Pee Wee's Nudist Adventure in 1961

I have always been a nudist. Only recently have I been able to flaunt my pubic staff in public. Having finally been accepted into college, I decided to look for summer employment before starting my freshman year. 'The Reaper,' an employment sheet like Craig's, listed various job offerings.

One classified ad caught my eye:

"Nudist Camp needs several go-to people to help run a summer retreat in Red Bank, New Jersey. Good pay. Call for details..."

I called the phone number and left my name and address and two days later I received a letter with a plethora of details. The job required the employee to be nude during their work schedule and on the premises unless they worked in the restaurant. The exception was for sanitary reasons or to protect one's privates from flying hot grease. A safety garment was suggested.

The pay was a very healthy $2.50 an hour, a high hourly rate in 1961. The job was between 40-45 hours depending on need. Room and board were included.

(In 1961, the minimum wage was $1 per hour and cigarettes cost an average of 26¢ per pack including tax)

I looked carefully at their prospectus, to see if there was a requirement for minimum penis size or bra measure. There was none. However, there was a caveat, "if you have unattractive or mis-sharpened private parts you might want to save yourself the embarrassment of working in the nude, but it will not hinder your chance at employment.

That seemed fair and reasonable. I assumed my private parts were normal, although not 'super-sized.' My cock was healthy and well-shaped. My two large balls locked tight below my dick, made the apparatus look like a military cannon.

Just to be sure, I undressed and examined myself in the mirror. No unattractive or misshapen private parts, a modestly muscled body, a 7 1/2 inch erect penis, and two large hairy balls.

I turned to the mirror, saying, "Nothing to laugh at, but if someone finds my body funny, laugh all you want, I don't give a shit."

SUMMER EMPLOYMENT

I filled out the questionnaire with my vitals and a few references. I left out my last job where I was fired for canoodling with the boss's daughter. Despite my lack of certainty of being a nudist camp employee, I was accepted. Work was to start immediately. Employees were required to get the campsite ready for the season. I shook my dick a few times like the proverbial 'lamb's tail,' and packed my suitcase. I didn't think I needed much clothing, but movement off campsite would require street clothes.

I checked with the Greyhound Bus company. They had a bus route to Red Bank which would take me near the camp. One of my buddies, Larry, offered to drive me to the downtown bus terminal the next day, but that night Fletcher and Larry suggested a going away party, and they took me out for a pizza. We all got a little drunk.

Gilda, a sexy waitress at the Pizza Place, who we knew well, was coaxed by Fletcher into giving me a goodbye blow job out in the parking lot. As I stood there with my pants at my knees and my naked ass wedged against Fetcher's car, looking at my cock in Gilda's open mouth, and her low-cut blouse revealing her ample cleavage. I reached out to feel her tits, but she pushed my hand away. I came much too quickly and rather than swallowing it, Gilda spit it out and the cum landed partly on my brown leather shoes. I thought she was servicing me out of the goodness of her heart. I said so as we drove away, but Fletcher admitted he gave her twenty dollars.

The next morning, as promised, my two friends gave me a lift to the Greyhound bus terminal in mid-New York City. I purchased my ticket, and thanks to Gilda; I was on my way with a partly empty ball sack.

Red Bank is on the southern bank of the Neversink River in northern Monmouth County, New Jersey. It is about twenty-four miles south of the tip of Manhattan.

(For security, the exact location, names, and details of the 1961 nudist camp have been changed to respect their privacy.)

Red Bank Campsite was an adult nudist camp. Children were not permitted. Most modern-day campsites are family-oriented, but this was not true in 1961. I thought that was a good idea as children are both a distraction and cock blockers to adult romance.

RHONDA ON THE BUS

I boarded the Greyhound Bus and sat beside an attractive dark-haired woman, probably in her mid-twenties. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt bristling with her two taut nipples. When she asked where I was headed, I said,

"I'm supposed to start work at the Red Bank Nudist Colony."

"What a coincidence," she answered, "So am I."

"Do you know anything about it," I asked.

"Well, I've stayed at various other camps, but I've heard some interesting stories about Red Bank. I thought I'd go there and mix summer employment with a good tan. Let me warn you, keep your privates out of the sunshine as your cock can get burned off with the strong rays of the summer sun."

The gal's name was Rhonda. As we conversed, she interrupted me to ask,

"Do you have a big 'schlong?'"

"What's that?"

"A big dick."

