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One fall afternoon, me, Tommy and Chris were hanging in the loft at the fort looking out over the park. Ma had gone back to Minnesota to visit her sick sister in Rochester for the week and me and Lil were left alone with Pa. Pa was at work, so it was ok for me to come alone to the fort on my bike.
Chris said, "Looks like it's coming up a cloud. When it starts, it won't be letting up none."
Just as he said it, it begun to rain hard. On the bright side, nobody was going to the park in this rain so no one had to be lookout.
"Aw, man!" I cried.
"Huh?" grunted Chris.
"What's the matter?" asked Tommy.
"I ain't brought a raincoat and I'm supposed to be at the mall and not the park today. Pa is going to figure out for sure that I wasn't there when he picks me up at the mall later. I'll be soaked!" I wailed.
"We ain't got no raincoat, so we can't give none, and it's a fair piece to get ta the mall," said Chris in his usual slow drawl.
"What am I gonna do?" I wailed.
Tommy looked at Chris in a meaningful way. After a long pause, Tommy said, "I'm fixin' to show Brandon how we keep stuff dry, ok?"
Chris slowly nodded. Tommy said, "Round our place clothes dirty-up real quick with the mucking, planting, weeding and stuff. We do our own washin' and Ma gets mad as a hornet if we ain't presentable after chores. It's a lazy man's load to do washin' every day. We wear nuthin' or nearabout nuthin' as allowed and hose down when done. Easy peezy."
"I can't ride through town in the nudy!" I complained, "I'm already in enough trouble. Hey, wait, did you guys just say you go around naked?"
"Where'd that plastic bag that held your lunch go to?" asked Chris.
"There", I said confused, pointing to the bag I had brought with some snacks I had taken from home in my school lunch and brought to share with all of us earlier.
"Put them clothes in it to keep them dry," said Chris pointing at my clothes.
Chris was a bit slow and I thought he was struggling to see my problem. I was thinking of a nice way to say to him that he was being stupid without actually saying it.
"When you're done, we'll give you our clothes. Don't mean diddly squat if our clothes get wet," Chris finished. Chris wasn't stupid. I finally got it.
"You guys are great pals. That solves my problem, but you can't ride across town in the nudy either," I said.
"You wear my shirt and britches. I'll wear Chris' shirt. It's long enough to cover my bits. He'll be happy as a puppy with two peters to go shirtless." chimed Tommy.
"You sure about this?" I asked.
In answer, Chris started stripping, closely followed by Tommy. Not to appear weirded out, I stripped to my jocks too.
In a flash, Tommy was bare-chested and then without any hesitation he pulled down his shorts. There was a surprise in store for me.
"Hey Tommy, where're your jocks?" I exclaimed.
Standing in front of me was a completely naked Tommy. He looked great. Just the start of some muscle definition. No fat. He was tanned all over, and I mean ALL over to a golden color. There was not a hair anywhere on his body, except on his head.
"We don't wear none," said Chris, "Less washin' for us."
I was guessing that Tommy's dick was uncut and looked to be about 2.5" soft. Tommy's ball sack was tight up against his crotch and slightly wrinkly. His balls were nowhere in sight.
I turned round and saw that Chris had forgotten to stop at his shirt. Everything was lying on the floor. Chris' body was that of a Greek god. He had beautifully defined abs, smooth skin and just a patch of dirty blond hair above his dick. His balls were huge and hung low. Like Tommy, he was also tanned all over.
Chris' dick was cut and was long. It looked to be about 5" soft. Heaven knows how long it was when hard. It was also at least twice as thick as my dick.
"If I had my druthers, I'd never wear britches. Your Pa doing the washing while your Ma's outa town?" asked Chris.
"Yeah, we all do the washing together tonight," I replied.
"Better get those jocks in the bag then," Chris said.
"They gotta stay dry as tinder in the box," confirmed Tommy, "Poop or get off the pot time," he said looking at me meaningfully.
I thought about it for a moment. I could possibly let the jocks get wet and hide them in the other washing, but there was a chance that in the sorting the wetness would be discovered. I really didn't want any questions from Pa. Even if he thought I peed in them, I would be in deep doo doo.
