Date: Sun, 2 Dec 2012 17:49:47 -0800
From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 18; M, MM, exhib, inc

Disclaimer: This story is erotic fiction meant for mature readers.  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, any
similarity to any person, place or thing 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 use under any
condition.  Please forward all comments to douglas.marx.4@gmail.com.

Support nifty.org.  We have all shot out loads reading Nifty.  Show
appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html.  Thank you.  Enjoy.

Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc

-----------------------------------

Excerpt: Bob proceeded to the speaker box.  We placed our orders.  Bob was
stroking again by now.  He instructed all of us to do the same.

We proceeded forward to the drive-in window.  There was a nice early 20s
guy.  Non-descript.  Definitely the burger joint type.  He had a big smile
on his face as he looked down into the car of four naked men fondling their
pricks.

"Here's your burgers, fries.  Here's a coke, vanilla shake, and two waters.
Thanks guys.  You made my night."

Bob said, "If there wasn't a line, I would shoot for you but we jizzed a
little bit ago."

-----------------------------------

Growing Up Naked - Chapter Eighteen

I awoke from our nap by my brother David kissing me gently on the lips.

"Wake up babe.  We got a big night ahead of us."

I kissed him back.  His body was warm from being out in the sun this
afternoon.  He smelled so fresh from the shower.  I took in his manly aroma
with the resulting immediate hard on.

Why was David being so affectionate?  What was this about?  Why was he
treating me like his girlfriend?  He had never wanted this level of
intimacy with me before.  David had been happy fucking me, depositing his
seed into my bowels followed by retreating to our separate twin beds.  Now
he wanted to take a nap with me.  Whatever it was, as I said before, I was
willing to do.

Our relationship was always about him being in charge.  I was the one who
sucked him off.  I was the one who sucked his friends off.  David arranged
those opportunities.  David told me when he wanted my warm mouth around his
cock.  I never initiated.  David was the one who decided to fuck me on my
high school graduation night.  He said that he wished he had taken my hole
years earlier.  Was it something about taking my man-pussy that created
this new closeness?

I had the feeling there was more to this than David was letting on or
probably was ever going to express.  I was clear in my role though.  David
was the top.  David was the aggressor.  David was the alpha male.  I knew
that I was not in love with him in a relationship way, but I certainly was
not foolish.  David was the Greek God, the Adonis of the family.  No
self-respecting homosexual was going to turn down his advances.

We lay there in each other's arms for a few minutes kissing.  It felt so
right and comfortable.  He was such a man with a capital M.

David pulled his head back to speak to me.  "John, would you mind if we got
rid of all this kid stuff in our room."

"Sure.  Why?"  I questioned.

"I'm tired of looking at these posters and crap from our past.  It's all
kids' junk.  We are no longer kids.  And, I'm real fucking over these twin
beds.  Would you be up for splitting the cost of an inexpensive double bed?
If we keep to a double, instead of a queen, we will save a few hundred
dollars."

Now, David was doing a super fuck with my head.  I responded.  "I don't
object to it, David, but you are leaving in six weeks to go back to school.
I'm going to be going to college soon too.  Why spend the money on a new
bed now?"

"I know.  It seems silly; however, I'm still going to be coming home for
summers to work.  I can make a lot more money here living at home where the
rent and the food are free.  You will be doing the same.  We might as well
invest in our future for the next three years."  He paused for a minute.  I
could tell he wanted to say more but wasn't sure he should.  He finally
produced a big smile and continued, "Besides, I'm tired of fucking you on a
twin bed.  I want more room to maneuver you around."  He said it as a joke,
but he was serious.  I think that was his primary motivation, but he
wouldn't give that much.  I would even be so bold as to say he wanted to
sleep with me after we fucked.  David was never going to admit to that.  He
was too butch.  David did not have an ounce of sissy in him no matter who
he was screwing.

Before I commented further, I thought about suggesting we convert the
girls' room.  They weren't coming back.  Then we could have separate
bedrooms.  David could bring home a chick if he wanted to.  Then I realized
that David was not interested in bringing some chick home.  David was
interested in a steady hole to fuck and I was the hole.  I wasn't about to
suggest that option.  If David wanted to sleep with me and fuck me in a
double bed summers and holidays for the next three years, I wasn't about to
say no.  "Ok, David.  I am willing to contribute $400 to the project."

David's eyes lit up.  He immediately went into alpha male plan mode.
"Here's my idea, John. Tomorrow we will empty the room out, go get some
paint and shop for a bed.  We can paint the room tomorrow so by the time
the bed arrives it's all done.  Is that cool?"

"Yeah, David.  It's fine with me."

David kissed me quick in an expression of gratitude and slapped me on the
ass.  "Thanks, buddy.  It's time to get up."  With that, David jumped out
of bed to go to the bathroom leaving me (the girlfriend) laying there
saying to myself, `what the fuck just happened?'

