Date: Tue, 1 Jan 2013 13:32:56 -0800
From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Naked: Chapter 23; Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc

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Growing Up Naked – Chapter Twenty-Three

David was right.  Now that he had fucked Dad, the tension in the house had
completely dissipated.  I'm surprised that I had not picked up on the vibe,
but it was absolutely different the next day.  There was a new level of
calmness in our home.

Bob was having breakfast as usual when I crawled out of bed.  David and Dad
were already off to work.  I was apprehensive about this morning's
conversation about how the interview went.

After good morning, Bob immediately inquired, "How did the interview go,
John?"

"Oh, it went well."  I hesitantly answered while I poured some cereal.

"Did you like Mr. Brooks?"  Bob kept pushing.

I sat down, looked Bob in the face and said, "Bob, I played with
Mr. Brooks.  I'm so sorry.  You asked me to be on my best behavior and I
wasn't."

"Depends on what the definition of best behavior means, doesn't it?"  Bob
quipped.

"Yes."  Not finding his joke amusing.  "But, I am your friend.  You got me
a job and the first thing I did was take my clothes off for the HR guy so
he could watch me jack off and then shoot his load on me."

Bob said, "John, I would have preferred that you not played with
Mr. Brooks.  It will complicate your employment at the hotel, but you did.
I wanted to see if you could control yourself."

"Bob, I tried.  Mr. Brooks showed hard through his pants as he gave me a
tour of the hotel.  I ignored it for a while, but at some point, it was
just too much."

"Yeah, he's got a big one, doesn't he?"  Bob smiled.  "The problem with
succumbing to Mr. Brooks' advances is that he will want sex periodically
for you.  Now, I know that isn't much of a challenge because you are the
last whore except Mr. Brooks can be controlling and want to do more kinky
things than you have experienced up to now."

"Such as?"

"Mr. Brooks likes to top or bottom and he loves bondage.  I know he wants
to put his cock up your sweet hole while you are bound and gagged."

My cock started to betray me as I considered what Bob was saying.

Bob continued, "But, John, Mr. Brooks is perfectly harmless and he is not
going to do anything to hurt you.  Besides, he has an incredible body.  He
is just your type of man."

"Yes, he is Bob, but that dick.  I don't know if I could take that."

"Few have.  Mr. Brooks understands the dilemma of his massive cock.
Everyone wants it including me, but reality sets in for most.  Maybe you
will be different, but remember, don't get your hole all stretched out with
Mr. Brooks.  Your hole is for your clients.  If you tell him no fucking, he
will be ok with that.  I guarantee you, though; he will expect sex from
you.  Period."  Bob said emphatically.  "Well, I gotta go."  Bob left the
table, got his clothes on and yelled as he was walking in the garage that
he was leaving.

I spent the day concerned about Mr. Brooks and that I had fucked up.
Still, I had work to do around the house since I was the chief maid, at
least for now.

David got home around three and like the good little housewife I put out
for my husband.  The sex with David was always amazing. His hands were so
rough from working the landscaping job.  His touch sent chills down my
spine.  Thankfully, most days he showered before our afternoon fuck.
Although, those days he didn't and played me rough were some of the best.

Each of my three men are incredible lovers.  David and I, despite my
protestations, were becoming the equivalent of Bob and Dad.  I was
beginning to surrender to however our relationship was heading.

Bob was the kindest person I ever met.  I loved him so much because he was
the most influential in bringing me out sexually.  He was a Dad to me in a
way.  Bob taught me.

Dad, on the other hand, was Dad.  No words can describe the feeling of
making love to my father.  Having my father deposit his sperm inside my
bowels, the same sperm that had made me, was a tremendous experience.  I'm
so appreciative to have that because so many sons pine for that level of
intimacy with their Dads and never get it.

Luckily, I didn't have to choose.  I was married to three men who were so
self-assured there was not a jealous bone in their bodies.  I could have
sex with one, two, all three, or others and at the end of the day they
still loved me.  I knew then, as I know now, I am blessed.

