Date: Tue, 20 Nov 2012 09:10:16 -0600 From: Douglas Marx Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 16; 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. We have all shot loads over the years reading Nifty. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc Growing Up Naked - Chapter Sixteen Bob and Dad hit it off more than I ever anticipated. It was great to witness because I could tell Dad was that happiest I had ever seen him. Bob started spending a lot of time over at the house. His shifts were weirder than mine running a hotel. Sometimes I would come home from the theater, and his car would be in the driveway. I knew he was seeing Dad so I didn't bother them. Bob didn't come to the theater like clockwork to jack off any more. He was more sporadic; however, his exhibitionist streak needed a fix, so it never completely went away even with as much time as Dad and he spent together. Dad, Bob and I had sex together often, but I knew that there relationship was becoming a bond like the one I had beheld at one time between my Mom and my Dad. They enjoyed sharing me. I don't believe there was any desire for me not to participate. It is just that they were falling in love with each other. My brother David finished his freshman year in college. Unlike the girls, he wanted to come home for the summer. David wanted the benefit of no expenses while working all summer for extra money for his sophomore year. There was plenty of wild oats for him to pursue back in his hometown. Plus, David had me as a resident mouth if the cunt de jour didn't put out. Graduation day came. In a certain context, I was not looking forward to it. Mom and Dad were not speaking any more, except in the details of the divorce. This was hard because I wanted everyone to be happy and together. Alas, it was not to be that way. Looking back on it all, there was a lot more to Mom leaving than met the eye. It is obvious she needed a new start and a new life. Part of the catalyst for that happening before I finished school and went to college was that Dad had moved completely to the gay-side of life. Dad must have been having sex with other men way in advance of the situation with me and then with Bob. I don't know when it got started in earnest and I never asked Dad; I didn't want to know. However, Mom had put two-and-two together and come up with gay. Had he had sex with Mr. Taylor? Did he sneak out to the gay bars? Did Dad go to glory holes? Did he have a man on the side? These things I never asked. I also suspect that Mom knew that Dad and I were sleeping together and having sex. This clearly did not go over well with her. She didn't bring this issue up during the divorce probably because she didn't want others to know. She also perhaps thought that if others knew, it would reflect badly on me. She did care for me; however, I was number four and she had had it by that time. Dad, on the other hand, missed having everyone in the house. He was the one that missed the family being together. The girls never came to visit any more. They had their own lives and I am sure they also suspected what might be going on at home between Dad and me. My brother David knew that Dad and I were having sex. He was quite cool about it. I sometimes think that he wished he could either join or have Dad for himself; kind of a bonding thing more than anything, because he really did like girls and was quite the stud on campus. The big day came and the seating was awkward. Dad, Bob and my brother sat together and Mom and her new beau sat on the other side of the audience. They never spoke. It meant that I had to go over to Mom to thank her and then leave her. Not what I had envisioned for my high school graduation, but it was what it was. After the ceremony was over, the four of us, Bob, Dad, David and I went for a nice dinner. Regardless that it wasn't what I thought it would be all those years, it was nice. I was with my family. I was with the family that wanted to be with me most. Dad, Bob and I had fallen in love with each other. The love I had for both of them was not the same as the love Dad and Bob had. They were becoming a couple. I was just part of the package. It was all fine by me. I loved my Dad more than I loved any other person on earth and I was happy he was enjoying Bob. They were clearly content with each other. I also loved my brother very much. He was so cool. I think he felt the same about Dad; he wanted him to be happy. We all went home after dinner, of course, taking off our clothes immediately at the door. Dad and Bob retired to Dad's room, which was quickly becoming their room. My brother and I retired to our room. That night David and I had a long chat about stuff. David wanted to know what all had happened while he was at school last year. I was very blunt with him about everything. David was hard the whole time I talked about sex with Bob, the theater, sex with Dad, sex with Matt, sex with Bob and Dad. I finally said to David, "You want me to take care of that?" I leaned over to his bed and put my mouth around his cock. He moaned in ecstasy. I worked on it for about five minutes or so and then the unexpected happened. David pulled me up and started to kiss me. This was wild but what the hell. I pulled away for just a second and said, "David, are you sure you want to do this?" He said, "Yes and we'll talk about it later. Now I want to fuck you." And, he did. Sex on a twin bed is hard, but we managed. David was incredibly passionate in his kissing. He rolled over on top of me moved his dick with mine. He put my hands up behind my head while he was kissing me holding me like this was a torrid love affair. He moved all the way up and down my body. He nibbled on my nipples, which will always make me crazy. I moaned in a low voice. I am sure that Dad and Bob could hear by this time what was going on. He moved down my stomach started to lick my shaft. He went for my balls and took both of them in my mouth. Even in my advanced state of arousal, I thought, "I think he has done this before." Then he moved back on my shaft with his tongue and took his mouth over the head of my dick. As sure as