Date: Fri, 26 Oct 2012 13:44:53 -0500 From: Douglas Marx Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 9; Story codes: M, MM, exhib 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. Please do not use my stories without my permission and 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. Please enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, exhib Growing Up Naked - Chapter Nine Chapter Nine – Growing Up Naked The next night at dinner, I spoke with Dad about Bob. I told Dad how Bob and I jack off in the theater every week or so, until last night when it went further. Dad was getting aroused underneath the table. "Dad, Bob asked me to come over to his house next Monday night on my day off." "Oh." "Yeah, I want to go, but I also know that Monday is one of our sex nights. Is it ok?" Dad took my hand and said, "John, of course, it is ok. We can have sex anytime. It is much more important for you to get different experiences. I do not want to ever stand in your way of having fun with another man. We are in a loving Dad/son relationship that is also sexual. We are not some couple or life partners. I don't want those types of societal definitions and I hope you don't either." I was too young to understand the depth of that statement. It would be years before I was mature enough to get what Dad was saying. "Well, I was a little concerned it would hurt your feelings." "My feelings are fine. You are my son, first. I don't ever want to stand in your way. I don't mind guiding you but I want you to explore your own path in every area of your life." "Thanks Dad." "Now let's finish dinner so I can get you to work and me to the gym to pump this hot Daddy body and make lots of muscles for you to play with." We both laughed. Monday came. Dad and I were having dinner before I went over to Bob's. I was a little nervous about going and still cautious about how Dad was reacting to this turn of events, even though I had no reason. I talked some more about my experiences at the theater. I could see that Dad was stroking his cock under the table as we ate so I decided to make it fun. I monitored my voice to a sex tone. "Yeah, Dad it is so hot working at the theater. I do as many things there naked as possible. It was so much fun when Phil worked there. He was my first exhibitionist friend. I loved sucking on his big straight man cock. His juice tasted so great going down my throat. We didn't touch much because guys are not his thing. Phil would bring straight porn. We would strip and get boned. Just a few feet away, the audience was happily watching the latest from Hollywood, while we were watching the latest from the San Fernando Valley. I love watching those straight studs. They are so manly. I fantasize about me being the bitch getting fucked with those guys' mammoth tools. They can keep their dicks rock hard for hours plowing those slutty whores up their cunts and asses. One of my favorites was these two beefy European guys banging one bitch; one stud fucking her twat and the other fucking her butthole. These guys were incredibly hot with thick, 9" uncut cocks and huge balls. This slut's backdoor was so stretched that the guys were able to stick both their dicks up her ass at the same time. Man that must have been something for those two straight studs' feeling their cocks touching each other dicks while plowing the bitch." Dad started going crazy by this point. I was bringing out the old straight side in him with this story. He took his hands up to his hairy man nipples and started working and tweeking them. He leaned back in his dining room chair and told me to keep talking. "Phil and I got so hot with that movie. Oh, fuck Phil. Look at that. Look at that bitch. Look how big her holes are. Look at those guys take their hands and spread her open. You can see way inside. Man I bet you would love to fuck that cunt. I wanna watch you plow her deep and give her your hot man juice. Watch your hot ass bouncing up and down as you pump her with that big straight man muscle. Fuck man. This is getting me hot Phil. I don't know if I can take much more. Phil I wanna take your load man. Give me your hot load down my throat. Make me your bitch for tonight buddy. I wanna be your bitch, Phil. Please Phil. Give me your cream. Oh fuck. Oh yeah. Oh fuck. Oh man I love tasting your jizz." I could tell Dad was getting close. He said, "Oh fuck buddy. Yeah, I wanna go to the theater sometime and suck you off. That would be so hot. Oh John, I'm getting hot man. I'm gonna have to shoot this baby." "Yeah Daddy, get hot for me. Show me your Daddy cream. Just like Phil, Daddy. Give it up for your son, Daddy." See, I was learning fast. "Here it comes buddy. Here comes Daddy's cream. Oh fuuuucccckkkkkkkk!" Dad stood right before he shot leaning next to me. I grabbed his thighs and butt stroking them while he manhandled his meat. I stared at his beautiful cock right at my eye level as I sat in my dinner chair with my supper in front of me. All of a sudden he moved forward and spurt his load all over my food. One. Two. Three ropes of cum across my steak and vegetables. Wow. That was incredible seeing his dick expand, his nob turn beet red, his piss slit open up seconds before the jizz started. When he was done, I pulled him into me taking Daddy's baby machine in my throat. I caressed and licked up all the remaining white stuff from his piss slit. I would not let up even after his dick turned sensitive. I grabbed his ass tight and forced him to keep his dick in my mouth while he screamed in agony. Dad bucked several times with orgasm aftershocks. I eventually relinquished my control over his cock letting it out of my mouth. I rubbed my face all over his wet tool while playing with his buns and thighs. Then, I raised my head to look at this magnificent man, this late 40s hairy Daddy stud and smiled. He smile back and then I hugged him with his cock next to my face and my arms wrapped tight around his torso. Dad sat back down at the table and said, "Well, that was fun. Just because