Dad announced at dinner that the estate sale people were coming on Saturday
to tour the house.  He said he wanted this done fast so he instructed us
that we were all moving over to Bob's house on Saturday.  Moving meant our
clothes and personal effects.  Dad said with a smirk that he hired Joe
Geovanni & Son Moving Co. on Bob's recommendation.

David and I just laughed.

The estate people planned to work on pricing everything and getting it up
on their website.  The sale would be in two weeks.  He said that he wanted
us away so they could do their job in peace.  He also said that he was
installing a lock on the door to our room so no one could enter.

Dad continued to explain the remodel.  The kitchen and bath demo plus
removal of all the carpeting in the house begins the next day after the
sale.  Then, the painters would come in, remove the tacky cheese ceilings,
fix the walls and paint the entire house inside and out.  The new kitchen,
bathrooms and floors would be installed followed by the painters coming
back to do those rooms.  He said we would be at Bob's about six weeks.

While all the interior stuff is going on, there will be a new roof put on
starting the same day as the interior demolition.  The painters are
assigned to the outside of the house during the install of the new kitchen,
bathrooms, floors and electric.

It was a big project and Dad was going to take some time off to be there.

This meant that David and I would not get to be in our bedroom again until
David returned for Thanksgiving.  I was sad about that, but I wasn't going
to argue with progress.  After how nice our bedroom turned out and the
shitty way our mother and sisters were treating us, I was ready to see the
old leave.  It was time for a new life.  Dad decided that the girls room
was going to become a study.  I could tell he wanted to put his daughters
out of his mind as much as possible by even changing the room's purpose.

I know it sounds like Dad was being authoritarian about the whole project,
but let's look at each of the rest of us.

David had no interest in the house from that standpoint.  He thought it was
a good idea.  He would have been excellent at the work, if he didn't
already have a good job, plus he was going to go back to college halfway
through the remodel.

Bob ran a major hotel in downtown.  He was gearing up for fall convention
season.  He had no time to participate.

I was starting a new job, which was going to require much more of my time
regardless of whether or not I became a cocksucking male prostitute for
businessmen.

Now I don't even have to write a suspense novel about whether or not I
became a cocksucking whore at my new job.  You all know I did.  I will tell
you the details, which is the main reason anyone is reading this story.  It
ain't about the remodel subplot, unless I share with you how the Hispanic
painters and roofers gang fucked me when I "accidentally" forget something
at the house.  I took ten loads either up my ass or down my throat.  Some
of them were a little shy around their amigos, so I had a few by myself
behind the closed door of Dad and Bob's empty bedroom.  I liked that.
Those guys went a little further kissing me and even sucking on my cock as
long as their buddies didn't see them do a `maricon' thing.

No one reading this cares that the remodel was on time, but they will care
as to how that happened.  Dad made friends with the studly Hispanic,
30-year-old, married foreman and every day after the workers left, the
foreman got a nice piece of Daddy dick up his hole for doing a good job.

Now, I am not being stereotypical here.  This is my observation that many
Hispanic men have a thing for older white guys.  The foreman sure had a
thing for my hunky, hairy, beefy, muscular late-40s caucasian Dad and he
ran his employees ragged getting the project done, because if Dad didn't
see major progress every day, he wasn't getting Daddy dick.  The foreman
being a bottom whore like myself, didn't want to miss a day without Dad
cream.

I digress.  Dad took charge of the remodel and we all agreed to stay out of
it.

Joe and Joey came to move our stuff.  Now it wasn't very much, but it was
faster to have a professional move us instead of making trip after trip in
the car.  Besides, I know Dad had an alternative motivation because of
Bob's recommendation of the father/son moving team.

As Daddy Joe and stud son Joey moved our stuff into Bob's house, Joe asked
Bob about the cameras.  "What's all this camera stuff, Bob?"  I could tell
that Joe was infatuated with Bob.  He obviously liked Bob's take charge
attitude even when being fucked.

