Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2013 13:32:56 -0800 From: Douglas Marx Subject: Growing Up Naked: Chapter 23; Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc Disclaimer: This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers. 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, any similarity to any person, place or thing living or dead is merely coincidental. There is no safe sex in this story because it is fiction. Remember: In real life, play as safe as possible preferably no exchange of bodily fluids. My stories are copyrighted and are not available for use under any condition. Please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. We have all shot our loads reading Nifty. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc ----------------------------------- Growing Up Naked – Chapter Twenty-Three David was right. Now that he had fucked Dad, the tension in the house had completely dissipated. I'm surprised that I had not picked up on the vibe, but it was absolutely different the next day. There was a new level of calmness in our home. Bob was having breakfast as usual when I crawled out of bed. David and Dad were already off to work. I was apprehensive about this morning's conversation about how the interview went. After good morning, Bob immediately inquired, "How did the interview go, John?" "Oh, it went well." I hesitantly answered while I poured some cereal. "Did you like Mr. Brooks?" Bob kept pushing. I sat down, looked Bob in the face and said, "Bob, I played with Mr. Brooks. I'm so sorry. You asked me to be on my best behavior and I wasn't." "Depends on what the definition of best behavior means, doesn't it?" Bob quipped. "Yes." Not finding his joke amusing. "But, I am your friend. You got me a job and the first thing I did was take my clothes off for the HR guy so he could watch me jack off and then shoot his load on me." Bob said, "John, I would have preferred that you not played with Mr. Brooks. It will complicate your employment at the hotel, but you did. I wanted to see if you could control yourself." "Bob, I tried. Mr. Brooks showed hard through his pants as he gave me a tour of the hotel. I ignored it for a while, but at some point, it was just too much." "Yeah, he's got a big one, doesn't he?" Bob smiled. "The problem with succumbing to Mr. Brooks' advances is that he will want sex periodically for you. Now, I know that isn't much of a challenge because you are the last whore except Mr. Brooks can be controlling and want to do more kinky things than you have experienced up to now." "Such as?" "Mr. Brooks likes to top or bottom and he loves bondage. I know he wants to put his cock up your sweet hole while you are bound and gagged." My cock started to betray me as I considered what Bob was saying. Bob continued, "But, John, Mr. Brooks is perfectly harmless and he is not going to do anything to hurt you. Besides, he has an incredible body. He is just your type of man." "Yes, he is Bob, but that dick. I don't know if I could take that." "Few have. Mr. Brooks understands the dilemma of his massive cock. Everyone wants it including me, but reality sets in for most. Maybe you will be different, but remember, don't get your hole all stretched out with Mr. Brooks. Your hole is for your clients. If you tell him no fucking, he will be ok with that. I guarantee you, though; he will expect sex from you. Period." Bob said emphatically. "Well, I gotta go." Bob left the table, got his clothes on and yelled as he was walking in the garage that he was leaving. I spent the day concerned about Mr. Brooks and that I had fucked up. Still, I had work to do around the house since I was the chief maid, at least for now. David got home around three and like the good little housewife I put out for my husband. The sex with David was always amazing. His hands were so rough from working the landscaping job. His touch sent chills down my spine. Thankfully, most days he showered before our afternoon fuck. Although, those days he didn't and played me rough were some of the best. Each of my three men are incredible lovers. David and I, despite my protestations, were becoming the equivalent of Bob and Dad. I was beginning to surrender to however our relationship was heading. Bob was the kindest person I ever met. I loved him so much because he was the most influential in bringing me out sexually. He was a Dad to me in a way. Bob taught me. Dad, on the other hand, was Dad. No words can describe the feeling of making love to my father. Having my father deposit his sperm inside my bowels, the same sperm that had made me, was a tremendous experience. I'm so appreciative to have that because so many sons pine for that level of intimacy with their Dads and never get it. Luckily, I didn't have to choose. I was married to three men who were so self-assured there was not a jealous bone in their bodies. I could have sex with one, two, all three, or others and at the end of the day they still loved me. I knew then, as I know now, I am blessed. Dad announced at dinner that the estate sale people were coming on Saturday to tour the house. He said he wanted this done fast so he instructed us that we were all moving over to Bob's house on Saturday. Moving meant our clothes and personal effects. Dad said with a smirk that he hired Joe Geovanni & Son Moving Co. on Bob's recommendation. David and I just laughed. The estate people planned to work on pricing everything and getting it up on their website. The sale