Date: Thu, 6 Dec 2012 09:44:22 -0800 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 19; Story codes: 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: "It's ok baby. Relax. Big brother is gonna take care of you. Just feel my cock in there. Relax those ass muscles. Yeah. There you go baby. You're ready for me now, aren't you?" "Yes David. I'm ready. Fuck me." ----------------------------------- Growing Up Naked - Chapter Nineteen David and I wakened early for once. He didn't fuck me. He didn't force my mouth onto his hard morning cock. He didn't spurt a load of hot brother cream into one of my orifices. He wanted to get started with the day. We had a lot to accomplish because we only had today to finish the bedroom project. We scarfed a quick breakfast, jumped in David's car, and drove to the big box hardware store where I had taken pictures of Dad bared and hard the night before. David was in full Alpha male control mode. I didn't care. I was so happy to be doing this project with him. I loved that my big stud brother wanted to do this, wanted to be with me. He could control me all he wanted to. Someone had to take charge. Yet, even an Alpha male needs help. On the way to the store, he said to me, "Now, John, you are the fag. So you have to pick out the paint colors, but I want it to be masculine." He smiled when he said it showing that he meant nothing derogatory. He was correct. I had better taste. After all, I am the fag. "Ok David. I'll pick the colors. You get the rest of the painting supplies we need. Cool?" "Cool." We arrived at the store, got a cart and proceeded directly to paint. David went off about his business and in no time was back with everything we needed. I selected a nice neutral light gray in flat with a two-shot deeper shade of colorant for the trim and door in semi-gloss. If we were going to do this, we were going to do it right. I told David. "We have to take the extra time to put a prime coat on before the two layers of paint. The room had been the same for many years. You are going to be shocked at how bad it will look when we take everything off the walls and out of the room." David said, "Ok, if you insist." I know he was disgusted about this amount of work, but he knew I was correct. "Now let's get some trash bags and some boxes in case there is something we want to save." "I don't want to save anything." He protested. "Let's just get them anyway. We can always use them for the estate sale. Ok." I refuted. "Ok." I could tell we were going to butt heads a bit today. We were both willing to go through that drama though for the results. We checked out. $125.00. That meant our bed was going to have to come in under $675. It was going to be close, but we would deal with that later. We got home. Dad and Bob were sitting at the table having coffee. "You want some help?" Dad asked. David said, "Not yet. Let John and I pack and throw out our stuff. We could use help with the painting as it is a lot more complicated than I thought." "Ok. Let us know." David and I took the boxes and trash bags out of the car leaving the rest for later. Surprisingly, we both decided there was very little sentimental value in the room so we only used one box. The rest went right to the trash bags. Posters, old clothes to the thrift store, old toys to Toy for Tots, and lots and lots of crap. When it was all out, the room looked terrible. David said, "You were right buddy. It needs all the work you said it would." I smiled. That made my day. David and I picked up the first bed and took it to the basement. We piled the second one on top. We went to the car to get the paint supplies. Passing through the house David said, "Ok Dad, we need your help now." I took charge here. I instructed everyone that we were going to prep the room first; masking tape, drop clothes for the floor, unhinge the door and set it in the hall over a drop cloth. Dad was equally dismayed at how bad the room looked. He openly wondered if the rest of the house was going to be this bad. I lovingly told him, "Yes, Dad the rest of the house will be this bad." "Now let's get the room primed. We start by trimming all the edges. Next, we prime the trim. The ceiling gets primed next followed by the walls." I instructed the team. I was glad we had four people. It was done in no time flat. "Let's have lunch." Dad said. We took a much-needed break for lunch. Over lunch, Dad decided to become Dad. "So guys, how much is your budget?" David said, "$800. We are each putting up $400." "How much did you spend in paint and supplies?" David said cautiously because he knew where this was going, "$125." "$675 is not going to give you two much of a bed." "We know Dad." I said. "I thought maybe we could get a frame at the thrift store and get a better mattress." Dad laughed, "Look, even if you paid under $100 for a used frame, $575 won't buy you a mattress of any quality. You would be wasting your money. Would you like some help?" "Yes, Dad we could use some help." We sheepishly said in unison. Dad was not pushy. He said, "I think this is a valiant effort. Why don't we all go looking for a proper mattress and bed frame together tomorrow? You contribute the balance of your budget and I will pay for the rest." "Ok. Thanks Dad." I said. "Yeah. Thanks Dad. I can see this was falling apart quickly." David added. "Let's finish up the painting, then we'll clean up and go out to dinner. We all need to get out of this house for a bit." Dad said. "Great!" We finished the painting, jumped in the shower and looked around for some decent clothes to put on. We got in Dad's car and went to eat. Dad took us to a nice place. It was fun for the four of us to be out and about. Projects like that are stressful and nobody wanted to take on making dinner after all that. About halfway through the meal, Bob queried, "So where are you two going to sleep tonight?" There was a shit-eating smile on his face