The Stripping of Honeypot

The Stripping of Honeypot 2

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THE STRIPPING OF HONEYPOT

By Willie B Florida
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PART TWO

Deb and I go back to the condo to freshen up, but end up having sex. Unspoken between us is how hot it has been seeing the twin ‘tweens on the nude beach. After showering a second time we pick up a bottle of wine and some ice cream and head to the condo of our new acquaintances. Angie opens the door.

"Come on in. Everyone's out back on the patio. Tom's got the grill going. Karl's getting his massage." She laughs. "You knew he was going to figure out how to go first, right? The twins are staying in this room and we're in here. You can undress and leave your clothes on the bed. The bathroom's here if you need to freshen up."

Deb hands her the bottle of wine. “I hope you don’t mind. We brought ice cream, too. I hope you like maple pecan?”

"Thank you!" Angie replies. "Join us on the patio when you're ready, right through the French doors in the living room, and I'll pour you drinks."

The patio is not very deep and runs the full width of the condo unit. Tom has the grill set up to our right and Angie appears to have set up a full mini-bar on a table nearby. Karin is pulling herself out of what was either a small lap pool or hot tub, water sluicing off her tanned skin. On the far side of the pool a burly man with a barrel chest and muscular arms is working his hands into Karl's prone body. The masseur wears one of those modern kilts--khaki with sharp pleats, lots of pockets and a belt--and is bare from the waist up. His arms and chest are covered with a generous pelt of reddish brown hair. A slightly grayer version of same is neatly cropped on his head. Karl lies face down on the massage table and his skin glistens with a generous coating of oil.

"Let me get you some drinks," Angie interrupts my quick perusal of the scene, "and I'll let you and Tom catch up," she directs at me. "We girls will get better acquainted, too!" she addresses my wife as she pulls her daughter alongside her own naked body and gives her a squeeze.

"How'd your brother manage to go first?" Deb asks the girl.

Karin grins. "Easy. I get ten extra minutes!"

"Ah!" My wife nods. "Was that your plan from the beginning?"

Karin's eyes twinkle mischievously. "Maybe."

Drink in hand I head over to the grill where Tom is massaging some steaks in a fresh bath of marinade. We exchange pleasantries and delve into the intricacies of grilling. Stereotypical guy talk. I don't know how good I am at it, but I try for the sake of being sociable.

After perhaps ten minutes of this I look back down the patio and sprout a near instant erection. Karl is now on his back and the masseur is running his hands down the full length of the boy's torso and then stroking the boys lengthening penis, hand over hand, straight upwards. I looked away quickly and then back again. The boy's back arches up from the table to follow the upward strokes.

"Damn!" I exclaim softly. "I'm sorry," I apologize, suddenly aware that I am sprouting a full erection while staring at this man's son.

"Not to worry," Tom laughs. "That's the benefit of going naked, right? Get hard when you like. Besides, the girls are enjoying the view. Take a look."

I glance over toward where my wife, Angie and Karin are talking away. Indeed, they are looking right over at us two guys--the both of us sporting long fully erect boners.

"So," I resume lamely, "The masseur, I mean, your son . . . ?"

"He loves it! I mean, you will, too! Everyone gets a turn this evening. Y'all will just have to go ahead of me, though. I have to 'man' the grill 'til these babies are done."

"Sure, sure," I murmur. The thought of being on that table with those strong hands running up my body fills me with more than excitement. I know very well the pleasures of an erotic massage. On the other hand, I am quite committed to keeping confusion out of my marriage. Past boundaries have been vague and communication poor. Things I had thought completely normal, like getting a guy to massage my body to the point of ecstasy, had not always gone over very well. I am grateful that Deb and I are now on an even keel and I want to keep things that way.

I look over to see the masseur twisting Karl's young penis like he is trying to unscrew it from his body, and then cupping his hand over the glans like he is squeezing an orange. The boy has his eyes closed and is clearly in a world of his own pleasures.

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"This massage therapist, masseur, where . . . I mean how . . . I mean, you can't just Google that can you?" Deb stammers.

"Oh, it's a really embarrassing story," Angie giggles. "You know swingers. Really nice people, as friendly and generous as can be."

"Sure," Deb responds vaguely, not sure what swingers have to do with it.

"Tom and I aren't into that sort of thing--the swapping--but I understand that among consenting adults, well, that's what they're into."

"Right."

"Well, we came down here, rented the condo. Our goal on this vacation is to leave with the kids completely adjusted to being naked. Tom and I have always enjoyed massages, but we wanted the kids to experience it nude. It's legal in Florida--at least for adults--but it isn't easy to figure out which massage therapists are down with it."

"Yeah, I always thought it awkward to ask," Deb concurs.

"So we saw this ad on Craig's list for a nude massage swap evening. Everyone gives a massage, everyone gets one. We thought, cool, we'll check it out. So we go to the address and it's someone's house and we knock on the door."

"That was brave of you. I mean, you didn't know the people at all?"

"No. We figured we'd check out the vibe first.”

"Okay."

"It turns out it was more than a massage swap."

"Oh?"

"Oh, yeah!" Angie pokes her daughter in the side. "They couldn't believe we were going to let our kids participate."

"They were all soooo old," Karin moans.

"And you were so young," Angie replies matter of factly. "Well, after everything became crystal clear we made our apologies and were getting our clothes back on . . . "

"Oh my G-d! You'd already undressed? The kids, too?"

"Of course, they showed us to a little room to get ready, and we were expecting to be doing nude massages. Of course the twins were naked--that was the whole point!"

"Right."

"Anyway, we were getting our clothes back on in the changing room and this woman--really swingers are the nicest people--comes in and says, 'You really are just looking for a massage, aren't you? You poor dears.' We confirmed, that yes, we were looking for someone who could work on all four of us--but particularly our kids--who was willing to do it undraped. That's when she gave us Robin's name--yes, that's Robin working on Karl over there."

We all look at Karl who is by now arched back nearly into a backbend with his erect penis being drawn straight up toward the sky.

"You'll just be amazed at what that man can do,” Angie says. “Regular massage, erotic massage, you name it. He's a gem.”

"I'll say!"

"Oh, don't take my word for it!" Angie exclaims. "You'll get your turn this evening, too!"

"It is so yummy!" Karin confirms. "My turn's next."

"Tom's got to go last; he's working the grill," Angie says, "But listen, you've simply got to experience watching your man get the treatment."

We all look over at the men's hard erections.

"Pretty hot, right?" Angie nudges me.

"Yeah . . . "

"I'm serious, you'll love watching. Robin will get the kids off all the way." Karin rolls her eyes in pleasure at her mother's remark. "But, he'll bring us adults just to the edge. Then we get to go off and have our fun with our partners later. Makes everything super, super hot!"

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NEXT INSTALLMENT: Part Three Begins . . .

Karin takes her brother's place and the boy joins us adults around the grill. His skin glows with excitement and his erect penis throbs straight up against his torso.

"She's a screamer," Angie informs us. "It won't be long now."

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