Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2013 11:07:31 -0700 From: Douglas Marx Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 39; Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc Disclaimer: By entering this site you agree that you are 18 years of age or older, and that the content of this site is legal in your country or jurisdiction. 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 ----------------------------------- Please check out my other Nifty.org stories: Downward Spiral of Jim http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/downward-spiral-of-jim Naked Whore http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/naked-whore Put Out to Pasture http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/put-out-to-pasture Santa's Slave Training http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/santas-slave-training Special Product Design http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/special-product-design The Trunk http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-trunk ----------------------------------- Author's Note: This is the final chapter in the series Growing Up Naked. I have grown to love all the characters, in particular Bob. Thank you to all the many readers who wrote to express their appreciation for this series. I am honored as an author to be of service to you. ----------------------------------- Growing Up Naked – Chapter 39 College was as bourgeois as I expected and I couldn't ever get past it in all four years. I had not enjoyed going to school to begin with; why would I think I would now? However, there are some things in life one just does and I made the best of it. I had a great roommate in the dorm the first two years. He was a black stud on the baseball team. I didn't know much about baseball, but I soon learned that ballplayers have a special energy. They are different from the rest of us. They always had the hottest girlfriends. Their aura was incredible and it didn't matter if they were destined to the Majors or not. There was just something about them. As the result, baseball became a passion of mine with a side passion of seeing how many ballplayers I could actually lay. I did get to lay my roommate. Luke was a stud and a half. I had never been to bed with a black man before. If I have anything positive to say about my years at school, it was having sex with him. The man was huge in every way. Thick would be the best term. His buns were amazing and his cock... I never did take it all in my mouth, but I sure took it all up my ass. We had a great down-low friendship. He didn't care about my nudity and I didn't care when he brought a chick back to the dorm to fuck. He would even let me watch and jack off telling the woman that if she ever wanted his cock again, she would not say a word about me. Luke became my roommate as a mix up. Normally, all the jocks stay on one floor together. Scheduling put him in with me. He wasn't too happy about it at first; however, we took to each other right away and he never requested a transfer to the jock floor. Some of other players thought this was odd, but he was a big, Alpha male who didn't get fucked with, so nobody said a word. I went to every single home game they had all four years of school. The other game I played in college was "How many professors can I get?" This was fun. I would pick out the ones that I thought had potential. I would come to class in a shorts freeballing. I would sit in the front of the room to the side where no one would notice me showing the tip of my cock. Some took the bait. Some didn't. The ones that took the bait usually asked me to stay after class for a minute and then told me to come to their office late in the afternoon. Another thing I enjoyed about school was going to work out at the gym. I wasn't much into working out and still not, but it didn't hurt to put on a little muscle. My svelte teen body would need a different attraction once I got older. I gained about ten pounds of muscle over a year. Luke like it, David liked it and it seemed to move me into a different attraction group of men. In the gym, I could be as much of an exhibitionist as I wanted to. I would freeball having my cock fall out of my shorts just like in class. I would take long showers where I could have lots of guys look at me. I would hit the sauna, which usually meant some sort of encounter. In the dorm, the restroom and showers were down the hall. I got tired of putting on shorts just to go pee, so I started walking the hall naked. Eventually, everyone got over it and I became known as Naked John. I was following in my best friend, Bob's, footprints. He was known as Naked Bob in his frat. This also got me more opportunities to give blow jobs to the straight guys. Once they knew they had a willing male, I would get these knocks on my door or a text when their girlfriend wouldn't put out or was on the rag. Bob did the same thing for his fraternity brothers all four years of his schooling. All in all, I'm glad I went. I did get my degree keeping my agreement with my Dad and to Craig, my client. I didn't have many friends though. I found the kids in my classes annoying at best. Most were kids that never worked a day in their life, let alone made enough money in a year to pay for four years of college and have a thriving porn company business back home. That's what I mean by college being bourgeois. I had real life skills and these kids sitting next to me were clueless and living in a fantasy. Summers and holidays were spent running the porn business with Bob. Dad did the business as a lark and as a favor to Bob would couldn't do it all himself. He did like seeing the naked men and the occasional play that came about. I felt responsible for doing as much as I could during my time away from school to help. Bob would usually take a few weeks off from work and we would plow through making films upwards of two to three a day so that we had a stockpile. Tony came to do more films. It was nice to see him and shoot an anonymous load in his mouth, but we never could rekindle the few months of love we had together. He was my first heartbreak. It hurt, but everyone goes through it so buck up. I did always keep the dildo as a memento of that summer of love. David came back for one more summer working the