"It's for my website Joe."  Bob responded.  "I broadcast to my member site
my daily routine of walking around the house naked.  I put on a weekly show
for special members who get to jack off with me."

"Wow.  You don't have it on now, do you?"

"No, Joe.  I don't have it one now."

"Good, I don't want to part of a broadcast, but I wouldn't mind having a
recording.  Will it just record?"  Joe said with a smile.

Bob walked right up to Joe, grabbed his crotch and said, "You finish up and
I'll turn on the cameras.  You can have your own porn DVD."  Joe's cock was
already hard.

Joe and Joey finished up fast.  As soon as the last box was put away, Bob
shut the front door and said, "If you're in my house, you got to take your
clothes off."  We already knew that and started undressing.  Joe and Joey
did the same.  Bob sneaked into the guest bedroom and turned on the
cameras, not the broadcasting, just the recording part of the computer
system to capture the action throughout the house.

I walked right up to Joey and said, "Now can I worship your body?"

Joey said with a smile, "Yeah, we got all the time in the world today."

I started to touch his massive arms.  I moved my hands up and down feeling
his incredible muscles.  My mouth was watering looking at his projecting
nipples.  I wanted to go straight for them, but I wanted to look his whole
body over.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw David was watching the whole process of
me exploring Joey's built-like-a-brick-shithouse physique.  David's cock
was hard and he was stroking away.  I was thrilled to see that David was
turned on by this because I was concerned he might be possessive.  That was
stupid though.  David has too much confidence.  He knew my fascination with
Joey was just that.  David knew that he was the one that satisfied me more
than any other man.

I continued to give devotion to Joey's magnificent muscles.  After touching
him all over, I did a second round with my tongue.  I licked his eight-pack
abs moving up to the point where I simply couldn't hold out any longer and
placed my warm mouth around his stunning areolas.  Joey loved it.  He
moaned deeply as my mouth encircled his man nips.  He obviously was a
nipple whore top working hard to make them perfect for this, and any other,
nipple whore bottom.

My ass was sticking out as I bent over to pay tribute to the masterpiece
that was Joey's chest.  Precipitously, there was a most familiar heat; a
blaze that was the tip of my brother's cock.  I felt David's strong hands
touch my own eroticized nipples.  As he touches my tits, I moved my ass
backward reaching desperately for his bludgeoning device that I have come
to crave.  David directed his hole plunger into my waiting ass without even
handling his cock.  My sphincter opens with the naturalness of a well-oiled
door, the door to my lover's greatest passion, my pussy.  David's semen
shooter moved all the way into my arse.  I would let out a louder moan, but
I can't pull my mouth away from Joey's nipples long enough to make the
audible sound.  I feel David's pubs and balls firmly against my taint and
delicious young ass cheeks.

I know what was required of me, as a man to service men.  I released my
mouth from Joey's pectorals to head south to a greater projectile, Joey's
rock hard candy.  I am about to receive the rewards of this entire years'
worth of sexual practice with the protein of my Adonis brother and the
virility of my fireplug stud, Joey.  I can't describe in my usual diatribe
the ecstasy of this experience.  I know my orgasm came without touching my
cock with cum splattering all over Bob's living room floor.  I know I
received the juices of my brother in his rightful place, my ass.  I know
that I consumed the sweet cream of stud muffin Joey down my always-willing
throat.  The intensity of the incident is now written somewhere in my DNA.
The coital-climax sends shivers down my spine even now as I write.  The
gates of heaven opened for several minutes with my seeing the white light.
When I was told to turn away, I found myself collapsed on the floor being
kissed by both mouths of my real men.  I couldn't even concept until later
that David was not only kissing me, but was kissing Joey.  How far we had
come.

