Date: Sat, 20 Apr 2013 11:07:31 -0700
From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 39; Story codes: M, MM, exhib, inc

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Author's Note: This is the final chapter in the series Growing Up Naked.  I
have grown to love all the characters, in particular Bob.  Thank you to all
the many readers who wrote to express their appreciation for this series.
I am honored as an author to be of service to you.

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Growing Up Naked – Chapter 39

College was as bourgeois as I expected and I couldn't ever get past it in
all four years.  I had not enjoyed going to school to begin with; why would
I think I would now?  However, there are some things in life one just does
and I made the best of it.

I had a great roommate in the dorm the first two years.  He was a black
stud on the baseball team.  I didn't know much about baseball, but I soon
learned that ballplayers have a special energy.  They are different from
the rest of us.  They always had the hottest girlfriends.  Their aura was
incredible and it didn't matter if they were destined to the Majors or not.
There was just something about them.  As the result, baseball became a
passion of mine with a side passion of seeing how many ballplayers I could
actually lay.

I did get to lay my roommate.  Luke was a stud and a half.  I had never
been to bed with a black man before.  If I have anything positive to say
about my years at school, it was having sex with him.  The man was huge in
every way.  Thick would be the best term.  His buns were amazing and his
cock...  I never did take it all in my mouth, but I sure took it all up my
ass.  We had a great down-low friendship.  He didn't care about my nudity
and I didn't care when he brought a chick back to the dorm to fuck.  He
would even let me watch and jack off telling the woman that if she ever
wanted his cock again, she would not say a word about me.

Luke became my roommate as a mix up.  Normally, all the jocks stay on one
floor together.  Scheduling put him in with me.  He wasn't too happy about
it at first; however, we took to each other right away and he never
requested a transfer to the jock floor.  Some of other players thought this
was odd, but he was a big, Alpha male who didn't get fucked with, so nobody
said a word.  I went to every single home game they had all four years of
school.

The other game I played in college was "How many professors can I get?"
This was fun.  I would pick out the ones that I thought had potential.  I
would come to class in a shorts freeballing.  I would sit in the front of
the room to the side where no one would notice me showing the tip of my
cock.  Some took the bait.  Some didn't.  The ones that took the bait
usually asked me to stay after class for a minute and then told me to come
to their office late in the afternoon.

Another thing I enjoyed about school was going to work out at the gym.  I
wasn't much into working out and still not, but it didn't hurt to put on a
little muscle.  My svelte teen body would need a different attraction once
I got older.  I gained about ten pounds of muscle over a year.  Luke like
it, David liked it and it seemed to move me into a different attraction
group of men.  In the gym, I could be as much of an exhibitionist as I
wanted to.  I would freeball having my cock fall out of my shorts just like
in class.  I would take long showers where I could have lots of guys look
at me.  I would hit the sauna, which usually meant some sort of encounter.

In the dorm, the restroom and showers were down the hall.  I got tired of
putting on shorts just to go pee, so I started walking the hall naked.
Eventually, everyone got over it and I became known as Naked John.  I was
following in my best friend, Bob's, footprints.  He was known as Naked Bob
in his frat.  This also got me more opportunities to give blow jobs to the
straight guys.  Once they knew they had a willing male, I would get these
knocks on my door or a text when their girlfriend wouldn't put out or was
on the rag.  Bob did the same thing for his fraternity brothers all four
years of his schooling.

All in all, I'm glad I went.  I did get my degree keeping my agreement with
my Dad and to Craig, my client.  I didn't have many friends though.  I
found the kids in my classes annoying at best.  Most were kids that never
worked a day in their life, let alone made enough money in a year to pay
for four years of college and have a thriving porn company business back
home.  That's what I mean by college being bourgeois.  I had real life
skills and these kids sitting next to me were clueless and living in a
fantasy.

Summers and holidays were spent running the porn business with Bob.  Dad
did the business as a lark and as a favor to Bob would couldn't do it all
himself.  He did like seeing the naked men and the occasional play that
came about.  I felt responsible for doing as much as I could during my time
away from school to help.  Bob would usually take a few weeks off from work
and we would plow through making films upwards of two to three a day so
that we had a stockpile.

Tony came to do more films.  It was nice to see him and shoot an anonymous
load in his mouth, but we never could rekindle the few months of love we
had together.  He was my first heartbreak.  It hurt, but everyone goes
through it so buck up.  I did always keep the dildo as a memento of that
summer of love.

David came back for one more summer working the porn business, working for
the landscaper and getting fucked by Joey.  I was surprised when David
actually graduated from college.  I swore at any moment he was going to say
`fuck it' and move in with Joey and his dad.  I was never privy to what
happened over there other than I knew that David and Joey were exclusive
and Joe was not part of it.  David got a job after college in another city.
Bob and I lost our best porn star.  Joey lost his boyfriend.