porn business, working for the landscaper and getting fucked by Joey. I was surprised when David actually graduated from college. I swore at any moment he was going to say `fuck it' and move in with Joey and his dad. I was never privy to what happened over there other than I knew that David and Joey were exclusive and Joe was not part of it. David got a job after college in another city. Bob and I lost our best porn star. Joey lost his boyfriend. Finally, I graduated from the university. Trust me, it was not too soon. David, Bob, Dad and Craig all came to the ceremony. Craig did not sit with us. He didn't want to impose, and although I didn't particularly understand, I accepted his choice. Craig and I saw each other at least twice a year through college. He either came to see me at home or while I was in school. He always insisted on giving me my standard rate plus generous tips even though by this time, I simply wanted to spend time with him. He was a lovely gentleman. If he had been born in the same era, we could have been partners. I was now 24-years-old. I wasn't a twink anymore. Mr. Brook's hired me back at the hotel this time with the intent of moving up the ladder. I had graduated in hotel/restaurant management with a minor in English. Few people that showed up at Mr. Brooks' office were as qualified as me. However, I insisted on starting with night audit/front desk like everyone else. This way I understood all aspects of running a great hotel. I moved back into the house with Bob and Dad. Being the frugal person I had always been, I saw no reason to have my own place. There wasn't anything that I couldn't do in my own place that I couldn't do at home. The only annoying part of it all was that I finally broke down and got my driver's license and bought a car. It was still cheaper than getting my own place downtown close to work and because of the porn business I was able to pay cash for the car. Besides, Bob, Dad and I never stopped being in a relationship. One night I was working the front desk when an incredibly handsome gentleman checked in. We flirted with each other and we exchanged cards. I thought he wanted my prostitution business or even the boyfriend experience, neither of which I continued upon my return to the hotel. Instead, Michael called me after he got settled in his room and asked me out on a date. I was flabbergasted naturally saying yes. Michael took me out to lunch the next day. I was working the evening shift so lunch was the option. We had an incredible time. I fell in love with him that first day. Michael was commuting back and forth from another city in anticipation of eventually moving here. We talked every day and we dated each time he was in town. I followed the rule that Tony had taught me; don't put out too soon. We dated for four months before we had sex. Michael checked into the hotel and took a suite instead of his usual room. I had arranged two days off in a row, which in the hotel business working up the ladder was not easy. Michael took me to a lovely meal at one of the top restaurants in town. Afterwards, we went back to his room. We sat down continuing the enjoyable conversation from dinner. Suddenly, Michael got down on one knee and said, "John, my job is officially permanent in this city. I found an apartment near here. Would you live with me?" "Yes, Michael. I will live with you." Then, it happened. Michael moved up my body to kiss me while taking his hands to undo my shirt. This was it; the moment I had waited for. Soon I was shirtless and my pants were around my ankles. Michael made love to my cock as he caressed my chest with his strong hands. Michael stopped just long enough to get my shoes, socks and pants off. I was now completely naked and he was still clothed. He kept me in the chair for several more minutes exploring my body while keeping me from exploring his just yet. Michael stood up taking my hand to lead me to the bed. He folded the covers back to the floor before laying me down on my back. I relaxed into this as Michael started to remove his clothes. Michael was bald. He also had no hair on his forearms. I didn't see any indication over the months we dated that he had chest hair. When he took his shirt off, he confirmed that. Michael was a bicyclist. He rode quite a bit. His upper body was strong with sloping shoulders. When he took his pants off exposed just what a bicyclist's body looks like. His thighs and butt were super strong; almost a white version of my roommate Luke from college. He had absolutely no hair on his body. Later when I asked, he said that when he went bald, he decided to remove all his body hair. I thought it was an incredible look that was a major turn on for me. On top of that, Michael wore wire-rim glasses; another of my fetishes, men with glasses. Michael got into bed and we made love for hours. He, like me, was completely versatile so we discovered the pleasures of each other's asses and cocks. He reminded me of a hairless Bob. We were just as simpatico in our lovemaking. Michael and I lived together in our apartment for over a year. One day, we were back home having dinner with Dad and Bob. Michael had no issue with our nudist household and fit right in. In fact, Michael and I had created our own nudist home at the apartment. Dad said, "John, Michael, I have decided to retire. I'm fifty-five years old now. I've made plenty of money. The house is paid for. I want to go see the world before I'm too old to enjoy it." Bob piped in next, "Guys, this goes for both of us. I've have over twenty years' service at the hotel. It's time to go do something else. Your Dad and I are leaving in a few weeks for six months in Europe. We are starting with renting a flat for four weeks in London to get our International feet wet. From there, we are taking a month tour of the rest of Britain and Ireland. Next will be a month renting a flat again in Paris. We will do the same in Amsterdam, Berlin and Barcelona. Don't be surprised to hear from us saying that we have decided to do Prague, Italy and Portugal as well. We are not in any hurry." I asked, "What about our porn business?" Bob replied, "Now we are going to have two units, the United States and Europe. You will need to continue to produce here at about half the rate we have been, while your Dad and I produce in