Fascination! Ch. 01

"What is with all these leaves?" he had to ask, as Janet began swimming back and forth down the length of the pool while Carrie leaned up against the side, relaxing with an iced tea.

Just as Dick got done with his skimming, the phone rang again.

"Oh, Dick, you're up to bat, hon," Carrie instructed him, meaning it was his turn to go in and answer.

Dick did so with enthusiasm, so much so that he volunteered to take care of phone duties the rest of the afternoon.

Each time, he jogged back to the pool, eager and full of life.

The fact that his endowment moved about with a life all its own made the sight that much more wonderful - and a bit comical - to the two ladies.

"Boy, uh, 'One From the Heart' was a real FLOP," Janet teased, speaking of a much anticipated film but really making reference to Dick's flaccid but animated member.

Carrie couldn't help but chuckle.

The three eventually got out of the pool, taking their conversation over to the patio where they reclined in the shade.

From that day on, Dick's nudity became commonplace, hardly even made note of but all the while, wildly celebrated.

For comers and goers at Adriatico B & B, Dick would simply come to be labeled as "the nudist."

*************

Deborah Krendall had her new pool put in just weeks earlier.

Dick, Barney, Craig and Brendan were there to celebrate its grand opening, along with Deb herself, and two of her employees from the mother store, the ones with the rhyming names: Doris and Dolores.

Doris was a cute, perky, up-beat kind of gal, age 23. The 25-year-old Dolores was a bit more dry, but driven, knowing exactly what she wanted out of life and how to get it. She also had big, goofy glasses that others might think were kind of dorky looking, but Dolores couldn't care in the least.

The two brunettes were fun to be around, and had a rapidly-growing respect and admiration for their superior, the lovely Deb Krendall.

Doris and Dolores, much to Barney's enjoyment, also possessed something else.

"Both have spectacular racks," Bussett couldn't help but say.

"I was gonna say," Dick interrupted with a laugh, "they both seem pretty nice."

"Oh, that's right," Craig joined in. "You're gonna be working with them soon."

"Tomorrow," he pointed out.

"So, wa-wa-wait. Parker. You're working at the hobby store and now you're working at Krendy Krafts?"

"Dude, it's frickin expensive when I'm away at school. I need to build up a nest egg," Dick explained as the three lathered their bodies in sun tan for the day, each stripping down to their swim trunks.

Deb, Doris and Dolores came back out to the patio, dressed in their swimsuits and eager for an afternoon of reclining and relaxing under the hot, Texas sun.

*************

"So Deb said she would show her boobs in a movie if they payed her two million dollars," Doris belted out as conversation on the patio became more and more saucy. Fueled by wine coolers, the ladies were becoming more and more brazen, first with their words, soon after with their actions.

Deb's boobs being brought up in conversation always made the guys happy, but they waited for an explanation.

"Let me clarify," Dolores jumped in, with a wry grin. "We were talking about Beverly Crimson, who said the going rate for her to show her tits (laugh), would be one million dollars."

"I jumped in and said 'I have better tits than her!? I'd want two million," Deb laughed.

The fact that Deb was not a movie star didn't seem to have any bearing on this line of conversation.

"Deb, if I may be so bold as to ask..." Barney began, and didn't even have to finish.

"Thirty four C," Deb finished, in affect almost causing Barney to "finish."

"Holy crap," he managed to get out.

"And they're amazing," Craig acknowledged, applauding lightly as Deb rose up a bit in her seat, giving the boys a view of her strained, one-piece swimsuit, barely encasing the lovely melons just spoken of.

"These got me into so much trouble in high school," Deb laughed. "And that wretched, Nancy Calhoun..."

"The ditz with big tits," Doris chuckled, alluding to what Nancy used to call Deb.

*************

As more alcohol flowed, more chat ensued, the conversation covering anything from past presidents to body parts.

The conversation made a hard left turn, steering from 'women going topless in movies' to something far different...

"Hey, why isn't there more MALE nudity in movies?" was the question posed by the bespectacled Dolores.

All of the guys shrugged.

"That's a good question to ask the stripper," Doris belted out with enthusiasm, referring to Barney Bussett. "Hey why isn't there more of your brethren in movies?"

Barney, again, continued to struggle to answer that one.

"Well," Krendy interrupted. "Let's point out that Guns of the Dusty Plains doesn't even allow full nudity, do they, Barn?"

"Nah, we're in speedos," he replied, himself a bit dejected by that one.

"Oh well, that's lame," Dolores snorted, resting comfortably on one of the long, reclining beach chairs, pulling her knees up, back toward her, in effect showing major thigh.