Finally, I graduated from the university.  Trust me, it was not too soon.
David, Bob, Dad and Craig all came to the ceremony.  Craig did not sit with
us.  He didn't want to impose, and although I didn't particularly
understand, I accepted his choice.  Craig and I saw each other at least
twice a year through college.  He either came to see me at home or while I
was in school.  He always insisted on giving me my standard rate plus
generous tips even though by this time, I simply wanted to spend time with
him.  He was a lovely gentleman.  If he had been born in the same era, we
could have been partners.

I was now 24-years-old.  I wasn't a twink anymore.  Mr. Brook's hired me
back at the hotel this time with the intent of moving up the ladder.  I had
graduated in hotel/restaurant management with a minor in English.  Few
people that showed up at Mr. Brooks' office were as qualified as me.
However, I insisted on starting with night audit/front desk like everyone
else.  This way I understood all aspects of running a great hotel.

I moved back into the house with Bob and Dad.  Being the frugal person I
had always been, I saw no reason to have my own place.  There wasn't
anything that I couldn't do in my own place that I couldn't do at home.
The only annoying part of it all was that I finally broke down and got my
driver's license and bought a car.  It was still cheaper than getting my
own place downtown close to work and because of the porn business I was
able to pay cash for the car.  Besides, Bob, Dad and I never stopped being
in a relationship.

One night I was working the front desk when an incredibly handsome
gentleman checked in.  We flirted with each other and we exchanged cards.
I thought he wanted my prostitution business or even the boyfriend
experience, neither of which I continued upon my return to the hotel.
Instead, Michael called me after he got settled in his room and asked me
out on a date.  I was flabbergasted naturally saying yes.

Michael took me out to lunch the next day.  I was working the evening shift
so lunch was the option.  We had an incredible time.  I fell in love with
him that first day.

Michael was commuting back and forth from another city in anticipation of
eventually moving here.  We talked every day and we dated each time he was
in town.  I followed the rule that Tony had taught me; don't put out too
soon.  We dated for four months before we had sex.

Michael checked into the hotel and took a suite instead of his usual room.
I had arranged two days off in a row, which in the hotel business working
up the ladder was not easy.  Michael took me to a lovely meal at one of the
top restaurants in town.  Afterwards, we went back to his room.  We sat
down continuing the enjoyable conversation from dinner.  Suddenly, Michael
got down on one knee and said, "John, my job is officially permanent in
this city.  I found an apartment near here.  Would you live with me?"

"Yes, Michael.  I will live with you."  Then, it happened.  Michael moved
up my body to kiss me while taking his hands to undo my shirt.  This was
it; the moment I had waited for.  Soon I was shirtless and my pants were
around my ankles.  Michael made love to my cock as he caressed my chest
with his strong hands.  Michael stopped just long enough to get my shoes,
socks and pants off.  I was now completely naked and he was still clothed.
He kept me in the chair for several more minutes exploring my body while
keeping me from exploring his just yet.

Michael stood up taking my hand to lead me to the bed.  He folded the
covers back to the floor before laying me down on my back.  I relaxed into
this as Michael started to remove his clothes.  Michael was bald.  He also
had no hair on his forearms.  I didn't see any indication over the months
we dated that he had chest hair.  When he took his shirt off, he confirmed
that.  Michael was a bicyclist.  He rode quite a bit.  His upper body was
strong with sloping shoulders.  When he took his pants off exposed just
what a bicyclist's body looks like.  His thighs and butt were super strong;
almost a white version of my roommate Luke from college.  He had absolutely
no hair on his body.  Later when I asked, he said that when he went bald,
he decided to remove all his body hair.  I thought it was an incredible
look that was a major turn on for me.  On top of that, Michael wore
wire-rim glasses; another of my fetishes, men with glasses.

Michael got into bed and we made love for hours.  He, like me, was
completely versatile so we discovered the pleasures of each other's asses
and cocks.  He reminded me of a hairless Bob.  We were just as simpatico in
our lovemaking.

Michael and I lived together in our apartment for over a year.  One day, we
were back home having dinner with Dad and Bob.  Michael had no issue with
our nudist household and fit right in.  In fact, Michael and I had created
our own nudist home at the apartment.

Dad said, "John, Michael, I have decided to retire.  I'm fifty-five years
old now.  I've made plenty of money.  The house is paid for.  I want to go
see the world before I'm too old to enjoy it."

Bob piped in next, "Guys, this goes for both of us.  I've have over twenty
years' service at the hotel.  It's time to go do something else.  Your Dad
and I are leaving in a few weeks for six months in Europe.  We are starting
with renting a flat for four weeks in London to get our International feet
wet.  From there, we are taking a month tour of the rest of Britain and
Ireland.  Next will be a month renting a flat again in Paris.  We will do
the same in Amsterdam, Berlin and Barcelona.  Don't be surprised to hear
from us saying that we have decided to do Prague, Italy and Portugal as
well.  We are not in any hurry."

I asked, "What about our porn business?"

Bob replied, "Now we are going to have two units, the United States and
Europe.  You will need to continue to produce here at about half the rate
we have been, while your Dad and I produce in Europe.  This will give us
some new and exciting stuff to sell, plus potentially it will pay for the
trip and we won't have to spend any money."

