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These are the teens who showed up at Camp Nackt Freiheit on the Greyhound Bus.
The one that matches Austin the closest is the slender athletic one on the right side of photo.
I wonder what kind of skills these kids might display for a Talent Show.

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The Talent Show
Chapter 21. Richmond Starts His Act


After the weirdness of the two teen moms making cheese from their breastmilk, with me being volunteered to be a jar shaker, the Talent Show performances became a little ho hum. It didn't say it anywhere, but the show only has kids participating in it. One guy did soccer ball tricks
using a basketball. Two girls did a duet of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow". The only talents I was focusing on were how hot looking the various
girls are and wishing the camp did a Beauty Contest.

My number in the show is at the 13th performance, in which I'll be singing "A Country Boy Can Survive", the Hank Williams Jr. song, along with
playing the guitar. I decided to make one small change to the lyrics, changing the words to "A Naked Boy Can Survive". I didn't care if the
audience liked the song or how well I sang it. I only wanted to get through it using the guitar to cover myself with. When it was time for
Richmond and June to do their act they take the stage after a table and a large cardboard box are placed front and center. Richmond pulls out
of the box a black cape, a top hat, and a black plastic stick.

"I am Manrique the Magnificent", Richmond says. "I will perform two magic tricks. First, my sister will get into the box."

The box is so large that Richmond picked her up to help her get into it. Standing in the box, the cardboard comes up to her bellybutton. I
couldn't figure out what the purpose of the table behind the box is for.

"I will close this box, trapping my sister inside...and then I will make her...disappear."

The audience applauds, and some smarty pantsed punk kid says, "Don't bring her back." Maybe that boy has been on the receiving end of a joke
or prank that June tricked him with, and the punk kid is still bitter about it.

The flaps are closed on the box. Richmond waves the wand in small circles. "Abracadabra...girlus gonus in totalus."

Richmond pulls the flaps open, turns the box down to show everyone that it is empty. June is gone! I have no idea how they did it. The audience claps their hands with great enthusiasm. Even I'm clapping my hands. Richmond sets the box upright again.

"I will do a second magic trick, but first I need a volunteer. I only need a guy this time. Now who is it going to be?"

Richmond scans the crowd. Several boys raise their hands. I'm not one of them. Imagine my surprise when Richmond points at me.

"Thanks for volunteering, Austin. Come on up here."

I tried to refuse, but Mrs. Sherman told me to get up there and don't be a party pooper. I go up on the stage like I did before, holding my hands in front of my crotch. I hear some laughing from a few of the kids.

"Austin will also get into the box, but don't worry...I'm not going to make him disappear."

Manrique the Magnificent helps me get into the large box. The top of the cardboard is several inches below my bellybutton.

"Put your dick up against the box" Richmond whispers to me. He then takes a knife, which I have no idea where that came from, and he cuts a round hole into the cardboard. After the hole is made he again whispers to me, "Stick your dick through the hole."

I don't like this. I want to go back to my seat and wait my turn to do an act I'm at least semi-comfortable doing. But I'm already on the stage.
Getting stage fright and chickening out means all the kids will be pestering me for the rest of the day. I didn't see a good way out of this,
so reluctantly I moved my body forward and slipped my dick through the hole in the box.

The attention level of the audience picks up when they see my dick poking through the hole cut into the side. Only the people in the front
rows can see it clearly I'm sure, since it sticks out only a couple inches due to being completely soft at the time. I've been able to keep my
arousal at bay, even though I've been looking at some fairly hot chicks doing their talent tricks.

"Ladies and Gentlemen...I shall perform a feat of levitation. I shall attempt to make this penis stand up. Only the force of my magic power
will make the erection happen."

'What the...' I whispered out loud. The girls in the audience stand up and cheer. Most of the grownups appear to be laughing. What is the old
saying about volunteering? It's best to never volunteer for anything. Richmond has tricked me into showing my dick for the first time all day
at the camp, and now he wants me to pop a boner for everyone's entertainment? OH HELL NO...I'm not participating in that. My dick is limp
and it's staying that way.

Hilarious!