"Maybe in time," Barney said.

Sex and nudity seemed to dominate the group's discussion, swaying back and forth between male and female.

"How bout you know who, the actress from San Antonio, going full frontal in that movie?" Craig contributed to the discussion, speaking of a local gal.

Doris found particular amusement with that reference.

"Her bush is HUGE," she laughed.

"She does have a rather, lush lady garden," Craig laughed.

"The top of it's like the size of Nebraska," Barney interjected, studying that particular film and particular scene with ernest.

"I didn't see that one. Does she...I mean, what, does she have a natural bush?" Krendy.

"YES, but it's HUGE," Doris went on, putting her face into a seat cushion and bouncing around in her chair.

"Well...good for her," Krendy went on, although interrupted briefly by Craig.

"I mean, it's huge, but it's neatly trimmed and everything, just..."

"It covers a lot of ground is what I'm trying to say," Doris laughed.

"Up to her lower tummy," Barney said, with an unmistakable appreciation of this type of muff.

"Well that's fine. Besides, I just don't get the deforestation that's becoming so hip," Krendy complained.

"Yeah, a lot of women are shaving everything," Dolores piped in.

"Uh-uh-uh," Krendy denounced. "You are supposed to have hair down there. There's nothing wrong with that?!"

*************

"Alright, we talked enough about boobs and bush. How 'bout dudity?" Dolores announced, using the term she'd like to think she coined.

"Naked dudes. Dudity," Doris played along.

"Brendan, have we corrupted you?" Krendy asked the newcomer in the group.

"This is..." he began, delaying for affect. "The coolest conversation I've ever been a part of."

"Wonderful," Deb roared. "I'm glad you like our company."

"But you're not part of the conversation, though, Brendan. Speak," Doris encouraged.

"And Dick hasn't said a word," Dolores pointed out, turning to her left, where Dick's chair was sort of behind Dolores' and Deb's.

"I have to save my strength for work," he kidded.

"Which job?" Craig fired back.

"Westcliff Hobbies," he said. "I go in from 5 to 9."

"You work at a hobby store?" Dolores asked. "Well that's cool..."

"Yeah, models, radio-controlled cars, that sort of thing," he told her.

"Dick's gonna design a big, big building someday," Krendy announced with pride.

"Yeah? From hobby store to famous architect?" Dolores kidded with him.

"Wow, that was some biting sarcasm," Barney laughed.

"I'm just joking," she laughed, rubbing Dick's shoulder.

"Nah, she's...kinda right. It's gonna take me seven years to graduate at this rate," he said.

Dick started to sense a certain delight Dolores got from playfully talking down to him, building herself up at his expense. The strange thing was, Dick sorta liked it.

"What's up with you, Dolores?" Barney asked.

"I got into law school," she announced, sort of matter-of-fact about it. She seemed be indifferent towards the group's acknowledgement or praise. So self assured, she already had all the joy she needed from her accomplishment.

Nevertheless, she basked in their praise.

"I had the highest GPA in the class," she said.

"And Doris is soon going to be running my east store," Krendy announced.

"Way to go, Doris. Way to go, Dolores. Way to go, Doris and Dolores," Barney said, rhyming with reason.

The group began to have their fill of snacks, drinks and entertaining conversation.

"Who wants to throw the frisbee?" Dolores asked.

"I'm game," Barney volunteered.

Doris joined in too, leaving Dick, Craig, Brendan and Krendy to hang out on the patio. Krendy was plenty capable of keeping all three men's attention for an extended period of time.

Doris, Dolores and Barney were in the part of the yard adjacent to the garage, unseen by the group on the patio.

Laughter and hollering rose in pitch, so much so that it peaked the interest of Krendy and the gang.

Before they could find out what all the hub-ub was, Doris came jogging back onto the patio, wide-eyed and full of spirt. She was also laughing her head off.

"What? What happened?" Krendy asked.

Doris couldn't answer, but her enthusiasm, surprise and whimsey gave it all away.

"Did he...is he naked?" Krendy asked, being quite familiar with Barney Bussett's shenanigans.

"Barney is completely naked," Doris reveled, as Craig, Dick and Brendan just shook their heads.

The group naturally drifted over to the side of the house, and there it was, plain as day, a scene of Dolores, looking awfully nice in her brown and gray-trimmed one-piece swimsuit, tossing a frisbee to the nude Barney Bussett.

"You're throwing it way too high," was Dolores' only objection, as Barney's nudity seemed to have little if any impact on her. For some reason, that made it even sexier.

"How did this come about?" Krendy pondered.