Simultaneously, in the guest room Bob, Dad and Joe were at it big time.  I
only can describe this from the loud noises of sexual conquest coming down
the hall and the ensuing DVD recording made of the event.  As hot as it
sounded, David, Joey and I had no strength to go watch.  All I can say
about the Daddy threesome was each Daddy penis ended up in each Daddy ass
and mouth.  This was an event where everybody shared and shared alike.
Surprisingly in the end, my Dad received the hot emissions of Joe's load up
his ass and Bob's cream spewed over his handsome face.  While Joe remained
inside Dad's hole, Dad jacked a load off into the waiting mouth of his
loving partner.  The three of them kissed each other sharing the sweet jizz
before falling into a pile of mature beef on the bed.

Dad excused himself first getting in the shower and out the door back to
the house to meet with the estate people.  Joe and Joey left next with a
commitment to serving as movers back to the family home.  Bob ordered David
and I to get our stuff organized.  He was not living in a messy house.  Bob
was not to be fucked with on certain topics.

Moving into Bob's house was a challenge.  Bob's house was much smaller.
The kitchen was barely big enough for two people.  If someone had a hard on
during cooking, it was difficult to get the refrigerator open.  We all
managed fine.  We were all on different schedules.  Bob continued to work
more hours so he was never home for a meal other than breakfast.  Dad was
over at the house making sure everything was done properly including his
daily fuck reward to the foreman.  Dad and David saw each other the most
because their schedules were closer.  I asked my boss at the hotel if I
could work whatever hours Bob was working so that I could ride back and
forth with him.  He was fine with that because it gave him an employee to
cover odd hours.

Riding home with Bob was always a trip.  Bob and I would leave the parking
garage in his car.  He would pull into a little side alley near the hotel.
There he would take off all his clothes and throw them in the backseat.  I
did the same.  We drove back to his house naked every night after work.

Before David left for college, we just drove home naked.  Bob knew that
David was going to fuck me each night so he didn't want to do anything that
would reduce my horniness for my stud brother.  Once David was gone, Bob
wanted me to shoot a load while we were driving if I wasn't spent from paid
sex.  Sometimes we would go see the guy at the drive-thru.  Bob would
order, then he asked me if I would shoot for his friend while he looked
down into the car.  Bob didn't want to shoot because he wanted to be
available for Dad if Dad was in the mood.  Now I was guaranteed at least
one exhibitionist experience per evening with my new job.  That didn't
happen at the theater.  I loved it.

Before I go any further, I do want to tell the story of my last night at
the theater.  It was a very hard day for me.  I was melancholy and prone to
crying whenever someone told me how much they enjoyed working with me or
said they were going to miss me.  This was particularly true of the owner.
I never knew how much I meant to him.  He was so gracious and gave me
lifetime movie passes for two as his going away present for good service.
Even the snotty girls behind the counter expressed how much they liked me.

Once the last movie started, everyone left, just like any other night.  I
decided that I would go back to my habit of taking my underwear off for old
time sake.  I finished cleaning up and counting the money.  I was standing
out in the lobby reflecting about what a wonderful four years it had been.
I thought about Phil more than any, because he was the first guy, other
than my brother and his friends, who I sucked off.  I thought about Matt.
How I never figured out what his true sexual preferences were.  I thought
about Bob.  How we became friends and then how my Dad and he fell in love.
Who saw that coming?

Suddenly there was a knock on the glass doors to the theater.  It was Bob.
I had locked the doors as always for security and safety at the end of the
night.  I opened the door.  He came in planting a big kiss on my lips.  I
kissed him back immediately remembering the wonderful feeling and
friendship we had in our own right.

"Hey babe."  Bob said.

"Bob, what are you doing here?"

"John, I came to celebrate your final night.  You don't think I was going
to let the last night end without us having sex in the theater.  What kind
of exhibitionist do you think I am?"  Bob joked.

"Well, you are the best exhibitionist on the planet.  I was foolish to
think you would forget."

"And, I brought a little DVD present for you.  Something you haven't seen."

"Oh cool."  I wondered what it was.

Bob asked.  "Which theater does the movie finish last?"

"Theater 2, Bob."  I smiled thinking about how we had watched the porn
movie of Bob and me, at the same time having sex with Matt.

