Date: Thu, 4 Apr 2013 14:30:56 -0700 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 32; 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 ----------------------------------- Please check out my other Nifty.org stories: Downward Spiral of Jim http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/downward-spiral-of-jim Naked Whore http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/naked-whore Put Out to Pasture http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/put-out-to-pasture Santa's Slave Training http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/santas-slave-training Special Product Design http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/special-product-design The Trunk http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-trunk ----------------------------------- Growing Up Naked – Chapter 32 "Bob, Tony did not want to have sex with me on our date last night. I don't understand my feelings about it. It actually made me mad." I said while we were driving to work. "Do you want my thoughts on this, John?" "Yes." I said with a little annoyance in my voice. "I was just checking. I didn't want to answer an unasked question." Bob responded. I rolled my eyes. It took a few more years before I understood his point. "Tony likes you. He respects you. He wants to know you. If I was a betting man, I would say he wants you to be his boyfriend and potentially his partner." Bob stated. "Well, what's wrong with having a little sex?" "There's nothing wrong with it. But for some people, when they are truly interested in another, they want to take things slow. That has not been your experience with any of your partners, except your Dad didn't want to have sex with you either until you were eighteen and only after a few conversations about it. Remember? Didn't that work out well?" Bob asked. "Yes it did, Bob. But you and I had sex from the very beginning and we are friends and partners." I pointed out. "That is true; however, both of us our sexual pigs. We are good friends. Yes we are partners, but not in the sense that Tony wants to be with you. My ultimate partner is your father. You and I are secondary partners. We love each other, but you know neither of us felt that we would be "the one" for each other from the very beginning. We wear our sexual energy like a loose garment." Bob explained. "Why did it make me mad?" I asked. "I can only speculate that it was so different for you. Sex is a big part of your life and to have someone tell you "no", which probably has never happened, was disconcerting. That could make anyone feel many different emotions including anger." Damn, Bob was good. He was more than a friend. He was my second father. Then I laughed to myself, it was cool to have sex with both my Dads. Tony and I started dating. We did all kinds of stuff together whenever our schedules allowed the same day off. We went to museums. We went to the movies. We ate out for lunch and coffee. It was nice. Over the next month, I made a decision to shut down the "boyfriend experience" part of my male prostitution business. I called all five of my regular clients and told four of them I was no longer available. Each of them sent me a thank you check in appreciation with lovely letters of gratitude and disappointment in my decision. With Craig I called and told him that I wanted to continue to have the "boyfriend experience" with him, even though I made it clear to him that I was doing it because I wanted to and liked him, not from some feeling of obligation for his generosity. We saw each other three more times before I went off to school in the fall. We departed on great terms and when I graduated from college, he attended the commencement. It was the least I could do. I want to point out here that I only shut down the boyfriend experience. I was still available for my $100, plus expected generous tip, cock suck until I left the hotel to go to school in the fall. Tony didn't particularly like that, but he also continued to be a star for our porno company so I felt I was justified. We got in Tony's car after a good chick-flick movie. I fully expected to be taken home one more time, but instead Tony drove to his apartment. I didn't say a word, but was incredibly excited. He took my hand before getting out of the car saying, "Come on baby." My school girl pussy was all a twitter. Tony closed the door to his place turned immediately to deep throat kiss me. We went at each other as if rabid dogs. Within seconds, we were naked; our hard cocks rubbing against each other in a standup frottage while we continue to kiss. Tony eventually broke us up long enough to take my hand and lead me to his bedroom. He pushed me down onto the bed and we rolled around and around for a long time just kissing making sure our tongues reached as far as they possibly could in each other's mouth. Tony was the last bottom whore in his porn movies, but he was my manly stud top in this romp. Tony was aggressive moving all over my body taking very good care to explore and stimulate. Inevitably he moved into position to take my flower. Not that my flower hadn't been taken many times before, it just that there was something very different and very special about what was about to happen. He had spent a considerable amount of time moistening my hole with his expert tongue. My man pussy was ready for his full, hard eight inches. It wanted him to plow me relentlessly. I wanted him to seed me. I was ravenous. The passion between the two of us was more intense than anything I had experienced to date. Tony fucked me for a long time. He made me scream. He kissed me while moving in and out of my pleasure maker. Looking up at him, I felt as if I was having sex for the first time. I felt as if a virgin. His handsome face showed the intensity of adoration. Tony wanted me and I wanted him. Tony shot cascade after cascade of his man sperm far into my bowels. I never wanted this moment to end. I was yelling and shrieking with a simultaneous orgasm. Wow. Tony collapsed onto me pulling out of my arse. I felt empty with him gone, but his embrace made up for it. Then, the most unexpected thing came over me. I started to cry. I held onto him as a little boy holds onto his father when he is upset. I could not stop no matter how hard I tried. Tony didn't say a thing. He just embrassed me. I must have cried for fifteen minutes non-stop. When I was through, he pulled back a little to look into my eyes and grinned. "Feel better." I simply smiled back. I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to be held. Tony knew there was no need to analyze what just happened. It was ok just to allow it to be the way it was. We fell asleep in each other's arms. The next morning I awoke in Tony's bed. I could hear him in the kitchen stirring around. I crawled out of bed walking to the bathroom to freshen ever so slightly. I was a disheveled mess in more ways than one. I walked into the kitchen going up to Tony and giving him a big hug and kiss. "Would you like some coffee? I am going to make breakfast now that you are up." Tony asked. Tony made a delicious breakfast and we sat quietly eating. I didn't want to talk much, which was not like me. Tony was comfortable enough with himself that he didn't care if we said two words to each other. He knew he had made an impression upon me. "John, I want to take you home. I've got to study today. I hope that is ok with you." "Yes, Tony. I want to go home." "Do you want to shower first?" "No, I'll get my clothes on. I'm ready." We drove back to my home in silence. Tony pulled into the driveway, turned to me and kissed me. "Thank you." "Thank you, Tony. We'll talk." I said getting out of the car. Tony drove away and I stood there crying again. What the fuck was wrong with me? I came into the house. Dad and Bob were having breakfast. I said hi, but proceeded directly to my room, shut the door and went back to sleep. I wanted to be by myself. When I awoke, I stumbled into the bathroom and took a shower. It was after lunch by this time. I called Tony just to say thank you again and to tell him how much I enjoyed last night. He asked if I was ok and I said that I was more than ok, even though I couldn't quite convince myself of that yet. Moving into the main part of the house, I wondered where everyone was. I checked the garage. Both cars were there. I opened the door to the basement to realize that Bob was shooting a film. I felt bad that I was not down there because it was my business too, but I'm sure that he knew that I wasn't up for it. A couple of hours later as I was sitting in the living room reading, this hunky man in his thirties came up followed with naked Bob seeing him to the door. Bob turned to me, came over and sat down next to me. "Do you want to talk?" He asked. "Bob, I am sorry I wasn't there today for the shoot. It wasn't on the schedule." I said. Bob put his hand on my thigh and said, "I know, John. It was last minute. I was going to tell you this morning, but you didn't look like you were up for working today." "Thanks Bob. I wasn't." And then it started again. I started to cry. I started to cry hard. I grabbed onto Bob and held his hunky teddy bear body with all my might. What was going on with me? Bob didn't say a word until I was done. "Bob, I don't know what is happening. I did this last night after Tony and I had sex. I cried this morning as Tony drove away. What is this?" Bob smiled stating the obvious, "I think our boy is in love." ----------------------------------- I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you all for writing. Please keep sending your thoughts on this story. They are very motivating. Please send any comments to: douglas.marx.4@gmail.com