Date: Fri, 5 Apr 2013 14:39:06 -0700 From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com> Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 33; 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 33 "What's going on?" Dad said emerging from the basement. "Our boy here is in love." Bob said. Dad came over sitting down on the other side of me; his strong hairy arms giving me a warm embrace from my backside. "You must have had a nice time with Tony." I dried my tears and said, "Yes, Dad. We had a great time. We finally had sex. It was wonderful." Then, I became a blubbering idiot again only this time switched from holding Bob's bear cub body to Dad's muscle Daddy body. I still didn't realize that I was living a gay male porn fantasy life that you would read by some aspiring writer on the Internet. `moving from Bob's bear cub body to Dad's muscle Daddy body.' When was I going to get it? "Well, Tony certainly made an impression." Dad remarked. Drying up once again I said, "Bob thinks I'm in love. What do you think Dad?" "I think that possibility exists. Why else would you be crying so?" "But Dad, I love both you guys. We are in a relationship. What's the difference?" I queried. "Yes, that is true; however, I said from the beginning that other guys will want you and you will want them. Bob and I are very happy together as a couple. We love you being part of that, yet we are always aware that you may want to be a couple with another man." Dad responded. "Oh." I changed the subject because I suddenly realized something. "Both you guys smell of sex. Dad, did you have sex on camera?" "No, John. I took the movie and stills while Bob did the onscreen antics with that hunky man that just left. I jumped in after the filming stopped and fucked that guy's ass giving him my hot Daddy cream." I gave Dad a big kiss. "I love your hot Daddy cream too, Dad." We all had a good laugh that broke the drama tension I had created. "I'm hungry." Dad said, "Bob, let's get a shower and take our lover boy out for a meal." "Ok." Bob replied. Dad and Bob left me sitting in the living room. I thought, `well, I guess I need to get dressed too.' We went out for a nice late afternoon meal. I talked a lot about Tony with Bob and Dad listening politely regardless of their level of continued interest. Whatever the crying jag was about, it seemed to be over and the result was a very happy young man. Now I was going to experience love in a different context. It was going to be much more traditional; albeit I was still a male prostitute, a porn company co-owner, an exhibitionist and in a relationship with my Dad and his partner. Let's rephrase to `traditional under the circumstances'. Tony and I spoke every day, but we only saw each other one weekend day and night. I still worked a lot of hours at the hotel and, one of my days off had to be devoted to producing a fuck film. Since most films were shot during the day, Tony and I could have dinner and spend the night together. It worked out well because Tony was going to school and needed to devote a lot of time to studying. Both of us would have loved to spend more time together. I learned, though, that it was very healthy for our relationship to unfold the way that it was. The end of David's semester was rapidly approaching, which meant that he would be home for the summer. How was he going to react to my new love? How was he going to react to the porn business? How was he going to react, period? When he left after Christmas, it was not under the best of terms. We hadn't spoken since. I was dreading his return something that I found so sad considering how much I loved him and how close we were. David's return was surprisingly anticlimactic. Something about him had changed over the last few months. He made no indication of an expectation of sex when we slept together in our room. It was almost odd. David started his job that he had the previous summer right away. He was up early and came home early usually having dinner with Dad. This was nice because Dad didn't get to have dinner with any one several nights a week when Bob and I were working at the hotel. A few weeks into this routine, David was not home when Bob and I arrived from work. I thought it was wierd. Bob and I had dinner together, watched a little television, waited for Dad to return from the gym and then we all went to bed. David came home around 11 PM after we were all asleep. "Where you been, David?" I sleepily asked not wanting to be too awake. "Oh, I was just out seeing a friend." David said coyly as he crawled into bed with me. I sniffed a little and said, "You've had sex." David responded, "Yes, I've had sex. Now let's go to sleep. I'll tell you about it tomorrow." "The fuck you will. I want to know now. I won't be able to get back to sleep." I said. David acquiesced, "Ok, I had sex with Joey." "Joey! Wow. Where? He lives with his father/partner." I asked. "We were at his house. Joe doesn't mind Joey having sex on the side of their relationship even in their own home. So Joey took me in the guest room and fucked me raw." "He fucked you!" "Of course he fucked me. He's a top." David said. "Yeah, well so are you. You're the alpha male, but he fucked you." I exclaimed. "I may be an alpha male, but Joey did something to me during that party. I haven't been the same. I've been fucking women all