I had been looking forward to the weekend at the retreat. It was advertised as a comfortable guest house with large well maintained gardens and close to a mature woodland which had a small stream running through it.
I had been stressed at work and also getting over a bitter divorce and was needing a break so I could recharge my batteries. I was fifty five and now, all alone. One evening, I stumbled over a web site which was advertising a weekend naturist retreat for men and it was only a couple of hours away by car. Great, I thought, and signed up that night. I didn't really give it much thought that it would be just for men. I had never been on a naturist event before, so this was going to be an experience.
Finally, the day arrived. I finished work on the Friday and just set off straight for the retreat. It was easy to find and very secluded. The views were spectacular. I parked the car and walked up to the front door. It opened as I lifted my hand to knock. I was startled to see the man in front of me was naked. I shouldn't have been surprised, it was a naturist event. The host, who introduced himself as Mark, shook my hand and invited me in and took me to my room, which I would be sharing with someone else who was still to arrive.
Mark gave me a hand towel, to use when I was sitting down on any of the seats. Seems reasonable, I hadn't thought of that. He suggested I settle into my room, get undressed and then come down to meet the others.
I sat on the bed and looked out the window. The grounds were magnificent and there was a long grassy banking with a stream at the foot of it. Mature trees cast a shade over the grass. A perfect place to sit, I thought to myself. I turned my thoughts to plucking up the courage to undress and go downstairs. I took my clothes off and folded them in the chair beside my single bed. There was a lovely deer antler which served as a hanger for my shirt. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was carrying a few pounds round the waist but still looked attractive for my age. I took a long breath, a final glance out the window and walked towards the door and down the stairs. The voices were coming from along the corridor so I followed the voices and found myself in a huge kitchen. I smiled and introduced myself.
There were seven men, some sitting at a large table and others standing. All were nude and all of us over forty. Our host, Mark, was at the stove, cooking our supper. He waved to me and invited me to sit down. I placed my towel on the bench and sat down. One guy, who introduced himself as John, shook my hand and poured me a glass of wine. We were just waiting for our last guest, the one who I was sharing a room with. He arrived just as we were sitting down to our meal. He dashed upstairs and returned naked, and took a seat on the bench beside me. He introduced himself as Ronnie and apologised for being late, 'train trouble', he explained.
The evening went well, we had retired to the lounge where a wood burning stove lit up the room with a low light. I relaxed on a chair and sipped on a brandy, listening to the music in the background. This was lovely, I thought. Good company and, as the brandy lightened my mood, a little erotic. Here I was with nine men, all of us naked and I found it liberating and exciting. I hadn't been with another man since I was a student thirty years ago and that was just a grope. This was something I had never experienced before and I was enjoying it. There were two couples and the rest of us were single. I watched one of the couples as they sat beside each other, holding hands and chatting. They looked perfectly at ease. I wondered how many more couples there would be before the weekend was over. I was aware of a stirring in my groin as I thought about it.
It was almost midnight and I was feeling quite tipsy with the brandy. I needed to go to bed. I thanked everyone for a most enjoyable evening and went upstairs to bed. I had only just settled under the duvet when Ronnie walked in. He smiled as he made his way to his bed, in the opposite corner of the room. He got into bed.
We chatted casually, he explained he was gay and had come to the retreat to experience some freedom from inhibition. I told him about my divorce and that I also was here to relax and experience something. As he spoke, I was casually stroking my cock, aware that I was quite turned on at the thought of being surrounded by so many naked men. I told Ronnie this, how I was nervous and excited at the same time. I told him about my one experience with a guy where we just touched each other's cocks one drunken night when I was a student. He asked me how I enjoyed it. The more I thought about it the more excited I became. I had never had the inclination or opportunity to be with another man, until now.
Ronnie was very interested in that one experience of mine. He explained that he was also single and was hoping to meet someone on the weekend retreat. A wave of excitement ran through my body. I had honestly not thought about guys sexually in all that time. Not until now. And I thought about what this weekend might bring. Ronnie broke the ice and came right to the point. 'Would I like a back rub before going to sleep'?
