Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2012 15:02:36 -0600 From: Douglas Marx Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 13; 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 and are not available for us under any condition. 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. Enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc Growing Up Naked – Chapter 13 Matt worked at the theater one more week to complete the digital installation. I was rewarded nightly with mouth stretching exercises and a steamy hot protein shake for my service to the big guy. Matt brought his straight DVD porn collection that always included equal male screen time to play on the new system. After everyone was gone, I would go to one of the theaters without any clothes on standing down front jacking my cock. Matt would start his porn, come down into the theater naked and sit his big hairy ass down in a seat. I would then jack and show off for him while some cunt was getting fucked in the background. He would masturbate looking at me and looking at the screen. He would always play with his erogenous nipples. In short order, the desire to be on my knees with his cock spreading my willing mouth would be overwhelming. I became his little suck whore like those bitches on the screen. The distinction between them and myself was the money shot was deposited in my throat, not on my face, tits or ass. I was so grateful each night for the wad of warm jizz from my hairy bear friend. The final night I walked into the theater to find a sheet laid out on the floor, a tube of lube and some towels. I stood next to the sheet in my usual spot waiting for my baldheaded stud with anticipation like I had never known. I thought, 'He's going to widen my other orifice with his thick man meat tonight.' I was giddy with excitement. The movie started. The bitches were screaming in the background that annoying high-pitch squeal females make having sex. Matt walked into the theater and down to the front. He was fully clothed. He had on tight jeans that were protruding in the front with his semi-hard cock, black boots, and a tight white t-shirt that showed off his belly hanging over the jeans and all that chest and back hair coming out from the top. He hadn't shaved in a couple of days, which accentuated the contrast of his baldhead. He was one sexy fucker and looking at him like that made me want to cum right then. Matt sat down in his seat rubbing his cock through the denim. He sat watching the film while I played with myself. He was such a frigging turn on. Ultimately he ordered, "Get on your knees bitch and chew on my jeans." I got down on my knees taking my moist mouth to his denim-covered crotch. I could feel that delicious throbbing tube separated from me by a rough layer of cotton. Oh, how I wanted what was on the other side. He seized my head with his meaty hands rubbing my face into his crotch. I was beside myself. Eventually, he pushed me away unbuttoning his fly and lowering his jeans down to his ankles. There it was in all its stubby, wide glory. Matt's cock. Matt's stumpy muscle. Matt's mouth and ass stretcher. God it was beautiful. "Suck it." I didn't need that instruction, but I relished the command. I went for it as I never had before. I wanted that fat piece of wood as wet and ready as possible for its expansion of my asshole. I worshipped it more than ever; more than even the first time because I knew that his cock was going to impale me and I was desperate for that to happen. I could feel my butt widening in anticipation without me even touching it. As I sucked on his tube, I noticed how my butt was moving back and forth knowing the pleasure it was going to receive. Finally, he commanded, "Get on the sheet on your hands and knees." I did thinking 'is he going to fuck me like a dog?' No. He got down on his knees behind me, took his corpulent fingers spreading my cheeks and exposing my hole. Next thing I knew he spit on my hole and buried his burly, beard-stubble face in my ass. I screamed with pleasure. "Oh, God!." His tongue dove all the way inside forcing my sphincter open with just its strength. This drove me insane. I pushed my ass more toward him feeling the bristle of his beard on my cheeks. I dropped me head and arms to the ground. I could no longer support the weight of my upper body with this attack going on. Then he pulled away, reached for the lube, applied it to my hole, wrapped his pudgy shaft with more lube, and pushed inside me with one fell swoop. "Ohhhhhhhh, fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" It hurt like a mother fucker, but I didn't care. I wanted that man pipe since the day the owner introduced Matt to the staff. I was getting what I wanted; what I needed; what I craved. I was not going to complain about the pain. I felt the weight of his burly body on my back with his paunch resting so warmly on my craving buttocks. He started to pummel my hole with his gouging conduit. He wasn't verbal; he just moaned with the most guttural pleasure sounds. Eventually, he pushed me down onto the floor. My cock was smashed into the hard sheet-covered carpet. His full weight lowered onto my back making breathe difficult. He continued to slam my hole for several minutes. Then, he pulled out with a new order, "Get on your back fucker." I flipped faster than a greased pig in slop, which essentially I was and am. Matt took his hands together on his t-shirt and ripped it wide open in the front exposing his super hairy chest and those luscious man nipples he was so famous for. I wanted to reach out and wrap my mouth around each one but that was not to be. This was his way of teasing and torturing my desires. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and quickly plunged his continually solid meat back into my arse. My thighs rubbed up against his hairy torso. Fuck, he knew what he was doing. Matt started grinding my hole faster and faster. There was no letting up now. This was it. I was going to receive my hairy bear stud's babies. He was going to impregnate me. I was so hot that if I was a woman I would have conceived that night. I was as queer for this man as those contessas on the screen behind. "Yeah Matt make me your bitch. Please Matt. Give me your seed. Oh fuck man. You are so incredibly hot. I want you. I need you. I got to have your load. Fuck me Matt. Fuck me. Make me yours. Oh God. Oh Christ. Yes. Yes. Stretch me. Hollow me out. Abuse my pussy hole. Bung me. I'm your pussy bottom. I'm your cunt. Make me need your beer can. Give me your liquor. Sperm me. Oil me. Milk my hole. Juice me. I got to have it. Give it to me fucker. Give me your load. Give it to me man. Take me. Make your bitch. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh Fucccccckkkkkkkkkkk!" Matt spasmed repeatedly into my cunt. Sweat was pouring off his brow. His entire body was matted from the oozing of perspiration from taking my pussy. Once he regained some amount of breath he pulled out collapsing on top of me with a thud. His panting continuing against my ear. Finally, he pushed up a little. I caught a moment of air before he pressed his lips to mine kissing me fervently. I could still taste my sweet ass fluids as his tongue dipped into my mouth. I started to rub my cock against his furry belly. I planned to caress his paunch to orgasm but he surprised me by getting up and swallowing my rod with his masculine mouth. I screamed and it wasn't a minute before I ejaculated my happy juice down his accommodating throat. My juice was happy and so was I. Fuck. What an experience! He pulled my old trick of not allowing release of my cock's head when sensitivity arrived. I roared, writhed, moaned, cussed; but Matt was way bigger, way stronger and way heavier than myself. There was no fucking way he was letting go of my cock. He wanted me totally orgasmic and spent. When I had calmed down, Matt crawled back up to my mouth to caress and kiss me deeply and lovingly. I tasted some of my sperm, but he had clearly wanted to digest the majority of it. I grabbed onto his baldhead and snuggled to my big hairy bear. Oh my God! We laid in a deep embrace for a long time. Finally, I said that I thought was should go. He agreed. Matt rolled off of me. He folded up the sheet and towels. We didn't use the towels because neither of us wanted to wipe anything off of ourselves. I hugged and kissed him one more time and said, "Thank you Matt. That was very special. You are a wonderful man. If I wasn't so young, I would fall for you pretty hard. I will always remember you." "You're welcome, John. I think you are special too. Take care." Matt gave me one last big hug and a kiss. He pulled up his jeans, turned and walked up the aisle. I watched his butt waddle away. I miss him. He was a great guy. Thank you my friend. I was never able to read Matt about what his preferences were. There seemed to be a hesitation with him. It was as if he wanted to talk to me about something; however, he never did. He was a nice guy. I miss his baldhead and that thick cock. I owe him a debt of gratitude because practicing on his cock made me a much better cocksucker. I got home that night with the redolent scent of sex. I wondered if Dad would notice. He had a habit of fucking me when I came home late after a night of sex. Tonight I was coming home with the essence of Matt on my used body. I quietly crawled into bed. Dad rolled over to acknowledge my presence. "Hey baby." "Hi Dad." Dad snuggled over to me, took a whiff and said, "Oh, my boy smells good like he's been a slut tonight." "Yeah, Dad. It was Matt's last night at the theater. We had amazing sex. He fucked me with his big bear poker. My ass is stretched wide like never before." "Well, since that hole of yours is all lube up it might as well get another cramming." "Yes Daddy. Fuck my hole. Add your cream to Matt's." Dad got up on his haunches. He raised my legs over his shoulders. He didn't lube his dick or my hole. He plunged his Daddy meat straight in me and immediately started pounding my ass. It wasn't long before Dad creamed shooting his load into my well-oiled depository. When he was done, he got off the bed, took a whiz in the toilet and scrambled back into bed. "Good night, son." He gave me a kiss and was out like a light. This left me with a problem; a hard cock and no one to play with. I decided that I would slip out of bed for a few minutes. I needed to release a second load before sleeping. I thought about going on the Internet, but that would be boring after being laid twice in the past few hours. 'The front door!' I exclaimed to myself. I walked right to the foyer, turned on the porch light, opened the door and walked onto the porch without a stitch. From the stretching of my ass tonight, I was not holding the cum inside me. I felt it dripping out. I reached back to get some jizz along with my still greased bum for some lube. I oiled my hard, throbbing cock and started jerking off on the front porch. I wanted to display. I wanted people to see my naked body. I wanted people to watch me shoot my hard man teen load. Fuck I was so hot. I fantasized about Mr. Taylor seeing me with him jerking his cock on the window. I fantasized about some of the hunky neighbor fathers watching me. They couldn't sleep and came out for some air only to see me naked and jacking on my front porch. It didn't take long before I shot some more ropes of cum. There. Now I could turn in. I went back getting as close to Dad as possible. I wanted to feel his warmth and body next to me all night. 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.