"Not really. When it's flaccid it doesn't look like much, but it's a grower. When it hits 7 or 7 1/2 inches it's formidable, nice, and thick like a fat cigar."

"Could I see it? It sounds like my favorite cigar brand. Here, hide it under the newspaper and give me a peek."

"Sure, but I hope you're not intending to give me a blow job, after last night my jizz reservoir arrow is pointing low?"

"No, not here, but once we arrive at the camp, I'd gladly try your cigar on for size."

"No need for that."

"I could jerk you off right now if you'd like."

"I'm ok for now. Here, take a look."

I unzipped quietly so the old folks seated behind us would not catch on. I struggled to unbutton the big brass button at the top of my new jeans. Rhonda covered my privates with her newspaper. My exhibition must have excited me. My dick started to grow when Rhonda leaned over to look.

"Oh, that's a very nice cock. When we are not working, I'll be glad to suck you off."

"Thanks, Rhonda, but I'm more into fucking than oral."

"Sure, I understand. I'm on the pill, so you can fuck me as well."

(note- "The Food and Drug Administration approved the first oral contraceptive in 1960. Within 2 years of its initial distribution, 1.2 million American women were using the birth control pill, or the "pill," as it is popularly known")

"Well, thank you, Rhonda, that sounds good," I said,

"You know, the young wives will be anxious to holster your dick in their pussies. You'll have to save a fuck for me before they wear you out. You can expect at least three or four females will hit on you each day."

"That many?"

"Let me explain something to you," said Rhonda, leaning closer so I could smell her fragrance cologne, "In Europe, sex is not a part of nudism, it happens, but it's not the reason for the nudist movement. Some nudist camps, like Red Bank, are sex clubs. People come here to fuck around, to watch their wives get fucked, and to fuck as many nudist girls and guys as they can get it up for."

"A guy with a big dick will get worn out. They will be the first to go home, exhausted. A guy with a nice dick like yours will have plenty of fun and sex enough to last the summer. The demands on the guys with big dicks, the 9-12 inch guys, are just too great. The gals will want to suck and fuck them all day long. Forget the night. If any 12-14 inch guys arrive at the camp, the young women will follow their cock like the pied pipers. The older women will hesitate, fearing the guy's jumbos will bust their pussies."

By now, Rhonda had folded the newspaper, and I'd zipped up. As I looked out the window from the Greyhound Bus, we passed a sign, 'Red Hook 1 mile' and the driver intoned, "Reeeed Hoooook," on his microphone, "Red Hook commming up. If you are disembarking please get ready. Check your surroundings to make sure you leave nothing behind. And please, if you have any garbage, bag it and take it with you. There are discard cans at the bus stop for your convenience."

The bus pulled to a stop at the center of the little coastal village and there was a small bus with a sign on it - 'Nudist Beach.'

THE PENIS TATTOO GUY

Ronda and I got off the Greyhound bus. We collected our suitcases from the underside of the big bus and carried them onto the yellow bus parked nearby headed for the nudist camp.

"You must be employees," said the driver, "The camp isn't open yet. It will be open in a few days."

"Yep, we're the labor force," I said.

"Great," said the tattooed guy, looking at Rhonda's rocket nips, "Wait till you see my dick tats when the place opens."

Ronda's eyes perked up, "Maybe you can give me a quick peek before the opening, like now."

"Sure little lady, as soon as we arrive, I'll pull over and show you both my grapes of wrath, maybe it will tickle your fancy pussy."

A few minutes later the bus squeaked to a stop on the side of the road. Rhonda ran forward.

"Let me see your tattooed dick," she sighed. The big guy unbuttoned before I could get off the little bus, and was showing off his cock tats to Rhonda while I waited in the aisle to pass.

"Hey Mister, you wanna take a look? No charge."

"No thanks, I'm not into cocks or cock tats."

"Ah, come on, take a quick look."

"Ok, I walked a few steps closer to the driver and leaned forward pressing my cock against Rhonda's plump ass.

"Yeah," I said, looking over her shoulder, "Nice job, and it's a pretty cock, circumcised and all, with a jungle garden around it and flowers growing up the shaft blooming on the cock's head. Yeah, you should be proud. If you die you should donate it to the Museum Of Modern Art."

"Really, they collect stuff like this?"

Rhonda cut me off, "I'd suck that cock any day of the week."

"How about you blow me now before you go to the nudist campsite,"

said the driver.

"Sure," said Rhonda, "You got any jizz left in ya?"

