sal ganuth

This is part 9 of Blue Skies. You can read from the beginning here

As we walk round the campsite, my mind is reeling, “Dan, WTF? Me? A job? At a naked campsite?”
“Clothing optional campsite, Boy, strictly speaking. Though I think it would be a missed opportunity, Boy. You want to live naked 247 don’t you? And you can’t do that at home, now can you?”
I nod and shake my head. Not knowing what I want.
“We can come and visit you, stay, hang with you when you’re not working, “Baz says. He seems way too comfortable naked alongside me.

But there’s the rub, what do I want? Do I want to live naked 247 and work at a clothing optional campsite for the summer? What do I say when we get back to the campsite reception?
A) Do I say, “I don’t want to do this, Dan. Safeword? I’ve forgotten the fucking safeword! Dan? Please?”
B) Do I say, “Guys, let’s forget about the job, maybe let’s just stay here at the weekend?”
C) Do I say, “So, how much does the job pay?”

But then the thought comes into my head, it’s as if Dan is talking to me, whispering into my ear, “C’mon, Boy, you know you really want to work here, but…”
A) Will you want to work here alone?
B) Will you want Baz to work alongside you?
C) Will you want Dan to work alongside you?

We set off, Baz and me naked, Mark in his speedos, Dan and Loz in their shorts. We passed the shower and toilet block, segregated by gender, open showers just like at school. Then past the club house, seeing couples sitting drinking their coffee, and a few kids running around. Then down the path towards the clothing optional section, along the path by the lake, well more like a big pond, people stretched out on the grass soaking in the sun on their naked bodies, some lads messing about in the water. We joined in for a while, getting wet, dunked, soaked, laughing, playing, then lay down on the grass to dry off under the sun.
“Cool place, yeah, Boy?” Dan asks.
“Yeah pretty neat,” I reply.
“Neat enough to stay here, work here, naked 247?” Dan presses.
“Woah, no way,” Mark interjects, “Seriously, Liam, you’re not going to do it, are you?”
Baz laying there naked in his element, “There’s something to be said for it all, eh, Liam?”
Dan grins, “What, so you’d do it too, eh, Baz?”
“If the money’s good enough, why the fuck not?”
We all laugh, totally unsure if Baz really means what he’s saying. Often doesn’t. But the thought is there in my head as we walk back to the reception area via the camping area, spotting the camper vans, the tents, the glamping pods.
“Just think, Boy, that’s where you’d be sleeping if you work here,” Dan adds, “Naked, of course.”
I blush, ‘WTF am I blushing for?’ and my cock twitches. My cock seems to like the idea.

Back at reception, “So how was it?” Jack asks.
Dan says, hand on my shoulder, “He fucking loved it all. The only question he’s got is how much does he get paid.”
Jack laughs and gives the details, “Minimum wage, but there’s the free accommodation and meals on top of that, plus use of all the facilities when off duty. It’s basically a six hour day, split shift, working in reception, showing customers to their pitch, mowing pitches and lawns, cleaning the toilet and shower block, serving in the club house, and maybe changing a light bulb or two.”
Dan laughs at that, “So a bit of everything, eh?”
Jack replies, “Yes, basically. So are you interested, Liam?”
Dan replies for me, “Yeah, as I said, Liam’s really up for it.”
“I’d like to hear that from him.”
I nod, yeah, “I… er… yes… Yes, I’d like to.”
“Good lad, the job’s yours then.”
Then Dan looks over at Baz, “You got two jobs going? Cos I know someone else who might be interested!”
Jack’s eyes settle on Baz, “Well for him I can make an exception, sure. You want the job, you got it. Mind you, you’ll have to share the pod with Liam here.”
“I think I can handle that,” Baz says, smirking at me.
“How about you start right away? We’re short-staffed for the club house this evening.”
“Erm, but we haven’t brought anything.”
“What would you need? Toothbrush, toothpaste maybe? Here you go,” and Jack hands them off the shelf to Liam and Baz, “Anything else? I mean your mates here could bring anything you need at the weekend right?”
“So, we stay here bare assed naked, not a stitch of clothing to our name?” Baz asks.
“Well, that’s how you turned up here, so yeah, I guess so. That a problem?”
“No,” Baz says.
I keep quiet. Bricking it.
“Just give me a few minutes then I can take you to your pod, then you can hang out and report for duty at the club house around 6pm?”
“Sure,” Baz says, taking charge.
We all walk out of reception, say our goodbyes to Dan, Loz and Mark, watch them cycle off. And that’s that. Baz and me totally naked for the summer. I’m stood there stunned.
“C’mon Boy,” Baz says, copying Dan in calling me that, doesn’t sound quite the same, but still, calling me Boy, not Liam, WTF? “This is going to be fucking awesome, right, Boy?”
I nod, not sure why Baz is thinking this. His phone pinging in his hand as we stand around waiting for Jack.