"He just...pulled his bathing suit down," Doris explained, with further amusement. "Just kicked them to the side and kept throwing the frisbee."

"How do you feel about this, Dolores?" Krendy asked her sales associate, knowing already that Doris seemed to get quite a kick out of Barney's exhibitionist behavior.

Dolores just shrugged.

"Dolores is like, eh, whatever," Doris kidded her friend.

"He definitely doesn't have a speedo on," Dolores pointed out, alluding to Guns of the Dusty Plains, and for the first time all day unleashing a wonderfully rich, and sexy laugh.

Inevitably, and much to the guys' chagrin but women's amusement, Barney's penis grew from a floppy frederick to an unrelenting and powerful hard-on.

Everyone took in the spectacle, with Dolores continuing to toss the frisbee, unphased.

"You have such a great body, Dolores," he praised her.

"Thank you," she answered him, with a hint of arrogance.

"Are you a leg man, Barney?" she asked him.

"Oh, you better believe it, Dolores," he confided in her.

"Are my legs driving you absolutely crazy right now?" she teased him further.

"Oh, God, they are," he mustered.

Dolores certainly had a pair of Texas-tanned, gorgeous limbs. She was a full-bodied gal, even to the point where the term "thunder thighs" might apply to her thick, well-rounded beauties. They weren't fat, however, just big, thick, supple thighs.

And now they drew all of Barney's attention.

"Hey, eyes up here," she instructed him. "You're not gonna be able to catch the frisbee."

After 10 or 15 minutes more of this spectacle, Dolores pressed the issue.

"Here, try and see if you can let it land on your peen," Dolores instructed, with Barney, of course, following suit.

She tossed the frisbee to him several times, finally getting it on his extended hard-on, even though gravity intervened and brought it falling down to Earth.

"I got it on there for a second," she laughed, as the two hugged, his penis even grazing her thigh.

*************

Everbody sat back down in their beach chairs, with Barney showing no signs of putting his swim trunks back on.

"Is he still naked?" Krendy laughed.

"He is," Doris confirmed.

"Well, he might as well stay that way," Dolores rationalized. "We've seen your dick?!"

"Boy did we," Doris added.

Dolores cracked up again, that wonderful, rich laughter from before.

"He was doing windmills," she bellowed. "Like, swinging his dick around? When he first took his trunks off (laugh). It was like 'I am so happy to be nude, woo-hoo!'"

Barney basked in the attention.

"That's when it was soft - that didn't last long," Dolores chuckled.

"Yeah, I was just gonna say, how was he doing windmills with it if it was hard as a rock? Although, now it's soft again," Doris said, leaning over to examine.

"Is this the kind of party you thought you were coming to, Brendan?" Krendy said, with a sweet smile towards their new guest.

"Ya know, I don't HAVE to be the only naked one today," Barney prodded.

"No, you don't HAVE to be, but you're gonna," Doris stated.

Dolores laughed.

"This is all you, buddy boy," she told him.

"I'm a proud seven-incher by the way," Barney stated, now calm enough that his penis lied down on his thigh, in a semi-erect state.

"Your dick?" Dolores asked openly. "That's...pretty big - yeah I was gonna say it's really long. Like really long and really straight (laugh)."

"Let's have a discussion about Barney Bussett's schlong," Doris laughed.

"No, but it's - "

"I don't have a lot of girth - I have some, but it's really long so it just kind of sticks straight out," he explained.

"It's not weighed down so it's like, boy-yoy-yoy-yoy-yoy-yoing," she demonstrated, sticking her hand out in front of her midsection.

"Exactly," he laughed.

She laughed further, getting a kick out of their frank but fitting discussion.

"You should see this guy. He can do all kinds of crazy things with his dick," Barney said, gesturing to his best friend, Craig.

"Really," Doris answered.

"I can...move it around," he told them.

"Wow-how," Dolores marveled. "That's crazy..."

"Wa-wa-wait, back to Barney though. How the hell did you crash the ghost tour bus?"

"What a dipshit," Craig interjected.

"I don't wanna talk about it," Barney said, staring down, dejected.

"Were you trying to auto fellate while driving a bus?" Dolores laughed, alluding to a porno she and Doris saw years earlier when a certain, ultra-flexible gentleman did just that.

"No, just..." Barney began, then trailed off.

"Alright, dude, I can't leave ya hangin,'" Craig said, himself yanking down his trunks.

"YES!! I love it," Doris reveled.

"Pool and penises, great," Dolores said flatly, somehow sarcastic and enthusiastic all at the same time.

Suddenly, the ratio went from 3-to-1 (three guys in their trunks and one naked Barney Bussett) to an even two and two.

