The Oasis E9 | The interview process for camp starts with a blindfold

Everyone is over the age of 18

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We didn’t have our watches, phones, or calendars with us. Yet, I mentally counted each day as it passed. It was impossible not to do so each night in bed, as my mind replayed all the events I had experienced.

Night 1…circle jerk around the campfire…

Night 2… every man here jizzed on me…

Night 3… I got my dick caged for the first time…

Each night surpassed my expectations of what was going to happen next. Now, I can say: Me, boring Barry, have experienced a lot of group sex situations. These are experiences that would have never happened to me otherwise. Not without Oasis.

And just like that, it was the 7th night. The last night of my one week resort stay package. 

“You're welcome to stay, you know,” William nudges me. “You don't have to mope about it.” 

“I've got no cash,” I say into the cracking fire. “Gotta get back to life.” 

“And were you living before, Barry?” 

“No,” I answer candidly.

“Then why are you going back?” William takes off his shirt and hangs it off his shoulders. He reaches out to the fire with his fingertips. “This. This is life.” 

I take off my shirt too, feeling the heat radiate on my bare skin wonderfully. I close my eyes and take in the last moments of this fever dream of a week. 

“Talk to Maximilien. He'll find a way for you.” 

“You think?” I open my eyes and look at William's face in the fire’s warm glow. 

“You're a natural at Oasis.” He leans in and we kiss, our lips the coldest part of our bodies. “There's always an interview process for new permanents.” 

“What do I have to do?” I ask, licking the taste of him off his lips. Us kissing sends off some sparks in the group, and clothes start dropping with the other guys and girls. 

“Don't bring your resume, that's for sure. No office experience needed.” William laughs, giving me his handsome smile. Then, he stands up and takes off his beige pants. Standing naked beside me, his chiselled body glistens in the fire’s light. 

“Yeah buddy!” Another man shouts. Another guy starts to swing his shirt around in a helicopter style. 

“Go now. Max will be in the Sphere room.” William licks his hand and strokes his soft cock. “Don’t wait up. Looks like Anna and James are about to go at it.”

As much as I wanted to stay and enjoy my potential last group cum, I trusted William’s advice and made my way to the Sphere room. Other guys that are going to leave tomorrow join me, and we walk in pairs towards the building. 

The building where we've spilled our manhood together. 

Bonded together by cum. 

Forever in masculine pleasure.

“We got this.” One of the guys grips my shoulder. “All of us here have done it before. Sometimes Maximilien promotes people to ‘Permanents,’ and sometimes he gives us a week or two to develop. We're the ‘week or two.’”

“What do we have to do?” I ask as we stand in front of the entrance. 

“Asking a lot of questions isn't going to earn you a Permanent spot.” The guy jumps up and down like he’s warming up. “It’s always a little different.”

The door opens and we file in. Maximilien sits in the middle of the perfect circle with his black robe flowing around him. 

“You've come here because you now see what life is about.” Maximilien’s voice always surprises me from how well it carries given his small stature. “You understand that pleasure is meant to be had, and you hold the keys to all of it right in your body.” 

“Yes,” the men say in unison. 

“We do not have a place for all of you. But, some of you have the talent, the intuition, and the soul to continue on. This interview will be difficult. It will challenge your ideas of manhood. It will change the way you know masculinity. Do you wish to continue?” 

“Yes,” I say with them. 

“Then, we begin,” Maximilien says in a booming voice. “Shed yourself of your clothes.” Most of us were already shirtless, and we took off the rest of our clothes, baring it all for each other. 

Some of them are already hard from the adrenaline. I'm one of them. Whatever happens, I know what the ending is.

The men cum together. If I have to leave, this should be one hell of a last memory.

Maximilien’s hooded workers file into the space and take away our clothes. Then, they put a blindfold on each of us, blocking out the bright metallic glare of the room’s walls. 

“Some of you are already erect. That is good. That is natural. You are meant to partake in the sharing of energy with other men.” 

I breathe quickly as a hand on my shoulder leads me to walk forward. I could hear the other men being walked in different directions. Their short breaths tell me they're just as nervous as I am. 

“Stop.” Maximilien's voice is the only physical sensation besides the cool metallic floor. “Your partner is in front of you. Feel his hand.” 

I reach out and another pair of hands clumsily finds me. We blindly try to figure out how to clasp our fingers with each other. His hands are a lot bigger than mine. 

“Men must learn how to work together. You may believe you are straight, or gay, or bi. But you are none of the above. You are a man. And only a man understands how to truly activate the pleasure of another man.” 