would be in two weeks. He said that he wanted us away so they could do their job in peace. He also said that he was installing a lock on the door to our room so no one could enter. Dad continued to explain the remodel. The kitchen and bath demo plus removal of all the carpeting in the house begins the next day after the sale. Then, the painters would come in, remove the tacky cheese ceilings, fix the walls and paint the entire house inside and out. The new kitchen, bathrooms and floors would be installed followed by the painters coming back to do those rooms. He said we would be at Bob's about six weeks. While all the interior stuff is going on, there will be a new roof put on starting the same day as the interior demolition. The painters are assigned to the outside of the house during the install of the new kitchen, bathrooms, floors and electric. It was a big project and Dad was going to take some time off to be there. This meant that David and I would not get to be in our bedroom again until David returned for Thanksgiving. I was sad about that, but I wasn't going to argue with progress. After how nice our bedroom turned out and the shitty way our mother and sisters were treating us, I was ready to see the old leave. It was time for a new life. Dad decided that the girls room was going to become a study. I could tell he wanted to put his daughters out of his mind as much as possible by even changing the room's purpose. I know it sounds like Dad was being authoritarian about the whole project, but let's look at each of the rest of us. David had no interest in the house from that standpoint. He thought it was a good idea. He would have been excellent at the work, if he didn't already have a good job, plus he was going to go back to college halfway through the remodel. Bob ran a major hotel in downtown. He was gearing up for fall convention season. He had no time to participate. I was starting a new job, which was going to require much more of my time regardless of whether or not I became a cocksucking male prostitute for businessmen. Now I don't even have to write a suspense novel about whether or not I became a cocksucking whore at my new job. You all know I did. I will tell you the details, which is the main reason anyone is reading this story. It ain't about the remodel subplot, unless I share with you how the Hispanic painters and roofers gang fucked me when I "accidentally" forget something at the house. I took ten loads either up my ass or down my throat. Some of them were a little shy around their amigos, so I had a few by myself behind the closed door of Dad and Bob's empty bedroom. I liked that. Those guys went a little further kissing me and even sucking on my cock as long as their buddies didn't see them do a `maricon' thing. No one reading this cares that the remodel was on time, but they will care as to how that happened. Dad made friends with the studly Hispanic, 30-year-old, married foreman and every day after the workers left, the foreman got a nice piece of Daddy dick up his hole for doing a good job. Now, I am not being stereotypical here. This is my observation that many Hispanic men have a thing for older white guys. The foreman sure had a thing for my hunky, hairy, beefy, muscular late-40s caucasian Dad and he ran his employees ragged getting the project done, because if Dad didn't see major progress every day, he wasn't getting Daddy dick. The foreman being a bottom whore like myself, didn't want to miss a day without Dad cream. I digress. Dad took charge of the remodel and we all agreed to stay out of it. Joe and Joey came to move our stuff. Now it wasn't very much, but it was faster to have a professional move us instead of making trip after trip in the car. Besides, I know Dad had an alternative motivation because of Bob's recommendation of the father/son moving team. As Daddy Joe and stud son Joey moved our stuff into Bob's house, Joe asked Bob about the cameras. "What's all this camera stuff, Bob?" I could tell that Joe was infatuated with Bob. He obviously liked Bob's take charge attitude even when being fucked. "It's for my website Joe." Bob responded. "I broadcast to my member site my daily routine of walking around the house naked. I put on a weekly show for special members who get to jack off with me." "Wow. You don't have it on now, do you?" "No, Joe. I don't have it one now." "Good, I don't want to part of a broadcast, but I wouldn't mind having a recording. Will it just record?" Joe said with a smile. Bob walked right up to Joe, grabbed his crotch and said, "You finish up and I'll turn on the cameras. You can have your own porn DVD." Joe's cock was already hard. Joe and Joey finished up fast. As soon as the last box was put away, Bob shut the front door and said, "If you're in my house, you got to take your clothes off." We already knew that and started undressing. Joe and Joey did the same. Bob sneaked into the guest bedroom and turned on the cameras, not the broadcasting, just the recording part of the computer system to capture the action throughout the house. I walked right up to Joey and said, "Now can I worship your body?" Joey said with a smile, "Yeah, we got all the time in the world today." I started to touch his massive arms. I moved my hands up and down feeling his incredible muscles. My mouth was watering looking at his projecting nipples. I wanted to go straight for them, but I wanted to look his whole body over. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw David was watching the whole process of me exploring Joey's built-like-a-brick-shithouse physique. David's cock was hard and he was stroking away. I was thrilled to see that David was turned on by this because I was concerned he might be possessive. That was stupid though. David has too much confidence. He knew my fascination with Joey was just that. David knew that he was the one that satisfied me more than any other man. I continued to give devotion to Joey's magnificent muscles. After touching him all over, I did a second round with my tongue. I licked his eight-pack abs moving up to the point where I simply couldn't hold out any longer and placed my warm mouth around his stunning areolas. Joey loved it. He moaned deeply as my mouth encircled his man nips. He obviously was a nipple whore top working hard to make them perfect for this, and any other, nipple whore bottom. My ass was sticking out as I bent over to pay tribute to the masterpiece that was Joey's chest. Precipitously, there was a most familiar heat; a blaze that was the tip of my brother's cock. I felt David's strong hands touch my own eroticized nipples. As he touches my tits, I moved my ass backward reaching desperately for his bludgeoning device that I have come to crave. David directed his hole plunger into my waiting ass without even handling his cock. My sphincter opens with the naturalness of a well-oiled door, the door to my lover's greatest passion, my pussy. David's semen shooter moved all the way into my arse. I would let out a louder moan, but I can't pull my mouth away from Joey's nipples long enough to make the audible sound. I feel David's pubs and balls firmly against my taint and delicious young ass cheeks. I know what was required of me, as a man to service men. I released my mouth from Joey's pectorals to head south to a greater projectile, Joey's rock hard candy. I am about to receive the rewards of this entire years' worth of sexual practice with the protein of my Adonis brother and the virility of my fireplug stud, Joey. I can't describe in my usual diatribe the ecstasy of this experience. I know my orgasm came without touching my cock with cum splattering all over Bob's living room floor. I know I received the juices of my brother in his rightful place, my ass. I know that I consumed the sweet cream of stud muffin Joey down my always-willing throat. The intensity of the incident is now written somewhere in my DNA. The coital-climax sends shivers down my spine even now as I write. The gates of heaven opened for several minutes with my seeing the white light. When I was told to turn away, I found myself collapsed on the floor being kissed by both mouths of my real men. I couldn't even concept until later that David was not only kissing me, but was kissing Joey. How far we had come. Simultaneously, in the guest room Bob, Dad and Joe were at it big time. I only can describe this from the loud noises of sexual conquest coming down the hall and the ensuing DVD recording made of the event. As hot as it sounded, David, Joey and I had no strength to go watch. All I can say about the Daddy threesome was each Daddy penis ended up in each Daddy ass and mouth. This was an event where everybody shared and shared alike. Surprisingly in the end, my Dad received the hot emissions of Joe's load up his ass and Bob's cream spewed over his handsome face. While Joe remained inside Dad's hole, Dad jacked a load off into the waiting mouth of his loving partner. The three of them kissed each other sharing the sweet jizz before falling into a pile of mature beef on the bed. Dad excused himself first getting in the shower and out the door back to the house to meet with the estate people. Joe and Joey left next with a commitment to serving as movers back to the family home. Bob ordered David and I to get our stuff organized. He was not living in a messy house. Bob was not to be fucked with on certain topics. Moving into Bob's house was a challenge. Bob's house was much smaller. The kitchen was barely big enough for two people. If someone had a hard on during cooking, it was difficult to get the refrigerator open. We all managed fine. We were all on different schedules. Bob continued to work more hours so he was never home for a meal other than breakfast. Dad was over at the house making sure everything was done properly including his daily fuck reward to the foreman. Dad and David saw each other the most because their schedules were closer. I asked my boss at the hotel if I could work whatever hours Bob was working so that I could ride back and forth with him. He was fine with that because it gave him an employee to cover odd hours. Riding home with Bob was always a trip. Bob and I would leave the parking garage in his car. He would pull into a little side alley near the hotel. There he would take off all his clothes and throw them in the backseat. I did the same. We drove back to his house naked every night after work. Before David left for college, we just drove home naked. Bob knew that David was going to fuck me each night so he didn't want to do anything that would reduce my horniness for my stud brother. Once David was gone, Bob wanted me to shoot a load while we were driving if I wasn't spent from paid sex. Sometimes we would go see the guy at the drive-thru. Bob would order, then he asked me if I would shoot for his friend while he looked down into the car. Bob didn't want to shoot because he wanted to be available for Dad if Dad was in the mood. Now I was