The Talent Show
Chapter 22. Hidden Surprise


"Put your hands on top of your head, Austin. No need to be touching anything. Don't want the audience here to think your dick levitates
because you were touching yourself in the box...Yes, that's it...hold your hands there."

Half hidden inside a large box, the part of me I most desperately tried to hide is now out in the open. My dick sticks through a hole in the box,
and the kids in the nearest rows are getting their best looks from their seated positions on their sitting towels. It was my worst fear of being
in a nudist camp, that other people would stare at my body. I know it sort of seems irrational, that I'm only one guy in a whole camp full of
naked people, so why would anyone focus their attentions on me?

Well...being part of this magic act now, everyone is looking right at me. Richmond, up on the stage next to me wearing a top hat and a black
cape plans to use me to entertain the audience. He says he's going to make my dick rise up, levitate. I have no intentions of showing this
group of people my penis getting hard.

"It won't be long till it rises," Richmond is saying, as he continues to twirl his wand in small circles, while that wand is aimed right at my weenie.

Is he counting on my embarrassment causing another round of hardon issues? It is a reasonable expectation on his part, but I'm determined not
to give in.

Suddenly I hear sounds behind me. Behind me and downward the sound comes from. I also feel the box shaking, and I glance behind me. What
I see catches me completely by surprise. June, the magician's assistant in the first magic act Richmond did, is crawling into the box.

"Where did you come from?" I whispered. "And where did you disappear to?"

"There is a secret door in the box. I can open and close it to get into and out of this thing. After I scooted out of the box I hid under the table.
There are mirrors attached between the legs of the table. I can hide under there and everyone else only sees reflections from around the table."

I remember being highly impressed with the disappearing act. It was well thought out, and nobody saw a thing. I didn't see a thing till June
opened the backside of the box to crawl through.

"But why are you back in here with me?" I ask June.

She doesn't answer me. She does reach up from her crouched down position. I don't see her doing this, but I feel it when her hands touch my
body. June slides a hand along the inside of my leg, and she slid her hand all the way up. Next I feel that hand wrapping itself around my
balls.

"Cootchy cootchy cooo, I got a little surprise for you," June begins rubbing her other hand along the inner part of my thighs.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I whispered in desperation, wanting to back away from the front of the box. I wanted to pull my pecker back
through the hole and be done with this. June's body blocks any stepping back. June's hand on the balls switches over to tickling the area
behind the balls. Talk about cootchy cooo, my cock immediately began to stiffen.

I hear some murmurings from the audience. I look up toward the crowd. People are shielding their eyes, craning their necks. Younger kids
are rising to their feet.

June continues to tickle me in a place I've never felt fingers before. I've never been touched this way before by anyone, and though I can't see
it happening I sure can feel it. The response to the sensations is immediate.

"Levitatus Dicktus," Richmond is saying, as the tip of his wand nearly touches the tip of my rapidly rising penis. "Rise and be set free. Rise up...
rise up, I command it."

"Look at that. His penis is getting hard," a young girl in the front row says, as she points her arm.

"Ha ha, Richmond is making it levitate," a boy in the third row of campers adds. "It's starting to stand up."

June continues rubbing her fingers around my balls, and her other hand moves to my butt. She rubs my butt, squeezes first one cheek and then
the other.

June then got me even more excited. "After the show I'll jerk you off...if you want me to. I think you are really beautiful."

That did it alright. My erection went from sticking straight outward several inches to pointing straight upward, fully hard and fully elevated,
um...I mean levitated. I lean forward slightly so I can look down at myself, at my cock pointing up to the clouds.

Richmond raises his hands in triumph. The crowd roars their approval. Kids jump up and down excitedly.

"Wait, wait," comes the voice of a teenage girl. This girl comes toward the stage. I recognize her as the hot looking sixteen year old who
got a glimpse of me back at the see-saw. The girl stepping up onto the stage is Sashay. The crowd quiets down.

"I want to be sure there is no trickery. I want to find out if they used strings to pull his dick up like that."

