Date: Tue, 13 Nov 2012 09:15:49 -0600 From: Douglas Marx Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 14; Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc Disclaimer: This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers. It is the reader's responsibility to understand local laws. By getting this far into nifty.org, the reader acknowledges his/her legal right to be here. The reader will hold nifty and/or the author harmless. Warning: This erotic fiction contains consensual sexual experiences between fictional males. If this is not your thing, leave now. Furthermore, the events depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental. Remember: In real life, play as safe as possible preferably no exchange of bodily fluids. My stories are copyrighted and are not available for us under any condition. Please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. I have shot many a load reading the stories here and I bet you have too. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc Growing Up Naked – Chapter Fourteen The last month of my senior year became rather routine. Now, what a minute; that's not true. How can having frequent sex with your Dad be routine? How can broadcasting to cyberspace the sexual escapades of two exhibitionists, Bob and me, be routine? How can the daily suck off of a fellow employee be routine? I may have grown up in an unusual household with lots of casual nudity, but even I know that what I was doing was not what most 18-year-old high school students were up too. Bob and I got together for pig sex and exhibitionism at his house with the cams running full blast. Often, Bob would fuck my hole. He never came inside me because he was running a business and the paid clientele expected the "money shot". That was frustrating because I wanted his hot man semen inside me. I wanted to feel the pulse of his cock as it shot jizz into my bowels. I could only imagine that frustration porn stars go through having all that hot sex but never able to feel the cream. Nevertheless, I was treated to a cream facial, a buttocks oiling or a chest splashing from my studmuffin, Bob. It was a small price to pay for not getting his semen in my hole. On the bright side, I learned to love the camera. I learned how to look at Bob during the intensity of a good fuck and play to the camera with my facial expressions. The nice thing was that unlike a lot of bitches in straight porn, I was thoroughly enjoying myself with every orgasm being real. Bob knew how to fuck. He was magnificent in bed. He was a caring top who's focus was always on how to make the bottom feel good. Even though, I never got his cum up my ass on film, I did get to lick his glorious rod taking the remains of his man juice and my ass juice in my mouth. It was a nice consolation prize plus whenever he shot on my pussy, he would smear his face with the juice then rub the rest on my face. Dad was teaching me about love and sex with some serious lust thrown in for good measure. This ongoing fetish of fucking me after having sex with another man being a strong example of the lust part. The sex that I had with Dad was pure passion. To that point, he was the love of my life and, if I had anything to say about it, I could have easily become his life partner. Ah, the naiveté of youth. Dad knew that there would be others. He knew I wasn't mature enough to understand the difference between lust and love. He did not want me being in love at 18 and not sowing my oats. He was a smart man. I did fall for both of them. What can I say? I was 18 with emotions that were confusing at best. Hell, I had fantasied about be impregnated by Matt so you know my head was a little screwy at that age. I didn't have anyone to talk to about these feelings. I could call my brother David. David was a great guy and I could certainly tell him everything that was going on; but, he was not the empathic kind. He would simply say, "Fuck, where's the issue? Sounds like everyone is having fun. Don't sweat it." The typical answer from a sexist, liberal straight college male. In a certain context, my brother was correct. I was having a sexual relationship with two men, one who is the person I love the most in life, my Dad, and, two, the nicest and sweetest man who loved to have sex and be naked anytime, anywhere. Exactly what is the problem? I resolved it by reminding myself that Dad told me that this was my time. Dad did not want to be my lover. He had made that perfectly clear from the beginning. I also figured that Bob wasn't interested in something deeper either. Bob cared for me. I know he enjoyed our sex/exhibition games, but I knew I wasn't Bob's "the one". After processing all this teen mind drama, I determined that the best thing to do was have Dad and Bob meet. I decided that I would invite Bob over for Saturday afternoon lunch. My work schedule was Saturday night so I had the afternoon free. I thought it would be nice for both of them since each enjoyed being naked and each enjoyed me. I had no expectation of us all having sex. Although, really? Looking back at this; come on. Three highly sexual men who drop trou any chance they get; there is no way we weren't going to fuck. I innocently thought it would be fun, which it did turn out to be. My lack of anticipation may have allowed the whole event to be so cool and positive. "Dad, I would like to invite Bob over for lunch on Saturday so the three of us can hang out." "Oh, yeah." He said with the slightest smirk. Dad knew right then that we