Date: Thu, 13 Dec 2012 10:58:37 -0800 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 20; 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. There is no safe sex in this story because it is fiction. 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 our loads reading Nifty. Show appreciation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. Thank you. Enjoy. Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc ----------------------------------- Excerpt: David wanted a load in me now. The feeling of strength this man had to overpower me with his intoxicating manliness knew no bounds. I could care less about being in various positions and movements when being topped by my stud brother. He could missionary me until I became a servant of the Lord for all I cared. He could breed me daily for the rest of my life and I would feel it was a life well lived. ----------------------------------- Growing Up Naked – Chapter Twenty Dad, Bob, David and I jumped into the car to go buy a bed. Yes, this time we wore clothes. Mattress and bed shopping is the worst of all possible shopping experiences. Over the years, I have never been shopping for those items where I didn't think I was dealing with the sleaziest people on the planet; and not sleazy in a good way like me your basic homosexual, multi-partner, gang-banged, cocksucking, cum dump whore/slut. After several stores, the four of us settled on a good quality high-end mattress and a mid-priced bed frame and headboard. We also bought a matching small chest of drawers for our t-shirts, socks and underwear. The bed delivery would be in a couple of days. I would be the only one home to receive it since the rest of our group was going back to work tomorrow. I was returning to work tonight. It was strange that I had that time off over July 4th weekend because that is a busy time at the theater. Usually, everyone is on duty over that period. The Universe must have played its hand because of the important things that happened over the weekend. In two days, I had been team fucked by my brother, my father and my father's boyfriend. The four of us had jacked off naked in a public park during the fireworks display. We had exposed ourselves in a drive-thru burger joint and other public businesses around town. My brother had jacked, shot a load and ate his cum in front of our bank while our naked father took pictures. Our father proposed to his boyfriend that they live together. I figured out that our Dad was always gay, but wanted a family more than a man. My brother suddenly became affectionate toward me instead of just using me as a cum dump for his huge cock and studly body. Not that I objected to being a cum dump for him you understand. On top of the ardor my brother was expressing, he wanted to buy a double bed so that we could sleep together and he could more comfortably fuck me. My brother and I bought the bed with the help of our Dad and while waiting for the double bed delivery we had sex at my father's boyfriend's home broadcasting the whole act over the World Wide Web. That was a lot. I was glad to be heading back to work because my head was swimming from all the experiences. Work was uneventful. I walked back to Bob's house to sleep, as it was supposed to be a couple of days before the bed would be delivered. I took my shirt off. It was a wonderful summer evening and, if I couldn't be completely nude in public, I could at least bare my chest. There is nothing like the feel of the warm summer night air against a nude torso. David was already asleep when I got to the house. I quietly tiptoed into the house dropping my clothes at the door. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee. I walked into the guest room and David was slumbering soundly. He had left the blanket and sheets at the end of the bed exposing his magnificent, lean muscle 20-year-old body. The picture of him that night is imbedded in my mind forever. David has become more handsome and more sensuous with age as many men do; however, that moment in time with the softness of the skin of youth, the light chest hair over his large pectoral mounds, the bubble-butt ass, the soft cock laying to the side with his big balls hanging between his thighs. I will always appreciate the fact that I got to be a part of that body then and for years to come. I crawled into bed attempting not to move the mattress too much while simultaneously pulling up the sheets and blanket over us. I didn't snuggle next to him continuing my policy of letting my brother be in control. David rolled over, scooted next to me draping his strong arm over my side pulling my back to his sturdy chest and pushing is cock to my butt. He kissed me softly on the back of my neck. "Mmmmmm, hey babe. I missed you tonight. I'm glad you're home. I longed for your naked body next to mine." David purred. I just laid there enjoying the moment smelling the clean musk of a man. "Big Dave and the twins would love to get warm. Would you like that babe? Would you like to take care of them?" David's dick was in full bloom now. I pushed my anus against the underside of his cock. Abso-fucking-lutely