Deep In The Woods

"Pour some water on the campfire, and we'll move on."

My dad, uncle, cousin, and I had been hiking for two days. We do this late in the summer every year. My dad is about a year and a half older than his brother, and I'm almost a year older than my cousin.

We hadn't seen anyone since we began hiking and didn't expect to see anyone. At around four, we found a trail. We thought this interesting since this part of the wilderness wasn't supposed to be traveled enough for a trail to have formed.

"Let's follow it south," my dad suggested. Since we arrived in the middle of the trail, we didn't know if south led to something or away from something.

Rod, my uncle, thought we should keep moving west. It reasoned that since our original plan was to hike the wilderness with no specific destination, well, who cared where the trail led. But, it was a mystery, so off we went ... south.

Dad has always had this fascination with solving things. All my life this has led us into countless adventures. I thought this trait would come in handy with my homework, but solving my math problems wasn't an adventure my dad found irresistible. I guess this curiosity is what led him from being a cop to being a detective.

We arrived upon a group of buildings about thirty minutes down the trail. So, this was the something to which the trail led. The first thing we noticed, I noticed right away anyway, was that all the people working around the outside were naked.

"Looks like we've come upon a hidden away nudist group," my dad said.

Two men came toward us. They looked friendly and welcoming. I guess I arrived at this impression by the smiles on their faces. But, we just stood there. I'm sure we had completely stupid looks on our faces. I had noticed that these men looked different. At first, from a distance, I thought they had extremely small dicks. As they got closer, I could tell they didn't have dicks. One had a beard, and they both had balls which were rather large and low hanging, so they were men, I was pretty sure.

Jeff, my cousin, nudged me. I said, "I see. They don't have dicks." My dad and Rod suggested we take it easy. Maybe this was a group of men who'd had unfortunate accidents or maybe cancer.

When the two were right in front of us, we smiled as they extended their hands in greeting. They still seemed nice. They were very polite and welcoming.

"We were just out hiking and stumbled across your trail. We were curious about where it led. I hope we haven't intruded," my dad began explaining.

"Nonsense," the one with the beard began. I let my attention scan the group that had gathered. They were all men ... and boys of various ages. Well, they all had balls but not a cock anywhere in the group. I made eye contact with one guy who looked about my age. I tried not to, but I couldn't help but let my eyes drop down his front. He had a small tuft of hair above where his dick should have been. I looked back up. He was smiling brightly at me. I turned red, I'm sure, and I quickly looked away.

My attention came back when my dad patted me on the shoulder. He said, "That sounds great," and he and Rod were following the two guys into the compound. I looked at Jeff for the answer to why these guys didn't have dicks. I'm certain my dad would have asked. Jeff was looking at me for the same answer. Apparently, he hadn't been paying attention to their conversation either. When the first opportunity would come up, I'd ask my dad.

The guy without the beard brought us into a large bunk room. There were five rows of bunk beds, and the far end was a large shower room with toilets and sinks. It wasn't an enclosed area. The far end of the room was a very open, very large bathroom.

"You can have these bunks. We have fairly nice facilities here. I'm certain you'll enjoy your stay," the guy said.

Stay? Stay? "We're staying?" I asked Dad when the guy had left earshot.

"They've offered us dinner and a place to sleep tonight," Dad informed me. Rod and Jeff had already claimed a bunk. Dad sat on one of the bottom beds and began removing his boots. I tossed my stuff onto the bed above his.

"Let's shower before dinner," my dad said. Rod had already removed most of his clothes. Jeff was in the process of undressing. I felt extremely uncomfortable taking off my clothes in the midst of these dickless nudists, especially since I hadn't yet learned why they were dickless.

"A hot shower will feel great," Rod said as he and Dad were walking naked toward the shower. My anxiety lessened some when I considered that. I fell in a few steps behind Jeff.

The water had no force coming out of the shower heads. It just trickled. And, it was ice cold. No wonder these guys were cockless, they had shriveled away to nothing in this frigid water.

Needless to say, we showered quickly. Back at our bunks, I started dressing. "Don't get dressed, son. We're in a nudist group." Rod, Jeff, and Dad just stared at me like I was weird for wanting to put my clothes on, like I was the weird one.

I couldn't hold it in any longer. My fear just came out. "Dad, we're in the middle of nowhere in a group of naked men and boys who don't have a ... a you-know-what. Don't you find this entire scenario extremely puzzling and disconcerting? I mean ... like why don't they have their ... you know, all their stuff?"