because he knew we had not gotten that far in our processing. David said, "Uh." "Why don't you guys sleep at my house tonight? Your Dad and I already figured we were all going to move into my house temporarily once the estate sale happened and the kitchen was gutted. You can stay there till the bed arrives." Bob had a grin on his face, which I didn't understand until David and I got to his house that night. We all went home. David and I grabbed a few essentials from the bathroom. We got in David's car to drive over to Bob's and I said, "Let's take our clothes off and drive naked." David exclaimed, "What!" "Come on. It will be fun. When I was fucking with Bob before I introduced him to Dad, he would drive me home naked every time. He would walk out of his house with no clothes on, put my bike in the trunk and off we would go. One night, he took me home from the theater and told me we were going to play "Naked Serious Date". "What is Naked Serious Date?" David asked. "It is when a couple drives home naked after a date. The man gets out of the car, opens the car for the gentleman he is dating (meaning me), and we both walk hand in hand to the front door naked. We stand on the front porch with the lights on and kiss as if we had clothes on. Then the man walks back to his car drives away as the other gentleman waves goodbye from the front porch showing full frontal to the whole neighborhood before going inside. Naked Serious Date." "Wow." David cried. "Yeah David. The cool thing about that night was after Bob left I stood and watched Mr. Taylor across the street. He was looking out the window and obviously jacking his cock. All of a sudden Mr. Taylor stood up and shot a load onto the window of his house. Fucking hot." "Man, Mr. Taylor. I always thought he was a little queer." "David, he is way queer." I laughed. We took off our clothes and drove over to Bob's. I assured David that we could just park in the back of the house in front of his detached garage and enter from the back without having to put on our clothes again. He was a little skeptical, but that is exactly what we did. When we got inside, I remember why Bob had a smile on his face when he invited us to stay there, the cameras and the website. Quickly my mind raced as I figured out that David and I could broadcast or at the least record a fuck session. I didn't want to ask David to have sex with me. I never wanted to initiate with David. I could initiate with Bob or Dad or some other guy, but with David, it always had to be his move. I knew that if I became a pursuer in our relationship, he would weird out. I decided to show him Bob's computer equipment and see if he got the idea himself. "David, let me show you Bob's computer set up." I demurely proclaimed. "Ok, I've heard a little about this." "Yeah, it is something. He has cameras set up all over the house. He has a large subscription base to his website that loves to watch him be naked. He has a special jackoff session once a week for VIP members where David can see the other guys and the other guys can see David. It all ends in a cummy mess." "Wow, look at these cameras. They are everywhere." "Here David, let's go in the guest room. I think we should sleep in here instead of in Bob's room. Look at all this computer equipment, the three monitors, the large server; Bob must make some bucks from this. I wonder how his clients are dealing with him dating Dad and being over at our house all the time." David responded, "I bet they are a little upset." "Yeah, but I'm sure Bob still makes the scheduled VIP session." I supposed. David said, "I'm sure he does. Do you know how to work this stuff John?" He was caressing his growing cock. "Yeah David. I know how to work it." "Turn it on." David commanded. "Do you want to broadcast, record or both?" "Both." I turned everything on. David's cock was sticking straight out. I was sitting at the computer desk and David was rubbing his meat against the side of my face. I wanted to take it in my mouth, but I had to wait for the programs to load and click all the correct settings. As soon as the last mouse click occurred, I turned and devoured David's shaft. He took hold of my ears and forced his beef organ to the back of my throat. David eased up enough for me to not choke and to breath, and then plow, he daggered me again. "Suck my fuck pole, John. Take it. Yeah buddy. Make your big brother feel good. Yeah, you got the nicest mouth cunt. No girl knows how to suck cock like you buddy. Look up into my eyes buddy. Look at your big stud bro. You love it don't you fucker? You love sucking my man cock. I turn you on big time. My queer little brother sucks his big brother's cock. Fucking hot. Look at how you devour my meat. Shit man. Oh fuck John. You are such a great cocksucker. My queer, fag, cocksucking brother. No guy is as lucky as me." David lifted me out of the chair, took me in his big arms and kissed me hard. His tongue plunged into my willing mouth. I could now smell the aroma of David. David had a scent he gave off when he had sex that was different from any other man I had been with. It is hard to describe but I can say that the smell turned me on big time. He held me tight as we kissed and I could feel his pectoral muscles smashed against my chest. Our cocks were sticking straight up rubbing on each other's and our bellies. David maneuvered me over to the bed laying me down first with him getting on top of me. I said to myself, `We are having real sex. We are not just fucking.' We started to have the kind of sex that I had with Bob, with Dad, and with Bob and Dad. We rolled all over the bed. We licked and sucked each other. David sucked my cock! David spent a lot of time lapping and imbibing on my man nipples. This action brought me to the edge. David knew how far he could take me without me shooting a load. He took me right to the brink before moving away from my nips to reach for the lube. David