I wanted to take care of them I thought and indicated such by moving my comely body as close to him as possible. "Oh David. Yeah. Give me your cock." David rolled over for a second to get the lube off the nightstand. He deftly got some lube on his fingers and started moistening my hole. He did the same to his cock. He gently pushed his muscle into my love canal, which was a sure sign that he was going to fuck me hard and fast. I opened up for him with no strain. He rolled me over onto my stomach with him following attached to my rump. He then took three fingers of the non-lubed hand inserting them into my mouth clasping down on my jaw. David whispered with a hard shove of his meat inside me for emphasis, "You ready fucker." "Yeah man. Fuck me now!" I proclaimed. Bam. David started slamming his meat into me. He held my jaw while taking his lips and biting on the back and side of my neck. There was going to be some serious evidence tomorrow. I could just hear those cackling girls at work teasing me about my hickey. Bam. I could hardly breathe. David loved to fuck me in this position. He enjoys the domination of the simple missionary position with his girls. We were certainly in a missionary position except my face was smothered into the pillow and my cock was squished against the sheets. Bam. We never moved from the starting point. David wanted a load in me now. The feeling of strength this man had to overpower me with his intoxicating manliness knew no bounds. I could care less about being in various positions and movements when being topped by my stud brother. He could missionary me until I became a servant of the Lord for all I cared. He could breed me daily for the rest of my life and I would feel it was a life well lived. With him, I didn't care about orgasm. I didn't care about passion. I didn't care about lovemaking. I had that with him, but even if I didn't, this man had that something rare in men; a sexuality that permeated logic and would melt the strongest. Bam. I felt David's rocket widen as his boys were preparing to blast off. Bam. David's lubricious act culminated with the warm feeling of college jizz inseminating my cunt. His heart was pounding on my back. The blood was flowing through his veins at lightning speed. When he regained an amount of composure, he rolled us back over on our sides from which we had started. He let go of my jaw. He continued to affectionately kiss my neck ever so slowly as I felt him start to nod off. The last thing he said to me that night was, "Thank you buddy. I love you." I didn't say a word. I know he was almost asleep when he said it. I knew I loved him too; however, I was not in love with him. I wanted him whenever he wanted me so much so that I never cared about my own cock as long as David got what he wanted. I didn't even shoot a load that night. My orgasm was having him orgasm. I had a small tear roll down my cheek as I thought about what he said along with the joy I was having with him, my Dad and Bob. I was a lucky man. David left his cock in me as we fell asleep. The next morning David was gone before I woke up. He had to work. I crawled out of bed with my butt hole dripping David's man fluid down my thighs. I aborted the babies and headed to the kitchen to scrounge up something to eat. I was looking in the refrigerator with my ass sticking out when Bob came in the back door. "Nice ass." Bob exclaimed. "Hey, Bob. Good morning. What are you doing here?" I said as I turned to greet him. Bob was naked walking in his kitchen door. Bob's brain works different from others. Here is Bob's thought pattern regarding whether or not to wear clothes. `My car is in the garage here at my boyfriend's. I'm going over to my house. I can get in my car naked because it is in the garage where no one can see. I can get out of my car naked at my house because it is semi-private and my neighbors are used to seeing me naked even in broad daylight. Therefore, I don't need to wear clothes between my boyfriend's house and my house as I am not stopping in between.' I said it was a thought pattern. I never said it was logical. "I needed to come home to get some clothes for work." Bob responded. "I thought you had moved into our house." I ribbed. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Your Dad and I have fallen fast for each other, haven't we?" Bob commented with a hint of angst. "Bob, it's nice. You're both happy so what's the problem?" I said. "There's no problem, John. I am in love with your father. It still takes a little getting used to not playing around as much." Bob came right up to me during that comment as squeezed my balls and kissed me on the mouth. "Bob, Dad doesn't want exclusivity. The three of us fuck at least once a week. David, Dad and you breed me in the backyard on July 4th. Dad's just cool. No strings." "I know, John. I just want to find a balance. This is all new to me. I've never been in a relationship." We sat down to breakfast and changed the subject. There wasn't much more that could be said. I could see how this would be a bit of challenge for Bob; however, Bob was a good man. He would figure it out. Bob had to find his balance in being with my Dad and playing with other men with or without my Dad. Dad did not require as much variety, or at least that is the impression he gives. My intuition about Dad, though, was he was more slutty than he was willing to admit. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. If Dad is the tree with two whore apples, then Dad is probably a ho too. "John, I have a proposal for you." "What Bob?" "I would like for you to come to work for the hotel I manage." "Really, why?" "I've been thinking about how you could get more money for college and, I thought, why doesn't John do what I did to make my way? Become a whore." He laughed when he said it, but I also know he was serious. Speaking of being a whore. "I don't know Bob. Isn't that a little dangerous?" My dick defied my objection as it started to get hard thinking about sucking off businessmen in hotel rooms. "Yeah. There is some risk, but I know the ropes and I can teach you. On a good night, you could make a few hundred dollars. How much do you make a night at the theater?" "I work about five hours a day. I get $10 per hour because I am closer so $50 minus taxes. About $42 dollars a night." I cringed at the thought of what I just said. "At the hotel, you would start at $8.50 per hour. You would work an eight-hour shift plus tips with the potential for overtime. The room service person keeps his tip money. There is no sharing with the rest of the staff. Therefore, you would easily make $100 per shift, even without putting out." Bob explained. "Really?" Bob continued. "Now if you milk the cow of the needy businessman, you're going to get at least another $100 in your pocket for little work. Most of these guys are so horned they cum in a few minutes with a blow job. If they want to fuck you, you have to charge a lot more. You understand this is faster for them than getting on rentboy or grindr or men4rentnow. You're right there. They know what they are going to get. You love to suck cock and be fucked. You want to go to college with as much money as possible. It's a no brainer in my opinion." I sat there nonplussed. My mind was racing a hundred miles an hour. I saw the dollar signs. I saw the potential. I even saw that it was a good start into the hospitality industry even without my blowjob experience. "Ok Bob. I'm willing to do it. I have one request though." "What John?" Bob queried. "This will mean that I won't be able to have dinner with Dad most nights. We made a commitment when everyone left the house that the two of us would always have dinner together. Would you promise me that you would have dinner with him every night that you are not working? I don't want to leave him alone." I almost wanted to cry. I could see that this was a new transition. I had to take this job regardless. Dad would understand, but I'm his last. He lost the two girls permanently. I don't want him to ever feel like he has lost me. I also made a mental note to have a conversation with David about Dad. Bob smiled knowing how much I loved my Dad and how much I was concerned about him being lonely, "John, you never have to worry about that. I will always be home for dinner when I can." Just then, my phone rang. I looked on the screen and didn't recognize the number. "Hello." "Hey, this is Joe Geovanni. I got a delivery. I got a delivery of some furniture. I'm parked in your driveway but no one answered the door." "Oh, Joe. We weren't expecting you today. I can be home in ten minutes. Will that work?" "Yeah. Cool. We'll wait." "Be right there." I hung up the phone. "Bob the furniture is here." "Jesus, let's get over there fast." Bob said. He got up and walked out the door. "Aren't you gonna put on some shorts?" "If you insist." He annoyingly responded. We grabbed some shorts but nothing else. We were barefoot and bare chested. We raced over to the house. There backed in the driveway was a shorter moving truck with "Joe Geovanni and Son Moving Co." painted on the side. Joe and, obviously, his son were leaning on the truck talking when we pulled up in front of the house. As we walked up to introduce ourselves, I quickly scanned them both out. Joe was about 5'10", weighed in easily at 260 lbs. of muscle and belly. He had classic blue-collar looks. His face was three-day growth unshaven. His biceps, forearms and hands were huge from owning a moving company. I figured he was in his mid-forties. His son was a little muscle fireplug about 5'6" and 200 lbs. of slab meat. He was about 25. He clearly was a gym rat. He had on a tight t-shirt that stretched over his lats, pec muscles, and biceps. He was perfectly proportioned with a big upper body and tree trunks for legs. As I got closer, I saw that his nipples poked out of the t-shirt almost a ½ inch or more. Dad had on a more conventional buttoned work shirt with "Joe" written on the front. The son's t-shirt read "Joey". I dared not look at Bob because I'm sure he was having as much trouble as I was not letting his tongue hang out. "Hi, I'm Joe and this is my son, Joey." We all shook hands. "Hi, I'm John and this is Bob. Let me get the door unlocked and