"Oh yeah, my balls are filled but once the tourists arrive, I'll be at zero. I haven't been blown for 2 days, so honey, knock yourself out."

Rhonda opened wide and got to work.

"If we are not too far," I asked, "I'll walk the rest of the way."

The driver, somewhat involved at the moment, indicated with his finger that the camp was just around the bend. I squeezed past Rhonda's ass in her tight shorts. She was now on her knees, blocking the aisle and making a pretty loud slurping sound as she mouthed the technicolor dick.

"Enjoy," I said as I passed the two of them. Rhonda must have stopped sucking for a moment as I heard her say,

"Oh shit, I promised him a BJ today."

"Fine," said the driver, "But finish me off first. I don't wanna get blue balls out of this blowie."

"Heavens forbid," said the cocksucker, "I'll swallow all the cum you got, tat man," and the slurping started up again.

"Take your time honey, you're gonna be sucking for a while."

"My pleasure," said Rhonda, "take all the time you need."

ARRIVAL AT THE NUDIST CAMP

I followed the yellow arrow signs that led from the stopped bus to a gravel path into the dense foliage. After a few minutes walk I arrived at a shiny chrome Airstream Trailer with electrical connections on the roof.

I climbed up the short shiny aluminum ramp and saw an older woman seated at a small desk. She looked up,

"What is your business here?"

"I'm Pee Wee, I received a letter hiring me for the summer nudist session."

The older woman shuffled through a pack of yellow cards and pulled one out.

"Yes, here it is."

She sat on a folding chair but was not completely nude. She had a loose t-shirt covering her breasts but from her waist down she was naked. Her belly fat hung down almost covering her pubic area. She apologized for hiding her large breasts,

"I got to keep the sun off my guns," she explained. "But I like the fresh air to reach my nether regions. It's my secret to good health. When I kept my cunt covered I was plagued with vaginal infections."

"I'm sorry about that." I didn't mention her gunt.

"Well, it's not your fault."

"Yeah, you make sense," I said, "Uh, can you tell me where I'll be staying?"

She handed me a card with a cabin number.

"Now go into the director's office and Yogi Don will fill you in on your duties, but I'd advise you to disrobe first. He gets pissed off if you aren't naked."

"Here," she handed me a hemp bag to put my duds in. Before you go it is customary that you kiss me. I came closer. It wasn't her face she wanted me to kiss. She spread her spindly legs wide and lifted up the roll of fat that covered her cunt. She pushed my face between her legs.

"Tongue me," she said.

"Yes, Ma'am."

She was pleasantly perfumed and her cunt was shaved. I never refuse a lady.

MEETING THE YOGI- MY BOSS

I was sure Rhonda would have done a better job, but I finished licking the older lady as quickly as possible and carried my clothing into the next office, a sizable cubicle behind the first. There, on a red and gold silk Persian rug, seated on his naked rump, was Yogi Don, the director.

He raised his head with an odd expression as if I was interrupting his meditation,

"You are?"

"Pee Wee, at your service, sir."

"You are among friends, no need to use the 'sir.' We try to remain informal and eliminate any vestige of a slave society."

"Now tell me," said Yogi Don, standing up, "Am I a man or woman?"

Pee Wee looked closely. Yogi Don was the hairiest human I had ever seen.

"Well, what do you think?"

"Ok, your voice has the bass cadence of a man, that's for sure, but you have so much hair I can't tell if you have cock or a cunt. Your chest is likewise hairy but I see no sign of tits."

"Very good," said the Yogi, reaching between his legs and lifting what looked like a low-hanging log out of his hair nest.

"That's a cock," I said quickly, "You are a man."

"Yes it is, would you like to touch it?"

"No, that's okay, I'm more into cunts."

"Have you ever fucked a butt or been butt fucked?"

"To be honest, in my time as an Eagle Boy Scout, after my 18th birthday, on a camping trip we did some fooling around."

"That's good, we prefer employees with sexual experience with both sexes."

Then Yogi Don got very profound.

"Are you familiar with Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle?"

"We had a kid named 'Heisenberg' in Elementary school, but when we transferred to Junior High, he disappeared."

"Yes," said the Yogi, "this is a different Heisenberg. But we can take your Heisenberg as an example. The Heisenberg Uncertainty Principle states that there is uncertainty in measuring a variable of a particle, or in your case, the young student named Heisenberg. Once we find where he has disappeared too, his future position and movement becomes uncertain."