Sashay doesn't believe the levitation is real, and she wants proof. "Be my guest, Sashay," Richmond says as he steps to the side. The teenage
girl comes close to the box, but she doesn't try to peer down into it. Her focuse is exclusively on my penis. Sashay pulls my erection down.
Grabbed it and yanked it down as far as it will go she did, then letting go my dick swung up with enough force to beat a loud note on the side
of the cardboard box..."Thump".

I still have my hands on my head. Richmond hasn't told me to move yet. The only thing moving is my dick, as Sashay pulls it down several times.
"Thump...thump...thump..." Then the teenager looks up to smile at me. She turns toward the audience to declare there are no tricks
to the levitation. Maybe Sashay was in on this from the beginning and knew the details of how it was all worked out. Maybe she knew about
June hiding in the box. Sashay returns to sitting in the crowd as the assemble campers cheer again.

Richmond helps me out of the box, and he turns me into an assistant. I'm made to close the flaps of the box so a third magic trick can be
performed. As I stand there next to the large box, my dick standing at attention not wanting to go down, the words to make June re-appear
are said by Manrique the Magnificent. June pops out of the box and together her brother and I help pull her out.

The crowd gives us a standing ovation, as the three of us on stage hold hands up in the air. The younger girls near the stage rush forward.
Each one of them wants to congratulate me by shaking hands with my hardon. Not surprisingly, it was Gertrude who got there first.

The Talent Show
Chapter 23. Same Old Requests and a New Challenge


Getting my balls and butt tickled in the box was the first time a girl touched me. Getting my penis grabbed and "shaked" by all the girls lined up
in front of the stage was the 2nd through the 10th time. There wasn't anything I could do to hide my erection. My dick was out and about and
ready for its walkabout. Richmond got his fair share of penile "handshaking" as well. Mrs. Sherman not only grabbed me to give the highlight of
the show (my hardon) a welcoming squeeze, she kissed me on both cheeks.

My performance came up shortly after, but I had no difficulty singing a song in front of the nearly 100 people in attendance including many teens
and pre-teens. Singing a country song, "A Naked Boy Can Survive", was easy in comparison to what I went through in the Magic Act or the after the performance rush by my new favorite fans to meet the new guy. It was my second meet n greet since I got to the camp, the first one where all of
me was seen and touched. I stayed hard for a while, while wondering if June really meant it about jerking me off. Maybe it was just a ploy to get
me excited and uplifted. Anyway, the song went off without a problem, and the crowd applauded nicely. However, the response was nothing like
what happened fifteen minutes earlier following the great levitation trick.

The rest of the show concluded with a few more fairly boring acts. The older lady came back on to congratulate every performer. She declared
the Magic Acts put on by Richmond, with assistance by June and Austin, to be "Best In Show". I had to go back up on stage with my two friends,
and receive a reward. Each of us got a little bronze colored medal attached to a blue ribbon. The old woman proudly presented us with our
medals, placing them around our necks. As I faced the audience, lifting the medallion upward, I was glad my penis was only partly hard, not
pointing all the way upward like it was following the levitation.

A group of kids gathered at the stage. They kept asking how the magic tricks were accomplished, how did June disappear and re-appear in
that box, how did they make my penis rise on command like that. Richmond graciously said he's pleased everyone liked the show, but he
refused to divulge any secrets. After a couple minutes the group scatters in different directions. Soon most of the audience has departed
from the front of the stage to go about whatever business they had. It appeared to me the business that all the adults had was to sit
around in chairs in the shade, or sit on chairs by the swimming pool, or sit on wooden benches next to the tennis courts. It seems the
main business of adult nudists was to sit and talk to other nudists while they watch the kids run around and play.

Mrs. Sherman came up to us. She seemed to be so happy her children had the best act in the show. She gave me a hug and told me "My kids
would not have won without your help, Austin. On the way back home tomorrow I plan to stop at the Schlotzsky's restaurant and you can order
whatever you want." Richmond's mom then told us to run off and have fun. She'll take the guitar to the car for safe keeping.

I feel a tug on my hand. I look to my right to see Gertrude gripping tightly to my hand.

"You ran off before we got to the best part of the playground. I wanted you to meet my friends. Will you take me to the jungle gym? No
running away this time."

