Bobby's study contained three suitcases and a couple backpacks. They were ready for their flight tomorrow for a two-week vacation to the Caribbean. After that we would fly to New York City for a little more than a week.
The boys were up at 5:30 a. m. and followed their usual routine of exercise and breakfast. I struggled to wake up myself. To hell with the exercises today. I was only going to have coffee and bypass Bobby's health food _s_h_i_t_. There would be something to eat on the plane that's more traditional and has to taste better.
An airline shuttle bus picked us up right on schedule and took us to LAX for our flight to St. Martin Island in the Caribbean. We had three first class tickets. I made sure Steve and Bobby sat in front of me. That way I could drink Bloody Marys and eat without getting a lecture from a 16-year-old. It's OK for me to lecture him, but I can't stand it when he does it to me.
The boys were extremely excited about this trip. They were headed for a two-week stay at Club Orient on the French side of the island. It's a nude resort.
Their experience with nudity has only been in our backyard and at secluded coves along Lake Mojave. Now they would be able to dine at a nude restaurant, play tennis and volleyball in the nude, walk the beach in the nude, and be around people who may be dressed while they're in the nude. "Cool, man!" They can do some of these things at home, but it's not the same as in public.
This will be my sixth trip to Club Orient. I love the place. Forget those Hyatt resorts, those huge formal places where I just can't seem to kick back and relax.
In all my trips to Club Orient, I rarely saw teenage boys. Young kids were there. But adolescents were a rare find at the place when I vacationed. I suspected that teenage boys might find too much _s_e_x_ual stimulation and be self conscious walking around all day with erections.
Nude resorts are not designed for _s_e_x_ual stimulation. Going without clothes is just a natural thing to do; everyone is equal. Many of the nicest and unpretentious people I've met have been at nude resorts. I tried to make that clear to the boys. Don't stare at people. Don't take pictures of people without their permission. Always be friendly.
Fortunately I'm in a position to provide a backup plan if the stimulation is too great or the boys want a secluded place to stay for some specific play.
I rented a luxurious villa named Wit en Blauw (White and Blue) on Pelican Key on the Dutch side of St. Maarten. It's a three and a half bedroom, three and half bath villa with a glistening cerulean blue tiled roof. It has colorful furnishings from international designers and has a true Caribbean decor.
I've rented this villa most of the time I've been on the island. It gave me an opportunity to have private parties away from the small bungalows at Club Orient. This villa has a broad sweep of decking stretching across the beachfront and includes gazebo, Jacuzzi and pool, whose underwater bar stools invite guests to lounge with a favorite refreshment and enjoy spectacular sunsets.
Wit en Blauw villa has overflow sleeping capacity in its reading library with full service cable TV, over 50 video movies, gourmet kitchen and exquisite dining and living room areas. You can sun in the nude on the private balcony. A beautiful beach is just a few steps down from the deck.
There's a separate caretaker's home on the property housing maid and gardener, and the entire premises are enclosed by wall and gate for maximum privacy and security.
It cost me $9,000 to rent the villa for two weeks during the low season. I hoped we would use Club Orient the most, but I'm sure we'll find time for this place.
I arranged for sail boat trips to other islands and a host of activities that would keep the boys very happy.
We arrived at the airport on Simpson Bay, Dutch side. I rented a car and we drove a short distance south to Pelican Bay just east of Simpson Bay and our villa Wit en Blauw. I showed the boys around and checked in with the caretakers and received the key to the front gate. The boys were impressed, but they were anxious to get to the Club.
"Let's go, Dad, before it gets too late."
"Too late for what, son? This is a vacation. What's the hurry?"
"Ah, Dad, we want to see the Club before we get too old and senile. Let's go."
I drove north on one of the few main island roads passing the quaint little town of Orleans where we picked up provisions and drove onto the turnoff a short distance later to Club Orient.
We checked in at the main entrance. I had reserved a prime Beach Chalet for $215 per night (low season) for two weeks. It was the best unit with air-conditioning right on the beach and not too far from Papagayo restaurant and the water sports rental area. It's a freestanding bungalow with a separate bedroom, living room with two sofa-beds, fully equipped kitchen and bathroom. Its size is 560 square feet. I gave the bedroom to the boys. I would use the sofa bed. This would give me the greatest peace and quiet. The lover boys could do whatever they wanted while I drank beer on the front porch and watched the beach and Orient Bay.