"Ok.  I'll go into theater 2.  When the movie is through and everyone is
out, you will find me in my usual spot naked."  Bob handed me the DVD so
that I could put it on up in the booth.  He walked into the movie.

I stood around a little more, then I thought, `I bet Bob is playing with
himself in the back row.'  I went into the theater and, sure enough, Bob
was in the back row with his pants down around his ankles and his dick
standing straight up.  I went over and sat down with him.  We watched the
movie just as we always did while we played with each other's cock.

The final scene was approaching.  I pulled up my pants.  Walked back out of
the theater to get my trashcan and wait to play airline hostess with the
departing movie guest, `bub-bye'.

The movie ended.  The crowd walked out.  I watched everyone so there were
no stragglers.  After checking the bathrooms, I walked behind the
refreshment counter, turned off the main lobby lights and took off my
clothes folding them neatly for later.  I went to theater 2's projection
room and popped the DVD in the computer.

By the time, I got downstairs and into the theater, the movie had started
and my mouth dropped.  There on the screen was Bob and Mr. Brooks naked and
kissing.  I said to myself, `of course there was a recording.'

Bob was standing down front with a big smile and no clothes stroking his
cock.  I walked right up to him and gave him a big kiss as our dicks
pressed into each other on our stomachs.

Bob pushed me back a little to ask the question.  "Well, what do you
think?"

"I think it is fucking hot."

"Let's sit down and watch for a few minutes before we play much more."  Bob
suggested.

Here was that hunky, preppy Mr. Brooks naked kissing my friend Bob.
Mr. Brooks' body was exactly as I thought it would be.  He was fucking hot.
He clearly worked out.  He had a nice hairy ass, legs and chest.  His
nipples and pectorals were spectacular.  But the dick.  OMFG.  I was
reminded of the deliciousness of Mr. Brooks' cock and how much I wanted to
suck it.  It was one of those cocks that was as big as a baby and you could
burp it.  It was one of those cocks that never was fully hard because there
just isn't enough blood.  It was one of those cocks that you wonder what
the fuck am I going to do with that, yet still amazed and grateful to have
to figure it out.

Bob and I sat watching the movie until the end.  We were both stroking our
meat.  I think we both had a certain fascination over Mr. Brooks' enormous
dick.  Up on the screen, Bob tied Mr. Brooks wrists to the post of the bed.
Bob started fucking the shit out of Mr. Brooks and Mr. Brooks was screaming
at the top of his lungs.  That huge cock of his bouncing all over his belly
as Bob plowed his hole.  This DVD would sell thousands of copies worldwide
at $69.95.  It was that good.

Finally, Bob shot a load into Mr. Brooks' willing ass.  We didn't see that
money shot because it was a private video with no reason to pull out.
While still deep inside, Bob took hold of Mr. Brooks' baby stroking it to a
major climax where rope after rope of sweet jizz landed on that beautiful
hairy chest.  Mr. Brooks' never took off his herringbone glasses.  That was
incredibly sexy because he held on to the slightest evidence of his
conservative preppy style while lowering to the depth of pigdome.

Bob collapsed onto Mr. Brooks.  They kissed for quite some time.  It was
amazing to watch Bob caress Mr. Brooks' body without Mr. Brooks being able
to reciprocate with his wrists still tied.  The video ended but it was on
repeat so it started up again right away.  By that point, I was down on
Bob's cock with my hands playing with his nipples.

I raised my head for a second looking into Bob's eyes I asked, "Bob, can I
fuck you?"

Bob responded, "Sure, but I didn't know you ever wanted to top."

"I don't, but I would like to try it out.  I want to do it with you first
to see if I like it."

Bob had brought a sheet and lube just in case we went that far.  He spread
it out.  I followed onto him attempting to be more dominating in my
lovemaking. I could see that I was going to have to practice.

Bob pulled me close kissing me softly.  Our dick rubbed against each other.
He interrupted with a question.  "What's this all about, John?  Why do you
want to fuck me?  Why do you want to try to top me tonight?"

