Date: Tue, 9 Oct 2012 08:29:40 -0400
From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com>
Subject: Gay/Incest; Title - Growing Up Naked; Chapter 2; Story codes: M, MM, MB, BB, exhib

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Story codes: M, MM, MB, BB, exhib


Growing Up Naked - Chapter Two

At fifteen, I got a job at the local movie house.  From the very beginning,
I would see how much I could get away with.  It was not a megaplex of
theaters.  It was a simple three-screen place.  It took only a few people
to run it and only one to close.  I got in good with my boss and started
closing.  Everyone else left a half hour after the last movie started.  The
kids running the snack bar wanted out of there fast.  That left me and the
projector guy.

Most evenings I would go take my underwear off in the bathroom after the
last showings started.  That way I could have the feeling of freedom and
there was little chance of people seeing my boner.  I did all my chores.
Cleaned the bathrooms.  Put the money in the safe.  Then waited for the
movies to end.

Evenutally, I thought "Why not hang out with the projector guy, Phil?  It's
silly for us to just be in the same building and not chat."  Phil was in
his early twenties.  He had done this for a few years while waiting to make
enough money to go off to school.  For weeks, we just talked in the
projection rooms.  We would have to go from one theater to the other to
change the reels.  It was always hot in the projection rooms.  I got a
thrill out of having a hard on in front of Phil.  He would notice the bulge
in my polyester pants pretending not to.

One day we were talking in the last room, during the last reel.  It was
hot.  I was hard as a rock and I suspect that Phil was too.  I unbuttoned
the first few buttons of my shirt, "Man, it's warm in here tonight."  Phil
eyed me and said, "Yeah it is warmer than usual."  I said, "Man, I got to
unbutton this shirt and pull it out of my pants. I'm all sticky."  I did
and reached into my pants to give my rock hard dick a tug.

Phil said, "It would sure be nice to do this without these stuffy
uniforms."

I said, "Yeah, you know when the last show starts I go in the bathroom and
take off my underwear.  That way I can feel a little more relaxed in this
monkey suit.  Wouldn't it be cool to sit up here naked while all those
people are watching the movie?"

Phil said, "Yeah, I have thought of it.  To be honest with you John, no one
ever came up here before you started working the final shift.  It was as if
nobody gave a shit about the projection guy.  I will let you in on a little
secret.  For a while now after the last reel starts, I have porn here and
jack off.  Nothing else to do and nobody around.  The door can be locked so
if someone came, I could just say I didn't realize I had locked it.  What I
really would like to do, though, is be naked.  Unfortunately, that would be
a little much as it would take additional time to get my clothes on and
unlock the door, which would arouse suspicion."

I said, "Phil, it's just me now.  I am the only other guy on duty.  You
know I'm cool.  It wouldn't bother me.  In fact, I would do the same."

I could see that Phil was rock hard now with the slightest wet spot in his
pants.  With that, I locked the door and pulled off my shirt.  Then I
unbuckled my pants and let them drop to the floor.  Now I was completely
naked in front of Phil.  His eyes popped open.  I said, "come on Phil.  No
one will know."

Hesitantly, Phil started to undress.  He even went for his shoes getting
completely naked.  Wow.  This was hot.  Phil was hot.  He had a nice, trim
body with chest hair and a good 6" cock.

I took off my shoes, socks so we were both standing in the room naked, hard
and looking each other over.  We didn't touch each other.  We just started
jacking off looking at the other.  It was hot.  We came in no time.

I learned that Phil was an exhibitionist too.  He enjoyed driving naked.
He like to pull up next to women in cars at intersection and do a big body
stretch leaning back in the seat and raising himself so that they could see
his cock.  He shared that he is naked every chance he gets.  One thing he
loves to do is wear loose shorts that can "accidently" fall in an
inappropriate location.  He likes to have women watch him masturbate.  He
tells them to come over, they can watch him, they can play with their
pussies and get themselves to orgasm, but in the spirit of safe-sex and not
having a pregnancy problem, he doesn't want to have sex with them.  I know
it sounds rather lame because there are condoms and pills, but he does get
women who will do it.  Maybe they like the idea too.

We didn't get into sex stuff.  Phil did allow me to blow him, which I was
more than happy to oblige.  Phil was the first guy I sucked and the first
jizz I tasted.  We got into a nightly ritual of getting naked.  We brought
porn to look at.  I was cool looking at straight porn as long as there were
good shots of the guys.  After the newness wore off, we got to the point
where we would just talk and be naked like it was no big deal.

Phil went off to college when I was about seventeen.  We didn't keep in
touch.  He was the first guy I met that had similar feelings of exposure.
He was hot and I will always remember and appreciate our time together.


I hope you enjoyed this chapter possibly getting you horny and hard.
Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com

I would particularly love to hear from others who spent a lot of their life
naked and/or being an exhibitionist.