His palms are sweaty. Or maybe mine are.

“Both of you must orgasm to pass this round. If one of you does not, you are both out of the process. You may use any method you think of, but you can not masturbate. It must be the only man that brings you to a climax.” 

Fuck. 

Who is it? 

I don't know this person. 

“Do me first. I take long to cum,” the stranger in front of me says. “I'll get you off after.” 

In the interest of time, I agreed. I felt blindly down his forearm until I landed on his hips. Mapping his body mentally, I successfully grab his dick. 

“You're going to have to suck me to get me hard.” 

The only dick I’ve sucked is Chris’. I feel his soft meat while thinking about it, pressing into the fleshy head and feeling it bounce back. Is it going to taste the same?

“Come on, dude. It'll go faster if you do that.” 

“Okay.” My voice comes out as a whisper. I kneel down slowly and feel him take a step forward. 

Fuck, is that what his dick smells like? It's not… bad. 

I open my mouth and take in the soft tip. It's not nearly as salty as Chris’ was. 

“Pull at it with your lips.” 

I do as he says, recoiling only when my lips touch his pubes. He didn't seem to notice, and his dick starts to stiffen. 

“Can I hold your head?” 

“Mm,” I confirm with his hardening dick in my mouth. 

His two hands held the sides of my head gently as I sucked him. As I kept going, the easier and more fun it became. It’s like a meaty lollipop, and there’s a satisfaction in feeling it get more and more rigid.

“Oh yeah….oh yeah….ohHHH…” I accidentally go down too far and my nose presses into his pubes. The change of down in his voice excites me and sends me a pulse of electricity to my already erect cock. 

I do it again. 

“OOhhhh…”

And again!

“OoooOOh…”

And again!

“Oh shit….that’s it… suck it…”

I have no idea who this man is. I have no idea whether we've spoken before or even just stood beside each other. But I only have one goal in mind.

Make him cum. 

“Fuck! Yeah! Suck it!” His hands stay on my head but let me do all the moving. “Oh yeah! That's it. Just like that! Just like that!” 

I felt his cock swell. 

“Just like that! Don't stop!” 

My jaw is cramping, but his cock transforming into steel encourages me to hang on. 

“Don't stop… almost there…” It sounds like he's holding his breath. 

I can't keep going for much longer. The searing pain in my neck and my jaw is hard to ignore.

My pace must have slowed down, because he starts thrusting into my mouth.

“I’m almost there…I'm going to cum soon…”

“GuhhH!” My eyes water. His pubes push into my nostrils at each deep throat. My loosened jaw makes me drool down my chin. 

“I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!” 

“GuhHHHhHHH!” His dickhead rams into my throat. 

“Ahh…aHHHHHH…AHHHHHH! Fuck!” His erection slides all the way in and he holds my head in place. 

The way the liquid shot so deep inside my throat made it easy to swallow. It was already going down before I knew it. 

Still, I can taste his cum in the back of my mouth. It didn’t taste at all like Chris’. It was much sweeter and it felt more liquidy in the way it slipped easily down my throat.

“Oh fuck…” The man sighs in relief. “Okay. Your turn.” His dick unlodges itself from my throat. I stand up shakily, knees hurting a little and disorientated with the blindfold on me.

“OhHhh!!” His mouth went on my hard cock immediately. He wasted no time, twisting his head like a crazy toronado.

“MMm…” He grunts. Then, he pinches my balls from the top with his fingers and pulls them down. 

“Oh fuck!” I cry out in pleasure. 

“Let it out.” Maximilien's voice in my ear sends shivers down my spine. “Speak your truth.” 

“OH FUCK!” I shout into the room. Everyone's moans escalate loudly. They were all around me, repeating my sexual energy back at me.

“The men cum together!” Maximilien shouts in my ear. 

“The men cum…” I stop halfway. “I'm cumming!” His mouth is too much! 

It's so good!

It's…

“AhHHHhHHh!” His suction extracts the load from me, and I rapid fire into his spiral movements, feeling my balls in his grip pump out my seed and directly into him. “AhhHhhH...ahhh…ah…” He holds his head at the base once my moans die down. 

My wet meat slides out of the warm hole and he hugs me, pressing his sweaty body against mine. 

“We did it.” His breath reeks of my cum. 

“We did it,” I say weakly. 

“You both passed.” Maximilien says. “You must not find out who each other are. This is very important, so do not try. Guards, lead them back to the cabin. Next round of interviews starts tomorrow.” 

Still blindfolded, a hand separates me and my partner and leads us away from each other.