I headed to the kitchen to see how dinner was coming.  I was hungry,
confused, and out-of-sorts.  I wanted to walk in and say to Bob and Dad,
`you would not believe what just happened', but instead I kept my mouth
shut.  I figured David would bring up the topic at dinner.

Dad saw me walking in.  My cock was still semi-hard.  He gave a big smile
as he looked at my meat.  He knew David and I had been together in bed.
After seeing me arrive, Dad yelled, "David, dinner's ready!"

"Ok, Dad.  Be right there."

Bob and I brought the food to the table.  We all sat down just as David
appeared.

Dad said, "Look's good everyone.  Let's eat."

Four hungry, naked grown men can eat.  You can imagine the food that went
through that house.  The four of us ate more than when it was the six of us
(Mom, Dad and the kids) growing up.  Dad ate a lot because of his workouts.
Bob enjoyed his food as any bear cub does.  David was a high-energy guy
burning lots of calories.  I prayed that David would know to slow that down
as he got older.  I wanted that perfect body to last forever.  I realize
now that was stupid to think that way.  David was too self-absorbed and too
vain to let himself go.  To this day, he is still a stud.

After a few minutes of scarfing, Dad decided to speak.  "Guys, I want to
talk to you about something."  We were all ears.  It sounded a little grim.
"I've been thinking about this for a while now.  I wanted to wait until we
were all together at once."

"What is it, Dad?"  I inquired with a bit of concern.

Dad realized that he was taking too grave a tone from my question.  "I'm
sorry.  I'm being a Dad – too serious.  I'll lighten up.  As you all
know, I bought out Mom's half of the house in the divorce.  Unfortunately,
we are still left with a house that looks like it did when the previous
family lived here."

Ouch.  That was nasty.  I know deep down, Dad was glad for the divorce.  He
was happy to have Bob as his boyfriend.  He loved the full-time nude
lifestyle the four of us experienced in this home together.  He loved the
freedom of a man-only household without hormonal drama and girly shit.
But, he was still bitter.  I understood that.  I was irritated too.  It
took years for me to forgive Mom.  I was never close to my sisters again
and they made no effort toward any of us either.

Dad continued, "So I want to have an estate sale.  I want to get rid of
everything in the house.  Then, I want to repaint inside and out, get new
furniture and a new kitchen.  I thought about selling it to start fresh.
This house is free and clear.  To sell it properly, we would still have to
repaint and clean up the years of the previous family (There he goes
again.).  Why not keep what we've got?  Does this sound like a good idea?"

David spoke first.  "Yeah, Dad.  I think it is a great idea.  In fact, John
and I had already decided to do that to our room.  We are going to buy
paint and a new bed tomorrow."

Bob and Dad were a little stunned not about the paint, about the singular
use of the word bed.  David saw their look with a quick retort, "Yeah.  I'm
tired of fucking John on a twin.  We are going to buy a double bed."  The
whole table laughed, including me, except my face was crimson.

That information loosened the tension in Dad's tone.  Then, the next
unexpected thing occurred.  Dad got up from the table, walked over to Bob's
seat, got down on one knee, took Bob's hands in his and said, "Bob, I love
you.  You are the most wonderful man I've ever met.  Would you be part of
this fresh start?  Would you move in with my sons and me?  I know there are
details to work out, but I want to live with you.  I am willing to get a
new place if that would make you feel more comfortable.  I just want to be
with you.  I love you, Bob."

There was not a dry eye in the house including David.  It was so loving and
romantic.  Bob replied, "Yes, I would love to live with you.  I have never
been so happy in my life with you and your sons.  And, I don't care about
houses.  Material things are of little importance to me.  This house is
just as fine as the next.  With your plans, it will feel new anyway."  Dad
got up off his knee, lifted Bob to his feet, and they kissed and cried.

Eventually, we all sat down again once the tears stopped flowing Bob said,
"Do you think my little play idea is appropriate under the circumstances?
I mean, you just asked me to live with you and now the four of us are going
to go out on an exhibitionist adventure.  Maybe we should do something more
romantic."

Dad would have none of it.  "No Bob.  I think it is just fine.  You met
John by taking off your clothes in the movie theater and jacking off in
front of him.  That led to meeting me when John asked you to come over for
an afternoon of naked fun.  I think it is perfectly appropriate and
natural.  Besides, I want the four of us to be together as a family this
whole weekend.  We rarely are all here together."

I understood something about Dad at that moment.  Dad had been gay his
entire life.  Dad; however, had a larger priority.  He wanted a family.
That was why he married Mom.  He wanted a family more than he wanted a man.
When he was young, he probably didn't think there was any other way of
getting a family so he married Mom.  Now he was able to have a man and a
family.  I was so happy for him.  I was happy for both of them.