Wow, this discussion was way above my head, but I think I got a gist of what Yogi Don was trying to teach me about the nature of the universe.

"When you leave here and go out naked into the world, I want you to practice self-control," said the Yogi.

"What do you mean?"

"Watch me."

As I stared at Yogi Don, his tree truck appendage rose slowly like the morning sun, the hair that covered it in a tussle of curls seemed to straighten out and what before looked like a ragged tree trunk hidden in leaves, now looked like a rocket headed for the moon.

"Come closer Pee Wee."

I was in awe of his ability. Not only to raise his mammoth tusk but to control the pubic hair around it.

"Reach out to touch it," said the Yogi.

I didn't know where this was headed, but I did as he commanded. His cock felt as if it was on fire, and it was as firm as a fire poker. Touching the Yogi's cock was a powerful event. I felt trapped in a force field as if a bolt of lightning traveled from his cock right to my heart. The shock threw me off my feet and I lost consciousness.

I awoke several minutes later. I was on my back looking up at Yogi Don's huge penis.

"Are you okay, my son?"

Looking up at his magical penis, I said, "You're in good shape, sir," as I struggled to get back on my feet.

"No 'sir' is needed."

"You deserve infinite respect," I said, "I hope you can teach me how to grow that thing?"

"Practice, practice my boy and you shall succeed. I spent ten years on a mountaintop in Tibet. My only companion was a white-bearded goat before I could master control of my body."

"I wanna learn that stuff."

"We will cover these ancient secrets in further lessons, one hour per week while you are employed here. Now go my son, and be at peace with the world, and let go of my cock before it burns you."

I hadn't realized I was still holding onto his giant baseball bat of a cock, but I released his penis immediately. I could see it was beginning to smoke.

"I think I've seen God," I said.

"Oh no, God's cock is much larger. Goodbye Pee Wee and welcome to Red Bank Nudist Camp. Go naked, pleasing yourself and our guests with your oneness--make me proud of your actions. Never refuse their requests, no matter how banal they may seem. Remember your little friend, Heisenberg, one never knows when or where he will appear."

When I left Yogi Don's office, the older lady said,

"Okay young man, here is your pass key, it's electric and will allow you to go to any of the areas of the nudist park. Keep it on a chain around your neck, and you'll be identified by security as being an employee. It's how we keep our people safe.

She handed me a folded yellow paper with a map of the nudist park that bordered the ocean along the bottom. What is your name ma'am?"

"You can call me Marie"

"Okay," smiling as I thought of how I'd been kissing her cunt moments before. I realized I'd found myself in a very wild place.

I took a moment to look at the map. "So this is the beach area," I said pointing at the map.

"Yes, you've got that figured out very nicely," said Marie, the lady with the nice-smelling cunt.

"Has Rhonda arrived yet, she was on the bus with me."

"Oh yes, she has already seen Yogi. She's in the bathroom gargling."

My mind was scrambled by my transcendental encounter with hairy Yogi Don. I picked up the gunny sack containing my street clothes and carried my small suitcase in the direction of the bunkhouse.

The bunkhouse was only a few minutes away and to my surprise it was co-ed. There were several employees there, both men and women, all nude.

A bald, muscular guy introduced himself. "I'm Sergey."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Pee Wee. "

"Nice cock," pointing at me, "You've got circumcised?"

"No, it just looks that way, the foreskin is very tight."

"Oh, we have guys with and without foreskin, it's not a problem."

An attractive woman approached me.

"My name is Marleen," she said. Instead of shaking my hand, she grabbed my dick and moved it up and down. I guess I looked shocked but I was very interested.

"Oh, you probably didn't know," said Marleen, still squeezing my dick. "We don't shake hands here, we do this, and she pumped my dick into a quick erection."

"How do I greet a female?"

"You can gently put your finger between her legs or in between her butt cheeks. If she wants sexual stimulation she will indicate by shaking your Genush again."

"That's quaint. Thanks for the pump up."

I reached behind her to grasp her butt. Her ass was warm and welcoming. I let my digit rest there a moment and pulled it back.

"Nice to meet you," I intoned."

"Oh, we are just getting started here for the summer session. I'm kind of busy today, I'm usually very horny. Cum and see me, and bring your lovely Genush. I have a secret place where you can put him."

I laughed at her comment; I understood Genush, the Elephant God, was a euphemism for penis.

"Where do I sleep," I asked.

A short plump guy must have overheard me as he quickly approached.