Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2012 09:11:26 -0400
From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 3; Story codes: M, MM, MB, BB, exhib

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Growing Up Naked - Chapter Three

Things started to change at home during my junior year of high school.  The
other kids were gone to college now.  Mom went on her own path.  With just
me left, there was no point in hanging around the house all day.  I was
self-sufficient, didn't participate too much in extra-curricluar school
activities that would have required her chauffeur expertise.  I liked
working.  Mom took a volunteer position in the city that led to a permanent
job offer.  She took the job.  Now I was working nights at the theater
leaving Dad and Mom home alone in the evenings.

One day I came home from school.  I didn't have to work the theater that
night.  We had dinner in the usual manner.  The only thing different was
that we all wore clothes.  For some reason, that night I intuitively knew
that I should not be naked.

My folks and I sat down in the living room afterwards.  They told me that
they wanted to speak to me.  It sounded serious.  Mom announced that she
and Dad were separating.  She said that she didn't know whether they were
going to divorce or not.  She said that she felt it was time for her to do
a few things for herself.  She said that she would be the one leaving the
house.  She wanted to get a place downtown where she could walk to work.  I
felt crushed.  It hadn't occurred to me that something like this would
happen.

Looking back on it, it makes a lot of sense.  She had given up many of her
bohemian ways to raise a family.  I respected her for that sacrifice, not
at the time, in later years.  It took guts to go find oneself again.  My
folks always wore their marriage like a loose garment -- no pun intended.
This became a natural progression of that attitude.  They ultimately did
get a divorce.  Neither remarried.  Mom found a nice guy who she spent her
forties with.  And, Dad found the love of his life.  That's later in the
story.

It took a while for me to recover from the divorce.  My siblings were gone
so I didn't have them to talk to.  I talked with Phil about it a lot.  He
pointed out some things that I hadn't thought of, which I just wrote about.
It still hurt for a long time.  At moments, it still does.

This did leave one aspect of life once Mom moved out; Dad and I never wore
clothes again.  We both had a lot to process.  I don't know what all he
needed to work out.  I know he was not quite the same for a long time.  I
wasn't either.  We both did the best we could.

One thing we did was make a pack that would both be home for dinner every
night.  I arranged with my boss to start work at seven at night.  I could
manage the closing of the candy counter, close the books for the day, and
clean up after everyone was gone.

Dad and I got into a routine that last year of high school.  We shucked out
clothes the moment we got in the door.  We made dinner, sat together and
chatted about our day.  Over time, we loosened up, getting to know each
other on a more personal level.  He would go to the gym after dinner taking
me to theater on the way.

Weekends Dad spent a lot of time alone as I worked.  He got more into the
gym and his already great body got better.  He was turning hot and I
noticed.  I also noticed that I started jacking off more thinking about
him.  We had the gay discussion some time ago before Mom left.  He was cool
with it, yet still wanted me to be prudent at least until I turned 18.

I had not had sex sex.  I was an exhibitionist.  I jacked off often.  I
gave Phil blowjobs until he left.  I gave blowjobs when my brother still
lived at the house and we had friends over.  I like to lose my clothes any
time I could.  I just had not had real, in bed sex, with another guy.  The
weird thing about it was that I started to fantasize about my Dad being the
real, in-the-bed sex guy.

The times that we were at home together, which included being naked, my
dick was having a hard time staying down.  I could see that my Dad saw
this.  We talked about it occasionally joking about how great youth is.  It
finally got to be rather commonplace that when we sat watching TV my dick
was hard.  I could see out of the corner of my eye that his would get at
least plump.

Finally, one night I could not take it any longer.  I had been thinking
about this Dad-sex thing for some time.  With the openness of our
relationship, I felt that the truth had to come out.  During dinner one
night, I spoke with Dad about my feelings.

"Dad, I have something important and scary to speak with you about."

"What is it John?"

I stammered it out.  "Dad, I have not had sex with another man in a bed.  I
have been thinking about this for sometime and I want to have sex with you.
I want my first real serious sex experience to be with you, Dad."

"Wow. I don't know what to say, John.  I would be lying if I didn't say
that I am flattered.  We are incredibly close.  Closer than I am with the
other children, which I am sure is partly out of the circumstance we are
in.  Why me?"

"First Dad, you may not get this, but you are incredibly hot.  Your body is
spectacular with all the working out you do.  I also would like it to be
special and safe.  What could be more special and safe than having sex with
your Dad?"

"True, I never thought of it that way.  I always said I wanted you to be
prudent.  I respect you for thinking along those lines.  You know some
people might not approve.  If we did, it would have to be on the downlow.
I will have to give it some thought.  I am opposed to it until you are 18,
but I am not completely put off by the idea either.  Now let me get the
dessert."

Dad stood up and he was rock hard.  I'm sure that after I went to work, he
jacked off and shot a milky white Dad load thinking about me just like I
was imagining him in my beat-my-meat sessions.  This did give me some hope
and besides I was going to be 18 shortly.


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 spend a lot of their life
naked and/or being an exhibitionist.