I drove slowly along the dirt road past the mini suites and garden chalets to our unit on the beach and parked behind the bungalow. The boys were wide eyed looking at all the nude people casually walking the roads and waving to us.
"Steve, remember what to do if you get a hard-on in public. Susan taught us we should use our index finger and thumb and flick the ding dong hard enough it goes limp. I'll demonstrate on your little winnie when we get inside."
Steve looked at Bobby and seriously thought about slugging the kid.
"Thank you very much, pal, but I'll handle my own ding dong when the time comes. You handle your little winnie-pooh."
I have traveled the world and vacationed with men. I would trade any of those vacations for my time with these two. Everything is new to them. Every experience is a first time event. And, most important, they find humor in everything. I think this is going to be my best Club Orient trip ever.
When the car stopped, the boys ran out and into the bungalow.
"Hey, boys, get back here and help me unpack."
They didn't hear a word. They were stripping off their clothes from the car to the bungalow. The boys came outside naked and helped me with the bags and provisions we bought in Orleans.
"Dad, we can unpack later. Let's go out and explore this place. Please come along and show us the sights. You gotta get naked, Dad."
I took off my clothes and grabbed three towels.
"You should always carry a towel, especially when using the restaurant and bar."
They didn't want to carry anything. A towel to them meant some form of clothing. I was left to carry three towels.
The boys ran south along the beach toward the water sports area and the Papagayo restaurant. There were a lot of people around, and the boys wanted to be around people. The boys kept looking for kids their age. I told them they would probably be disappointed. Nevertheless, they had hope.
To my surprise and mostly theirs, they did not have erections when they came around the clusters of naked people.
Steve is a little shy. But Bobby does not know a stranger when he feels his environment is not threatening.
By the time I caught up with them, Bobby was introducing himself to everyone who cared to meet him and some who probably didn't. He asked questions and told jokes — nothing off color. He was like a politician working the crowd. His boyish good looks, smile and humor made him some immediate friends. Unlike me, when Bobby is introduced to someone, he looks them straight in the eye and repeats their name several times during conversation. During this entire trip, I guarantee he will not forget the name of someone he has met.
The Papagayo restaurant and bar were partially open air and had a beautiful view of Orient Bay. The boys sat at the bar and drank Cokes. I had a beer. The kids were checking out people and bouncing around on their seats with such excitement and an enthusiasm that they would not allow anything to spoil this vacation. People they had met came over to the bar. Some challenged them to tennis tomorrow; others challenged them to volleyball. They boys scheduled the challenges.
The water sports rental area was still open. They had to know everything they could rent and all the toys to play with. Back at the bar, they were planning out activities for the next day.
Surprises of surprises. They saw two teenage boys their same age or thereabouts and quickly introduced themselves. These kids were naked, tanned, trimmed and beautiful. Steve and Bobby didn't care if these kids were gay or straight, and they had no intention to ask. They wanted some playmates. The other boys wanted the same and seemed relieved there were two of their kind on this beach populated mostly with adults and some little kids.
Their new friends were fifteen and slightly past sixteen. They were brothers with their parents and had been to many nudist camps since they were little kids. They were also traveling with their two younger sisters, who to them, were complete pains in the ass. Seeing Bobby and Steve gave them hope that this would be a wonderful vacation.
The boys were all the same size and made a very beautiful foursome. Each thought they had died and gone to heaven. Their new friends had been to the Club before and wanted to show Steve and Bobby around. All four naked boys ran off down the beach and to wherever. I enjoyed several beers and renewed my friendship with the bartender.
They were not too far down the beach when they went in and out of the water splashing each other and wrestling on the sand all in front of dozens of people sunning themselves. For sure, the next two weeks at this resort would be lively with these four naked teenagers running all over the place.
We had our evening meal at Papagayo's feasting on some European dishes: all nine of us naked. Most of the people in the restaurant were nude. We dined with the boys' new friends Zach and Ty; their parent's Bill and Bev and their two daughter's Shanna and Jean.
