This is the final installation of a three part series on one of Jay's better career decisions. Start from the beginning with part 1, here.
Family friendly....a term open for interpretation.
This nudist resort considers itself to be a “family friendly” environment. They encourage people to bring their children and introduce them to the wonderful, frequently sunburned lifestyle of being a nudist. Now color me old fashion, but if I ever went horseback riding with my naked mother and father, I’m pretty sure you could still hear my dick screaming. I just don’t see how in the world that this type of activity could or should ever be considered a “family friendly” activity. As for me and mine, I’m glad we stuck to fully-clothed trips to Myrtle Beach. Anyway, after 10pm the Swingers come out and the “family” vibe goes out the window. The Game Room is where the freaks congregate. It’s a smaller bar at the back of the resort and it has some video poker machines, a pool stable and a dance floor. I had been drinking steadily since the late afternoon and was drunk. I’m not bragging about the fact that I was drunk, but you need to know for the sake of the story that I was loaded. Clit ring girl is there with her skinny, redneck manfriend and they’re shooting pool. They asked Justin and I to join. Justin sucks at pool, but I accepted their offer. Pool is the worst game to play naked. When you’ve got to reach over the table to hit a runner down the rail, you have to rub your goodies all over the table. Literally, my balls were in the pockets, and my ass was on display for the world to see. It’s hard to focus on your shot when you’re worried about possible dingle berry sightings on your backside (yes, I saw dingle berries on other people).