“Oops, I’m sorry lads,” Jack says, as he opens the pod door, “This is the last pod and it’s a double bed, not two singles.”
Baz replies, “No problem by me, I’ve bunked up with my older and younger brothers all my life. Can’t remember the last time I ever slept in a bed by myself.”
“I… guess it’s ok,” I manage to stammer, my brain frazzled by the thought that I will be sleeping in the same bed as Baz all summer, naked! ‘WTF!’ My cock twitches again, and I hope no one notices.
They do.
Baz laughs, “Glad part of you is ok with the idea of sleeping with me, Liam.”
My brain is too frazzled to compute what Baz has just said. I’m just relieved Baz isn’t calling me Boy in front of Jack.
“That’s great,” Jack says, “There’s a couple of towels in here. You can get them washed in the laundry room anytime. I’ve got loads of adapters for charging your phones during the day. Any questions?”
None. My mind was blank, my eyes flitting between Jack and Baz.
“Ok, go have some fun and see you in the club house at six.”

“Let’s get back in the water, eh?” Baz says.
I nod in agreement, needing something to take my mind off being naked for the whole summer. WTF have I just agreed to? It only takes a few minutes to walk back to the pond, but I’m rock hard by the time we reach the water’s edge.
“Jeez Boy,” Baz says, What are we gonna do with you and your constant boner, eh?”
“I…. err…”
Before I can finish my sentence, Baz picks me up, and throws me into the pond then dives in after me, ducking my head under the water. We play fight for what seems like ages, and when we finally break and step back onto the grass I see that we’re both boned, but Baz is totally unconcerned by people seeing him in this state of arousal.
He sees me looking as we flop down onto the grass, “You better get used to seeing me like this, Boy, or it’s going to be a long summer, right?”
“I… guess so ,yeah…”
“I mean, Dan told me quite a bit of what you two have been up to the past couple of days.”
“He has? What’s he been saying?” The fear in my voice is present.
“Just that you’re very good with your hands.”
“Oh.”
“And your tongue, or should that be, throat!” Baz grins.
“Fuckkkk.”
Baz laughs, “Lol, no, he left that out, no mention of how good you are at fucking.”
“WTF?”
“Exactly, Boy. All to be discovered in due course, right?”
“Shit. Fuck. Baz. I…”
“Shhh. It’s cool. But maybe you shouldn’t stare at me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It’s a bit weird. Staring sometimes is ok. Just not all the time, right?” Baz winks.
“Sorry.”
“I’m teasing you, Boy, can’t help it. We good, yeah?”
“Yeah, we’re good.”

Later, at the club house, after we’ve been given a free meal, we’re helping behind the bar. General duties, clearing tables, taking drinks and food to people, washing glasses up. Baz and me naked, and like, the majority of the people there not naked. Just a few. Overhearing Jack getting complimented on the new staff, Baz and me.
“Great to see the new staff embrace the clothing optional state of attire,” a man at the bar says to Jack.
“Oh yes, these two rocked up here with out a stitch on them,” Jack replies, “So I said they could work here nude 247 if they wanted.”
“And they wanted?”
“Yes of course, that’s why I hired them.”
“So, they’re naked for the whole summer?”
“Yeah, well except for maybe a blanket over their shoulders round the campfire at night, but that’s all.”
“Sweet.”
“Yeah, I notice a few guests have already posted on our blog about them and they’re already attracting a lot of attention.”
“I’m sure they will. Reckon you’ll be fully booked by the weekend.”
“Lol, let’s hope so.”
‘Fuck,’ I think to myself, ‘That’s people coming here because they know Baz and me are working here naked.’ Then I remember that Dan, Loz and Mark will be here too this weekend. Will they get naked too or not?
“You two boys have worked well tonight,” Jack says, as the last of the campers leave the club house. “See you both at reception at 8am, ok?”

