The Oasis E3 | An official welcome from the guys at camp

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“Barry?”

“Huh?” I wake up abruptly from my sleep. Even in the dark, I can tell that everyone around me is on the move. 

“It's time to get up,” William shakes my shoulder. “We have to meet in the Sphere room.”

“The what room now?” I sit up and stretch. I forgot that I was naked. 

“You don't have to bring anything,” William says. He looks down and says, “That's going to come in handy.” 

I look down at my morning wood peeking out the top of the sheets. A small wave of self-consciousness washes over me, but William doesn't stare. Instead he sits down on his bed, also naked, and pulls on a pair of socks. 

“It can get cold in the Sphere room.” He throws me a pair. I can see why he's not awkward at all in his skin. He has the physique of an athlete with a thin treasure trail leading to neat bush and an uncut dick. I wonder if his body hair naturally formed that shape or if he was meticulous about the way it formed that triangle shape. 

In fact, everyone else in the room seems oddly comfortable with their body too. They milled around, chatting with each other as they got ready. Some of them pulled on socks too and others walked barefoot past my bed. A lot of them had a semi-boner from, I assume, just waking up. 

“All shapes and sizes here,” Williams says. “Don't be self-conscious. I saw your junk yesterday and you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” He looks down at the thin veil covering my groin. 

My face flushes at the compliment. I didn't even like changing at the gym so the fact that this many guys have seen my hard cock is intimidating.

“You saw all of them yesterday too. That's why the men cum together. No shame after. No post nut clarity. Just men doing what we're supposed to do.” William pulls slowly on my blanket and I let him pull it off for me. My hard dick stands rigid in front of him. He shrugs at me with a smile and says, “Are you ready to go?”

“Where are we going?” Is he getting hard too? It looks bigger than before. 

“You're at Oasis. Whatever it is, it's going to be about pleasure. So, just relax.” 

A high pitch chime from afar silences the guys’ chatter and they form a neat line in pairs at the door. William and I pair up and stand behind two very tall guys. 

“Hey, where's Chris?” I ask, suddenly aware that he never came back after the event of last night. 

“He’ll be there.” William stares straight ahead. 

We walk outside and I shiver at the morning air on my balls. I follow the line of naked men until we enter another wooden building.

Okay, so that's why it's called the Sphere room. 

There are no corners in this room, and I wonder how they got the ceiling to curve like that. Given the more rustic nature of our cabin, I’m surprised at how modern this building looks with its cool metallic tones.  It must have cost a pretty penny to make it look like this.

On the floor is a big white circle. I follow the men in sitting along the shape silently. Feeling like it might echo in the room if I talk, I stay silent and wait for whatever is about to happen… to happen. 

Chris walks in, equally naked as the rest of us. He's not as groomed down there, and his blond bush covers up a big part of his flaccid cock. 

I sigh internally in relief. He’s okay. 

“I told you he's fine,” William whispers to me. Maybe I sighed externally. 

“Thank you, my friends.” Chris steps into the middle of the circle. “Thank you for giving me your power yesterday.” 

“OUR PLEASURE!” I jumped at the loud collective voice of the men around me. 

“You amplified my pleasure tenfold. You made my erection harder and my orgasm stronger.” 

“OUR PLEASURE!” The bass of their voices together rumbles my chest. It does echo in this room.

“We are here to celebrate the arrival of our new member.” Chris turns to face each man in the circle 

Wait…

“Barry.” Chris looks right to me. I feel the eyes of each person turn to me.

“BARRY.” William’s voice is audible through the group.

“Come to the center.” Chris holds his hand out to me. 

“BARRY.” 

The twinkle in Chris’ eye convinces me, and I grab his hand. He pulls me up and we stand in the middle of the circle. 

Suddenly, I'm hyper aware that I'm completely naked and quite literally the center of attention. 

“We celebrate Barry.”

“BARRY.”

“We celebrate his courage.”

“BARRY.” The floor feels like it's trembling. 

“We celebrate his search for pleasure.” 

“PLEASURE!”

I spin around in the circle, watching each man spit into their hands. They stroke themselves, watching me as I turn. 

Oh my god…

I could tell I'm getting hard again. It was out of my control now. It must have been a mix of the attention and the fact that the sexual energy rose dramatically in the room. I watched them get hard. I watch them polish their poles in unison. 

“Barry.” Chris’ hand on my shoulder makes me jump. “Welcome. May I?” He hovers his hand over my erection. My cock bounces, touching his palm. He smiles, but doesn't advance. “May I?” he repeats.

He's hard too. His boner protrudes out of his untamed bush. 

“Yes,” I whisper meekly. 

His hand closes around me and I lurch forward at the sensation.

“BARRY.”

“PLEASURE.”

“BARRY.” 

“PLEASURE.”

The crowd oscillates from one word to another in a hypnotizing chant.

“This is my favourite stroke.” Chris walks behind me and grips my dick. His thumb travels along the underside of my shaft. 

“Oh…” I moan. 

“BARRY.”

“PLEASURE.”

“BARRY.” 

“PLEASURE.”

“This is mine.” Another man says. I don't know him. Chris lets go and he takes over with his left hand. It is a classic fist shape, but he strokes just the middle. 

“Oh fuck…” I jerk at the new sensation. 

“This is mine.” Another man takes over and gives me a backhanded stroke. Another man spits on my cock. 

“Wet is better.”

“BARRY.”

“PLEASURE.”

“BARRY.” 

“You can’t cum yet,” Chris whispers in my ear. Another man wraps both arms around my waist to double fist my shaft. 

“Oh my god … oh my god…” I mumble deliriously. The men shuffling around me is too much. Their hot skin rubs against me as they take over each other's stroke on me. 

“This is my edging spot.” It's William. I turn to look into his dark eyes, and moan out loudly as he rubs my frenulum. 

“Don't cum.”

“BARRY.”

“Oh!! Oh!!”

“The men cum together.” 

“THE MEN CUM TOGETHER.”

So many different types of hands touch my cock. Some are rough builder hands. Some are soft.

Some strokes are like jackhammers .

Others make love to my shaft. 

“I'm going to cum,” I whisper to Chris, who never left my side. 

“The men cum together.” 

“TOGETHER!” Their collective voice shakes my chest cavity,

“I'm cumming.” A hand does a backhanded swirl on my cock. My favourite stroke for myself. 

“TOGETHER!”

“I’M CUMMING!” I shout. 

I'm cumming! Oh my fucking god I'm going to cum!

“I’M CUMMING!” The crowd roars. A splash of hot liquid sears into my left butt cheek.

FUCK!

“OHHH…OHHH..OHHH…MMMm…MMm” Our collective grunts echo in the spherical room back to us. 

“Oh fuck! Fuck! Oh!” The stranger milks my cock, stroking it just the way I would. The cum pours out of me and onto the metallic floor. 

Splat!

Splat!

I watch the white liquid rain on the floor. It's coming from everywhere in the room. The smell of man juice permeates the air, suffocating us in masculine musk. 

“Hey!” I grab the man’s forearm.

“We cum all the way!” Chris says in my ear.

“ALL THE WAY!” The crowd repeats. I let go of the man’s arm and he continues to milk me, albeit much more gently than before.

“Ah! Ah! Ah….ah…ah….”

The group’s energy diminishes with each moan until we are silent. The only audible sound is us breathing.

There's cum on my foot.

There's cum on my ass.

The men start to mill around, stepping in the puddles of cum. They come to pat me on the back one by one, each repeating the same phrase 

“Welcome, Barry.”

The smell of cum is overwhelmingly strong. 

“Welcome, Barry,” Williams says. “I'll see you outside.”