Brendan and Dick wondered if they would join.

Focus naturally shifted to the part of the guys' anatomy that was usually concealed. Today it was out in the open.

Dolores narrowed in on the handsome Craig.

"Oh, wow, so you can flex it," she said objectively, her demeanor turning from amazement to amusement. "I see (laugh). I see (laugh)."

"It's like it's hopping from one leg to the other," Doris observed with gaity. "Yip-eee!"

Not wanting to be left out, Brendan pulled his trunks down and discarded them.

"Oh and Brendan, you too?" Krendy belted out. "Ha!"

"I'm small, but who fuckin' cares," he said.

The women could care less about size. Moreover, it was the thrill of seeing all the guys exposed, and the fact they were falling more and more under the women's command.

"Brendan's naked, everybody!" Doris cheered.

"If you're going to a CFNM party for the first time," Dolores said, gesturing to herself and Doris. "Hanging out at Krendy's is a pretty good prerequisite."

"I'll say," Doris wholeheartedly agreed.

"This was just spontaneous," Barney said.

The women laughed.

"Throwing a frisbee around, he just takes all his clothes off," Doris laughed.

"Well, you're a stripper," Dolores reasoned, crossing her legs. "And you, we heard about your CFNM Fridays at Wooster."

"Oh, you heard about that?" Craig asked.

"Bussett told us," Doris laughed.

"And Brendan...," Dolores began. "Just wanting to join the party?"

"When in Rome," he answered.

"When in Rome," Doris repeated with a laugh. "When in Temple!"

*************

Dick Parker realized he was the only guy NOT naked. The women weren't big on administrating peer pressure of any sort, so they didn't want to press the issue.

But Dick did suddenly feel out of place. It was Bussett, of course, who rocked the boat.

"Come on, Parker, join the fray," he suggested.

"He has a job to go to!" Krendy said in Dick's defense, knowing he had somewhere to be.

Most of the attention seemed to be elsewhere.

"Brendan's gettin' excited," Doris raved.

"Can you tell?" Brendan replied, giving signs that he enjoyed a bit of SPH.

"It's not THAT small, Brendan," Dolores observed.

"Oh yeah, I've gone to a whopping three, maybe four inches," he laughed, poking fun at himself.

The women loved the fact he was having such a great time.

"Deb, can I use your phone?" Dick said, practically having to force himself into the conversation.

"Sure, hon, you know where it is," Krendy answered nicely.

*************

Dick hurriedly went into Krendy's kitchen.

He grabbed the baby-blue wall phone and tried to dial the number for Westcliff Hobbies. So excited, he had to re-dial several times.

"Parker Brothers, what up my man?" said the voice on the other line, that being the voice of "Dig" Doug Lee.

Doug had set the high score on the "Dig-Dug" arcade game at Franconi's Pizzeria.

"Dig, I was wondering if I could call out, man," Parker said. "I'm at this pool party and things are about to get crazy..."

"No worries, my man," said Dig, the sounds of Asia playing in the background. "It is dead in here today. Summer, man, ya know. Everyone's at the lake or sitting inside in their air conditioning..."

"Yeah, yeah...so Dig, man, thanks, I gotta run," Parker hurriedly said.

"No probs, my man," he replied.

Dick thought Dig might have said something else as he hung up the phone, but that would have to wait.

Dick returned outside, once again ambushed by the sight of full-frontal male nudity.

He had to chuckle.

The women had the guys lined up now.

"We love comparing," Doris squeeled.

"Each one is as unique as a snowflake, isn't it," Krendy kidded.

They were referring, of course, to the men's penises.

Barney's, as always, and much to everyone's amusement, stood up as straight as a railroad spike.

"Excited you finally get to take EVERYTHING off, Barney?" Krendy posed, referring to his job at the Guns of the Dusty Plains.

"Yeah," he managed.

"Brendan's gettin' there," Dolores rolicked. "I see you're getting excited there, B..."

"Probably the biggest I've ever been," he said, teasing himself.

"It's a nice one," Doris gushed.

"Wait a minute, Brendan, you look kinda tan down there," Dolores pointed out.

"Yeah I don't see any tan lines, Mister," Doris piped in.

Brendan's face flushed red.

"You're a nude sunbather, aren't you, you naughty boy," Dolores teased.

"Just fantasizing about something like this all along, weren't ya?" Doris further added.

Dick's presence was hardly noticed. The party of six was growing more and more raucous.

Finally, Deb acknowledged Dick had returned.

"How'd ya make out, hon? You like my new phone?" she asked.