Date: Mon, 5 Nov 2012 10:28:59 -0600 From: Douglas Marx Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 11; 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. 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, inc Chapter 11 – Growing Up Naked I left the theater saying to myself, `That was a wild evening.' Sex with chunky, hairy, thick dick, baldhead Matt came out of left field. I thought Matt was hot; however, I never thought I would suck his cock. I was horned up thinking about how I did to him exactly what my fantasy was imbibing in his stubby tube taking that geek man's load down my throat and exploding my steamy teen man jizz on his shiny head. Thinking about what just happened made me hard all over again. Walking home from the theater the night air was getting warmer with each passing day. I unbuttoned my shirt to feel the breeze on my nipples. It was marginally warm but I was moving at a good pace so my body temp was up. I decided to take my shirt off for the rest of the way home. My dick was hard again and I came close to taking all my clothes off, but decided just to put my hand in my pants and stroke my meat. As I was heading to the front door out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Taylor looking out his front bedroom window. I had suspected Mr. Taylor was queer for years. Dad had left the porch light on for me. The light gave a perfect vista for Mr. Taylor. I was super boned now knowing that someone was watching me. After unlocking the door letting it swing open so the hallway light increased the vision, I bent down so Mr. Taylor could get a nice look at my ass while I took off my shoes and socks throwing them inside the foyer. Then I turned around, dropped my pants, stepping out of the legs and kicking them away. Now I was naked on the well-lit porch. I took my dick in hand to jack giving Mr. Taylor a show. I knew I would be able to shoot fast so the risk was minimal; however, the risk, being watching, being completely naked and doing it outdoors in front of my house was a major turn on. I grabbed my other hand sticking some fingers up my butt hole. Within a minute I shot another man teen load all over the front porch. With the load shot, I shook my dick several times getting the last of the cum out while I calmed my breath down. I was in no hurry to leave the scene of full exposure to the neighborhood and Mr. Taylor. He stared at me. I could barely make out that he was jacking his cock. All of a sudden, he stood up and shot his load all over the glass of the window he was peering from. Mr. Taylor quickly disappeared into the darkness of the room after his spurt. I picked up my pants, turned around and went inside. When I got in the door, I realized I reeked of sex again, which meant I didn't want to take a shower until morning. I had grown accustom to the glorious scent of cum, sweat and saliva. I wondered if I should go to my room to sleep or go to Dad's. I opted for Dad's. I threw my clothes into my room on my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth and take a whiz. Tiptoeing into the Master bedroom, I quietly crawled into Dad's bed. He stirred enough to say, "Hi son." "Hi Dad. I'm home. Go to sleep." I nestled up to his warm burly back and was sound asleep within a minute. Morning came with a knocking at my door; I mean my back door; I mean my ass. Dad's hole puncher wanted entry into my always willing bum. "Hey buddy." He kissed me on the neck. "Mmmmmmm, ohhhhhhh." I pushed my anus to touch the tip of his dick. "I want in buddy. Will you let me in?" Daddy said with a soft, loving tone. "Mmmmmmmm. Yeah Dad. Fuck me." Dad's fingers moisten my hole with some lube. Next, I felt the head of Dad's dick popped through the sphincter. He gently pushed his throbbing meat as I pushed my needy hole toward him. In short order, his fuck tube was all the way in me. I could feel his pubes on my cheeks. I thought, `this is nice, a slow, tender morning fuck.' Boy was I wrong. Suddenly he grabbed my chest with his brawny hands, pushed me onto my stomach culminating with, "Hold on fucker. You are gonna get this hard, fast and deep. I want cum in your hole now." Dad commanded. That woke me up fast. "Oh Dad. Fuck me Daddy. Yeah. Give me that hot man cock of yours." I could hardly breathe. His full weight was on me. His hands gripped intensely on my nipples and silky smooth pectoral muscles. I could feel his hard, beefy, hairy chest pressed firmly against my shoulder blades. My head was shoved into the pillow. My hard teen cock was mashed between the mattress and my stomach. Dad was pounding my hole. Dad's mouth was next to my ear for the verbal part of this assault. "You had sex again last night, didn't you son?" Pound, pound, pound "Yes Sir." Pound, pound, pound "Tell me about it son. I want to know." Pound, pound, pound "I sucked the new projectionist off in the booth. It was great Dad." I strained to get the words out because I was having trouble breathing. Pound, pound, pound "He has a fat five-inch cock that I could barely wrap my mouth round. He shot a huge load down my eager throat. His jizz was so hot and steamy and tasted great." Pound, pound, pound "You are turning into a little slut, aren't you boy? Pound, pound, pound "Yes Sir." Pound, pound, pound "I'm so fucking proud of you, son. I love hearing about your slutty whore tales. I love feeling and sniffing your hot body with the remnants of queer man sex. God you smell so hot." Pound, pound, pound "Oh Dad. Fuck me Dad. I need your cock up my hole Daddy. Fill me up. Stretch me. Your Daddy cock makes me feel whole. Your cock completes me. Give me your cum Dad. I love you Daddy. Please Daddy, I need your seed. Give me your seed. Please oil my bowels with your baby makers. Oh, please Daddy. Please Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Give it to me Daddy." Pound, pound, pound "Yeah boy. I'm gonna blow my Daddy load. How did you cum last night buddy?" Pound, pound, pound "Daddy, Matt has a baldhead. I had him rub his polished head in my crotch and balls while I jacked and shot a load all over it. I licked my cream up and shared it with him in a kiss." Pound, pound, pound "Fuck son. That's hot buddy. Yeah buddy. My little slut son. You are fucking learning. That's a good boy. Oh fuck buddy. I'm getting close man. I'm gonna shoot my Daddy load in you. Wake you up this morning fucker. Give you want you need. Oh fuck. Oh fuck man. Oh fuck. I gotta cum buddy. I gotta shoot. I gotta give you my man cream. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh . Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." Each one of those "Yeahs" was a rope of my Daddy's babies cruising up the Hershey highway. At the same time, I was screaming. "Dad. Yeah Dad. Give it to me Dad. Give me your cream. Fuck, I want your man load so bad. I'm your little slut boy. Oh Dad. I'm cumming too. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Yeah!" My hard dick shot from the friction of my squeezed cock between the mattress and my stomach with Dad pounding my bum. This was a new side of my Dad. He was getting off on me having sex with other guys. He was getting off on smelling the aroma and feeling the stale salty sweat of man-to-man sex. He wanted to fuck me after another man had had me. My Dad was a little kinkier than I originally gave him credit. Dad pulled out his slick and probably a little dirty member, slapped me on the ass with his greasy hand giving me an order, "I don't want to take you to school again. Get in the shower and get on the bus." "Yes Sir." I hope you enjoyed this chapter possibly getting you horny and hard. The comments received are greatly appreciated. Several guys have shared that this story, Growing Up Naked, has made them shoot big, hot, white loads of creamy, tasty jizz from the their throbbing man cocks all over their belly. That makes the effort of this writing all worthwhile. 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.