Date: Wed, 17 Dec 2008 20:04:07 -0800 (PST)
From: Josh Josh <seattlenudist24@yahoo.com>
Subject: Getting Comfortable part 1

Clothing was never really a big deal around our house. Though not a nudist,
my dad was often seen walking to the kitchen or the bathroom naked, but
usually in the mornings before work or right before heading off to bed.  He
had the body for it. Though he wasn't completely fit, he was pretty
muscular from doing roofing and landscaping, and had the tanlines to prove
all the hours spent outdoors.  Sometimes before going to bed he'd sit at
the kitchen table naked,next to the screen door to our patio, having a
smoke.  Both my parents smoked, and eventually my brother and I did, too.
My dad probably would have hung out naked more often, but my mom was always
clothed so it was kind of an unspoken rule that being unclothed was
supposed to be temporary.  I probably took after her in the modesty
department, where my older brother, Scott, took after my dad.  He didn't
walk around naked, but didn't seem shy about walking around shirtless or
sometimes in his boxer shorts if he were hot. I never really understood it
until I hit puberty.  For some reason that's about when I always felt hot
when I was indoors, even if it were cold inside.  All the guys in my family
are the same way.

I was 10 when the body hair started to grow and started being conscious of
my erections. I suppose the guys in our family hit puberty at a younger
age, at least compared to the other guys in my classes.  I put on weight
much quicker and had dark leg and chest hair by 12.  Sometimes it feels
that I changed overnight; relaxing at home fully clothed to relaxing in
shorts and a tank or shirtless; from sleeping in pajamas to sleeping in my
underwear. The transition probably took more time, but no one took much
notice so it felt seemless.  I feel lucky I was raised around that kind of
atmosphere. I think it helped me be more confident with my own body. I
never got nervous in the locker room at school or around my friends.

Though it didn't mean I was never self conscious. I remember this one year
shortly after my mom got a swing shift job.  My dad and brother had the
place to ourselves till about 11 every night.  I was 15 at the time and
taking my nightly shower. When I opened up the curtain to grab my towel, I
suddently saw my dad with his back turned towards me, taking a piss!
Startled, I jumped back in the shower.

Dad laughed, "Sorry, Alex, I thought you heard me come in! I'll get out of
your way in a minute."

I laughed, too, "Shi-- I mean, geez, dad you scared the crap out of me!"

"Ha, Alex, it's ok you can swear around me when your mom's not around," my
dad said as he tucked in cock back into his underwear. I didn't get a good
look from my angle, but when he turned around I thought I saw a little pee
stain forming on the white briefs.  "Hey buddy, is it ok if I grab a shave
before I settle in for the night?"

"Sure, dad. I don't really need the bathroom anymore."  This was pretty
typical for him. With four people and just one bathroom, getting bathroom
time in the morning was tough.  My dad's hair grew in thick so if shaved
before bed or before work, he'd have a 5 o'clock shadow by noon anyway.  He
was pretty hairy all over. I was staring at the patch of hair just above
the back of his ass crack, imagining how much it covered his ass, when I
realized I was still in the shower.  I was torn, I didn't remember the last
time I was naked in front of my dad and for some reason nervous about
exposing myself to this stud, but at the same time I envied how comfortable
he was being nude and wanted to prove I could be as cool as him about it.

I grabbed my towel and stepped out of the shower.  In truth I was pretty
proud of my body. I had a frame that was a bit taller and more muscular
than the other guys in my class. I never saw my older brother hard, but
have seen him soft more than a few times in the bedroom we shared, and I
was probably the same size as him soft so I thought I was doing pretty good
in the meat department.  As I toweled up I glanced over at my dad.  His
back was turned towards me and he was intent on his shaving so didn't
really seem to notice me naked at all.  My dick plumped up a bit as I
watched him, and suddenly I felt a need to show him my nakedness, too. I
had an idea.

"Um.. dad?" I said nervously.

"Yeah, bud?"

"I kinda need to take piss." Actually I really had to go.  I normally would
piss after my shower or sometimes in the shower if I was feelin lazy. But
this time I had to go and my dad was going to be able to see me! Just the
idea was almost making me hard.

