A year or so back I decided to take a few days off work to stay at a gay guest house north of the city. It was a small affair, only 5 bedrooms, but was on it's own private lake. The seclusion was what I was desperate for, and was very much looking forward to a relaxing weekend.
I arrived at the house on Thursday evening, and was greeted by Matt, who owned the place. He looked to be in his early 50s or maybe late 40s and was wearing a loose fitting tank top that did little to cover him up. His salt and pepper chest hair poured out of the top. He checked me in helped me take my bags to my room. The house was a U shape, with three bedrooms on each side (one was for the owners, and 5 guest bedrooms) and at the bottom of the U a dining room and living room and kitchen, and then in the courtyard there was some lounge areas and then a path that led straight out to the dock.
As I put my stuff down he told me about the other guests. One couple, both in their 50s, and another single traveler who was also in his 50s. It seemed like I would be the baby of the group (I was 21 at the time). This didn't really bother me. Although I definitely have a thing for older men I wasn't at this place to have sex, I just needed a weekend off.
Matt then explained the rules of the place to me. As it was their own private lake we were more than welcome to go skinny dipping and to take kayaks out to the few islands that dotted the area. He said quite often some of the guys choose to walk around naked, but that I need not feel like I have to take my clothes off (after all, he was wearing clothes). The place was also open to sex. Matt explained that guests were allowed to have sex wherever they liked around the house or property. He told me that I had missed dinner but there was plenty left over if I was hungry.
After that Matt left me to unpack. After I threw on a pair of shorts and a shirt and went out to the deck where all the other guests were. I saw Matt chatting with three other men and he beckoned me over and introduced me to everyone.
There was Tom, Matt's husband, and Adam and Liam, who were the married couple. They told me that the other man who was staying, Gary, was on a evening kayak paddle around the lake before it got dark.
This place was definitely daddy central. Tom was huge, a true bear of a man. Although he only stood an inch or two above my height of 6', he was at least 200lbs, and covered in hair. He had a big bushy beard and thick, dark hair covered most of his body. He was wearing only a speedo which seemed to struggle to contain his bulge. Compared to this, Matt looked tiny. By this time he had lost his shirt so I could get a better look at him. He was about the same height as me, maybe a tiny bit taller, and, although not as hairy as his husband, still had an impressive amount of fur.
Adam and Liam, who were in front of me, were both in the nude. Neither of them cut the finest of figures, but they were well into their 50s, and were still very handsome. Adam was shorter, about 5'10", and Liam about 6'1". Adam had a few sprayings of grey hair across his chest, but was relatively smooth, while Liam was almost as hairy as Tom. But what really caught my attention was the weapons dangling between their legs. Both were huge. They both hung about 5 inches down and were thick. Standing between these men I could feel myself getting hard.
Luckily there was nothing sexual in the air, and we just continued chatting. Then I noticed someone pull up to the dock, that must be Gary. He pulled the kayak onto the shore and then sauntered over to us. He was also stark naked, and seemed to be the king of the place. Came over and shook my hand and introduced himself. He was taller than me by a couple inches, and although not as big as Tom, still could maybe do with losing a couple pounds. But he exuded confidence. He was also hairy, covered in the perfect amount of salt and pepper hair, which formed a thick pelt around his chest and then drew the eye down to a big bush which surrounded his impressive package. He seemed to be the biggest here. His cock hung down about 6 inches and like everyone else, was thick.
It seems I didn't get the memo that in order to stay here you need to be hairy and have a giant cock, but no one seemed to mind my presence. Gary excused himself to freshen up and I went to lay down on a lounger to read for a bit before turning in. After a couple minutes Gary returned from his room, still naked, and came over to sit down with me.
We struck up some small talk until he asked, "why do you still have your clothes on? You should really take them off, it's very freeing."
"I guess I'm just not super comfortable with being naked around other people." I replied
"Oh come on!" Gary said, "You're easily the best looking of all of us here. You've got the best body, you have nothing to be worried about! We're all men, we all have the same parts."
He was right really, I had absolutely no reason to be embarrassed. If anything, I should be confident. I was younger and had a better body than everyone here. I might have a smaller cock than them all (mine was about 6 inches fully hard) but who cares, these guys didn't seem like the type to care.
