Date: Tue, 30 Oct 2012 16:01:37 -0500
From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 10; Story codes: M, MM, exhib

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Chapter Ten – Growing Up Naked

I woke up the next morning with a painful piss hard on.  I stumbled into my
bathroom aiming my cock the best I could whizzing a hard stream.  I let out
a loud moan that could have waked the neighbors.  This jarred me a little
more conscious so I moved to the mirror.  There I was again; disheveled,
hair sticking up on end, dried cum on my belly, a wicked taste in my mouth,
and oh did I stink.  All the sexy man smells from last night with hunky Bob
had turned into stench.  I leaned into the tub to turn on the water for a
shower but before I could, I heard, "Not so fast fucker.  Come over here."

It was Dad standing in the threshold to the bathroom displaying a fierce,
menacingly hard cock.  I walked over to him and said, "Yes sir?"

He didn't answer.  He embraced me, pushed me up against the bathroom sink
counter kissing me deep and powerful.  He moved off my lips to the side of
my neck.  I thought I could hear him smelling me.  Naw, that couldn't be,
but he was.  Dad was smelling me.  He was turned on by my vile morning body
odor.  He lifted my arms over my head diving into my ripe, stinking man
pits.  He buried his face into my pit hair getting them super wet as he
slobbered and licked tasting every last ounce of rankness from 24 hours
without a shower coupled with a night of hot man sex.

After taking both armpits making sure the stink had transferred to his
face, he rubbed his saliva drenched, beard stubble face all over mine.  I
took in a deep breath.  The gross fragrance that I smelled a few minutes
earlier turned into the sweetest smell; turned into man smell; turned into
a raw sex bouquet that I would never thought would be arousing but here I
was hard as a rock as my Dad devoured my stink.  Even the awful taste in my
mouth changed as he added his moist tongue and saliva.

"Oh fuck, John.  I jacked off twice more last night fantasizing about my
son having his second true man sex adventure with your friend Bob.  I want
to feel the remnants of that.  I want to taste it; smell it.  I want to
have my son's next load down my throat.  I want to taste that unwashed
cock, savor you, savor Bob..."

So much for the control of grown men...  This was a side of Dad I had not
experienced; unabashed lust.

He moved down my torso to the dried Bob/John cum mixture.  He spit on the
medley to moisten and sanctified his face.  His scratchy beard almost
started to tickle my belly but we were so hot now I willed myself not to go
there.  He had grabbed my buns forcing my hard dong to massage his chest.
Then, in an instant, he engorged my throbbing cock.  I listened to his
nostrils taking in the stench of last night's gyration of the cocks.

"Oh Dad.  I can't take it.  I can't take much more.  I'm gonna shoot Dad.
Your son's load is building for your throat Daddy.  Daddy's gonna take his
son's man cream out of his nasty, smelly sex drenched fuck tube.  Oh Dad.
Feel it.  Feel my dick widening.  The load is building buddy.  The load is
getting ready for you Dad.  Oh Dad.  Suck me Dad.  Make me cum Dad.  Yeah
Dad.  Oh Dad.  Fuck Dad.  Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, here it cums man.  Here cums your
son's jizz.  Take it.  Take it fucker.  Take it NOW!

I screamed at the top of my lungs.  If the neighbors could hear me piss
earlier, then they sure heard my orgasm.  Dad was just like me.  He
wouldn't let up once the cock got sensitive holding on to me so tight I
couldn't move, but I could continue to scream and moan and spew lots of
profanities.

When I calmed down, he stood kissing me again sharing part of my jizz.  I
know it was just the remainder because there was no way he wasn't gonna
take most of the sweet elixir for himself.  While kissing me, Dad was
jacking his cock furiously.  He held me with his left arm, lips tightly
mashed together, tongues deep in each others' mouths, Dad blasted his
fourth load in less than twelve hours.  The fucker aimed his big
discharging tool right where Bob and I had cum on my stomach the night
before.  Once Dad finished firing his load at my stomach, he took his right
hand mopping the cum off my belly and spreading it all over my face.