I just laughed.  "I think this is fabulous, but what about the house."

Dad answered, "Bob and I were wondering if you and Michael wouldn't mind
moving in to take care of it."

Michael immediately stated, "Yes, Sir.  We would be honored to do that for
the two of you.  I'll give notice on the apartment tomorrow."

The four of us retired to the living room a bit to watch television when
suddenly Bob changed the channel showing one of our videos.  Within
minutes, we were all hard and lightly playing with each other.  Bob said,
"Why don't we go to our room?"

We headed to Dad and Bob's room where we had incredible sex and slept
together that night.  Michael gave notice on the apartment the next day and
the following weekend, Michael and I moved into the house.  I wanted to go
immediately because Dad and Bob were leaving for probably a year.  I knew
that once the two of them got over to Europe, they were going to stay and
have fun.  Bob would want to go to every sex venue on the Continent, which
surely would increase the amount of time they stayed.

Dad and Bob were gone for two years.  When they returned, they bought a
motorhome and saw the United States filming hot men wherever they may be.
That lasted another two years.  Next, they announced they were going to
join the Peace Corp to give back.  They did that for another four years.
After that, they continued to travel for another two years moving from New
Zealand to Australia and onto the Orient.

Michael and I became the chief residence of the house.  I always found it
funny that I spent the majority of my life living in this same place even
when Tony, Bob and my Dad had said I needed to explore the world.  I was
perfectly happy and I loved Michael more than life itself.  The world came
to me at the hotel.  Eventually, I took Bob's position as the head of the
hotel.  It was not direct with Bob's departure.  That would not have looked
cool.  There were a few managers in between.  Mr. Brooks told me that the
very first time he met me; he knew that I was going to run the place
someday.

Mr. Brooks mellowed as the years moved on, which allowed him to be much
more approachable.  Michael, Mr. Brooks and I became regular sex partners,
but Mr. Brooks never wanted it to be more, unlike when I first met him.
Michael was very accepting of my need for extra men around.  I'm sure he
would have been happy with just the two of us, but he didn't object to the
many liaisons that I created for us.

One day when David was about thirty-seven, I got a call from him asking if
he could come home.  Of course, I said yes.  I reminded him that it was his
house too.  Michael and I had just finished lunch at home when David
arrived.  We had not seen much of David since college.  He never did say
why, but that was David.  I didn't think too much of it.  David walked into
the house removing his clothes as the custom states.  His body was more
mature and, quite frankly, more magnificent.  He had moved into the sweet
spot of male maturity.  His body showed that he had always used it thus
creating a sexual energy that I noticed peaks between thirty-five and
fifty-five years old in men.  I was just starting that faze also with
similar results.

"So what's going on, David?'  I asked.

"I am getting a divorce.  That woman I married became a royal pain.  I took
it as long as I could.  I will probably lose everything in the divorce but
I don't care.  I just had to leave and start over.  I hope I can start over
here."

"Of course, you can, David."  Reminding him again that it was his house
too, although not legally because of the fact that he had married this
woman that none of us like.  We knew all along it wasn't going to work but
David didn't learn by someone telling him something.  He learned by
experience.  "Why don't you just accept that you like men better?"  I
joked.

David was quite serious in his answer, "I have.  I'm only going to see men
from now on."

David took no action on any part of his life until the divorce was final.
He ran the house for us, helped with the porn business and worked out a
lot.  David did, in fact, lose most of his finances and the house he owned
with the bitch.  He got to keep his car and personal belongings.  He
reminded me of Mom.  Mom didn't care about anything when she divorced Dad.
She wanted out and a new life.  I never made the observation to David that
he was a lot like Mom.  He wouldn't have appreciated that.

I lent David $10,000 to start a landscaping company.  The company was his
idea.  I just provided the startup money, but he had to start payments
immediately so there was no resting on his laurels.  He traded in his car
on a pickup truck.  He bought the tools.  He hustled and in short order had
a thriving business.  I was happy he decided to do landscaping because it
meant that he would keep his body in great shape.  I wanted to continue to
play with that hunk for the rest of our lives together.

One night I got a text from David saying he wasn't coming home.  I wondered
if he was with who I thought he was.  The next day David revealed that,
yes; he had spent the night with Joey.  David never returned to live at the
house.  He moved in with Joey and his Dad immediately.  David at no time
totally explained his relationship with either one of them.  David simply
told me that he loved Joey and that Joey asked him to be with him.

This is where I leave you, dear reader.  I'm over forty-years-old now.  I
run a major five star hotel.  I'm officially married to the most wonderful
man on the planet, Michael.  Dad and Bob show up periodically between
adventures.  When they slow down and come back to the nest, I hope to be
able to care for them the way they so lovingly cared for me.  Growing up
naked taught me to be as free as possible while still respecting and caring
for others.  Dad was the primary influence and my best friend Bob was right
behind him.  And to this day, the policy if you come for a visit is clothes
off at the door.  We are a nudist household.  By the way, you can also
pretty much bet that we will have sex with you as well.

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