I did feel a little guilty about running off on her like that, but I was still trying to keep a certain section of me covered and private. It
was being seen by others uncovered that had me worried. Now that the entire camp has seen me naked (with a hardon too) it would be
nothing but rudeness to turn the eager girl down.

"Okay, Gertrude. You're the boss," I told her, and she showed me her cute smile with rows of braces on her teeth. The freckled, red-headed
girl continues to grip my hand as we walk toward the playground area. This time Richmond and June tagged along.

Going past the swimming pool our group stopped for a moment to watch as two boys put sunscreen on two girls. I was struck by another round
of excitement as I watch these boys, who are no older than I am, massaging lotion onto the bare bodies of teens a couple years older. I was
astonished how they touched tummies and tits, and one boy ran his fingers tantalizingly close to a partially trimmed bush. I could feel myself
stirring once again, and I placed my hand over my dick.

My left hand is grabbed. I look to my left to see June has taken my arm.

"We let you get away with that earlier, Austin. But now you are one of us," June says.

Richmond joins in the telling of the rules of existence in a nudist camp. "If you pop a boner no big deal. Show it off proudly. The way yours
stands up so stiffly will make the others look at you. But remember, June, he's not completely one of us until the Camp Committee welcomes
him. I heard there is one other newbie here today. The Council agreed to do the Rite of Passage at the Jungle Gym. They should be gathering
there now."

With June holding one hand and Gertrude the other, I have a young, but lovely escort group to take me toward the playground. But what
Richmond said I find confusing.

"What is this Rite of Passage? Why do I have to face a council? Um...I want to go back to where your mom is."

"What's the matter, Austin. Don't you want to be one of us?" I hear this voice behind me. I turn my head to see Sashay has joined the group.

The Talent Show
Chapter 24. Miniature Thunderdome


I noticed a number of kids approaching the playground, coming from different directions. It's almost as if a secret message had gone out
everywhere in the campgrounds, that a gathering is to take place at a certain place and hour. Besides my buddies, Richmond and June, along
with the acquaintances I've made at the nudist resort, Gertrude and Sashay, a number of teens tagged along as we come near the see-saws.

Once again the twin thirteen year olds Dancer and Prancer are going up and down on the see-saw. As soon as our group approaches they hop off
to join the increasing numbers.

"Why is everyone showing up at the playground?" I ask Richmond since he seems to know everything that goes on at the camp.

"Since you and one other person are new to Camp Nackt Freiheit, all the young campsters want to welcome you."

"A welcoming committee? That's funny. I don't see any of the adults coming along."

"The adults know what's going on. Many of them had their welcoming ceremony here many years ago when they were our age. This camp has
been open since the 1960s. Some of us are third generation members. My grandmother has been coming here since 1970 I think it was."

Up ahead I see the Jungle Gym, the monkey bars and the wooden fort like structure. The number of teens and pre-teens gathered almost
equals how many I saw at the Talent Show. Bypassing the slides Richmond pulls me toward the monkey bars which are the largest I've ever
seen. Basically it has climbing rungs on all four sides, with an extensive area six feet above the ground. Already a dozen or so kids, mostly
boys, have climbed the top of the structure. They are whooping and hollering like a pack of monkeys. Other kids are lined up along the
perimeter, but nobody has walked underneath inside the open space.

Sashay pushes some smaller boys aside, clears the way. "Under the monkey bars, that's where you go, Austin."

I duck my head under a bar and enter the open space. A moment later a good looking teenage girl enters the space underneath the bodies of
the kids up top. The blond girl looks nervous, just as I am. It's sort of dark underneath them as they and the others block out much of the remaining sunlight. I feel uneasy about this. Standing next to another person in this confined area, looking around at the mob of children
surrounding the two of us, it makes me feel like I'm Mad Max in Beyond Thunderdome...and I'm inside the Dome.

It was so weird to look upward to see the balls and down hanging dicks of the boys who are lying face down on top of the bars above. If I had
a little mallet I could go about knocking quite a few boys on their ding dongs. That would give them something to yelp about. This other girl
and I are surrounded by what must be forty naked teenagers, and all of them are looking at me or at that other girl.