guaranteed at least one exhibitionist experience per evening with my new job. That didn't happen at the theater. I loved it. Before I go any further, I do want to tell the story of my last night at the theater. It was a very hard day for me. I was melancholy and prone to crying whenever someone told me how much they enjoyed working with me or said they were going to miss me. This was particularly true of the owner. I never knew how much I meant to him. He was so gracious and gave me lifetime movie passes for two as his going away present for good service. Even the snotty girls behind the counter expressed how much they liked me. Once the last movie started, everyone left, just like any other night. I decided that I would go back to my habit of taking my underwear off for old time sake. I finished cleaning up and counting the money. I was standing out in the lobby reflecting about what a wonderful four years it had been. I thought about Phil more than any, because he was the first guy, other than my brother and his friends, who I sucked off. I thought about Matt. How I never figured out what his true sexual preferences were. I thought about Bob. How we became friends and then how my Dad and he fell in love. Who saw that coming? Suddenly there was a knock on the glass doors to the theater. It was Bob. I had locked the doors as always for security and safety at the end of the night. I opened the door. He came in planting a big kiss on my lips. I kissed him back immediately remembering the wonderful feeling and friendship we had in our own right. "Hey babe." Bob said. "Bob, what are you doing here?" "John, I came to celebrate your final night. You don't think I was going to let the last night end without us having sex in the theater. What kind of exhibitionist do you think I am?" Bob joked. "Well, you are the best exhibitionist on the planet. I was foolish to think you would forget." "And, I brought a little DVD present for you. Something you haven't seen." "Oh cool." I wondered what it was. Bob asked. "Which theater does the movie finish last?" "Theater 2, Bob." I smiled thinking about how we had watched the porn movie of Bob and me, at the same time having sex with Matt. "Ok. I'll go into theater 2. When the movie is through and everyone is out, you will find me in my usual spot naked." Bob handed me the DVD so that I could put it on up in the booth. He walked into the movie. I stood around a little more, then I thought, `I bet Bob is playing with himself in the back row.' I went into the theater and, sure enough, Bob was in the back row with his pants down around his ankles and his dick standing straight up. I went over and sat down with him. We watched the movie just as we always did while we played with each other's cock. The final scene was approaching. I pulled up my pants. Walked back out of the theater to get my trashcan and wait to play airline hostess with the departing movie guest, `bub-bye'. The movie ended. The crowd walked out. I watched everyone so there were no stragglers. After checking the bathrooms, I walked behind the refreshment counter, turned off the main lobby lights and took off my clothes folding them neatly for later. I went to theater 2's projection room and popped the DVD in the computer. By the time, I got downstairs and into the theater, the movie had started and my mouth dropped. There on the screen was Bob and Mr. Brooks naked and kissing. I said to myself, `of course there was a recording.' Bob was standing down front with a big smile and no clothes stroking his cock. I walked right up to him and gave him a big kiss as our dicks pressed into each other on our stomachs. Bob pushed me back a little to ask the question. "Well, what do you think?" "I think it is fucking hot." "Let's sit down and watch for a few minutes before we play much more." Bob suggested. Here was that hunky, preppy Mr. Brooks naked kissing my friend Bob. Mr. Brooks' body was exactly as I thought it would be. He was fucking hot. He clearly worked out. He had a nice hairy ass, legs and chest. His nipples and pectorals were spectacular. But the dick. OMFG. I was reminded of the deliciousness of Mr. Brooks' cock and how much I wanted to suck it. It was one of those cocks that was as big as a baby and you could burp it. It was one of those cocks that never was fully hard because there just isn't enough blood. It was one of those cocks that you wonder what the fuck am I going to do with that, yet still amazed and grateful to have to figure it out. Bob and I sat watching the movie until the end. We were both stroking our meat. I think we both had a certain fascination over Mr. Brooks' enormous dick. Up on the screen, Bob tied Mr. Brooks wrists to the post of the bed. Bob started fucking the shit out of Mr. Brooks and Mr. Brooks was screaming at the top of his lungs. That huge cock of his bouncing all over his belly as Bob plowed his hole. This DVD would sell thousands of copies worldwide at $69.95. It was that good. Finally, Bob shot a load into Mr. Brooks' willing ass. We didn't see that money shot because it was a private video with no reason to pull out. While still deep inside, Bob took hold of Mr. Brooks' baby stroking it to a major climax where rope after rope of sweet jizz landed on that beautiful hairy chest. Mr. Brooks' never took off his herringbone glasses. That was incredibly sexy because he held on to the slightest evidence of his conservative preppy style while lowering to the depth of pigdome. Bob collapsed onto