The family lives in Tampa. Bev is a grade school teacher; her husband Bill is an engineer for the city. They were housed at the Club in a mini-suite a short distance from the beach. I thought this trip is costing them a bundle that must take many months to save for. I decided to put their trip costs at the Club on my tab. They balked, calling it charity.
"Please let me do this, Bill. Use your money for some important things back home."
"Don't worry Bill, my Dad can well afford this. Let's have lots of fun together."
That night my two lover boys were exhausted from the trip, jet lag and playing. But it didn't stop them from some lovemaking before turning in at nine.
At six the next morning, Steve and Bobby were jogging in the nude down Orient Beach. On their way back to the Club, Zach and Ty joined in the run. They started snooping around Papagayo looking for something to eat. Bobby was beside himself with frustration at seeing the menu with items like bacon and eggs, French toast, pancakes, etc.
"Don't you have anything healthy to eat in this place?"
Zach and Ty were a little confused with Bobby's outburst. Steve was relieved that he didn't have to suffer the health _s_h_i_t_ for the next two weeks. He was beginning to hate it as much as I do.
"Maybe we'll fatten you up a bit, Bobby."
"I don't want to fatten up my arteries, Steve."
Bobby had to give in and eat; he was starving. He signed the check, and the four were off to play tennis and volleyball with their adult friends.
I slept in but got to the restaurant about nine. Without Bobby present I could have a Bloody Mary and real food without a health lecture. Boy, was this going to be a great vacation for me.
Bobby treated his friends to a professional massage at the Club's fitness center. Then they were off to rent jet skis and snorkeling equipment.
The days were going by fast, too fast. I insisted that the four boys at least put on bikinis and T-shirts or tank tops for a ride to Phillpsburg for some sightseeing and shopping. Along with Bill and Bev and the girls we went to Wit en Blauw, our villa, for lunch. I had it catered by the Satatoga, my favorite French restaurant located at the Simpson Bay Yacht Club. The adults were very impressed with the place and its beauty. They had never seen anything like this.
While there, Bobby spent sometime inspecting the place. I watched him eye and touch the white columns that separated the open air living room from the terrace and the beautiful view of the Caribbean. I know this boy too well. So does Steve. We both imagined that Bobby was trying to figure some sort of slave, punishment, whipping _s_e_x_ scene in this place. The Club was too confined and the bungalows too close together to allow for serious play. This villa had some real possibilities. Bobby could imagine himself being the whipping boy to some Arab Sheik in a palace. Steve and I made a bet to see how long it would take Bobby to give up a few hours at the Club to come here to play.
The next day was out for fantasy play in the "Sheik's Palace." I arranged a special charter on the Tiko-Tiko, the Club's Fidji 39 catamaran for a nude sailing party. The boat carries twelve passengers plus its crew, Guillaume and Philip. Along with the nine of us, I invited another couple and a bachelor we met on the vacation.
We sailed to the island Tintamare and had lunch on the beach catered by the Club. The rest of the afternoon was sailing toward Scrub Island and a distant view of Anguilla and St. Barths before heading back to the Club.
The boys had a ball playing on the boat. They each took turns sailing. Bobby stood by some rope rigging with his hands over his head clutching the rope and his back to the rest of us. Steve and I looked at each other and high fived knowing that Bobby was deep in another fantasy seeing himself being punished with a whipping by the Captain for disobedience aboard ship. That evening in the bungalow Steve and I talked to Bobby about what we observed.
"You guys, you know me too well. That's exactly what was going through my mind. Those were the fantasies I was having. I know how to pull one off at the villa. But I can't figure how to do one on the boat. Dad, do you know how to sail that catamaran?"
"Forget it, son. Stick to the 'Sheik' scene at the villa."
"But, Dad, that boat scene would be so much fun. I could be whipped, walk the plank, all sorts of things I've seen in the movies and read in books. Remember 'Mutiny on the Bounty,' you could be Captain Bligh."