"What is this? What is going to happen here?" the other girl says, echoing my thoughts exactly.

Sashay steps into the open space. She raises her hands and the throng of wild monkey boys quiets down.

"We have two new visitors of Camp Nackt Freiheit to welcome into our membership. As you all know, the Camp Welcoming Committee is a
tradition that dates back to 1966. Here in the circle of our gathering is Austin, sponsored by Richmond, and Marigold, sponsored by Jennifer.
The two of you raise your hands in the air. Reach em high."

I look over at Marigold, and I can see we are both wary, knowing something is up and not knowing what it is. Marigold looks to be a couple
years older than me, maybe sixteen years old. She looks like a runner because her hips are kind of small rather than wide. Her breasts are
firm and on the small side. Maybe she is a tennis player. You don't see tennis players with huge hips and tits except for the American
Williams sisters whose prime years were a little before my time. Marigold looks more like those skinny Eastern European tennis girls who have
names not even the announcers can pronounce.

"Raise your hands," Sashay says in a strongly worded and stern fashion.

I raise up my hands. My hands go up past the bars, sticking up only a few inches away from the bare bodies of boys looking down at me. As
soon as Marigold raises her hands upward both of our arms are grabbed by the strong boys up above. I try to yank my arms back down but there
is no chance of it. It's like being caught in a giant mouse trap, a cage.

Marigold screams out, but the laughter of the mob drowns out her cries. Even if any adults were to hear the cries for help, I knew no help
would be coming. I remembered the words Richmond said, "The adults know what is going on." I feel bindings going around my wrists. Soon
my arms are tied to the metal bars overhead. I'm trapped and I can't get out, me and Marigold dangling naked in front a wild throng of Happy
Campers.

I don't know what kind of game this is, but if they've been doing this to visitors to the camp for over fifty years it can't be too bad, right?

A very interesting game in the making.

The Talent Show
Chapter 25. The Rite of Passage


Marigold and I, the two new people to visit the nudist camp, are bound by the wrists to the metal bars over our heads. All the young
campers have surrounded the monkey bars, holding onto the sides or sitting on the top. The campers leer at their captives, hungrily feasting
their eyes upon our naked flesh. Yes, every one of our captors is also naked, but for the moment that makes it all the more surreal and
bizarre.

Two large teens carrying some sort of trunk come up to the group. Opening this trunk they start passing out what appears to be water guns.
There are several types of these, at least twelve of them. Some get passed to the girls on the perimeter. Some are passed to the boys on top
of the Thunderdome. Hand pistols are given out to the younger campers and these little kids move close to take up position.

Both Marigold and I strain against our binding, while shouting at the mob to let us go. I can sort of figure out what is going to happen, but
nobody is saying why this is going to happen. Why this firing squad?

Sashay shushes everyone. It takes a few moments for her to get every kid quiet.

"The King and Queen of Camp Nackt Freiheit will be determined very soon. Every one of you here has participated in this ceremony. Remember,
no aiming at the face. Anyone I see shooting the face will be pulled aside for punishment. On my signal take aim and fire. Don't be a hog, pass
the gun to the next person. Everyone should get in on this."

Sashay raises her hands. The kids holding the water guns raise their weapons and take aim. The arms swing down and a deluge of water jets
hits my body. As instructed, none of them blasted me in the face, so I was able to see everything. From my chest to my crotch I got squirted
by six or seven big soakers and an equal number of smaller hand pistols. Twelve or more jets of water stings my skin, and not surprisingly, most
of the kids aimed for my balls.

I look over at Marigold and the same thing is happening to her. She is screaming and moving from side to side, trying to keep the jets of
water from pounding her on her exposed and vulnerable pussy. The boys on the top of the Jungle Gym aimed for Marigold's breasts. I can
imagine how much the high powered streams of water must have stung her nipples. I too am doing a dance, moving my body this way and that
way as the hard streams of water hit my most sensitive area. The weapons are passed around to kids who haven't done any shooting. After a
couple minutes the barrage is over. The water weapons are empty.