Mr. Brooks. They kissed for quite some time. It was amazing to watch Bob caress Mr. Brooks' body without Mr. Brooks being able to reciprocate with his wrists still tied. The video ended but it was on repeat so it started up again right away. By that point, I was down on Bob's cock with my hands playing with his nipples. I raised my head for a second looking into Bob's eyes I asked, "Bob, can I fuck you?" Bob responded, "Sure, but I didn't know you ever wanted to top." "I don't, but I would like to try it out. I want to do it with you first to see if I like it." Bob had brought a sheet and lube just in case we went that far. He spread it out. I followed onto him attempting to be more dominating in my lovemaking. I could see that I was going to have to practice. Bob pulled me close kissing me softly. Our dick rubbed against each other. He interrupted with a question. "What's this all about, John? Why do you want to fuck me? Why do you want to try to top me tonight?" "Bob, I'm scared about my new job including my special room service skills. I know that some straight guys loved to be fucked. I don't want to disappoint with being only a bottom whore." "Babe, what did I say about hurting people?" "Sometimes I have to say no." I answered. "Why be something that you aren't? No businessman is going to like being fucked by someone who's not into it. John, accept that fact that you are a total bottom. That you like sucking cock. That you like eating ass. That you like serving guys. That you like dicks to shoot big man loads up your hole. That you like bigger, dominant guys. You know I can go both ways, but I like both ways. My experience with you is that you like being manhandled and there is nothing wrong with that." "Ok." I said a little dejected. Bob grabbed me, slapped me on the ass, kissed me and said, "So you can fuck me if you want, or I can take over now and we can both do what we do best." "Take over Bob." Bob started in on me. He kissed me hard. Our dicks rubbed against each other. I thought we might end up doing frottage tonight, but Bob had other plans. Suddenly, Bob told me to get on my knees with my face down to the floor. I did. Bob stood up. Slapped some lube in my hole and within a minute was pounding my ass with his luscious cock. He was fucking me doggy-style. He rolled his upper body over my back. I was supporting him while he grabbed my nipples and worked the shit out of them. It wasn't long before I felt Bob's meat expand in my cavity. He shot into me hard. It was extremely difficult not to fall on the floor, but I knew if I did I would hurt my stiff prick. When Bob finished his orgasm, he rolled off me onto his back on the sheet. "Get up fucker. I want to watch you jack off. Your my little exhibitionist friend. Show me. Let me see that beautiful body of yours sperm and spasm." I stood up. I pounded my pud playing with my nipples while looking down at my hunky friend Bob. I remembered all the good times we had being naked in the theater and watching each other jack. If I looked under the sheet, I could probably still see cum stains on the carpet from our escapades. Bob was egging me on with a litany of profanities and sexual terms to help me climax. He instructed me to stand over him. He wanted my cum to shoot out over his chest and face. He told me to make sure I aimed. I unloaded all over him. When I was done I got down on top of him and mixed my cum from his body onto mine. I kissed him and thanked him. Bob was right. I was a total bottom. Even in that scene with me standing over Bob, Bob was the one in control, just as David had said about him. "Now buddy. You still want to top?" "Fuck no, Bob. If they don't like it, they can find another whore." "That's my boy." Bob and I laid there for several minutes staring at the ceiling and talking. Finally, Bob said, "John, we go to go." "Ok." This was it. I was about to walk out of the theater for the last time. I started to cry. Bob was kind saying, "Look buddy. It will all be ok. We all have to say goodbye over and over again in life. This was a good run. It's time to move on." "I know." "Look. Let's fold our clothes and walk out the door naked to my car. It will be a fitting finale to your career here at the little movie house." We folded up the sheet. Bob picked up his clothes getting his car keys out of his pocket. We walked into the lobby. I went behind the counter and put my clothes in my backpack. I ran up to the booth to get the DVD and place the theatrical release back in the computer. I laid the key to my dear little movie house on the owner's desk with a thank you note. Then, Bob and I walked naked out the front door. As I heard the door click and lock behind me, I knew it was all going to be ok and it was time to move on. We got in Bob's car and drove back to his house. Bob went into his bedroom where my Dad was waiting for him with open arms. I went into the guest bedroom where my hunky stud brother was fast asleep. He moved enough to acknowledge my presence and kiss me, but he didn't fuck me that night. It was very late. He needed sleep more than my ass. We moved into a spoon position. I feel asleep in seconds with a big smile on my face. I accepted who I was, a total bottom slut whore, my brother's lover, and about to embark on a new career in the world's old profession. ----------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you all for writing. The positive response is very motivating. 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