"Bob, I'm scared about my new job including my special room service skills.
I know that some straight guys loved to be fucked.  I don't want to
disappoint with being only a bottom whore."

"Babe, what did I say about hurting people?"

"Sometimes I have to say no."  I answered.

"Why be something that you aren't?  No businessman is going to like being
fucked by someone who's not into it.  John, accept that fact that you are a
total bottom.  That you like sucking cock.  That you like eating ass.  That
you like serving guys.  That you like dicks to shoot big man loads up your
hole.  That you like bigger, dominant guys.  You know I can go both ways,
but I like both ways.  My experience with you is that you like being
manhandled and there is nothing wrong with that."

"Ok."  I said a little dejected.

Bob grabbed me, slapped me on the ass, kissed me and said, "So you can fuck
me if you want, or I can take over now and we can both do what we do best."

"Take over Bob."

Bob started in on me.  He kissed me hard.  Our dicks rubbed against each
other.  I thought we might end up doing frottage tonight, but Bob had other
plans.  Suddenly, Bob told me to get on my knees with my face down to the
floor.  I did.  Bob stood up.  Slapped some lube in my hole and within a
minute was pounding my ass with his luscious cock.  He was fucking me
doggy-style.  He rolled his upper body over my back.  I was supporting him
while he grabbed my nipples and worked the shit out of them.  It wasn't
long before I felt Bob's meat expand in my cavity.  He shot into me hard.
It was extremely difficult not to fall on the floor, but I knew if I did I
would hurt my stiff prick.

When Bob finished his orgasm, he rolled off me onto his back on the sheet.
"Get up fucker.  I want to watch you jack off.  Your my little
exhibitionist friend.  Show me.  Let me see that beautiful body of yours
sperm and spasm."

I stood up.  I pounded my pud playing with my nipples while looking down at
my hunky friend Bob.  I remembered all the good times we had being naked in
the theater and watching each other jack.  If I looked under the sheet, I
could probably still see cum stains on the carpet from our escapades.

Bob was egging me on with a litany of profanities and sexual terms to help
me climax.  He instructed me to stand over him.  He wanted my cum to shoot
out over his chest and face.  He told me to make sure I aimed.  I unloaded
all over him.  When I was done I got down on top of him and mixed my cum
from his body onto mine.  I kissed him and thanked him.  Bob was right.  I
was a total bottom.  Even in that scene with me standing over Bob, Bob was
the one in control, just as David had said about him.

"Now buddy.  You still want to top?"

"Fuck no, Bob.  If they don't like it, they can find another whore."

"That's my boy."

Bob and I laid there for several minutes staring at the ceiling and
talking.

Finally, Bob said, "John, we go to go."

"Ok."  This was it.  I was about to walk out of the theater for the last
time.  I started to cry.

Bob was kind saying, "Look buddy.  It will all be ok. We all have to say
goodbye over and over again in life.  This was a good run.  It's time to
move on."

"I know."

"Look.  Let's fold our clothes and walk out the door naked to my car.  It
will be a fitting finale to your career here at the little movie house."

We folded up the sheet.  Bob picked up his clothes getting his car keys out
of his pocket.  We walked into the lobby.  I went behind the counter and
put my clothes in my backpack.  I ran up to the booth to get the DVD and
place the theatrical release back in the computer.  I laid the key to my
dear little movie house on the owner's desk with a thank you note.  Then,
Bob and I walked naked out the front door.  As I heard the door click and
lock behind me, I knew it was all going to be ok and it was time to move
on.

We got in Bob's car and drove back to his house.  Bob went into his bedroom
where my Dad was waiting for him with open arms.  I went into the guest
bedroom where my hunky stud brother was fast asleep.  He moved enough to
acknowledge my presence and kiss me, but he didn't fuck me that night.  It
was very late.  He needed sleep more than my ass.  We moved into a spoon
position.  I feel asleep in seconds with a big smile on my face.  I
accepted who I was, a total bottom slut whore, my brother's lover, and
about to embark on a new career in the world's old profession.

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