There was a lot more details to work out regarding the house and Bob moving
in full time, but that was enough for one evening.  David and I cleared the
table, put everything in the dishwasher and cleaned up the kitchen.  Bob
and Dad retreated to the living room for a private chat.  David and I
looked in as we went back to our room to see Bob and Dad sitting on the
sofa in each other's arms, not even talking, just being.  It was beautiful.

David and I killed an hour in our room before it was time to go see the
fireworks.  We were hesitant to go back to the living room to get Bob and
Dad; however, it was time to leave if we were going to go.  Back in the
living room, we said in unison, "It's time to go guys."

"Ok."  Dad said.  They got up off the sofa.  Bob got his keys and we jumped
in his little sedan.  Bob had put his car in the garage so that we could
leave naked with no clothes in the car.  If it had been in the driveway, we
would have had to brought shorts to exit the front door.  It was dusk,
about 8:30.  Bob drove us to the park.  He put the car in a specific spot.
He must have done this before.  Bob got out of the car and popped the
trunk.  The next thing we saw he was setting up four lawn chairs.  He
expected us to get out and sit in the lawn chairs to watch the show.
Jesus.  What if someone saw us?

Bob was right, though, there was nobody in the city park.  Everyone was at
the fairgrounds.  The fireworks show started and the four of us sat there
watching the display and pumping our dicks.  Bob said, "Ok, guys, let's
stroke until we see the finale start.  Then, let's all shoot off together."
That sounded like a great idea.

It was nice to be outside.  The humid summer air smelled sultry.  It
definitely brought out the hormones.  The trees in the park gave off a
freshness that our backyard didn't have.  We had all showered, but the heat
of the evening quickly had us men perspiring.

The fireworks show was typical.  It lasted about fifteen minutes.  The
amount of fireworks rapidly increased toward the end indicating the climax.
I looked around watching the other three stroke their meat, groan, moan,
all of us watching both shows, the fireworks and the four of us.  I was the
first to spurt.  David stood over me and shot his load on my belly.  Dad
went over, pulled Bob from his seat kissing him passionately as the two of
them stroked their bones.  They simultaneously ejaculated on each other's
thighs.  When they were done, David brought me over to them for a group hug
making sure our cum mixed on each of us.

Dad exclaimed, "Well, that was fun."  We all laughed.

Bob said, "Let's get the chairs in the trunk and drive around awhile."  We
got in the car.  Bob picked up his phone and sent a text.  In a minute,
there was a response.  Bob said, "I'm hungry again.  Let's go get something
to eat."

"What?"  We all said.

Bob laughed.  "We'll go through the drive-thru."  He didn't expand wanting
us to squirm some more.

"But, we're naked!"

"It's cool.  I confirmed the guy working the window is a friend.  He would
love to see us."

Bob started the car and off we went.  He pulled in the parking lot of a
local burger joint, not a chain and parked.  He sent another text to
confirm his friend was in the window.  Bob proceeded to the speaker box.
We placed our orders.  Bob was stroking again by now.  He instructed all of
us to do the same.

We proceeded forward to the drive-in window.  There was a nice early 20s
guy.  Non-descript.  Definitely the burger joint type.  He had a big smile
on his face as he looked down into the car of four naked men fondling their
pricks.

"Here's your burgers, fries.  Here's a coke, vanilla shake, and two waters.
Thanks guys.  You made my night."

Bob said, "If there wasn't a line, I would shoot for you but we jizzed a
little bit ago."

"That's ok, some other time.  Thanks Bob for thinking of me."

We pulled away from the window into a parking spot.  We were going to eat
our burgers in the car, naked, in the well-lit burger joint parking lot
that was very busy because of the after fireworks crowd.  Bob was unfazed
by the whole thing.

Dad said, "I learn more about you every day."

Bob responded, "He's a guy I met a few years ago in the park.  We played.
He likes exhibitionism.  We haven't had sex in a while.  We used to play on
cam at my house.  He loves showing off anywhere he can.  In fact, you can
see some of his naked pics on tumblr sites.  I like to go by and get a
burger when he is on duty.  He likes it.  I shoot for him if there aren't
cars behind me."

Dad said, "Maybe the two of us could play with him sometime.  Do you think
he would be up for that?"

Bob was surprised, but said, "Sure."

"Cool.  He's kinda hot in a different sort of way."

"He's got a huge dick.  That is his best asset and he loves to have guys
watch him jack it off."

"I'm up for that."  I said from the back seat.  We all laughed.

We finished our meal.  Bob collected all the trash.  He got out of the car
and walked over to the garbage can nearby.  He didn't think anything of the
fact that there were other people around.

When Bob got back in, David said, "Dude, you are amazing.  That took
balls."