got up on his haunches with a big smile on his face. "I'm gonna fuck you hard, John." "Yeah David. Go for it. Take my hole David. It is all for you. Fill me with you brother cock, David. I want you. I want your meat in me. I want your load in me." "That's right, John. You want your brother's meat don't you? Man you are one hot fucking queer bottom. No chick cunt is as tight and has the muscles you do, buddy." David lifted my legs to bend me in half exposing my man-cunt. Shockingly he went face first into my hole. His tongue forced its way into my butt. I took my hands and pulled my ass cheeks farther apart to help David get inside me with his tongue, mouth and saliva. I heard him smelling me taking in the bouquet of my pussy. I couldn't wait to see the recording of this because the angle would be David's strong arms pushing my legs over me, his face in my ass, and his arse high in the air as he sat on his flanks on the bed. He went on for a good five minutes getting my opening relaxed and moist. David lifted his head, moved my legs so they wrapped around his waist and moved over me to kiss me making sure that we shared the perfumes and nectars of my cunt. Fuck. He had never been this thorough. David was to this point a slam, bam, thank you ma'am guy. He would force me to suck his cock or fuck my hole, but after the orgasm was on about his day. Not that I didn't know he appreciated my expertise and willingness. He hadn't been inclined to participate in the other aspects of sex such as holding, kissing, caressing, foreplay. Now he was spending lots of time making me feel good as he would some chick. Now he was kissing me. Now his was prepping my cunny with his tongue. Now he was sucking my nipples. Now he was sucking my cock. While David was kissing me I felt him start to lube my hole by sticking one, then two, then three fingers inside to prep my butt. He got off the bed standing next to it. He was still rock hard even though he had not touched his cock for a long time because both of his hands were taking care of me. He appropriated my waist pulling me toward him. He lifted my legs placing my feet on his pecs. The feeling of the soles of my feet resting on the muscled mounds on his chest sent a shiver down my spine with excitement. Then he took his fuck tool and jammed it hard into my gut all at once. I screamed. This was contrary to the gentleness of the preparation, but he was the man and my hole was his. "It's ok baby. Relax. Big brother is gonna take care of you. Just feel my cock in there. Relax those ass muscles. Yeah. There you go baby. You're ready for me now, aren't you?" "Yes David. I'm ready. Fuck me." And he did. David fucked me hard for at least fifteen minutes. Sometimes he was slow. Sometimes he was fast. Sometimes he was kissing me. Sometimes he was way back looking down at my late teen body. He brought his dick almost completely out of my cunt. I would feel so empty when he did that. Then he would plow back into me as I felt his pubs on my ass cheeks. He took has hands touching my whole torso moving up on my pecs, playing with my nips, rubbing my arms. David was making love to me. Eventually, it was clear David couldn't take it any longer. He started to rapidly fire his dick into me. He moaned, screamed, cursed... His body vibrated. His muscles tightened. In the last few seconds, he was screaming `fuck'. I felt his shaft widened stretching my bowels that extra amount and then a blast, his babies were unloading into me. David was impregnating my cunt. I watched his powerful body spasm, his head throwing itself back, his biceps bulge as he held my thighs forcing my ass as close to him as possible. What a fucking hot man stud. David demanded, "Jack yourself off, John while I'm still inside you. I want to see you spurt. I want to feel your hole tighten around my man cock while I'm still hard." I was more than happy to obey. I jacked furiously. It didn't take but a minute. I shot copious loads of jizz all the way to my face. When I was finished, David pulled out and body slammed down on top of me mixing my cum onto his torso. He started to kiss me again holding me with his stout arms. I had died and gone to heaven. What was with him? Who the fuck cares? I'll take it. David finally got off me to go pee. I lay there as one satisfied cunt. Before he got back, I did jump up for a minute and turned off the recording part of the computer. I left the cameras on. When he came back in, he pulled the sheets and blanket up over us, moved me over to my side, and snuggled up in a spoon to go to sleep. I heard his hot breath in my ear and felt it on my neck. Just like a man, he was asleep in seconds. I wasn't far behind, but the girl did lay there for a few minutes appreciating what had just happened. If anyone was watching on the website, they had quite a show. I would love to know the statistics of how many other cocks shot a big creamy load around the world during that scene. Morning came fast. "Come on sleepy head. Get up. We got a big day again." David cajoled. "Let's get a shower and get back over to the house. Dad's gonna help us buy a bed. We need to be on our best behavior including on time." Fuck. He was right. David and I showered together to be faster; however, it was just a shower, no sex. We had to walk back to the car naked because we forgot about bringing our clothes with us. We put the clothes on in the car and drove back over to our home. Bob and Dad were already having breakfast. "The food is on the stove. Just get it yourself." Dad said it with a big grin as it was so obvious we had being fucking around even though we were clean and well-groomed. One can always tell, we were still a little spacy and disheveled. We piled on the eggs, bacon, potatoes on a plate and sat down with Bob and Dad. Bob smiled and queried, "So... how was your night?" As if, he didn't know. 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.