This is a work of fiction, inspired by a story I read a long time ago on another site. While the series is set in the Gay Male category, this chapter contains elements of Group Sex, Interracial Love, and Exhibitionist & Voyeur. All characters are over the legal age of 18 and any descriptions of real people are coincidental and unintentional.
Lastly, if these themes concern or do not arouse you, feel free to look elsewhere.
Enjoy.
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When Jack arrived in Montana, he took the pre-booked taxi to the resort. Along the way, the cab driver asked where the Mrs. was, to which Jack bluntly said, "Left at the altar, and I don't want to talk about it!" He took this in stride and remained silent for the rest of the hour-long drive.
When they arrived, the driver waved the fee with a heartfelt apology and wished him luck with whatever he had planned for his "honeymoon". Jack sighed and pulled his suitcase inside where he saw the property beyond, and he stopped dead in his tracks. The main office looked like a small cabin surrounded by fences, with wide windows on one side. As soon as he entered, he saw a most astonishing sight from the windowed side of the cabin.
Half of the people outside the main building, in the resort itself, were stark naked, the other half in little to no clothing whatsoever. The most conservatively dressed people were the staff, and the closest thing to someone being clothed was a woman in a spaghetti string bikini that barely covered her prominent double D-cup breasts and shapely ass. Jack shook his head and made his way to the front desk, "Hi, I'm Jack Hall. I had a reservation for two, but there was an unexpected issue and I'm the only one here." He said.
The front desk clerk, a young woman in her early twenties with brown hair wrapped in a ponytail looked up Jack's reservation, "Looks like the Honeymoon suite." She then looked up, "Where's the bride?" she added, smiling.
Jack's face soured as he said, "I broke it off at the altar. I found out she was a cheating whore and I didn't want to be married to someone like that so I came here to spend the honeymoon to get away from all the bullshit back home. As for our reservation, can I please get another room? I'm not very interested in the honeymoon suite right now."
The girl nodded grimly and typed on her keyboard. Her face went from soured to scared for her safety as she said, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Hall, but it looks like there aren't any other rooms available. To compensate, maybe we can upgrade another couple and downgrade you, but you'd very likely lose your deposit."
Jack sighed and shook his head, "Fucking forget it. Just hand me a key and I'll suffer in silence." He grumbled aloud. The girl nodded and handed him a pair of keys. He took them and pocketed one as he made his way to the elevator.
Five minutes later, he arrived at the honeymoon suite on the fifth floor and opened the door to find that he'd arrived in what looked like a small bachelor's apartment. The main room consisted of a large fully furnished kitchen with an island, an indented living room with an electric fire pit in the center and a flatscreen hanging on the wall, and a pair of sliding doors leading to the master bedroom, equipped with a king-sized bed and spa-style bathroom, that appeared to have a jacuzzi tub and a five-person shower.
From his vantage, Jack also saw that the balcony had a hot tub that could easily fit ten people, as well as a sauna and canopy. He sighed miserably as he dropped his suitcase next to the bed and slumped down on the couch, grabbed the remote and turned the TV on, scrolling through the guide until he saw an information channel. He clicked it and saw an overhead view of the hotel resort he was staying in. He turned the volume up and listened to the announcer.
"Evergreen Paradise Hotel, Spa, and Dude Ranch is a clothing-optional resort for the adventurous thrill-seekers and luxurious relaxers alike. Our fundamental principle is that everyone who visits here leaves satisfied after their desires have been fully met. Our staff are trained in various skills from customer service to massage treatment, including therapeutic, Shiatsu, nuru, and many others. Our ranch hands have been trained to handle every level of horseback rider and every known rodeo entertainment for your thrill-seeking desires.
"Enjoy our riverside Nudist beaches, where you can socialize with couples and singles alike in the comfort of your own skin. Open your relationship to new heights with our state-of-the-art playrooms, steam rooms, pools, and Hot Tubs, and even take on your dirtiest desires with our very own dungeons, located in the north wing of the spa.
"As always, discretion is our first priority, so if you're new here, we ask that you sign a waiver and pay an entry fee for any nude-only or clothing-optional areas. Note that there are certain places where clothes are required, such as the dining hall and public access areas such as the parking lot or gates. Beyond the main entrance, however, clothes can come off from as early as Noon to as late as 2 am."
Jack checked his watch, it was 3:12 pm. He sighed as he continued to listen to the video.
"Everything here is meant to fulfill your deepest desires, whether they be recreational, adventurous, or sexual in nature. Welcome to Evergreen Paradise, where your fantasy vacation is fully realized."
Jack sighed again as he shut the TV off, realizing he never signed any waiver...except he might actually have. He remembered a small sheet that Linda had him three months ago as she was booking their reservation. She had said it was a form for their credit card info, which was strange since he thought that her parents were paying for it. Jack recalled that he signed the bottom without even looking at the contents. Now, however, he needed to know what the waiver said. He quickly grabbed the suite phone next to the couch and dialled the front desk.
After two rings, a female voice said, "Front desk, how can I help you?"
"Hi, this is Jack Hall in the honeymoon suite." Jack said, "About a few months ago, I may have signed a waiver when my fiancé booked our reservations here. The thing is I never actually read the waiver before I signed it. Could I have a copy sent up to my room? I want to know what I signed now that I'm here."
"Of course, Mr. Hall, I'll send it up right away, just as soon as I find it." Said the girl before hanging up.
About fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the door. Jack opened it to reveal a man, about six feet tall with tanned skin, black hair, and dazzling green eyes standing in front of him.