were all going to fuck. "Yes, Bob is a nice guy. We all share nudity. I think it will be fun." "We share something else in common too, John." Dad could hardly keep a straight face. "Yeah, I know." I responded in that `oh Dad' tone kids use with their parents. Dad ignored my tone, as parents always do with kids saying, "I think it will be great. We'll have lunch, sit outside, and catch some rays. Summer's coming. Daddy's got to get a tan on his stud muscle body." Dad just loved his new body and all the attention he got. I wouldn't put it past him that he was using that hunky slab of beef on more than just me. I know one thing. Dad couldn't completely hide his gusto that Bob was coming over. He outdid himself in the kitchen Saturday with lunch. He was the "Naked Chef" without the Jamie Oliver English accent. I called Bob to ask him over and he said sure. There was definitely a tone of excitement from him as well. Bob arrived about 1 PM. He showed up at the front door in just a pair of loose shorts, no shirt, no shoes. I am sure he had driven over naked putting the shorts on to get from the car to the house. I greeted him naked at the door, hugging and kissing so the neighbors could see, particularly Mr. Taylor. I was getting to be a big show off. Bob took his shorts off before I got the front door closed. `Nice ass, eh, Mr. Taylor?' I thought. Dad was in the kitchen. I brought Bob to the kitchen for introductions. They played it cool; however, I could see them checking each other out. Both Bob and Dad's dicks were plump. Mine was hard. I offered Bob an iced tea while we waited for lunch. Bob and I sat at the table while Dad finished prepping everything. I brought everything to the table and we sat down for gourmet sandwiches, fresh chips and iced tea. Dad and Bob hit it off immediately. Their dicks were the first clue. Subsequent clues were that the conversation never lagged. I think the age separation of about ten years was a factor, beyond the point that they were nudists. Bob and Dad's dicks never fully relaxed the entire day. After lunch, we all went out in the backyard and grabbed some rays. I was so glad that they enjoyed each other. I felt Dad needed some new friends since the rest of the family was gone now and maybe he and Bob could be. We were out there for a few hours. We all started to get a little drowsy. Dad suggested that we go up to his room and take a nap. Surprisingly, looking back on it, that is exactly what we did. I woke up to something different though. Dad was sucking on my cock and Bob was using his magnificent hands and tongue on my body. They were all focused on me. "John, you don't get to do a thing. We are going to work your hot teen body over." Dad said. "No reciprocation." Bob added. "Lie there, take it and enjoy." He smiled. I got into it. I had become a sponge for the vocabulary of older men. "Oh yeah Dad suck my cock. Take it all the way down your daddy throat. Fuck yeah. That is hot Dad. I love that feeling of your hot mouth wrapped around me dick. Fuck man. Take it all. That's right Dad. You love sucking my young cock. The cock you produced from your seed. The cock that you get to taste. Fuck man. Oh yeah. Take it Daddy. I want you to take my load down your throat. Oh Dad. Oh Daddy yeah. I getting there man. I am gonna shoot my cream. This cream is for you Dad. Here it comes Daddy. Here comes your son's juice. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah!" I shot a huge load down my Dad's throat. He loved it. He didn't spill a drop. When I regained consciousness, I moved around and told Dad and Bob I wanted to watch them jack off. That was cool with them. I went over to a chair to sit and watch the show. Bob and Dad started kissing and fondling each other's nipples. Soon they were stroking madly. They were too horny for much foreplay. This was about getting fast and furious load blasting. "Oh yeah guys. Jack those dicks. Fuckin eh. This is hot. Look at these two studs working on their cocks. Cum on boys. Shoot those loads. Shoot those hot man loads. I wanna see jizz. I wanna see cum spurting. Give me cream guys. Give me man cream." Bob and Dad shot simultaneously. It was so fucking incredible watching two men that I cared for jack. They both got into the verbal spewing. After they finished, I jumped back on the bed and rolled around on them picking up as much cum on my body as possible. I looked over at the clock and realized it was time to go to work. I jumped in the shower, ran into the kitchen to grab a quick bite. Bob said that we would drive me over to the theater. Naturally, when we got into the car, Bob took his shorts off and drove me there naked. Man, he was quite the exhibitionist. Dad invited Bob to come back and have dinner, which I thought was a nice gesture. When I got home from the theater that night, Bob's car was still in the driveway. I went in quietly walking through the house. The house was silent. I peeked into Dad's room and saw Dad and Bob curled up together fast asleep. I had a feeling they played again during the evening. They looked very peaceful and sweet. I took a shower; sat up and watch a little TV and then I went to bed in my room. I was perfectly happy to be by myself with Dad having a new friend. I hope you enjoyed this chapter possibly getting you horny and hard. The comments received are greatly appreciated. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com I would particularly love to hear from others who spend a lot of their life naked and/or being an exhibitionist.