Besides, I wanted to show these pals that I was with them and not afraid of anything. I would be in Tommy's clothes pretty much immediately anyway. I took a deep breath and pulled down my jocks. When I stood back up, both kids were clearly checking out my package. I blushed. To hide my embarrassment I grabbed the plastic bag, folded my clothes and stuffed them in the bag, being careful to tie a tight knot in the handles to be as water tight as possible.
I then got hold of Tommy's clothes and started putting them on. Man they were tight. He was a good couple of sizes smaller than me.
Tommy stopped me, "Chris, leave `em be and put `em on when you skedaddle. I'm knee-high to a grasshopper compared to you. We're like this all the time. Just go with it. Just stay like us 'til you get gone."
I was seriously uncomfortable in the clothes and uncomfortable with the idea of walking around naked. I had never been naked in front of other boys before except at school after gym in the showers and that was different somehow. I thought of saying that I had to go, but they already knew I only had to go in about an hour's time.
They were already buck naked and I could not really grab my own clothes and put them on without possibly offending them. I had also tied the bag shut tight and would probably break the bag If I tried to open it, which would be a disaster. I sighed and pulled Tommy's clothes off.
Tommy smirked at how uncomfortable I was. Being naked was natural for him. Chris was oblivious to his own nakedness as well. They kept staring at my dick.
My dick was already 5" fully hard and 3.5" soft, uncut. My balls were starting to drop.
Chris broke the silence, "Not bad, Brandon, but your peter ain't seen no sun," he said pointing at my crotch.
Tommy quickly added, "Brandon, Chris ain't sayin' that you fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down. The ugly stick missed you completely! You got a huge peter!"
I was mortified. Here were two of my best pals and they were passing comment on the state of my naked body. I looked down at my crotch. It was as white as a lily. The rest of me had a decent tan. Not quite as golden as my pals, but not too far away either. Chris had a point.
I sat on a hay bale and felt the straw tickling my butt. It felt wrong. It also felt wrong to be naked with my pals too. I said nothing for a good few minutes.
I thought about my feelings and where the wrongness came from. I decided it came from the church and the expectations of Pa and his cronies. I hated the lot of them. Anything I could do to stick it to them, I would. Fuck the church and the rubbish they spouted! I was damned anyway.
Tears started falling down my cheeks. Tommy was worried, "Hey Brandon. Didn't nobody know this was gonna be so confounded rough on ya. Get ya into Chris' britches if it helps."
I replied, "Thanks Tommy. You're a good pal. You both are. I admit that I was weirded out at the beginning, but that's not why I'm crying."
I got angry and shouted, "It's that fucking church, my Pa and his cronies that make me mad! I want to get them so bad! Even here in the safety of our fort, they are still looking over my shoulder, judging me and using my conscience against me. Well that stops here. From now on, I'm not wearing clothes in the fort ever again! The other kids can do whatever they want round here, but I won't be the church's prisoner any more. Not here, not from now on!"
Silence ruled for a long few minutes while I quietly cried more tears. Finally, I felt Chris' hand on my shoulder. He said, "We're with you buddy. Whatever it takes."
"Well knock me down and steal muh teeth!" exclaimed Tommy, "I never thought we would get to see that sorry hide of yours. And here you willin'ly stand, white ass and all, britches gone!"
I saw the mischievous grin on Tommy's face and knew he was making a joke. I jumped up and chased him around the fort. We horsed around for the remaining time. I felt great, liberated for the first time. Being naked in front of the world in the fort was a great feeling. I thought to myself that I could definitely get used to this.
It came time to leave. I reluctantly pulled on Tommy's tight clothes, said goodbye and rode to the mall with my bag of clothes strapped to the back of the bike. When I got there, I was soaked. I found the rest room and got changed into my dry stuff and blew my hair dry using the hand dryer so Pa would not see wet hair. I put Tommy's wet stuff into the now broken bag.
When I got picked up by Pa, I explained that one of my pals had got wet in the rain but had dry gym clothes he wore instead. He had forgotten his wet clothes at the mall. We washed and dried the clothes that night and I gave them back to Tommy the next day. Pa didn't suspect a thing.