"Well, son, I don't know. I'm sure we'll find out soon enough."

"You don't know? You don't know? Why didn't you find out? What if we've stumbled into a group of aliens or something that eat men's wieners and stuff?"

"Calm down, son," my dad responded with a chuckle. Even Rod and Jeff were laughing, but I found nothing about this funny. "Everything will be fine. They're just a group of pleasant people. There are no gates or fences or bars keeping us here. We can leave whenever we want."

I guess I was overreacting a little. But, this was just bizarre. I decided this would be just another crazy adventure, and I should enjoy the ride while it lasted. I looked at Rod then at Jeff. They both gave me reassuring nods and a smile. I thought that if Jeff could acclimate himself into this weirdness, then I could, too.

So, we headed naked into the courtyard. I was still apprehensive. I'm sixteen, and I've been naked in groups of guys many times. Of course, they were times of more normal circumstances like showering after phys. ed. in school, and when I was on the swim team, and after football practice and games, you know, stuff like that. But, all the guys had all their normal stuff.

As we stood outside, everyone came up to meet us. My dad and Rod had several conversations with the men, and I kept hoping the answer to the big "why" would come up. My impatience and curiosity were growing.

We followed the group into another building. This one had rows of picnic tables. The two guys who first greeted us when we arrived directed us to a spot. Portions of food were already on individual plates at each place at the table. A basket of rolls was being passed down the table. I'm going to make an observation that I'm sure you'll find weird (not like anything else I've written here isn't weird), but why did they not just go ahead and put the roll on the plate with the rest of the food? If everything else is pre-portioned, why not the rolls? So, maybe everyone won't want a roll, and you wouldn't want to waste them. Well, what about the mashed potatoes? Maybe they're cheaper than rolls.

The couple of times I looked around, I made eye contact with the guy from the courtyard. Both times he was smiling at me. I quickly looked away. The second time, though, I did smile back.

I had many questions running through my brain. How did these guys get here? What had happened to them? Why no women? Did they stay here all the time? People must come and go, hence the trail. Why were they here?

In another building in the compound, they had planned a celebration, kind of, for our arrival. Everyone was cheerful and talkative as we went over to the building that apparently housed a dance floor. I stayed quiet and distant but not rude. I nodded when I was spoken to and stuff like that. Even Jeff had started a conversation with four or five boys who'd approached him.

In a way, I was feeling left out. I know I was causing this myself. I looked around for the guy who kept smiling at me. I guess I had developed a rapport with him, though a distant one. I couldn't find him.

There was music playing and a guy got up on the stage to "officially and publicly" welcome us. My entire body must have turned the deepest red possible when he asked us to come up on the stage.

"We are very happy to welcome you to our humble group," the guy started. I couldn't help but feel puzzled over his choice of words. It sounded as if he was welcoming us into the group. Had we joined this group, and I hadn't been told? "We want to offer you a very special gift to show our happiness," the guy continued.

The guy who had kept smiling at me was brought up on the stage by a man. It was easy to tell they were father and son, same color hair, same deep, pale blue eyes. The guy got down on his hands and knees on the stage. His ass was facing us. He laid his head and chest on a pillow his dad had placed in front of him. He kept his ass raised in the air. I thought for sure I'd go into hysterical laughter. I was certain nothing could be more crazy than what I'd already seen. When I realized my mouth was agape, I forced my jaw closed with all the willpower I could.

The guy's dad squeezed some gel from a tube onto his finger. He stood above his son and pushed his lubed finger in and out of his son's ass. Oh, God, I thought. They're greasing up his asshole

I looked at my dad when he stepped toward the guy. My dad's dick was hard. He's going to fuck the boy's ass. I thought my brain would shut down. My dad squatted down, positioned his dick at the guy's hole and pushed.

A moan came from the boy and my dad at the same time. The boy continued moaning as my dad's cock sunk deeper inside the guy's ass. I kept thinking, my dad, the cop, is fucking a boy, a dickless boy, on a stage with his son watching, and his brother, and his underage nephew in a group of dickless men and boys in the middle of nowhere.

My dad was pumping the guy's ass pretty hard, but the guy was taking it good, I'd give him that. I guess it didn't matter that they were both making a lot of noise. It isn't like they were worried about attracting attention. All the attention was already centered on them.