Steve and I both laughed. Bobby was disappointed but joined in the laughter. He was so stubborn that he wasn't going to give up on the boat scene until all possibilities were exhausted. Steve and I knew we had several days left of the vacation to listen to Bobby's various insane plans that would never work. Nevertheless, it was fun to listen to him plan. He was so serious.
The next day following the usual morning routine, the four boys headed to their favorite snack shop for drinks. This is literally a shack about a mile north of the Club on Orient Beach that serves drinks and junk snacks. Zach and Ty know what this shack represents. Bobby and Steve like the place for a soft drink on their beach route. The four were refreshing themselves when two busloads of tourists from some cruise line showed up. Zach and Ty started to laugh as Bobby and Steve looked on at a bit of shock as all these clothed people with cameras descended on THEIR beach.
It was funny that the older gray and purple-haired women stayed on the buses while their husbands went to the beach to see the NUDIES. Younger people of both _s_e_x_es descended on the shack with such a speed that Bobby and Steve didn't know what to think. Zach and Ty kept laughing at their friends' slight discomfort. Bobby and Steve did not want their pictures taken. The other two didn't care. This was old stuff to them.
There were adults all around them almost smothering them and laughing. Steve's shyness got in his way. But Bobby soon relaxed and joined in the fun of meeting all these people. The showman in him was coming out, and he posed for pictures along with the other boys. Bobby enjoyed this attention.
Zach, Ty and Bobby followed the crowd back to their buses. The old ladies on board were shocked at seeing these three naked teenagers. Some put their hands over their eyes. The boys had a good time spooking some of these people. Bobby wanted to know when other buses would be coming, this was so much fun.
I left Papagayo feeling a little tipsy from the Bloody Marys and beer and headed for our bungalow. All I needed was a nap before starting all over again at the bar. This vacation is allowing me to do things I can't do at home especially with that health freak son living with me.
I had no idea where the boys were. It would be nice to have the bungalow to myself. Surely they wouldn't waste time in that place with so many other things to do. Now that they've become the teenage riot gang roaming the Club, they wouldn't want me hanging out with them.
Slowly approaching the bungalow, I could see what appeared to be the gang sitting on the living room floor. I approached the building from the side and peaked in a window. My mouth went wide open.
The boys were playing "splooie." That's what we called it when I was a teenager. We all sat around in a circle and had a self stimulation masturbation party. The first boy to cum yelled "splooie." And that's what they were doing. And it appeared that they were having a lot of fun doing it, what with all the laughter and giggling. I can't disturb this scene. That would be cruel. I found a chaise lounge that was in a little bit of shade and laid down. I hoped they wouldn't be too long. They weren't.
"Dad, you can have the bungalow. We cleaned-up everything."
Bobby whispered that in my ear and laughed. Apparently he saw me from the window. The gang then went off for some water skiing. I got the bungalow and slept like a baby.
That evening Bobby, Steve and I were walking slowly to Papagayo for dinner with our friends. The boys were nude, but I decided to ware running shorts and a T-shirt. Sometimes that evening breeze from the Atlantic chills me a bit. The boys would do the nude scene even if there were the unlikely threat of snow.
"Dad, we only have two days left. I wish we could stay longer. We want to come back here again. How about Christmas vacation? Anyway, I'd like to do the 'Sheik' scene tomorrow at the villa. It can't be any longer than two hours from the time we leave here until we return. I'd love to invite Zach and Ty along, but I don't think they'd understand. They might find it interesting. But their parents would freak out, if they discovered what we did. And I don't want to spend too much time away from them as we end our vacation."
"It's fine with me," Steve said.
"Do you want me along? I don't know what part I'd play."
"Dad, you could be the 'Sheik.' Steve is your slave who punishes the whipping boy. Dad, you could ware a toga outfit or whatever Sheiks ware and barking out orders. I'm naked, tied between those two columns waiting to be whipped. Steve wares a _s_e_x_y loin cloth. Maybe we could put turbans on your heads."
We all laughed. I hugged Bobby's shoulders. His imagination was wild. I loved him so much for confiding his fantasies in me and wanting me to be a part of them and everything else in his life.