you can't cum yet doesn't mean I can't." He laughed with a big chuckle. "You better eat up buddy. Don't want to keep Bob waiting." I had never eaten cum over food before; another new experience in the books. Bob didn't live far from Dad and I. He had a modest, older bungalow type home with a porch. I lifted my bike up on the porch and rang the doorbell. Bob opened the door greeting me in the nude. That was a bit of a shock. He gave me a big kiss on the threshold with the door wide open and the porch light illuminating the whole thing. Bob was definitely an exhibitionist. Anyone walking, driving or looking out their windows would have seen a well-lit naked man kissing another man. Once again, it was quite erotic being clothed while he was bare. He said, "Hey John. Come in and get undressed. I hope I didn't put you off by being nude from the get go. It is the way I live all the time at home." I said, "Bob, I come from a family of nudists. I have been naked all my life. But, what about your neighbors?" "Trust me, they're used to it. There is probably a couple of them that secretly want to come over. Let's sit down on the couch and talk a bit. You know we know nothing about each other. I would like to know more about you." I talked for quite a bit. I told him what the deal was at home between me and my Dad. Bob got very hard during that part of the conversation. I told him about Mom leaving. I told him about Phil the projectionist. I told him about sucking off my brother and his friends. It felt good to talk to a grown up other than my Dad about these things. He was so non-judgmental. There were times when he got hard listening to the stories. Then, there were times when he was steadfastly listening and clearly not concerned about nudity or sex. I was becoming very attracted to him by the second. After I was done, he talked about himself. "John, I have been an exhibitionist all my life. I love being naked and I love having people see me naked." Both our dicks were rock hard as he talked. "When I was growing up I drove my parents crazy. I was always walking around the house without clothes. This happened from the earliest age. When I reached puberty I compromised with my mother that I would walk around in boxers; but, I always wore thin white ones where in the right light anyone could see the outline of my dick and my pubic hair. All the neighborhood boys would go for walks in the woods and I would "somehow" find a reason to lose my clothes. Many times, I only came home in my shorts and shoes. My mother would be furious with me because I lost another shirt. "Once I could get hard I was even more daring. I was always the first one naked when we went into the woods. All the guys watched me jack off and cum. I loved it. "I joined scouts and went to camp. There I could be nude a lot and nobody was upset. I would organize jack off sessions around the campfire or in our tents. I used to love to sneak into the counselors' shower area. I loved having these older men watch me. I would take my time and get hard. Sporting wood at that age happened so much, the counselors didn't freak. "You work for the theater. I worked for a local hotel chain in high school. I got the room service gig. It was shocking the number of businessmen that would open the door with next to nothing on. Some of them would even be naked. I think they would look through the peephole to see if it was a guy first. Guys, in general, tend to be cool about stuff like that. Some of them would start to puff up as I was putting their food down. "If I was busy, I would tell them that I could stop back by during my break. If I wasn't busy, I had a belt on my uniform pants that with a single click would unsnap. My pants were so loose they fell immediately. I usually did that as I was setting the tray down so that my ass showed. I didn't wear underwear so I would be half naked. "I would give the guys blow jobs, or fuck them getting huge tips. So many straight men want to be fucked up the ass. It paid a substantial amount of my college. "In college, I joined a fraternity. I was nude all the time. Everyone called me Naked Bob. The only time I had clothes on in the frat house was when we had an official function with outside guests. All other times I was naked throughout the house. I didn't put clothes on when the other guys girlfriends would come over. Some of those girls got turned on by seeing me naked, which was ultimately of benefit to my frat brothers. Being naked was just part of who I was and the guys at the house were cool about it. There was another reason the guys never objected. I was always available for blowjobs. Many frat mates were grateful to have a resident cocksucker. It took away the frustration when their girlfriends wouldn't put out, were the type who didn't like to suck cock, or the girls that weren't any good at it. "I loved to take naked walks around campus late at night. I was particularly found of standing in the middle of the quad at three in the morning and jack off. I found a corner study table on the second floor of the library were I would take my pants, shoes and socks completely off and study. If I had to pee, I wouldn't bother to put my clothes on to go to the bathroom. The evening male librarian was cool. I got to the point where later in the evenings I would be completely naked. Sometimes, I would even leave the library naked and walk back to the frat house. "I used to love to wear ripped shorts to class and sit in the front row of some hot professor. I would keep my legs spread so that he could see the outline of my cock. Sometimes I would work it just a little so that my dick ever so slightly exposed its head. Some profs were flustered. Some wanted to see me later in the office, which always meant sex. None of them ever flat out objected. "I still work in the hospitality business at a local hotel. I don't play around any more as I am part of management but you know the hotel business barely pays so I started a side business here at home. "You see all these web cams around