“Well, that was something,” Baz says, as we get back to our pod, Baz flopping down on the bed, claiming his side, his cock half chubbed, “But Boy, I told you, you been staring at me all night. Like I said, Dan told me all about it, what happened between him and you. Since you like dick so much maybe you can help me here. What do you say?”
“You mean?”
“Yes, I fucking mean… grab a hold and stroke.” I do as Baz says, taking his thick cock into my hand. He lays back, “Damn, yeah, Boy, that’s right, stroke me slow and gentle.” I do as he says, my face a foot away from him, mesmerised as his cock grows fully erect in my hand. Baz has his eyes shut, moaning lowly, “Go on, Boy, get your tongue on me, you know you want to.” Baz didn’t even have his eyes open, but he sensed as I moved my head, my mouth, my tongue towards his leaking cockhead. “Fuck yeah, Boy, smell my precum, lick my cockhead, c’mon Boy, do it, stop teasing me.”
So I did, I licked the precum off his cockhead and took his cock into my mouth. It was thicker, hotter, harder than Dan’s. Why the fuck I’m thinking about Dan’s cock when I’m starting to suck Baz off I don’t know, well yes I do, but back to Baz’s cock… Baz starting to push his cock into my mouth, me opening my jaw, wanting more of him in me, Baz leaking heavily now, his hands on my hair, holding me in place as he starts to slowly thrust and fuck my face.
“Take me Boy,” he says as he pushes further, his cockhead against my throat, “Fuck yeah, Boy, you want my seed, don’t you?”
I nod, feeling his cockhead press against the top of my mouth. I moan loudly. Baz starts to facefuck me harder, faster, furiously. Without warning he stops still and jets of thick cum start to fill my mouth, wad after wad, I try to swallow it all up, but there’s too much, some spilling out of my mouth and down my chin.
“Fuck yeah Boy, drink it all up, fuckkkkk,” Baz rests back, lets go of my hair, pats me, “Damn, Boy, you were as good as Dan told me you were. Fuck, I didn’t believe him when he told me, I just had to check you out for myself. You ok?”
I look up at Baz, his cock still in my cum filled mouth, and nod him a yes.
“Good Boy. Sleep time. Let me snuggle in behind you.” And Baz wraps his arm around me, pulls me in towards him, him the big spoon, me the little spoon, and I can feel his cock and balls pressing against me. Baz falls asleep within minutes. I’m lying there taking this all in for quite a long while before I too fall asleep, still spooned up against Baz.

I wake, it’s already light. I feel an arm around me. What? Who? Dan? Oh no, Baz, oh yeah, Baz. Last night… What’s that? Then I’m aware of the feeling of Baz behind me, close behind me, his hot hard cock between my legs, his shaft between my cheeks, pressing across my crack, his cockhead pushing against my ballsac. Wetness. Precum? Baz stirs, moves, I feel him thrust slowly forward and back, feeling his shaft rub snugly against me. And I am rock hard.
‘WTF? Is Baz asleep? Does he know he’s doing this?’ His face is nuzzled in against my ear. I can feel his breath against my skin, as he thrusts in and out again a few more times. He’s leaking more. It’s getting wetter down there, between my legs, in my crack. With his precum. Then Baz lets out a low moan. And I am leaking, my hand wrapped around my cock. Is Baz awake? What does he want? What do I want?

Yes, that’s the question, what do I want?
A) Do I want to turn round and take Baz down my throat again?
B) Do I want Baz to continue to frot between my legs until he jizzes all over my ballsac?
C) Do I want Baz to fuck me? Pop my cherry? Be the first guy?