He replied, "Well just go ahead, I guess it's no different than going at
the stadium, right?"

"I guess so." We always went to a sports game every month or two, and have
seen plenty of cock there, but just flashes mostly.  Couldn't look too long
without getting caught. This time though, I would be peeing in full sight
of my dad, and because it would have been to awkward to do with the towel,
I hung it up on the wall, and took a few steps to the toilet completely
naked, still damp from the shower.

I looked down and watched the first stream hit the water. The only thing I
could hear was the trickle of my piss, my dad's electric buzzer, and the
rapid beating of my heart.  "There's no way he's missing this show," I
thought.

I risked a glance up at my dad's face and caught him looking at me. We made
eye contact and he smiled.

"Damn, Alex, I forget how fast you are growing up sometimes. You'll be
taller than me in a few years."

I felt like I blushed, but it's hard to tell with my skin tone so not sure
if he noticed.  I could feel my cock begin to stretch out with the
attention it was getting and I knew I had to leave quick before getting a
full raging hard on.

I shook out the last remaining trickles of piss and looked back up to my
dad, "I dunno, dad, I doubt I'll get up to 6'1."  I grabbed my towel and
wrapped it around my waste. I reached over to wash my hands and got a whif
of my dad's armpit. As I soaped up and rinsed off I glanced down at my
dad's crotch and my eyes were glued to the stretched out fabric on his
briefs. He was getting hard, too!

Maybe it was my imagination; I didn't know. I just towel dried my hands on
the towel around my waist and walked out of the room, leaving the door
open.  I walked down the hall past the living room in my towel, and walked
to my room. By then my dick was really hard and I needed to jack off real
bad.

When I got to my room I realized something I should have noticed when I
passed the living room-- that my brother would be in there. My parents
could only afford a two bedroom house and so my 17 year old brother and I
had to share.  This was not a good time for him to be there because I was
hard as a rock and needed to beat my meat pretty bad.

Scott seemed distracted with his computer so it gave me a second to find a
way to hide my hard on.  Normally I would just drop the towel and find some
boxers or something, but I didn't want to risk him seeing me so boned
up. Apparently he wasn't as distracted as I thought.

"Shit dude, put that thing away," he teased. Scott was sitting at his desk
in pajamma bottoms. His chest had two dark nipples with a patch of black
hair in the middle and treasure trail going past his navel.  There was a
bigger patch of hair on his tummy, too.

I froze at first not really sure what to do. Like I said he's seen my dick
before but never in all its glory. I've peaked at his when he had morning
wood, but that was usually when it was hidden beneath the covers or in his
boxers.  I never wanted to get caught staring.  I suddenly wondered if he
ever saw mine in the morning before I woke on those occassions I tried
sleeping naked?

Scott made a decision for me. He turned his computer screen around and
said,"Well since you are already hard look at this. Look at the bitch he's
fucking!"

Scott and I weren't supposed to look at porn on the internet, but I had a
feeling it was more because my mom did not approve, instead of my dad's
rule.  I checked it out when I had privacy, which wasn't much and never
before saw it with Scott. With the towel on, I walked a bit closer to Scott
to take a look. The picture was hot. This stud of a guy was fucking a
burnette with really hot tits. They were fake but not too big. I think he
was fucking her ass.  It made my cock twinge.

"Yeah, Scott, that's fucking hot."

"Well it looks like you need this more than me right now, buddy. I'll tell
dad you're in bed and watch TV for awhile."

Scott got up and walked out of the room. His buldge was making a tent in
his pajama bottoms and I wished I could see what his hard on looked like.
Was it as big as mine? Did it smell the same? I really wanted to know what
his cock was like. As soon as he shut the door I dropped the towel and
started stroking. I stood next to his computer staring at the girl getting
fucked wondering what it felt like to have an ass around my dick. I thought
of the piss stain on my dads briefs. The hair on his butt. My brother's
treasure trail.  I let out a moan and felt the rush of my orgasm while I
blew my load all over the floor. Spent I laid down on my bed and got under
the covers and fell asleep.

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