What he does with me, I could never in a million years do with my father. I don't mean the _s_e_x_ part. We were never close enough that I could confide in him about anything. He was so formal and distant I never felt comfortable calling him anything but Father, Dad would be out of the question. I can't recall my Father even calling me "Son." He always called me David but never Dave. I spent a lot of years in therapy over that man.
Bobby is so open about his feelings. He is totally at ease with himself and his relationship with me. The same is true about his friendships. People love him for his honesty and thoughtfulness. He'll do anything morally right and legal for any friend, and they know that. He's one great son, friend and human being.
"Son, I'll do whatever you want me to do. You guys plan your thing. Let's have dinner with our friends."
Papagayo was very crowded that night. We had reservations, and our friends were seated waiting. Bobby worked the crowd like a politician. I knew I'd be right. He knew everyone's name, looked them in the eye and talked to them one on one as though he'd known them all his life. The boy is not a phony, and the people could sense that. He had a genuine interest in them and what they had to say. I ordered dinner for him, because I knew it would be at least 20 minutes before he joined us. He had to shake hands and talk to everyone in the restaurant, and I mean everyone. In the short time he has been at the Club, I don't think there's a person whom he hasn't met or doesn't know about him. He definitely would win the Club's popularity contest, if there was one, for best guest.
The Dutch owners asked me if I would sign him on as a summer recreation director. Bobby led the other boys at times in creating games and play for children and adults that got most of the Club involved in doing things together. This kid loves children, and they immediately take to him. He'd make a great teacher and a fantastic parent. I'm sure Bobby would love that assignment. But I wasn't giving up my son during his Wonder Years to anyone. I never told him about the offer. He could do it during his college years but not his teenage years. I wanted him to myself for that short time of his life.
The next morning was the same routine. Bobby and Steve got up early and jogged nude on the beach soon joined by Zach and Ty, also naked. They were jogging toward Papagayo for breakfast with Bobby grumbling all along the way about the unhealthy breakfast food. Zach was so tired of hearing Bobby complain that he slapped Bobby on his ass cheek. Of course Bobby liked that.
"You want to spank me, Zach?"
"When it comes to food, you are one complaining little son-of-a-bitch. Yea, you deserve a spanking."
"Yes, Bobby, you need a spanking. Don't you think so, Steve?" Ty joined in.
"I sure do. Let's whip his little ass. Maybe he'll shut-up and stop complaining."
Steve was laughing to himself and wondering how Bobby was going to handle this and the obvious erection that was showing on his friend.
Bobby thought this was too good to pass up. He had to take advantage of it or lose the opportunity. How should he handle it? Think quickly!
"OK, if I'm that much of a nuisance to you guys, go ahead and spank me. I dare you."
Bobby ran off down the beach with the other boys following in hot pursuit. He wasn't trying to really avoid his buddies. He wanted to challenge them, all along knowing that he'd willingly give in.
Ty tackled Bobby easily, too easily. The three boys picked up Bobby and carried him over to some rocks. Zach sat on a large rock while Ty and Steve placed Bobby over his knee.
"Bobby, you have a hard on. You think this is going to be fun. I'll spank your butt just like our Dad spanks us."
Bobby thought he'd died and gone to spanking heaven. This is just too good to be true.
Some early morning joggers were running by and saw Zach whipping Bobby's ass. They looked at the scene in amusement. They knew the boys very well from the Club. One jogger said:
"Go to it Zach. Spank Bobby really good."
Bobby thought that God had blessed him. This is more than the boy ever dreamed would happen. It was fantastic fun, and the news would travel the Club if more joggers went by. A dozen more did (men and women), and they all knew the boys very well. They kept yelling out:
"Go to it Zach! Give one for me."
Zach's hand tired a bit, and Steve and Ty took over with zeal. Bobby remained on Zach's knee while the other two took turns spanking the boy. In all he got 30 spanks, some light, some hard, but enough to give a red glow to his very tan butt. And, more important, he received a stinging sensation that would last through breakfast, and everyone at Papaygao would see his red butt. Many would know how he got it. Bobby loved that.
"Bobby, you little bastard, you creamed my legs. So that spanking turned you on. Well, here's five more that shouldn't," Zach said.