He shot his wad up the boy's ass in deep, hard thrusts. "Oh, fuck. Take my cum, boy. I'm emptying my nuts in your tight guts. Fuck," my dad blurted out, loudly. We've been having sex for thousands of years. How original can the language be, I thought.

Dad pulled his hard cock from the boy's hole. A little bit of white ball juice came out of the guy's fucked orifice and ran down his dangling balls. I noticed there was another tiny hole just between the guy's balls and his butthole. There was some clear fluid leaking from this hole.

Uncle Rod stepped up. As he pushed his cock into the used hole, I noticed his hard-on was a little thicker and longer than my dad's. I also noticed that my dick realized that it was seeing sex much faster than my brain had told me. So, there I stood sporting my own boner. This was sex, though not the kind of sex I had ever seen or done. I'd fucked one girl, and I jerked off a lot, but ....

My eyes drifted over to Jeff. I was curious about how he was accepting this and what state his body was in. I did this casually so no one would notice that I was checking out my cousin. But, how stupid is that? I just watched my dad blow a load up some boy's ass, dickless boy, and now his brother was fucking the same ass with his son and nephew watching along with a group of .... Well, you remember the scene.

Jeff had a wood, sticking straight up. He was engrossed in the scene before him. There was a clear drop of nut juice at the eye of his dick. When Rod began verbalizing his own orgasm and what his dick was doing inside the guy, I turned my head back to the sex scene. Rod's ass was in the air, and I could see his butthole clenching. His balls had drawn up tight, so I could see his thick dick shoved all the way in.

What was next? Was I supposed to fuck the boy? Rod was pulling out, but before I could move, Jeff stepped in and took his dad's place. I know Jeff had never fucked, because we had talked about this. I guess just having taken a crash course from his dad and mine, he felt like a pro. He pumped about five or six times, then stopped and held completely still. He was even holding his breath and his face was turning red, then he let go with a deep grunt and shot his balls. The guy let out a yelp. He must have felt that blast.

Jeff had moved aside, and I was looking at a dark hole. Juice was running out of it. They all looked at me. My dick was ready. It wanted to do this. It started thinking for me and had me move in behind the guy. I looked in my dad's eyes, then Rod's, then Jeff's. No one was saying no. As my dick head touched the guy's warm, moist hole, I looked at his dad. He was smiling at me. Ah, shit, I said to myself and sunk my boner in as deep as I could go.

The warmth consumed me. It was tight but slippery. My dick was fucking in cum, my dad's cum, and my uncle's cum, and my cousin's cum. It wasn't going to be long before I added my own seed deep inside the guts of this dickless guy. My sperm would be swimming around in the dark. Hey, uncle sperm, have you seen the egg? Cousin sperm, where's the egg? Hey, wait up! Daddy sperm, I can't find the egg. Has anyone seen an egg? Oh, no, my sperm would scream. I've heard stories about this. We're going to be just wiped away with a tissue, another of my sperm would inform the rest.

But, this wasn't jerking off. This was exquisite. And, I was pumping. I was boiling inside. My body had never felt so good. There was no time. I didn't care how long I lasted, but I wanted to stay here forever. I was letting go. My nuts were trying to climb up inside me, and the juice started pumping out. "Oh, fuck. I'm coming," I screamed as I plunged into the tightness of this body. I just kept dumping. Find the egg, little guys. Everyone out.

I returned, a little, to my senses when I felt warm liquid all over my nuts. How embarrassing, I thought. I missed the hole and came all over myself. But, I was pulling out and the hole was clenching onto my cock, sucking me back in. As I reluctantly pulled free, my dick and balls were covered in thick, white cum. I was dripping. The guy had shot his load out of his little hole, and his spew went all over my nuts. His little hole was still spasming and liquid was seeping out. His body was trembling. His eyes shut tightly as he lay on the floor with his ass still in the air. His dad got behind him and began licking his son's balls and ass and little hole. Nothing could ever surprise me again.

We were shown to a large tub. The four of us got in. The water had been heated, thank goodness. It was very soothing. My dad put his arm around me. I looked at him, and he smiled. I guess he was happy with my performance. I felt good. I was happy we had been welcomed into this group.

Four men came to wash us. I had just displayed the most personal aspects of myself, so it didn't matter that a stranger was rubbing his soapy hands all over my body. Actually, it felt wonderful. I surrendered.

