Told my wife, “I’m hot as hell. Gotta take a break, hon.” I’d been working that summer doing odd chores between full-time jobs — lawn mowing, tree trimming, and furniture moving. Back then, weren’t many job opportunities in Arkansas, at least not like now. “Gotta take a dip to cool off. Can’t get much done anyhow ’cause of this damned heat.”

“Okay, sweetie. But be sure to be here before the kids get back from Mom Ethel’s. Don’t want to wait up ’til supper gets cold. Got your favorite: chicken ‘n’ dumplins. Oh, and please pick up some milk on the way home, K?”

Summer was the best time of year in my estimation. My body always felt and looked healthier, no colds, no flu…. Who could bitch? Besides, if it got real hot, I would just head for Sleepyrock. Now, that was my favorite spot on earth, Sleepyrock Swimming Hole, I swear. By August my tan was so dark, folk wondered if my kin came over from Africa. Fuck ‘em! Didn’t care; besides I really liked Black folk. I was brown all over, head to toe, and proud of it. Nobody could accuse me of wearin’ one of those speedos! Besides, I refused to go to public pools like cityfolk. I never wear nothin’ when swimmin’ and ain’t gonna start now!

Course, that was the norm in the Ozarks. Very few guys owned swim trunks, and if they did, they wouldn’t own up to it. Because skinnydipping was the custom and only got more popular once the long-haired hippies settled the hills.

But this was three decades after they moved from out West. Tradition never died and is still with us to this day. Something about remote spots in the Ozarks tempts a fellow to take it all off. Guess cause nobody’s around to give a damn, you think? Hell, it just feels good gettin’ naked outdoors.

Anyhow, I aired up my big inner tube, threw it in back of the pickup along with a cooler of Miller, and drove 17 miles out to Sleepyrock. Now, it was a far piece to hike; driving was no problem. But once ya get to the river,
you have to cross several pastures on foot, then follow a trail through
cedar woods to the rapids where the best pools are.

Got there around 2. Must have been 25 guys there, some swimmin’, others
riding air mattresses or inner tubes. Too hot to lay out on the rocks too
long until later in the day. Some guys were shooting the bull sitting on
flat rocks in the shade. Oh yeah, all of them were naked. As I say, it was
normal. I don’t know of a better way to swim. Swim suits just get in the
way. Two reasons I like to be naked: (1) swimming and (2) sex. In that
order.

Anyhow the temperature and humidity were so high, I couldn’t stand anymore.
As soon as I dropped my stuff and shucked off my shorts, I jumped into the
river. Goddam! Felt great.

Then I swam across the pool or reservoir to the other side where I met up
with some old friends. Most guys claimed to be straight; many of them are
married like me. But it made no difference. Sleepyrock somehow held a spell
over us, like a truth serum. Besides, you couldn’t hide your attraction for
another guy long if your dick came to attention. Most just laughed it
off. But sometimes we acted on it. Know what I mean?

Next I swam back across the river and put my inner tube in the water, then
jumped in the middle letting my ass and balls hang down in the water.
Sometimes little fish nibbled at my balls. Had a beer can in one hand;
paddled with the other.

Water was crystal that summer. I could see clearly underwater and would
swim under guys as they were playing — thinking nobody was watching. I’d
pop up to surface beside them and just laugh. They’d join in.

When things cooled down later that afternoon, eight of us sat shooting the
bull on the huge flat boulders on the east side. We were high of course,
not just from drinking and smoking funny stuff, but from our surroundings.
Nature is always fascinating, especially when you’re enjoying it naked.

Yes, 3 of the guys were married, including me, 4 were college guys, and 1
was single. We didn’t care if he was gay, ’cause we liked guys too. No
biggee. The college guys were especially good looking. Youth has its
advantages. But they were active in sports and two were on the track team.

Did I say we were high? Well, the conversation turned to sex, and one of
the married guys showed a boner. Everyone was laughing, so I consoled the
guy, “Hey, we’re not laughing AT ya, we’re laughing WITH ya!” At that, I
started stroking my cock to full size. The other six laughed some more,
then did the same. “Is this what they call a circle jerk?” a married
fellow, Jake, asked.

“Before we shoot our loads, let’s play ‘TRUTH or DARE’,” Steve (the single
guy) suggested.

All agreed; so we sat around in a circle passing weed, trying to come up
with questions that would amuse.

“TRUTH or DARE: Have you ever had sex with a man?” Steve asked.