Talk about choreography.  I bet when Dad was masturbating last night he
schemed this morning show of carnality.

Dad looked into my eyes and said, "I'm so glad you had a good time last
night, John."

"I haven't told you anything about last night Dad."

"Trust me, son.  A father knows.  You had a good time.  It's written all
over your face and the aroma is radiating from your body.  Now, speaking of
aroma, get in the shower.  We got to get going."

Fuck.  Reality hit.  We had to get to work and school.  I raced through my
shower and shaving.  Cereal was on the table.  Dad and I ate fast.  We got
in the car and he drove me to school as I had missed the bus.  He rarely
drives me to school so this was an event.  When we pulled up in front of
the school, he patted me on my thigh and said, "I love you, John.  I am so
proud of the man you are becoming."

I almost started to cry.  It hit me right then how much was happening; high
school ending, college coming, my relationship with Dad, my parents'
divorce, my Dad's homosexuality, Bob, my expanding sex life...  I smiled
and said, "I love you too, Dad.  Thank you."  I got out of the car and he
drove away.  Once I was out of the car a few tears streamed down my face,
but I had to get it together as classes had already started and I was late.

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Ever since Phil left, the projectionist position had been a revolving door.
I never had the same connection with another projectionist as I had with
Phil as a friend, a confidant or a jack off, suck off partner.

This employee problem needed a resolution.  It finally came from an outside
source.  The theater got notice from the film distributors that studios
were discontinuing film soon.  This meant that our movie house had to
switch to digital projection or close.  This sent the owner into a
tailspin.  The cost from an installment company to upgrade to digital
projection is about $100,000.  I was concerned for the owner not knowing if
he had that kind of money available.  It would be sad for our little cinema
to close.  Eventually, the owner found a geek who said that he could put it
all together for less than a major installment company.  I was a skeptical,
but Matt did exactly what he said he was going to do.

We closed one theater while we continued to show films in the other two
keeping the revenue going.  Meanwhile Matt busily installed the computer
system and rewired everything.  Matt asked the owner if he could hire an
electrician to run wiring to allow the curtains to be connected to the
computer thus opening automatically.  Surprisingly, the owner said yes, and
within short order, the curtains opened by computer, the sound system was
upgraded, and we had Internet access that was more than just the credit
card and ticket machines.

Anyone with the slightest computer knowledge could follow the simple
instructions to put the coming attraction disc and the film disc in the
computer, set the timer in the special program and everything happened
automatically.  This required a once-a-week setup on Thursday night as the
weekly schedule always started on Friday.  Ultimately, I did it most of the
time because I was typically the last person left at the end of the day.  I
know it probably wasn't as sophisticated as chain theaters, but it worked
for us and business improved.  This eliminated an employee position helping
to keep us open after such a large cash investment.

Matt was working very hard creating the system in the closed theater, while
running the two old style film projectors.  We all knew that the other
theaters would be faster after working out the bugs in the Ginny pig
theater.

One night I decided to take some time to visit the projection room where
Matt was working.  I knew Matt was in there as the other two films were on
their last reel.  I walked in to find Matt naked jacking off to porn on the
computer.

"John, what are you doing here?" Matt exclaimed as he covered his dick but
made no further attempt to hide what he was doing.  How could he?

"Matt, I came to check out this new system.  I thought it was a good time
because the last reels are showing and I knew you would be free.
Apparently, I was right."  I said with a chuckle.  Matt was surprising
nonplused by the situation.  I guess when you are caught red-handed, why
bother.

"I don't have the whole system up yet, but you can see John, I am connected
to the Internet."  Matt said with a grin.  He took his hand away from his
still hard dick when he said it.

