people who are nude like themselves."

He smiled, forming two perfect dimples as the sides of his perky lips turned
upwards.  "The next room is where most of our guests undress.  I will take
you two down to a guest cabin though, which is where you will be staying
while you are here.  You can change there so you don't get cold."  I grabbed
the keys Jean had put on the counter and headed toward the door.  We chatted
about the resort on the way down to their cabin.  We usually house staff in
the apartments, but had extra cabin space close to the Massage Hut, so I
decided to give them the royal treatment.  After all they were doing me a
favor.

We entered the cabin that had two bedrooms, with separate baths and a main
room with a fireplace.  It was one of our older cabins though and I made a
mental note to check on the remodel schedule for this next winter.
Christine put her things in the left bedroom and came out to join me sitting
in one of the side chairs facing me.  We chatted as Mitch undressed in his
room.  I was so anxious to see what this little blond guy had to offer, our
guests of course.

I was not disappointed.  Mitch came out with a beautifully chiseled body.
His chest was hairless with well defined muscles.  A wisp of hair started
just above his belly button and ran down to a brush of blond pubes just
above his dick and balls.  His dick was thick, but short as I am sure the
idea of being nude in public still has him a bit shy.  He turned and bent
over slightly to pick up his sandals which he deposited by the door when he
came in.  There before us was an ass beyond asses.  He had two perfectly
globed cheeks and when he straightened up they too were dimpled.  He was
definitely a sun person, but obviously only with shorts on.  He sported the
most distinct tan lines.

"Sandals are alright aren't they?"  He ask.

"Ah, ya sure they are," I stumbled out.  Most of the paths are clean enough
you don't need them, but either way.  I think Christina was just as taken by
her new roomy as she just sat there not saying a word.

"Let's get you two down to the hut.  John has a full day planned for you
both.  He will explain the ins and outs of the job further."  I stood up
sporting a new semi-erect dick and headed toward the door, mostly needing to
cool off.  I lead the way down to the hut, so as not to have to look at
Mitch's ass, but yet longing to follow it's every movement.

When we got to the hut I handed them over to John who assigned them rooms
and gave them their schedules.  I shook Mitch's hand and wished him well.
Giving Christina a hug I left quickly needing a brisk walk to cool down
again.

I ended up at the Natural Pool, a stone pool with a small waterfall that is
nestled on the edge of a wooded area and our open "prairie" area.  It is fed
by a natural mineral hot springs we lease up river.  The water ranges from
101 to 103 degrees, we mix river water in if it goes above that temperature.
  The pool itself is made of river rock and flat stones that form an odd
shaped pool that is four feet deep in the center.  The edge has stone and
cedar sitting/lounging areas to cool off or just sit and reflect.  The
waterfall adds a trickling sound, not a raging flood of noise making it a
relaxing area.  I found Ben and Andrew soaking.

"Good Morning gentlemen, how is the water today?"  I said as I slipped into
the pool.

"Just fine, just fine Brian.  You are keeping up a great place here."
Andrew said as he puffed on his pipe.

"Thank you Andrew, I sometimes wonder why they pay me to do it.  It is such
a great job."  We all laughed.  "Where are the ladies today?"

"Oh, they are all tied up in a bridge game down at the lodge.  I won't see
my wife until tonight, I am sure about that."  Ben said.

I soaked for about a half hour while we chatted about politics, business,
and pipe tobacco.  I promised to bring my pipe to cocktails tonight as
Andrew wanted me to try his special blend.  I excused myself and headed down
toward the lodge.  'I should remember to pick up a towel next time before
heading up to the pool' I thought to myself as a shiver ran over me on the
walk back toward the lodge.

I decided to stop off at the utility building to pick up a towel and warm up
a bit.  The wind gets cold during a storm.  After grabbing a towel from the
laundry and found Brad sitting in his office talking on the radio with one
of his crew.  I sat down in a chair and continued to dry off.

"I hear Christina is back."  He said when he got off the radio.

"Ya, she arrived a few hours ago.  She came with a cute ass too."  I said
tossing my towel off toward the coat hook on the door, missing and having it
fall in a lump on the floor.

"I heard that as well.  Mrs. Beflow told me he should be arrested.  I told
her I would do some investigative work and get back to her.  I guess he is
very good."  He said snidely.

"He is definitely a looker," I added.  "I only hope he swings from our tree.
  It would be a shame to have him on the other team.  You need to see his
ass.  Michelangelo studied this one."  We chuckled, feeling a bit dirty
talking like this.  "We should be better examples to the staff you know."

"I suppose you are right, but no one is here right now" he said giving me a
rye smile.  He then got out of his chair, walked over to me and stood in
front of me as his dick twitched slightly.  I leaned forward and slurped his
flaccid cock into my mouth.  It immediately started getting hard as I sucked
it down to the base and started moving my lips up and down the shaft.  Brads
dick was a veiny one, and I loved the feeling as the veins moved in and out
through my lips.  Brad took off my hat and started rubbing my head, pushing
me slightly further onto his pole.  I moved the entire length of his dick,
focusing my attention and tong on the head before I plunged back down the
shaft to the base again.

Just then Brad pulled me off his pole.  "Fuck me" he said as he turned
around and leaned against his desk.

I looked down at my dick, already stiff and oozing pre-cum. I got on my
knees and started kissing, then slightly biting Brad's shapely ass.  Missing
the dimples, Brad's ass ran a very close race with Mitch's.  I loved Brad's
ass.  It was a shapely set of globes that had a deep crack, which my tong
found quickly.  I dove deeper finding his hole and lubed it well in
anticipation of his coming abuse.  Brad groaned, he loved being rimmed,
almost as much as he loved being fucked.  I stood up, coating the head of my
dick with pre-cum.  I grabbed his waist and started moving in toward his
twitching hole.  Slowly I entered his ass, first poking the head of my rock
hard cock into his hole, then slowly moving in, then out.  The anticipation
was killing him, without notice he rocked backward and engulfed my entire
shaft.  "I said Fuck me Damit" he growled.  Picking up speed I shoved his
chest down onto the desk and grabbing his hips harder, forcing my dick
further and further up his tight hot ass.  Each stroke brought the head of
my cock out then back in I rammed it.  Each fuck bringing another moan of
ecstasy from Brads throat.  I started to feel the twitching of his ass as he
came all over the side of the desk.  "Your going to have to lick up that
mess mister," I said as I rammed once more.   I felt the cum rise up from my
balls as I shot wave after wave of steaming cum deep into his ass.

Sweat was dripping down my chest as I pulled out of him.  He turned around
and we embraced, breathing heavy, and exhausted from our work out.  I smiled
and pulled him closer as we kissed deeply, our tongs meeting and sending a
shock through my body.  We kissed for a few minutes, then used my towel to
clean up a bit.  We chatted about the weather, then I kissed him good bye
and left for my apartment to get ready for cocktails.  As I left I told him
to bring his pipe tonight, telling him about Andrew's newest blend.  He
agreed and we went on about our day.


Thanks for reading, if you have comments, please feel free to send me a
note.  More adventures will follow...