"Pass your weapons back over to the Pozderek twins," Sashay tells the firing squad. The water guns get passed back to be locked up in the trunk
again. "And now for what we came here to do today. To give the most warm, friendly, and intimate welcome to our guests."

Sashay steps up to me, and she places a hand on my face. "Soon you will be one of us. I envy you. This only happens once, and only those who
are fourteen years of age and over can become full members. These younger kids you see here can participate in a way, but they are mostly bystanders until they have reached the proper age where full membership can be granted."

I looked over at Richmond. "You are a member, but your sister isn't?"

"I have to wait till I turn fourteen. After that I can have my Rite of Passage," June says. "But I still have a chance to be Queen of the Camp."

Whatever this thing is, Sashay gets it moving again, "Silence. Silence. Everybody line up. The time is at hand for the great awakening, the great gift that only Austin and Marigold can give."

With only a few giggles by the girls breaking the silence, all the girls form a single file line in front of me. All the boys come down from above
to form a line in front of Marigold.

"Switching takes place at thirty second intervals. I will shout out twice per minute for changeover."

Looking at the older teen girl, I notice a sports watch on her left wrist. Sashay is looking at her watch, watching for the seconds to reach the
proper moment?

"And the time begins....now!"

The first girl standing in front of me kneels down, her knees going into the muddy earth. She grabs my dick. Stroking me she tugs and squeezes.
That girl is jerking my dick, trying her best to make me hard. I've been hard much of this afternoon, but the Thunderdome thing had me scared
soft. This girl is determined to wake it up again. She has my dick aimed right at her. If I was hard and came it would hit her right between
the eyes.

"Switch."

The girl in front of me stands up to move aside. The next girl in line takes her place, kneeling down. Again I'm jerked and squeezed. This second
girl tugs with one hand while she massages my balls with the other. I'm starting to get hard. I can see where this is going now...sort of. This
lineup of girls is to see which one can jerk me off?

I glance over at the lineup of boys in front of Marigold. The one directly in front of her is also kneeling down. Instead of using his hands, that
boy has his face pressed up against Marigold's crotch. The hands hold onto the girl's hips. I can't see it exactly, but it looks to me like the guy is licking her.

This lineup of tormentors is a new kind of firing squad, but it's my body...Marigold's body that is the gun. Each one taking a thirty second turn,
each kid trying to get the camp newbies to fire off with an orgasm, it's like Russian Roulette. Looking forward I see a row of girls who are
eager to get shot on the face.

"Why are they doing this?" I ask Sashay.

"The one who gets you to cum is the Queen of the Camp. The boy who brings Marigold to orgasm is the King of the camp. It's a great honor
and comes with a nice reward."

The Talent Show
Chapter 26. Many Ways to Tease a Captive's Cock


During my young life the physical contact I've had on my dick was very limited. Masturbation was itself a recent development. My friend
Richmond and I are in the same grade, the same age within a few months, but I must look like I'm about a year behind my taller and bigger buddy. Until the sleepover weekend at the Sherman's my hand was the only thing that had touched my dick, my hand the only one that had jerked me off.

Being caught in a noose so to speak, tied up in a trap, bound to the bars over my head, I was at the mercy of whatever each girl in the lineup
did to me to get me hard. First I had to get erected, then the girls could get me off. Thirty seconds isn't a long time, so each one was
desperate to do their best.

I never got a specific count as to how many girls were lined up in front of me. As they knelt down before me one by one, I learned there was
more than one way to handle a cock. One girl squeezed me like it was a lemon and she needed to squirt the juice into a glass of tea.
Another girl only rubbed her thumb on the top of the glans. My initial shock wore off and I became more aware of these manual manipulations,
and more aroused by the minute. By the time Sashay called out "Switch" four times, meaning two minutes had passed during which four girls
applied their hopeful holds and strokes, I was about all the way hard. When girl #4 let go of me even I could hear the pop as it smacked my
tummy. For the remainder of the cock gun Russian roulette I was super hard.