I should interrupt a bit to give you a little background on Matt.  The
first time I met Matt was when the owner introduced him to the staff.  I
immediately got a boner.  I have learned over the years that I am attracted
to lots of different guys.  The first thing that got me hard making my
polyester pants of my uniform bulge was his shaved head.  Bald men are so
masculine.  Matt was in his mid-twenties, he was about 5'8" weighing in at
a chunky 200 lbs.  I knew the only place he was bald was on his head
because there was dark chest hair sprouting out of the top of his white
t-shirt with equally hairy arms.  His belly pushed the lower buttons of his
Oxford shirt to the point they could pop at any moment.  Through his
t-shirt and shirt, I could still see his nipples protruding the fabric as
his man breasts rested ever so softly on his paunch.  I wanted to see him
naked.  I wanted to bury my face in his crotch sucking his tool as he stood
over me with his gut bouncing on my forehead.  I wanted to blast a load of
my jizz on that sexy bald head.

I scanned his naked hairy body and his hard cock saying to myself, `Fuck,
Matt is exactly as I fantasized!'  I went for it.  I unbuttoned my shirt,
pulled the tail out, unbuckled and unzipped my pants; within thirty
seconds, I was naked too and, of course, hard.  "Matt, I came up to see the
system.  We got about a half hour before the last reel ends.  Show me what
you got." I said that with every entendre in the book.

Matt showed me the porn on the screen.  We both started jacking to it.  He
was watching straight porn, but it was the kind where the guy gets equal
screen time.  Was Matt gay and enjoyed watching straight porn, or was he
bi, or did he take advantage of whatever opportunity arose without defining
himself?  Leaving that conversation for another time I said, "Matt, would
you stand up for me.  There is something that I have wanted to do since the
first time I met you."

Matt stood up and I went to my knees.  Matt has huge balls.  They hung
almost 2" south.  Hairless like his head; I guess if you're shaving your
head, you might as well do your balls too.  His pubic hair was trimmed
which made it easy for me to attack his 5" hard and so thick cock.  I could
barely get my mouth around the projecting stub.  I grabbed his hairy ass
forcing his dick as far down my throat as I could take it.  My eyes were
tearing.  There was drool streaming down my chin.  I wanted that cock and
the cum in those balls.  Nothing was going to stop me.  I reached up
feeling his hairy blubber tits.  This brought deep, intense moans from the
big stud.  Matt took the back of my head with his hands forcing his dick
further into my professional cocksucking throat.  His belly joggled on my
forehead just as I had dreamed.  It felt so good I could have shot just
from the feel of his excess stomach bulge flopping on my head.

"John, I'm gonna cum."  Matt screamed.

I only whimpered in acknowledgement getting ready for his warm jizz coming
from his balls bobbing on my chin.  Those balls gave and gave and gave.  I
almost started to choke but it passed pulling him into me my arms wrapped
around his thick hairy thighs.

Breathlessly I requested one more thing, "Matt get down on your knees and
rub your bald head in my crotch while I jack off."  Matt didn't think
anything strange about this request.  I stood up.  He got down jamming his
slick, shiny head under my balls.  I jacked like a fiend producing a white
load to polish his noggin.  I watched cum shoot out of my dick onto his
sexy bald head.  That sight produced a deeper level of orgasm.  This was a
dream cum true.  When I was done, I went right for his crown and licked my
steaming jizz falling to the floor and giving him a kiss, which Matt did
not object.

Matt said, "Thanks, man.  That's much better than porn."

"Porn is always a good start.  You cool?"  I questioned; still not sure
what to make of Matt.

"Yeah, I'm cool."

"Matt, I've had the hots for you ever since you arrived.  Plus, I got to do
exactly what I wanted with you.  I wanted to suck you off and feel your
bald head in my crotch.  This was a fantasy come true.  Thank you.  I think
you are a very sexy man."

"Thanks, John.  I like you too.  I hope we can play some more."

"Trust me, Matt, we can play.  But right now the last film is almost over
and I got to get everyone out and lock up.  Buddy, why don't you call it a
night?  You've been working too hard.  Go home."

"I'm going to."

"See ya tomorrow, Matt."

"See ya, John.  Thanks."

I was dressing as we were saying our goodbyes.  I raced down stairs and the
crowd was already filing out.  I checked the bathrooms, locked the doors,
turned off the lobby lights, rushed through cleanup of the theaters, and
left.  I was happy to see that Matt's car was gone from the lot when I
walked out.


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.