The Hidden Gem

Longer chapter tomorrow! 

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

It was colder than I had expected it to be, though the midday sun blazed in the blue sky as the old bus chugged up the forest road. Huge trees flanked us either side, and it was clear that the path was as old as time itself.

It was my first time in Europe, though I’d been backpacking across the continent for most of the summer. Maybe it was something about their calm way of life, or perhaps it was the breathtaking beauty, but the idea of returning home was becoming more and more depressing with each passing day, and now I was on my way to my final destination, and was beginning to regret not staying for another month.

The bus driver spoke little English, but it was enough to let me know that we had arrived.

“There” he said, in a gruff voice, and pointed toward an ancient looking gate that led into the distance.

“Thank you” I replied, and when he huffed at me, I made a mental note to learn some basic words before returning on the same bus. I watched as it coughed its way back up the old road, and clipped my backpack around my waist before beginning the long walk toward the hostel.

It was far cheaper to get around Europe as a backpacker, when staying in hostels. Sure, some of them had been a bit grim so far, and the level of luxury had decreased drastically with each passing day, but it was better than staying in a tent.

The walk was rather pleasant, with some foxes leading the way, and the occasional rabbit hopping by, and by the time I reached the large, old building, I was ready for nothing more than a long shower and a quick nap.

It looked exactly like the single photograph I’d found on the internet. It was coined as a hidden gem, and if nothing else, it was certainly hidden. The only information that I had gathered from the German website was that it was thirty euro a night, and I had exactly enough to spend my last weekend there.

I tapped the large, golden knocker and wiped sweat from my brow as I waited to be welcomed by either another guest or the owner themselves, and I wondered if they would know enough English to make the conversation somewhat productive. When the door eventually opened, however, English was not my concern.

“Good morning” he said, as my eyes widened and I mindlessly stepped back from the door. “You are here for the hostel, yes?”

The man was in his late twenties with hair so blond it looked almost white. His skin was the colour of gold, and I knew it because I was gawping at every last inch of it.

“I… I’m so sorry” I choked out, shielding my view with my hand as my face turned beet red. “S… Should I come back later?”

“Later?” He chuckled, and even his laugh sounded German, “why later? Come, come”.

Was I imagining things? The large, muscular man was completely naked, and was acting as though it was the most normal thing in the world. He wasn’t even trying to cover himself, and stood with one hand on the door, and the other draped by his side.

He eventually turned, giving me an unobstructed view of his plump, hairy ass as he strolled casually back through the hallway, and hesitantly, I shuffled inside and wondered if the man was mentally unwell.

“Kitchen” he said, pointing into a room as he walked by it. “Use it whenever you like, but some of the others like to make meals for everybody. Do you like schnitzel?”.

How was this conversation even happening? Did he even realise that he was naked?!

“Schnitzel?” I mumbled, “yeah, yeah, that’s fine”.

“Good” he nodded. “I’m Stefan, by the way”.

“Jake” I replied, and watched as he pointed into another room.

“Common area” he said, and I turned my head and almost choked on my own tongue.

Two other men sat opposite each other on two large, leather sofas. One of them was reading a book, and the other, a magazine. The younger of the two, a slender lad of no more than eighteen or nineteen, had a cigarette smouldering between his fingers. He looked up at me, cocked a brow, and then smiled.

“Hello” he said, and raised his hand.

“H… Hey” I managed, and the two naked young men returned to what they were doing as Stefan walked back.

“Philip and Otto” he said, gesturing toward the pair. “Friends, lovers, who knows?”

Philip, the younger of the two barked something in German, and the men laughed, but I was more concerned with the more pressing matter.

“Excuse me, Stefan” I said, as politely as I possibly could. He looked back over his broad shoulder. “I really don’t want to come across as rude” I grimaced, “but uh… Why is everybody um… You know?”

The man laughed in his deep voice and beamed at me. “German?” He asked, and my jaw dropped. “Because we are in Germany, boy!” He chuckled and turned to continue the tour.

“No, no, not German” I replied, hurrying after him. “Naked”.

The man stopped and shook his head as though he was only just realising that he wasn’t wearing clothes. He looked down at me with a look of utter confusion, and barked out another laugh.

“Why wouldn’t we be naked, my boy?” He asked, and slapped me on the shoulder. It took him a few seconds to realise that my question was a genuine one. “Oh” he said, “well, this is a naturist hostel. Surely you knew that before booking?”

The blood drained from my body as I stared at him. How on earth had I missed such an important aspect. He let out a long sigh as I stood there, mortified.

“I’m afraid nudism is mandatory here, my boy” he said, apologetically. “Though, there is another hostel about fifteen kilometres from here that might be more suited?”

I looked back at Philip and Otto who were completely oblivious to their own nudity, then to Stefan who seemed to be enjoying it. Was it as strange as I thought it was?

“Good morning, Stefan” a fourth person called, and I looked back to find a very handsome young man walking in from the back door, and taking off the only item of clothing that he had on, which was a pair of hiking boots.

“Good morning, Bruno” Stefan replied, “we have a new guest, though, I’m not sure how long he’ll be with us” he added with a laugh.

Bruno pushed a thick mop of black hair back on his head, and flashed a set of pearly white teeth at me.

“Welcome” he said, and extended his hand. Somewhat awkwardly, and without looking down at his large cock, I shook it. “Aren’t you going to get comfortable?” He asked.

“He didn’t know it was a naturist hostel” Stefan informed him, and Bruno smiled again.

“When in Rome” he winked, and walked by me and into the common room.

“Your choice, my friend” Stefan said, “if you’d like to stay, the sleeping area is upstairs to the left and the bathroom is up and to the right”.

I watched the naked man as he walked away, and looked back at the front door that I’d just walked in. Maybe I would have walked back out if I’d had the money for another hostel, but I was broke, and was getting naked really a bad thing?

I took a deep breath and laughed to myself. These next few nights were certainly going to be interesting.