show you the room the stuff is going in." I detected that both Joe and Joey were checking us out being shirtless and shoeless and probably wondering what was going on. We walked to the front door. I opened it and the four of us proceeded to my room. Joe said, "Ok. Where do you want the bed?" I responded, "Along this wall here." "And the chest?" "On this wall, Joe." Joe directed. "Ok, Joey. Let's bring it through the front door; looks easiest that way." They turned and walked out of the house to their truck. Bob and I looked at each other. Now we could let our jaws drop. "What do you think, John? Should we make a play? I got a little time before I have to be at work." Bob asked. "Well, it might help with your balance issues." I joked referring to our earlier conversation about Dad and Bob's open relationship. Joe and Joey brought the bedframe in first setting it up exactly how I wanted it. Even before the rest of the furniture was placed, I knew that this was going to be a great room for my brother, David, and I to enjoy. Bob and I stood and watched the proceedings. We never left the bedroom. Witnessing their muscles tighten, stretch and lithe bringing in the box spring and then the mattress were intoxicating. Joe and Joey were sweating by this time. I could see the wetness start to stain their shirts under their arms wondering what it would be like to bury my nose to smell their stink followed by sticking out my tongue allowing the sweet/salty palate of man perspiration to permeate my taste buds. This would be on top of the ultimate fantasy of nursing Joey's protruding man tits in my mouth. My fantasy would be to sit on his lap naked like a little boy feeling his hard cock under my ass. I would engorge on his mammary until I shot a load cream on his belly and mine. Finally, father and son wheeled the chest of drawers in on a dolly placing it in the exact spot I asked them. I was so enamored with the father/son tag team that I could hardly appreciate the achievement that David and I had accomplished with the room remodel. Bob was the bold one. I witnessed his aggressiveness in finding out their story. I knew that I needed to take notes if I was going to learn the ropes at my new job of being a room service maître d' for food, cock, ass and tongue. "Joe, I must ask you. What is you guys' story?" Joe responded with a smile, "I wanted to ask you the same thing." Bob was blunt. "John here is my boyfriend's son. This is their house. John shares this room with his straight brother, David, who wanted a double bed so he could fuck John easier than with the twin beds here before. John's Dad just invited me to move into the house with him, John and David. You go." Joe was a little dumbfounded at Bob's forthright honesty, but went right back at him. "Joey is my son. We are both gay and we are in a relationship together. Joey's mom left when he was young because I was gay. I raised Joey. About five years ago, we had sex for the first time. We had been best buds and finally decided to take the relationship to the next level. We own this business together, we live together and we fuck together. Any questions?" Bob replied, "Yeah, you got time to fuck now?" Joe answered by approaching Bob putting one of his big paws behind Bob's head pulling Bob's lips to his. As Joe starts to insert his tongue in Bob's mouth, he unbuttoned Bob's shorts with the other hand allowing them to fall to the floor releasing Bob's rigid cock already producing lots of precum. Joey comes to me, doing the exact same thing. It is about to get real heavy in this room fast, but I break the action for just one second while I have half a clear head. "Guys, we have to move to Bob and Dad's room. I want to christen my new bed with my brother." I put a hand to Joey's butt leading him down the hall to the master suite. When we got in the bedroom, Joey grabbed me pushing me down on the bed. He took my head forcing my mouth onto his clothed nipples. "I saw you drooling over my nips fucker. Suck `em." I did. "Oh yeah buddy. Suck my man breasts. Nurse on them. Make that t-shirt nice and wet with your slobbering juices. I want to show off your saliva stains around my nipples the rest of the workday. You're a fucking tit whore, aren't you buddy? You want a man's tits. You want to satisfy a real man; a beefy dude. I bet your straight brother is a big stud. He's just like me. You worship him, don't you fucker? I bet you will do anything for him, won't you fucker?" Jesus, am I that transparent? I had to begin to admit that I was getting more turned on by guys that were bigger than me. David was my body size, but he had easy twenty more pounds of muscle than I did. Bob was a little shorter than I with a naturally thick body. Dad's body was bigger than Bob, David or me. Dad was a mid-forties, lean, trim, hairy muscle daddy. Phil had been bigger than I partly because I wasn't fully grown when I started playing with him. Then there's big Matt. I saw a trend. Joey wasn't as tall but man he was built like a brick shithouse. I tore into those nips as if the world was ending. I worked on releasing his sperm gun for the confines of his blue jeans. Once his pants were around his ankles, I lifted the bottom of his t-shirt sending it over his head revealing a completely shaven bodybuilder chest and a rock hard six-pack. I pushed him back for just a second to take it all in. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fucking hot. I know it. You know it. You can worship me another day. We got another job we got to get to, get down on my cock and started sucking boy. I want to release a load." Joey demanded. I fell to my knees, opened my gobbler and swallowed his baby maker to the pubs. At the same time, I forced his cock into me by placing my hands on his hard gluts moving them back and forth between his massive thighs and his baseball catcher's ass. This guy had done a ton of squats in the gym, but I had done a ton of squatting in front of man meat. I vacuumed his protrusion knowing that there was one thing on this colossal fucker's mind – shoot babies into willing face cunt. Joey didn't last long. I'm sure he wanted to take more time but he was trying to be the responsible son and not make them late for their next drop. He pushed me off his cock commanding, "Stick out your tongue fucker. I'm gonna cream your face. I wanna see my jizz painting. I wanna... oh, oh, oh, oh, oh... fffffffuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" Joey's body vibrated and trembled. I watched his pectoral muscle tighten. As he came, he started beating his chest with his other fist, both sides and right on his hardened, distended nips. He was obviously into his nips and probably tit torture. I would be more than willing to suck and bite is areolas as much as he wanted. His cum coated my face. I wish we had been at Bob's so that I could have recorded the ropes of hot man juice flying through the air and landing on my piggy bottom mug. Once the last remnants dribbled down onto the carpet, he grabbed my head and forced his still rigid pillar back into my mouth for cleanup. Meanwhile, next to Joey and I, Bob's legs were high in the air as Joe pounded his hole. Joe had lowered his pants and unbuttoned his shirt, but he was not naked like Bob. It was hot to see this brawny male brute semi-clothed, his nipples and stomach protruding out from the opening of his work shirt against the nude and vulnerable Bob. Clearly, Joe was not nearly as concerned about on-time performance to the next job. Bob was a whore in heaven. "Yeah fuck me. Make me your bitch Joe. You fucking hot man stud. Plow my ass. Oh fuck man. You are one big stud. Give me that cock. Split me open fucker. I want that cock. Give me that man cock, fucker. Yeah Joe. I can feel your hard muscle stretching my hole, making me your cunt. Breed me, asshole. Breed me. Give your man cream. Make me your queer bitch." Bob was such a slut. Obviously, he was getting his balance back. "Take my pussy. You're the man Joe. You're the stud. Fuck me. Cream in me. Paint my innards. I wanna walk bowlegged all day. Queer me buddy. Queer my hole. Oh fuck Joe. Give it to me now. Release those babies from your sweaty balls. Take them on their swimming lesson. I don't know how much more I can take. God I need your cream so bad. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." Bob couldn't take it another second. He shot a huge load all over his little hairy belly. Bob was telling the truth. He couldn't take it another second because he was always so good at self-control. He knew that a good bottom always cums second. This left him post-orgasmic and still getting man fucked by the moving company daddy. But not for long because with Bob's orgasm came that luscious tightening of his anal muscles, which in turn forced Joe's huge cock to explode into the bowels of Bob's gut. Joe's body shuddered as his spasm launched one rope after another. I was still on my knees holding onto Joey's tree trunk legs watching his magnificent stud dad breed my friend. My dick spurted onto the carpet. These three almost simultaneous climaxes left all of us weak. Joey continued to play with his tits. Joe collapsed onto Bob his tongue diving straight into Bob's mouth in a fit of appreciation and afterglow passion. Joey brought everyone back to reality, "Dad, we got to go." Joe responded, "Oh, fuck. Yeah. I guess." He pulled out of Bob's hole leaving a vacancy at the hotelier's inn. Bob said, "Fuck. I gotta go too. Thanks guys. John, get their number. We gotta do this again." Bob kissed me on the lips and within seconds, I heard his car start and peel out down the street. Joe and Joey weren't as rushed but they left shortly after thank yous, phone number confirmations and promises. Joe did not wipe off Bob's cum from his belly or Bob's ass juice off his cock. He pulled up his pants. He was like me wanting to feel the sex all day. That left me alone in the house. I hadn't been alone in the house in a while. I took a shower first. Then, I put the new sheets in the washer to get them soft before making the bed. I stared at our new bedroom. It was beautiful. I could not wait for David to get home this afternoon for us to break in our nest. 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.