any cocksucker I had ever met, he took my dick into his mouth and took as much as he could. After relaxing for a minute or two just keeping it in his mouth, he went for it, taking it all the way down his throat. Fuck me. This was hot. David continued this for a few minutes, much longer than I would ever have assumed. Of course, I never assumed or considered that we would ever have this kind of sex. He kept his mouth on my cock while he reached over for some lube. He then put some on his fingers and started playing with my hole. I moaned even more. There is no way at this point the rest of the house didn't know what was happening in the boys room. Still keeping his mouth on my cock, he put some lotion on his dick. Finally, he released my cock from his mouth. He got up on his knees, raised my legs, and put the head of his dick to my hole. He looked directly at me and said, "John, I am going to fuck the shit out of you." Moreover, he did. He plunged his dick into my hole. He was not gentle and I screamed at first, which turn into loud moans. I said, "Yeah, David. Fuck me. Take my hole. Give me that brother dick. Oh baby. I want it so bad. That's it David. Stick it in me. Make it hurt. Shove that dick all the way man. I want every inch of it. Give it to me. Fuck me man. I want that brother cum. Yeah David. Fuck me. Oh yeah man. Give me that dick. Oh fuck I have always loved your cock. I have always wondered what it would be like up my hole. Now I know and it is hot. You are one hot fucker brother." While I am going on with my verbal spewing, he pounded me ass. He did not let up. He just kept bringing his dick out and shoving it back in as deep as it would go. I kept talking very loud with lots of hot encouragement. I looked up at his beautiful, manly chest. His nipples were just stunning. I would suck them all day if I had the chance. His skin was perfect. There was not an ounce of fat on him. His pecs were so masculine with hair across and a lovely treasure trail to his crotch. Watching his chest heave up each time he thrust his dick into me was incredible. Now it was his turn to speak. "So here's some straight man sex for you John. Yeah, you love getting fucked by me. You've wanted my dick all your life. Oh fuck your hole his hot. Damn, I wish I had done this a long time ago. You are one hot fucker yourself, brother. You are such a pig when it comes to cock, just as I'm a pig when it comes to pussy. However, tonight it is about man pussy. It is about my giving you my dick. You've taken my cream down your throat for years, but never up your ass. Shit I wish I had done this before. You are so tight. This is nothing like fucking a chick. You know how to work that hole. Oh, fuck man. I don't think I can last much longer. Oh yeah buddy. Oh yeah. Here cums my man cream. Here cums your brother's load. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh FFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!" I could feel it going into me. Oh my God. What an experience! I could feel six or seven pumps coming from his dick as my hole wrapped itself around it. I grabbed my dick and jacked it furiously. It didn't take more than a minute. My brother just looked at me with his dick still deep inside as I shot my cream. It hit all the way to my face. When David saw that he said, "Damn!" David pulled out and collapsed next to me on the tiny twin bed. We were both spent. We just laid there looking at the ceiling of our boyhood room. We were both in a dream state. I didn't know what was going on with David, but I was perfectly happy to be the recipient of whatever it was. I'm not proud. Ten minutes or so went by and David started to talk. "I meant what I said about that I had wanted to do that for a long time and that I wish I had done it sooner. You know I am a pussy hound, John, however, college has brought about opportunities that I never thought I would ever pursue. (I knew he has sucked more than my cock.) I have fucked a few guys now and then, and I have to say, it is a hell of a lot of fun. There is much less hassle. I don't have to buy dinner. Guys just like to fuck and they love a college jock like me. I seem to be a fantasy or something. Maybe you can explain that to me more sometime. "I am dating a steady girl. We have a great time, super sex and I enjoy her company. But, I realize I need a little more than just one snatch." Using that term it was clear to me then, as well as now, that David was not going to settle down and raise a family any time soon. He did continue to be a pussy hound well into his mid-thirties. Even after he did marry, he did not have kids. They had a very bohemian relationship similar to my parents. David and I never stopped fucking. We continue to this day whenever it works for both of us. "So bro, I love the fact that you are my queer little brother (we were really about the same size, it is just an expression). We have always been close and I always want it to be that way. I don't want to take sides with everything going on between Dad and Mom, but I feel comfortable here with you all. The family dynamic changed. It is just so relaxed here now that the girls are gone." Once again, David is sexist. He never got over that and his wife just doesn't pay any attention to that part of him. I kissed him and said that, "as much as I am enjoying this, I have to pee and I do want to sleep in my own bed tonight. These beds are too small." David was totally on board with that. Romance was not his strong suit. The next morning's breakfast was accompanied by some smiles from Dad and Bob. They never said a word and we did not volunteer. I am sure they wanted details about why that happened, but were considerate enough to know that it was between David and me. David did express to Bob how happy he was that he was part of the family and part of Dad's life. I thought that was pretty sweet and insightful for my "straight" college jock brother. I smiled all day. I hope you enjoyed this chapter possibly getting you horny, hard and load shot. Thank you all for writing. The positive response is very motivating. 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.