The men dried our bodies, and we went out into the courtyard. The party was still in progress but had been moved outside. Small conversations were starting up and everyone was patting us on the back. I guess we'd been a hit, great show.

Walking around, I was looking for the guy. I thought he would talk to me, that he would answer some of my questions. "I'm Mike," a voice from behind me said. I spun around, startled. It was him. His voice was deep. I stood staring into his pale, blue eyes.

I was mesmerized. This was unusual for me. I had never felt an attraction to a male before. But, I liked this guy. I had fucked this guy in the ass. "Do you have a name?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. He had very full lips and a beautiful smile. He was smiling at me. His teeth were beautiful, too. "Do you want to tell me what your name is?" Mike asked me.

"Oh, yeah, sure. I'm sorry. It's David. I ... I mean, yeah my name's David, but I just told you." God, I felt like an idiot.

Mike snickered. He took my hand. He pulled me to him. Then, he kissed me, on the lips. Those full, luscious lips were pressed against mine. I could feel his tongue on my lips. He pushed, and I opened my mouth. When his tongue touched the tip of mine, a high-voltage electric current shot throw me. My dick sprang up, hard, between us. He brought his hand down my chest and belly. He closed his fist around my hard cock. I reached for his. Reality shot back to my brain. I jumped back from him.

"It's okay," he responded to the confusion on my face. "Let's walk and talk," he suggested.

We left the compound and went toward the edge of the woods. We were quiet for awhile, then, "Why don't you have a dick?" I couldn't hold the question in. I needed to know.

"It's our way of life. I prefer it this way," Mike explained.

"Were you born without one?" I was still confused.

"Let me show you something." Mike took my hand, and we walked toward a large building on the edge of the compound. The lights were on inside when we entered. "Here is where we keep record of the members of our community."

The walls held many photos. Beneath each picture was a hard dick mounted on a piece of wood. This was very fascinating. I walked along the wall. I recognized some of the photos of guys I'd noticed since coming here. There were two pictures inside each frame. Both pictures showed the man or boy naked, but, in one, he had his dick attached, and in the other, he didn't, before and after shot. And, below these pictures was the cock sticking out from the wall.

I walked on checking out each one. I came to Mike's dad's photo. Right next to it was Mike's. I looked at his "before" picture. The cock was nice, long, a little thin. My eyes then went to the actual thing attached to the wall. "Is this really your dick?" I asked Mike. He stood beside me. "Yes," he responded. I brought my hand up to touch it. When I hesitated, Mike said it was okay. I ran my right hand along the length. I felt around the thick edge of the head. My finger traced the tube underneath and then the thick vein on top. I touched the hole at the tip. My left hand was feeling the empty space above Mike's balls.

"It's wonderful to be without it," Mike interrupted my thoughts. For some unknown reason, I believed him. Undoubtedly, wholeheartedly, it must be wonderful to be without it.

"How?" I asked.

"Come on." With his large hand once again wrapped around mine, he led me through the room. We approached a door and entered. There were many people in here. The party must have moved inside. Mike led me toward the back of the room in the direction everyone was looking.

My uncle lay on a table, crying. A man was doing something between my uncle's legs. Rod's penis was being mounted to a board by another guy. "It hurts?" I whispered to Mike. "It has to," he answered. "It is all part of the acceptance of the loss, so you can fully feel the gain."

My dad was on the next table. A flash went off in the room. My cousin, Jeff, had just had his photo taken. This was the "before" shot, I realized. My dad cried out. I watched the knife slicing deeply through his erection. He cried, and his penis was lifted away from his body. It was dropped into a clear liquid, then they began mounting it to a small board.

A flash went off. Uncle Rod's "after" shot had just been taken. Jeff laid down on the table. Rod was smiling, and Jeff began screaming as the blade went through the base of his hard-on.

Mike led me over to have my photo taken. I was smiling.

*****

Dad and Rod left the compound a couple of days after we came here. They had to sell their houses and settle some stuff. The past nine months have been great. Mike and I spend all our time together.

My dad laid a pillow on the stage. As I lower my head, I can see the beautiful pale blue of Mike's eyes. My dad's fingers feel good inside my butt. Earlier today, six college guys stumbled upon our compound. I smile to Mike as I feel the first one push the head of his dick inside my virgin hole. A moan escapes me.