Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2012 16:33:45 -0500 From: Douglas Marx Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 8; Story codes: M, MM, MB, BB, exhib Disclaimer: This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers and should only be read by legal adults as defined in your local jusidiction. 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 Eight Dad and I fell asleep shortly after our loving making session where my bum lost its virginity. Notice I said my bum because the rest of my body was well past the virginity stage. We didn't clean up. We both loved the feel of sweat and sex on our bodies. I left my Dad's cream in my hole. I wanted to relish its presence as long as possible. If I could have bottled it and hermitically sealed it forever, I would have. What a gift laying there in my bowels. We got into a spoon position with my back up against Daddy's manly chest. Dad draped one arm over me after pulling up the covers and we were out in minutes. That is the great thing about man-to-man sex, all parties involved understand after cumming it is time for rest. The next morning life got back to normal or at least as normal as it was ever going to be from now on. Dad went to work. I went to school. We met for dinner and Dad drove me to the theater on his way to the gym. We continued to sleep together every night. We didn't have sex every single night or day. It was typically something that occurred on the weekends or on a night when I didn't have to work. Dad had more ability to control this being the mature one. I'm sure he would have done it more often; however, he wanted our times to be special. I also believe he didn't want me to become completely dependent upon him for sexual experiences. He was an advocate for experimentation. There were other forces coming into play. I was going to graduate from high school soon. I was in need of making decisions about college. I was torn about going away to school even if it was in the same state. I didn't want to leave the new life Dad and I had together. Besides, I wasn't sure that school was the right thing for me to do. I felt that Phil, the projectionist at the theater, had a point about going with more money in the bank. I could stay home, work full-time and sock more money away. With everyone else gone, it seemed wrong to leave Dad alone in that house. The new addition of sex sex in my life only increased my libido for more play. I knew that Dad and I had to maintain some decorum regarding sex because of work and school. That didn't mean, as Dad had said, that I couldn't work a few things in on the side. Dad was right once again. The exhibitionist guy, Bob, told me that after my birthday he would feel comfortable doing things beyond jacking off looking at each other naked. Shortly after my celebration, he came for the last show of a new film. There were a number of people in the audience with some close to the back. My cleanup chores were done, I had gone to the bathroom to take my underwear off per usual, I got the other employees out the door so that it was just the audience, the projectionist and me. Bob sat in the back row. I came in and sat down right next to him. The days of being coy were over. We each pulled out our cocks and started stroking away. All of a sudden Bob leaned over, got on his knees and started blowing me. This was new. He didn't let up either. It was obvious he wanted to blow me till I blew. He worked my cock like an expert – another example of maturity with older males. It didn't take me long before I was shooting a massive load into his mouth. Bob took every ounce. I kept my eyes forward the whole time to make sure no one got up or turned around. It was very hard to shoot without make any noise. When it was all done, Bob sat back in his seat pulling up his pants with his hard on making a big lump. I couldn't believe he had that much control not to cum. Instead, he had a plan. I pulled my pants back up, patted Bob on the leg and went to the lobby to get my trash can and broom. The movie ended and I stood at the door as the people filed out. Bob was not amoung them. I rolled my trashcan into the theater and he was downfront standing completely naked. He didn't even have shoes on. He was gently stroking his cock and playing with his nipple. He simply said, "I want you to watch me shoot." What was I to say? No? I said, "Bob, I'll be right back." I raced to the lobby, checked the bathrooms to see no one was in them, and locked the front doors. I flipped the switch on the lobby lights so that only the snack bar was still lit. Back in the theater I went. I hustled back down front to enjoy the encore performance of the evening. Bob started talking to me in that familiar sex tone. "Oh fuck yeah buddy. I am sooooo hot. Yeah. I love having you watch my hot man body. Look at my nipples. Look at my hairy chest. Yeah. This is a real man here. My cock is rock hard. My balls have got a big load stored up after sucking you off. I have been dreaming about your cum down my throat for months now. I can still taste it. It is delicious. You make me so fucking horny. I love looking at you as I jack and I love you looking at me. Fuck yeah man. Fuck. This is so hot being completely naked in this theater and in front of you with all the lights on. Look at my body man. The more you look, the hotter I get. I want to be watched. I want to be exposed. I want to be naked. I want you to see me naked. I want to be exposed in public. Oh man. I am getting close. This is so hot having you watch me. I needed this exposure so bad. I need to be naked in public with lots of risk. Look at me buddy. Look at my cock. Look at my body. Look at my hot naked body buddy. Oh yeah. Oh fuck. Here it comes buddy. Here cums my man load. Yeah man. Oh Yeah! Oh Fuck! Fuccckkk!" Bob shot a huge load out of his beautiful dick. There was probably five ropes of white cream. When it was over he smiled, walked right up to me and kissed me hard on the lips. I grabbed him feeling his still semi-hard dick up against my uniform. I knew there would be cum stains on my pants. This was such an amazing feeling having him naked and me clothed. Wow. When we let go of our embrace Bob said, "Look, I want to do some more stuff beyond this theater. Would you like to come over sometime to my house?" I stammered the words out, "Sure." He said, "Great. Here is my address and phone number. You don't work Mondays. Why don't you come over Monday after dinner? We can have some fun." I said, "Ok". He replied, "Great. I'll see you then." "Ok, Bob. After dinner, Monday, probably around 7 PM." "Cool." With that, I started cleaning up the trash. Bob put his clothes on, walked over to me, gave me another deep, passionate kiss by grabbing the back of my head with his hands and forcing his tongue down my throat, and walked out of the theater. Fuck, that was wild. Dad said that other guys would want to have sex with me. He was right again. I finished up and walked home. I would have to tell Dad about this. Monday was a normal sex night for us. I hope he won't be hurt or disappointed. It did bother me; however, I knew that I had to experiment just as Dad had said. Bob was incredibly hot. I wanted more of him. I hope you enjoyed this chapter possibly getting you horny and hard. I am so grateful for all the emails regarding this series. It inspires me to continue. 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.