Bob said, "Thanks.  I like to fuck with people a little.  Keeps them on
their toes.  Let's go drive around and take some pics."  It was getting
late and the crowds were thinning in town.  Bob reached into the glove box
to pull out his little camera.  Bob drove over to the front entrance of the
mall.  The mall was closed.  He pulled into the parking lot near the sign
on the main street.

"Here's the deal.  Two have to play.  One goes and stands by the sign
preferably hard.  The other has to get out taking the picture."

I jumped at the chance.  "I'll stand by the sign."

David said, "I'll take the picture."

David and I both got out of the back seat.  I ran over to the sign.  My
dick was primed again, which Bob wanted.  David took the shot and we ran
back to the car.  We jumped back in breathing heavy.  It was a rush.

Bob peeled out driving to the big box hardware store where David and I were
going to buy paint tomorrow.  This time he drove right to the front of the
store.  "Who's next?"

Dad said, "I'll go."

I said, "I'll take the shot."

Dad jumped out of the car and walked up to the front automatic sliding
doors.  The place was closed.  I got out to take the picture.  Then we
walked back to the car instead of running.

Bob then drove to the local bank.  Our bank.  "Next."

David said, "I'll pose.  You take the picture Dad."

"Ok."

Dad and David got out of the car.  David was boned.  He went right to the
big neon sign and started jerking himself.  Dad followed taking picture
after picture.  Suddenly, Bob and I both realized that David was getting
into this so much he was going to sperm.  Dad did too.  He kept snapping
one pic after the next.  Finally, the three of us witnessed our Adonis
spurt a big load of cream.  He held his hand out so that he captured his
babies.  When he was finished, he took the jizz to his mouth and licked it
off his hand.  Dad just kept the camera going.

David and Dad jumped back in the car.  Dad threw the camera at Bob and
said, "Take pictures.  I gotta cum."

Dad grabbed his man meat.  He stroked fast beating his Daddy cock rough.
He started screaming, "Oh fuck.  That was hot.  Oh man.  Watching you shoot
that load David.  Watching you eat your boys.  God it made me need to
spurt.  Gotta spurt.  Fuck Bob.  I love you.  I love this.  Fuck.  Gotta
empty my tanks.  My fucking balls need release.  Fuck man.  Fuck.  Fuck.
Fuck.  Fuck.  Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!"

Dad shot all over his belly.  Bob continued to take pictures, and then
threw the camera to me as he went down on Dad's dick to clean off Dad's
cum.  He then took his face and rubbed it all over Dad's hairy belly making
sure the cream covered his whole face.  Bob leaned forward and kissed Dad.
I captured the unabridged romance on film.

Suddenly, Bob came back to reality fast.  I saw it in his eyes.  He started
the car and we drove off.  We headed home at that point.  That was enough
for one evening.

Bob pulled into the garage.  We all got out.  Said our quick goodnights and
went to our rooms.

David said to me when we closed the door.  "That was wild."

"Yeah.  That was something.  What an evening.  Wasn't it interesting how
Bob came to and peeled out of the parking lot?  It's like he has
sixth-sense that we had been there long enough."

David responded, "Yeah.  I noticed that too.  I don't think I would want to
do that without him.  Too dangerous.  Buddy, you want to sleep with me
tonight?"

"Really, don't you think it will be uncomfortable?"

"Naw.  I've slept with plenty of women on my twin bed at school.  It will
be fine.  Come on.  Sleep with me."

"Ok, but shouldn't we shower?  I stink and we have cum all over us."

David said, "No.  I want to feel your sweat.  I want to feel your dried
cum.  I want to wake to the smell of stale sex tomorrow morning."

"Jesus David.  What's got into you?"  I exclaimed.

"Nothing.  If I'm going to be with a man, I want to play like men play.  I
don't want to feel like I have to be perfect at every moment.  Besides, I
like how you smell and taste when your body is a little rank."

Wow.  David took all of this to yet another level.  Man smells?  How men
play?  He was something else.

David got in the twin bed first and I followed.  I was tired.  I didn't
give much more thought to the day wrapping myself up in David's studly arms
to sleep naked with my beefcake brother.  Nor did I care about the women
and the twin bed reference.  David was redefining our relationship to
something new.  As Scarlett O'Hara said, "I can't think about that right
now. If I do, I'll go crazy. I'll think about that tomorrow."

I never did completely understand how David's mind worked.  He was a great
lesson in acceptance and patience over the years.  David's sensuality was
motivating.  He was an Alpha Male, Adonis, stud muffin who fucked me, cared
for me and allowed me to play and touch his incredible body in any way I
wanted.  He made it easy to accept whatever his idiosyncrasies were.  We
fell fast asleep.



I hope you enjoyed this chapter.  Thank you all for writing.  The positive
response is very motivating.  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.