The groans of shock and dismay at being treated this way turned to moans of something else from Marigold. I noticed that some of the boys,
as they planted their kissers onto the bound up girl's furry muff, they reached up to grasp at the boobs, squeezing with a whole hand or rubbing
fingertips on the nips. In a way, watching Marigold under such an assault was just as stimulating.

"Ahem" I heard down below, and as I turn from looking at Marigold to angle my gaze downward, I see the smiling face of Gertrude staring up at
me. She's kneeling down, holding my dick and to my astonishment she winks at me before giving it a lick. As if she has a lollipop from a candy
store, the red-headed and lightly freckled girl gives the head a licking while Sashay's sports watch does its ticking.

"Switch", shouts Sashay and Gertrude stands up. Before the twelve year old moves off to get into the back end of the line the crazy girl sticks
her tongue into my bellybutton. I didn't see how that helped her cause of getting me to cum onto her face, but it helped to ramp up how much
my body was tingling with excitement.

"Oh please...please stop," I hear the other captive begging. So far I haven't begged. I refused to plead for mercy. By the time girl #6 was tickling
me behind the balls I was ready to unload upon one of them. I was looking forward to it. I could tell I wasn't going to last long. I'd been kept
at a high level of emotional energy since the evening before, starting with the early evening basketball game that got this whole getting more
and more naked thing going. I had lost track of how many times during the previous 24 hours I'd gotten an erection. The next girl was Sashay.
She handed the watch to somebody else, then she got down in the mud before me. Sashay is by far the oldest teen of the group, nearly a
grown woman, and like a grown woman with a boy toy she didn't mess around.

Opening her lovely mouth she pulls the hard cock downward, engulfing it into her mouth. She could take the whole thing in one gulp, then
clamping down with her lips she turned on the vacuume cleaner.

HOLY BAT CRAP...that woman could suck the chrome off of a trailor hitch. That was a saying I heard before, but my mind never could register
what it really meant. After thirty seconds of super suction action I was amazed I still had skin on my dick when Sashay's time was up. My dick
glistened when the rays of the late afternoon sun sparkled the saliva along the shaft. I was amazed, never having seen it looking so red
before. I had never seen anyone sucked before, and especially not me. I think the shock and awe of it kept me from reaching that state of
being beyond the edge, kept me in the game longer than I thought I could last.

Every girl in the lineup had gone one time. Every girl had thirty seconds to get me to cum and I was still standing and throbbing without
relief.

Sashay looks pleased. "Ready for round two are you, Austin? Ready or not lovely Miss Marigold? Congrats for making it this far, but it's only a
matter of time. We got all the time we need. Round and round and round she comes. Think you can make it through another round?"

The Talent Show
Chapter 27. Here Cums the King and Queen


If being involuntary jerked off is inevitable, one might as well relax and enjoy it. The first round of getting my dick groped, grabbed, squeezed,
tickled, licked and even sucked is over. Every one of the girls lined up in front of me has had one chance, albeit a short thirty second chance, to
get me to orgasm. I have no idea why this is being done, only that it seems to be a longstanding tradition at Camp Nackt Freiheit.

The girl who went first is facing me again, eager to begin round two. "Relax and enjoy it" I tell myself. Closing my eyes I focus my mind on
feeling instead of seeing. What I just saw has me stunned, and I don't want to keep doing this for too long. This isn't exactly the most pleasurable way I imagined getting the first handjob or blowjob of my life, not tied up in front of a crowd.

Sashay shouts out it's time to begin. Once again I feel myself grabbed and manhandled. The first round I was soft at the beginning and got harder
as the first four or five competitors got me warmed up and rock hard. This round I'm already at the hard stage.

"Wow. That thing sure points up high" I hear somebody say. I almost laughed. It's not the first time I heard that. The day before my buddy
Richmond said the same thing.

"He's stiff as a stick," the girl yanking my stiff one down to level says, and she strokes me for half a minute. This got quite a few of the girls to laugh. I continued to keep my eyes closed as another four or five do their best to get me off. Relax and enjoy it. Keep calm. It's all fun and games.