The circle went silent for a few seconds. Then I volunteered, “Yep, out
here, matter of fact. Every summer. And my favorite fuckin’ spot is right
over there!” I pointed to some tall trees overhanging the river. “I like to
play around, then mount my man over a log.”

All the guys laughed. “But aren’t you married, Darrell?”

“Hell, yeah. But that doesn’t make any difference. Most guys I fuck with
are either married or with a woman. They like guys too, especially out
here.”

Steve asked, “What about you other guys? You like men too?”

All of them nodded in agreement. It was no secret at Sleepyrock, just
around kin and churchfolk. Sin during the week; repent on Sunday, same ol’
same ol’…. We loved to be with other men sometimes, and women
sometimes. Variety is the spice of life, right?

“Hey, y’all want to wrestle? Let’s get in a fuckin’ pile and see what
happens!” Jake prompted.

So, we found a sandy spot and started wrestling. First Dave got me in a
head-lock, then I felt Carl grab my leg. We were still high and laughing.

We carried on for about 15 minutes, when Steve yelled out, “Let’s fuck!”

“Fuck yeah!” All agreed.

So we got our suntan oil, rubbed each other down including anal cavities,
and started plowing into each another like animals. I’d never been fucked
up to that point, only been on the giving end. But once Jake’s 9″ member
started knocking at my door, I couldn’t resist. While he was slowly
entering me, I had Todd’s 8″ down my throat. Glorious! And at the same time
I’d managed to buttfuck Steve…. politely of course, making sure he was
ready to accept my love muscle at full throttle.

“Let’s make a pile, guys…. everyone connected to someone. Let’s see what
a fuckin’ orgy is like!”

We complied, no problem. Here we were on a late summer afternoon in a huge
pile of manflesh. We switched partners probably 3 times. Didn’t make any
difference; it was like musical chairs. Then were started thrusting in
rhythm. It was like a huge living organism experiencing an unbelievable
orgasm. Eight of us rolled around together like a huge greased ball –
complete with sound effects. Felt Trent’s shaft all the way up me; at same
time I was licking Steve’s cock like a dog, then massaging it with my
throat.

“Let’s shoot about the same time! Hold your fire until you know we’re all
about to release.”

While sucking, I looked around and saw their faces in pure ecstasy, their
mouths open in delight. Three guys were kissing and caressing like
experienced lovers. Wasn’t weird at all for me to see guys kissing; I loved
it. We were all in one big ball rolling on the sand, making wild animal
sounds like I’d never heard.

I could feel Trent’s legs tense up as he was about to explode. I yelled
back at him, “I want your fuck, Trent! Shove it all the way up inside
me. Fuck me, man! I want your love juice all the way up.”

Then I yelled at Steve, “Man, I’m about to shoot my cum in you. Want it?”
He replied, “Hell, yeah!”

Todd asked, “You ready for this, Derek?” I said, “Yeah, I want to taste
you, Todd. Every drop, man.”

Todd was first to go off. I felt his hot wad shoot down my throat and
tasted his sweetness. He pulled out and shot some more on my face and it
dripped down like strands of thick honey. I was sort of tied up and
couldn’t wipe it off and really didn’t care to if I could.

About that time I felt Trent’s cock shake inside me and felt hot cum bathe
my insides. As I felt this sensation, I released inside Steve. It kept on
pulsating and shooting and I rammed it up his ass as far as I could. We
were sort of in an awkward position, but what the hell?

It was unanimous. All 8 of us had fucked. There was cum splattered over our
faces. We licked what we could, then the others came around and licked my
forehead and cheeks clean.

After spreading out to relax for a few minutes, we jumped into the river to
cool off.

It was an afternoon delight indeed! I will never forget that time.

I drove home a very happy man. Carolyn had no idea why I was so happy
except she knew how much I enjoyed skinnydipping on a hot summer’s day.

I met the 7 other guys from time to time on the river, but never in the
same combination. Certainly, we had other good times, but none compared
with this one. BTW, it’s a secret what goes on at Sleepyrock. Those that
seem to live “normal” lives may not be that “normal” once they get to the
right place at the right time with the right guys. I know. Because I found
the gay side of me when skinnydipping on summer afternoons. Discovered
lifelong friends who enjoy the same “sports” as me.

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NOTE: The above posting is a true story, although embellished for dramatic
purposes.

If interested, write to MtWhiteRock@aol.com
Derek Hammil

Eight-Man Pile