Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2012 09:11:26 -0400 From: Douglas Marx Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 3; Story codes: M, MM, MB, BB, exhib Disclaimer: This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be read by adults over the age of eighteen-years-old, 21-years-old in certain states and countries. Erotic fiction is illegal in certain states and countries. 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 ages 15 and up, with the majority of experiences over 18. 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. Please do not use my stories without my permission and please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com. Support nifty.org. It takes money to operate. 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. Please enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, MB, BB, exhib Growing Up Naked - Chapter Three Things started to change at home during my junior year of high school. The other kids were gone to college now. Mom went on her own path. With just me left, there was no point in hanging around the house all day. I was self-sufficient, didn't participate too much in extra-curricluar school activities that would have required her chauffeur expertise. I liked working. Mom took a volunteer position in the city that led to a permanent job offer. She took the job. Now I was working nights at the theater leaving Dad and Mom home alone in the evenings. One day I came home from school. I didn't have to work the theater that night. We had dinner in the usual manner. The only thing different was that we all wore clothes. For some reason, that night I intuitively knew that I should not be naked. My folks and I sat down in the living room afterwards. They told me that they wanted to speak to me. It sounded serious. Mom announced that she and Dad were separating. She said that she didn't know whether they were going to divorce or not. She said that she felt it was time for her to do a few things for herself. She said that she would be the one leaving the house. She wanted to get a place downtown where she could walk to work. I felt crushed. It hadn't occurred to me that something like this would happen. Looking back on it, it makes a lot of sense. She had given up many of her bohemian ways to raise a family. I respected her for that sacrifice, not at the time, in later years. It took guts to go find oneself again. My folks always wore their marriage like a loose garment -- no pun intended. This became a natural progression of that attitude. They ultimately did get a divorce. Neither remarried. Mom found a nice guy who she spent her forties with. And, Dad found the love of his life. That's later in the story. It took a while for me to recover from the divorce. My siblings were gone so I didn't have them to talk to. I talked with Phil about it a lot. He pointed out some things that I hadn't thought of, which I just wrote about. It still hurt for a long time. At moments, it still does. This did leave one aspect of life once Mom moved out; Dad and I never wore clothes again. We both had a lot to process. I don't know what all he needed to work out. I know he was not quite the same for a long time. I wasn't either. We both did the best we could. One thing we did was make a pack that would both be home for dinner every night. I arranged with my boss to start work at seven at night. I could manage the closing of the candy counter, close the books for the day, and clean up after everyone was gone. Dad and I got into a routine that last year of high school. We shucked out clothes the moment we got in the door. We made dinner, sat together and chatted about our day. Over time, we loosened up, getting to know each other on a more personal level. He would go to the gym after dinner taking me to theater on the way. Weekends Dad spent a lot of time alone as I worked. He got more into the gym and his already great body got better. He was turning hot and I noticed. I also noticed that I started jacking off more thinking about him. We had the gay discussion some time ago before Mom left. He was cool with it, yet still wanted me to be prudent at least until I turned 18. I had not had sex sex. I was an exhibitionist. I jacked off often. I gave Phil blowjobs until he left. I gave blowjobs when my brother still lived at the house and we had friends over. I like to lose my clothes any time I could. I just had not had real, in bed sex, with another guy. The weird thing about it was that I started to fantasize about my Dad being the real, in-the-bed sex guy. The times that we were at home together, which included being naked, my dick was having a hard time staying down. I could see that my Dad saw this. We talked about it occasionally joking about how great youth is. It finally got to be rather commonplace that when we sat watching TV my dick was hard. I could see out of the corner of my eye that his would get at least plump. Finally, one night I could not take it any longer. I had been thinking about this Dad-sex thing for some time. With the openness of our relationship, I felt that the truth had to come out. During dinner one night, I spoke with Dad about my feelings. "Dad, I have something important and scary to speak with you about." "What is it John?" I stammered it out. "Dad, I have not had sex with another man in a bed. I have been thinking about this for sometime and I want to have sex with you. I want my first real serious sex experience to be with you, Dad." "Wow. I don't know what to say, John. I would be lying if I didn't say that I am flattered. We are incredibly close. Closer than I am with the other children, which I am sure is partly out of the circumstance we are in. Why me?" "First Dad, you may not get this, but you are incredibly hot. Your body is spectacular with all the working out you do. I also would like it to be special and safe. What could be more special and safe than having sex with your Dad?" "True, I never thought of it that way. I always said I wanted you to be prudent. I respect you for thinking along those lines. You know some people might not approve. If we did, it would have to be on the downlow. I will have to give it some thought. I am opposed to it until you are 18, but I am not completely put off by the idea either. Now let me get the dessert." Dad stood up and he was rock hard. I'm sure that after I went to work, he jacked off and shot a milky white Dad load thinking about me just like I was imagining him in my beat-my-meat sessions. This did give me some hope and besides I was going to be 18 shortly. I hope you enjoyed this chapter possibly getting you horny and hard. 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.