the house. They all go to my subscription web site where guys can watch me at home. They are all over the house. They can watch me cook, clean, sleep, take a shit, piss, read the paper, work at my desk; all naked. I put on a weekly show of me jacking off. The VIP subscription gives the VIP the chance to jack off with me as we cam together. It is funny how an average looking guy in his mid-thirties can have such a following. Not everyone is into young guys like yourself. "By the way, the cameras are off. I would never have them on without your permission." "Turn them on, Bob." "Really?" I could tell Bob was very excited that I was willing to broadcast. "Yeah, I'm cool. Let's do it. Is there a way of recording? I would love to have a copy." "Sure, John. Come with me to the spare bedroom with the server. I'll show you all about it." We walked into the spare bedroom, our cocks arriving first. Bob sat in the computer chair and I stood next to him. Bob had quite the setup. He showed me on the three widescreen monitors the shot each camera had. There was the shower cam, the toilet cam, the bathroom sink cam, the kitchen cam, living room cam #1, living room cam #2, living room cam #3, bedroom cam #1, bedroom cam #2, bedroom cam #3, bedroom cam #4. The cameras in the spare bedroom were set up for the two-way camming with the VIPs because Bob needed the monitors to see the action in cyberspace. He explained to me that he recorded the weekly and VIP sessions. Recording everything would take up too much storage space. "I'll hit record for this room and my bedroom, John." He said with a wry smile. Both of us were lightly stroking our cocks. This was amazing learning about Bob's antics. I am sure there was more; however, we started to get sexual. He put his hand on my thigh and lightly massaged it. Then he moved his hands up to my chest. He started kissing the head of my dick gradually proceeding up my body with his lips to standing position. He maneuvered to my shoulder and neck proceeding to my cheek and then onto my lips. Bob was so hot. Most people would have thought he was just average in looks like he said; however, I learned in years of further experience that some guys just have this sexual energy about them that, even if they are not the hottest thing as defined by society, they are just incredible in bed. Bob was one of them. Bob put his arm around me directing me to the bedroom. He laid me down on the bed on my back to kiss and lick my entire body. He started at my feet and moved up my legs before arriving at my balls and cock. Man, could this guy suck cock! Continuing onto my torso and chest. He spent an incredible amount of time on my nipples getting them very aroused. His hands were amazing. He had a touch that drove me out of my mind. Every movement seemed choreographed. Between his hands and his lips, I was on fire. Bob arrived at my face kissing me passionately. He was a master with his tongue. He climbed up on top of my body, holding my head with his hands, kissing me, his cock onto my cock. That is where we stayed for the rest of the time. We kissed and rubbed our cocks together. This was incredible. There was not a lot of talking. It was just moaning and humping. It got very intense. I could feel that I could not last. He kept going and intensifying both the kissing and the rubbing. He knew what he was doing. I couldn't take it any longer. My dick started to erupt with massive loads of white cream shooting onto my belly and his. When I was done he used the lubrication of my jizz to rub his cock on me until he came on my belly. We were one hot sticky mess and we stayed that way for some time. I learned later this sexual act is called frottage. Frottage became one of my favorite things. He eventually rolled off me and we lay there in bed with our arms around each other staring up at the ceiling. We talked some more about stuff – just stuff in general, not really sex or nudist stuff. "John, it's getting late. I had better get you home. I will burn a DVD for you of our sex together tonight. It will need editing, so I'll give it to you the next time we get together." "Cool, thanks Bob." "Do you want to take a shower?" "No, I want to sleep with your dried cum on me tonight. It's kind of a thing of mine." "Me too. Won't shower until morning. I want to feel our sex all night long." That statement got both of us hard again, but Bob put a stop to it saying, "Put your clothes on. I'm taking you home now." He said with a big smile and a peck on the lips. Ah, the control of grown ups. I got dressed. Bob told me to get my bike and walk it around back to the garage. We would put it in the trunk for the drive home. I went out on the porch and walked the bike to the back. He pulled the car out of the garage. When he got out to help me with the bike he was still naked. He didn't even have shoes. He put my bike in the trunk. We got in the car and he drove me home. "Do you always drive naked?" "Every chance I get. Sometimes I drive with a shirt on but nothing down below." "Do you have emergency clothes in the car?" "Sometimes, but I like the thrill of not having any clothes with me at all. There are no clothes in the car now." "Wow, Bob. You are something. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed this evening. I want to see you again beyond the theater." "Me too, John. It was great. Well, here you are." Thankfully, Bob didn't help me get the bike out. Our house was already the talk of the neighborhood with the divorce, and Dad and I being the only ones left. By the end my story, those neighbors would have a lot more to gossip over so keep reading. I walked over to the driver's window; he opened it and gave me a kiss. Bob backed out of the driveway and happily motored away naked as a jay bird. I put my bike in the garage and went to my room. I didn't want to disturb Dad, besides I needed to be alone that night. I went to sleep with Bob's dried cum on my belly and the fresh smell of a man on my skin. 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.