The moaning from Marigold increases significantly. I hear her breathily saying "Oh...oh...oh..." Then my eyes fly open when a blood curdling
shriek nearly bursts my ears. The other captive girl is trembling, shaking like a leaf hanging from a branch being blown by a brisk breeze.
The boys lined up in front of Marigold change positions so each one can get a better look at the writhing female form. Some guy's head is still
pressed up against her crotch, so the best visual I have from my position is how pointy her nipples are on her mid-sized tits. Those nips look
hard as rock and pointy enough to poke an eye out.

As Marigold vocalizes her body's response to what I assume is an orgasm, never having heard a girl make such wailing sounds before, she looks possessed. Her eyes look like they are rolled back in her head. All the guys, except for the one still busily licking the love triangle, clap hands
lustfully cheering on the winner. One lucky member of their group has just gotten girl-creamed all over his face.

Some curly blond-haired guy, who looks like he's maybe sixteen years old, gets off his knees. He turns toward Sashay, and he's got the goofiest
shit eating grin on a wet, drippy face. The guys congratulate him, and I hear the name Stafford being said by a few of them.

Turning my attention back to my own situation a glance down shows a girl pumping my penis furiously. I look up only slightly, and I see the next
girl in line is June. What? I had forgotten about June. If she was in the lineup for the first round I had somehow missed her. I did spend some
time gawking at the other prisoner in this cock and cunt tease fest. The thirty seconds each girl gets goes by fast. I easily could have missed
her the first round. There's no chance I'll miss her this time.

My dick is released, followed by a thwack as it smacks on my stomach. I can feel it pulsing, pounding as my heart goes thumpity-thump.

"That thing sure is hard," the girl says as she makes way for the next one up.

The next one up is June. I've been hard up over her ever since this weekend started, ever since she started to take control of things during the
strip basketball game the night before. I got so excited and scared later that night when she yanked my cock in a necktie noose, but that
was not direct contact. Now I watch her, watch her lithe naked nubile form step up in front of me. June smiles at me and I shiver. June kneels
down before me and my legs quiver. The twelve year old isn't anywhere near the hottest girl in this bunch of bodacious babes, but I have had
the hots for her the longest.

My dick twitches, it jerks involuntarily when June's fingers touch the underside of the shaft. Then gripping around it firmly, June looks up at
me, a twinkle in her eyes. "I love you, Austin. I'll do anything to make you happy." She then began kissing my cock, right on the head. June
puckered up her luscious lips and planted kisses on the head of my dick. Smooch, smack, she's taking me to the Love Shack. It's not jerking, or
sucking, but it's the ultimate cock tease. Seeing her face get all sultry and sexy, her eyes darting back and forth between my eyes and my
erection gripped in her hand. I feel things within my body tightening up in the tell-tale signs of nearing an eruptive and exlosive release.

"I'm cumming. I'm cumming."

June keeps my penis aimed right at her face. She does pull back, but only a couple inches or so. She is smiling, but she must have felt the
tremors in the shaft and closed her lips just as a massive amount of cum coats her face from nose to chin, from cheek to cheek. The lineup of
girls goes crazy with shouts and squeels. The boys watching whistle and holler. It was intense but short, as two good bursts of liquid spray
June's face. A third wimpy squirt spill out with less force to fall straight to the ground.

"Hurray June. We have a new Queen."

June gets to her feet, and letting my boy juice drip untouched she moves toward Stafford, the guy who brought Marigold to orgasm. The boys
and young girls cheer again as June and Stafford hold each other, kissing vigorously and passionately. The boy cum on June's face mixes with the
girl cum smeared all over Stafford's face. In a bizarre sight, the male and female fluids blend together as the King and Queen of the nudist camp
kiss each other. I was young enough, naive enough to actually wonder if a girl could get pregnant that way.

Richmond is beaming like a big brother seeing his sister turned into a bride as he steps up next to me. He claps me on the back, says I did a
great job.

"What happens now?" I ask him, glad whatever this is is over, but afraid of what might happen next.

"Next?...we take you and Marigold out before the elders. Dang it...I was hoping to get that girl off. But that means I'd be kissing my sister right now. You sure made a mess of her face. I didn't think you had that much in ya. I'm impressed."