Europe. This will give us some new and exciting stuff to sell, plus potentially it will pay for the trip and we won't have to spend any money." I just laughed. "I think this is fabulous, but what about the house." Dad answered, "Bob and I were wondering if you and Michael wouldn't mind moving in to take care of it." Michael immediately stated, "Yes, Sir. We would be honored to do that for the two of you. I'll give notice on the apartment tomorrow." The four of us retired to the living room a bit to watch television when suddenly Bob changed the channel showing one of our videos. Within minutes, we were all hard and lightly playing with each other. Bob said, "Why don't we go to our room?" We headed to Dad and Bob's room where we had incredible sex and slept together that night. Michael gave notice on the apartment the next day and the following weekend, Michael and I moved into the house. I wanted to go immediately because Dad and Bob were leaving for probably a year. I knew that once the two of them got over to Europe, they were going to stay and have fun. Bob would want to go to every sex venue on the Continent, which surely would increase the amount of time they stayed. Dad and Bob were gone for two years. When they returned, they bought a motorhome and saw the United States filming hot men wherever they may be. That lasted another two years. Next, they announced they were going to join the Peace Corp to give back. They did that for another four years. After that, they continued to travel for another two years moving from New Zealand to Australia and onto the Orient. Michael and I became the chief residence of the house. I always found it funny that I spent the majority of my life living in this same place even when Tony, Bob and my Dad had said I needed to explore the world. I was perfectly happy and I loved Michael more than life itself. The world came to me at the hotel. Eventually, I took Bob's position as the head of the hotel. It was not direct with Bob's departure. That would not have looked cool. There were a few managers in between. Mr. Brooks told me that the very first time he met me; he knew that I was going to run the place someday. Mr. Brooks mellowed as the years moved on, which allowed him to be much more approachable. Michael, Mr. Brooks and I became regular sex partners, but Mr. Brooks never wanted it to be more, unlike when I first met him. Michael was very accepting of my need for extra men around. I'm sure he would have been happy with just the two of us, but he didn't object to the many liaisons that I created for us. One day when David was about thirty-seven, I got a call from him asking if he could come home. Of course, I said yes. I reminded him that it was his house too. Michael and I had just finished lunch at home when David arrived. We had not seen much of David since college. He never did say why, but that was David. I didn't think too much of it. David walked into the house removing his clothes as the custom states. His body was more mature and, quite frankly, more magnificent. He had moved into the sweet spot of male maturity. His body showed that he had always used it thus creating a sexual energy that I noticed peaks between thirty-five and fifty-five years old in men. I was just starting that faze also with similar results. "So what's going on, David?' I asked. "I am getting a divorce. That woman I married became a royal pain. I took it as long as I could. I will probably lose everything in the divorce but I don't care. I just had to leave and start over. I hope I can start over here." "Of course, you can, David." Reminding him again that it was his house too, although not legally because of the fact that he had married this woman that none of us like. We knew all along it wasn't going to work but David didn't learn by someone telling him something. He learned by experience. "Why don't you just accept that you like men better?" I joked. David was quite serious in his answer, "I have. I'm only going to see men from now on." David took no action on any part of his life until the divorce was final. He ran the house for us, helped with the porn business and worked out a lot. David did, in fact, lose most of his finances and the house he owned with the bitch. He got to keep his car and personal belongings. He reminded me of Mom. Mom didn't care about anything when she divorced Dad. She wanted out and a new life. I never made the observation to David that he was a lot like Mom. He wouldn't have appreciated that. I lent David $10,000 to start a landscaping company. The company was his idea. I just provided the startup money, but he had to start payments immediately so there was no resting on his laurels. He traded in his car on a pickup truck. He bought the tools. He hustled and in short order had a thriving business. I was happy he decided to do landscaping because it meant that he would keep his body in great shape. I wanted to continue to play with that hunk for the rest of our lives together. One night I got a text from David saying he wasn't coming home. I wondered if he was with who I thought he was. The next day David revealed that, yes; he had spent the night with Joey. David never returned to live at the house. He moved in with Joey and his Dad immediately. David at no time totally explained his relationship with either one of them. David simply told me that he loved Joey and that Joey asked him to be with him. This is where I leave you, dear reader. I'm over forty-years-old now. I run a major five star hotel. I'm officially married to the most wonderful man on the planet, Michael. Dad and Bob show up periodically between adventures. When they slow down and come back to the nest, I hope to be able to care for them the way they so lovingly cared for me. Growing up naked taught me to be as free as possible while still respecting and caring for others. Dad was the primary influence and my best friend Bob was right behind him. And to this day, the policy if you come for a visit is clothes off at the door. We are a nudist household. By the way, you can also pretty much bet that we will have sex with you as well. ----------------------------------- Thank you all for writing. Please keep sending your thoughts on this story. They are very motivating. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com