The boys were all laughing seeing Bobby standing and rubbing his ass. Zach ran out to the water to wash off Bobby's cum. Bobby loved every bit of this.
"Can we go eat now, Bobby," Ty said?
"Yea, you guys win. I'll try to be a good boy until tomorrow morning. You won't catch me then."
"If you complain about the food, you get another whipping," Ty said.
Bobby was thinking that he couldn't wait. He'd plan that tomorrow would be a beauty.
"That's a challenge, Bobby. Your ass is grass with us when it comes to breakfast. Papagayo has great food. If you complain, you get whipped," Zach yelled.
The boys ran down the beach to Papagayo. Bobby's ass was red and stinging. What a great way to start the day. He loved these boys more than they know.
They picked up their towels that they hid in a small corner of the restaurant. Carrying towels around like adults was a pain they couldn't be bothered with.
"Hey, Bobby, I heard you got a good spanking this morning from the boys. Let's see the damage," said Claudette, the waitress.
Bobby gladly showed her his red butt. Five other people in Papagayo looked, clapped and laughed. The boys sat ordering breakfast.
"If you complain, Bobby, we'll whip you right here in the restaurant," Ty said laughing.
Bobby thought for a moment that would make a neat scene. But, then, he might be overdoing it showing that he really did want a spanking.
The boys talked about their plans for the day. What kind of play should they do? Aren't vacations nice? Bobby still wanted to sneak in his "Sheik" scene. How to do it gracefully by losing Zach and Ty for a couple hours was a big problem.
Steve knows his best buddy too well. He had to keep an eye on him to make sure he didn't make a fool of himself. There would be others coming into the restaurant who saw or heard about the spanking and might want to see Bobby's butt. Since Bobby is not a normal teenager when it comes to expessing himself in a nudist resort, Steve had to look out for the boy. He knew that Bobby would forget to look out for himself.
Sure enough, more people arrived who saw the spanking on their jogging run. They all wanted to tease the boy. Since Bobby is not your normal teenage boy on things like this, they sensed that he would not be embarrassed by their remarks.
Steve looked down and saw Bobby's very erect organ. If the kid stood up to show his butt and that _c_o_c_k_ stood out like a telephone pool, Bobby would be embarrassed. So, Steve took his thumb and index finger and flicked Bobby's dick so hard the kid nearly jumped out of his seat. Bobby looked at Steve first in pain, then shock and then with eyes that could kill. Zach and Ty didn't have a clue what was going on. Bobby rose from his seat and displayed the so-called "damage" from his punishment. His _c_o_c_k_ was as limp as a wet noodle and stung a hell of a lot more than the spanking. There was more clapping and laughing. Bobby loved it. So did the boys. They were the teenage clowns of the Club. Good clowns who were a source of entertainment for the adults.
I didn't mind going to the villa for the "Sheik" scene. This was nearly the end of our vacation, and I needed to close out the place with the caretakers. We wouldn't be using it again. I told Zach and Ty to go water-skiing while I took Bobby and Steve to the villa.
The boys got "dressed up" in bikinis and we headed for the villa. Bobby made sure he had all his toys for the scene. Steve was in charge of photography. Arriving at the place, I stopped at the caretakers' house while the boys ran to the villa to ready their scene.
To receive my security deposit, the caretaker had a checklist and sign off sheet. He and I went to the villa for the final inspection. When we opened the front door, we looked straight ahead through the living room to the two pillars that separated the room from the terrace.
Bobby was naked with his back to us. His arms were stretched out with a wrist tied to each pillar and the same with his legs. The video camera tripod was setup. Steve was wearing a very small _s_e_x_y loin cloth and holding the light whip. He gave Bobby, "the whipping boy," another lash across the back.
"Boys, the caretaker and I have to have a final walk through before signing off the villa."
Steve turned around with a look of shock on his face. I thought the kid might go into cardiac arrest at any moment. He literally collapsed into a chair. His face was as red as an evening sunset. The boy was totally embarrassed. He tried to cover his face with his hands, but was so nervous he didn't seem to know what to do with his hands.
"Oh, _s_h_i_t_, Dad!"