semester trying to change this deep desire, but all I could think about was having Joey stick his cock up my hole one more time. I couldn't wait for school to be over so I could get home and get fucked." I chided him, "I thought you came home to be with me." David laughed. "First off, you have a boyfriend. Second off, if you want to have sex, let's have sex. Third off..." David didn't continue, but I had the sense he was about to say that he had feelings for Joey. I didn't push. This was enough information for one night. I kissed him good night and we went off to sleep. David was out the door by the time I got up. I went in the bathroom and noticed there wasn't a wet towel. That meant David wanted to keep that feeling of Joey sex on his body all day at work. Thank god he worked outdoors. He was going to be ripe by the end of his shift. I didn't say a word to Bob on the way to work. I didn't feel it was my place and I was right. David was going through something that I never expected and he needed to be the one making any announcements to the other members of our family. I was very horned up from David's information plus sleeping with my sexy, naked, freshly fucked brother. Luckily, I delivered a late breakfast to a single man in a room. When he opened the door, he had on a threadbare pair of white gym shorts. His cock was plump with the tip almost coming out of the leg opening. I pushed the cart into the room by the table and chair. "Will that be all, Sir?" Knowing full well that wasn't all. "Do you have time?" He pulled at his cock exposing the bulbous head. "I have time for a blowjob. But my break is in a half hour. If we wait, you can fuck me." "How much?" "$100 for a quick blowjob. $250 for my ass." I said. "See you in a half hour." The man said. I walked out the door hoping that I wouldn't have another food run that would delay me. There were no more orders before time for my break. I told my boss that I needed to do an errand and could I have a half hour. He was fine with that but said no more because lunch orders would start soon. I knew that. I walked quickly to the employee elevator hoping that the maids didn't slow it down. Thankfully, the lift went directly to the man's floor. I knocked on the door. The man greeted me naked and hard. I dropped to my knees even without the door closed and started to suck his cock. I know it wasn't a responsible act, but I was horned and my exhibitionist self had not had a lot of relief recently. He maneuvered me in getting the door shut without me taking my mouth off his cock. I continued to nourish myself on his amazing piece of steak while I took off my clothes. I managed to get all my clothes off without ever taking my mouth away. He remarked at my skill. I made no comment. I wanted dick bad. The man finally picked me up leading me to the bed. We kissed for a couple of minutes. I wanted to explore his body and have a long session, but time was not on either of our sides. He reached over taking some lube from the nightstand and while continuing to kiss me greased my hole good. I was looking so forward to this. His cock had a big head and ring around it. I knew the moment he moved past my sphincter, it was in there to stay. The man plowed me hard and deep. I could have gone on for a long time. He spread my hole nice and wide. It reminded me of Ted back at the hotel that morning after the adult bookstore trip. This guy was very sexy. He was in his forties in great shape. He was handsome. I wondered why the fuck he needed to hire me. He could have had anyone for free. "Yeah fucker. You like my cock. Fuck you are good. You are one great whore. Man, I wish I had met you sooner. I want your pussy so bad, cocksucker. Fuck yeah. You know how to work a hole. Damn, you're the best whore I've had in a long time. Oh man. Damn. This is hot. You are hot. Fuck yeah. I'm gonna give it to you boy. I'm gonna give you man cream fucker. Oh yeah. Fuck yeah. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck..." He shot. I marveled at his beautiful body spasm. He was completely in his own world. I knew right then that he love to breed and it was all about him. That's why he hired me. This was about him depositing a load, having an orgasm to make love to himself. This had nothing to do with me. I was just the conduit. What happened next didn't surprise me in the least. He pulled out and went to the bathroom. I put my clothes back on. He came out with a robe, gave me $500 and opened the door. He never touched me again. That was not his thing. He said thanks. I said thanks and within three minutes of him cumming I was standing in the hallway with his jizz dripping down my leg, $500 in my pocket and a feeling of emptiness. As much as I was grateful for the money, and for the hot sex, it wasn't working for me anymore. I now had met gentlemen like Craig. I now had a boyfriend I loved. Now, I had to be better at understanding a client's motivation in advance. I was so horny; I wasn't thinking when the man approached me. I should have said I'd give him a blowjob instead of going for the extra dough. I had been around the prostitution game long enough to spot characters like that. I vowed to be more selective with no thought, yet, that maybe I needed to stop altogether. ----------------------------------- 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