Date: Sun, 21 Oct 2012 16:33:45 -0500
From: Douglas Marx <douglas.marx.4@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Naked; Chapter 8; Story codes: M, MM, MB, BB, exhib

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Growing Up Naked - Chapter Eight

Dad and I fell asleep shortly after our loving making session where my bum
lost its virginity.  Notice I said my bum because the rest of my body was
well past the virginity stage.  We didn't clean up.  We both loved the feel
of sweat and sex on our bodies.  I left my Dad's cream in my hole.  I
wanted to relish its presence as long as possible.  If I could have bottled
it and hermitically sealed it forever, I would have.  What a gift laying
there in my bowels.  We got into a spoon position with my back up against
Daddy's manly chest.  Dad draped one arm over me after pulling up the
covers and we were out in minutes.  That is the great thing about
man-to-man sex, all parties involved understand after cumming it is time
for rest.

The next morning life got back to normal or at least as normal as it was
ever going to be from now on.  Dad went to work.  I went to school.  We met
for dinner and Dad drove me to the theater on his way to the gym.  We
continued to sleep together every night.  We didn't have sex every single
night or day.  It was typically something that occurred on the weekends or
on a night when I didn't have to work.  Dad had more ability to control
this being the mature one.  I'm sure he would have done it more often;
however, he wanted our times to be special.  I also believe he didn't want
me to become completely dependent upon him for sexual experiences.  He was
an advocate for experimentation.

There were other forces coming into play.  I was going to graduate from
high school soon.  I was in need of making decisions about college.  I was
torn about going away to school even if it was in the same state.  I didn't
want to leave the new life Dad and I had together.  Besides, I wasn't sure
that school was the right thing for me to do.  I felt that Phil, the
projectionist at the theater, had a point about going with more money in
the bank.  I could stay home, work full-time and sock more money away.
With everyone else gone, it seemed wrong to leave Dad alone in that house.

The new addition of sex sex in my life only increased my libido for more
play.  I knew that Dad and I had to maintain some decorum regarding sex
because of work and school.  That didn't mean, as Dad had said, that I
couldn't work a few things in on the side.  Dad was right once again.

The exhibitionist guy, Bob, told me that after my birthday he would feel
comfortable doing things beyond jacking off looking at each other naked.
Shortly after my celebration, he came for the last show of a new film.
There were a number of people in the audience with some close to the back.
My cleanup chores were done, I had gone to the bathroom to take my
underwear off per usual, I got the other employees out the door so that it
was just the audience, the projectionist and me.  Bob sat in the back row.
I came in and sat down right next to him.  The days of being coy were over.
We each pulled out our cocks and started stroking away.  All of a sudden
Bob leaned over, got on his knees and started blowing me.  This was new.
He didn't let up either.  It was obvious he wanted to blow me till I blew.
He worked my cock like an expert – another example of maturity with
older males.  It didn't take me long before I was shooting a massive load
into his mouth.  Bob took every ounce.  I kept my eyes forward the whole
time to make sure no one got up or turned around.  It was very hard to
shoot without make any noise.  When it was all done, Bob sat back in his
seat pulling up his pants with his hard on making a big lump.  I couldn't
believe he had that much control not to cum.  Instead, he had a plan.

I pulled my pants back up, patted Bob on the leg and went to the lobby to
get my trash can and broom.  The movie ended and I stood at the door as the
people filed out.  Bob was not amoung them.  I rolled my trashcan into the
theater and he was downfront standing completely naked.  He didn't even
have shoes on.  He was gently stroking his cock and playing with his
nipple.  He simply said, "I want you to watch me shoot."  What was I to
say?  No?  I said, "Bob, I'll be right back."  I raced to the lobby,
checked the bathrooms to see no one was in them, and locked the front
doors.  I flipped the switch on the lobby lights so that only the snack bar
was still lit.  Back in the theater I went.  I hustled back down front to
enjoy the encore performance of the evening.

Bob started talking to me in that familiar sex tone.  "Oh fuck yeah buddy.
I am sooooo hot.  Yeah.  I love having you watch my hot man body.  Look at
my nipples.  Look at my hairy chest.  Yeah. This is a real man here.  My
cock is rock hard.  My balls have got a big load stored up after sucking
you off.  I have been dreaming about your cum down my throat for months
now.  I can still taste it.  It is delicious.  You make me so fucking
horny.  I love looking at you as I jack and I love you looking at me.  Fuck
yeah man.  Fuck.  This is so hot being completely naked in this theater and
in front of you with all the lights on.  Look at my body man.  The more you
look, the hotter I get.  I want to be watched.  I want to be exposed.  I
want to be naked.  I want you to see me naked.  I want to be exposed in
public.  Oh man.  I am getting close.  This is so hot having you watch me.
I needed this exposure so bad.  I need to be naked in public with lots of
risk.  Look at me buddy.  Look at my cock.  Look at my body.  Look at my
hot naked body buddy.  Oh yeah.  Oh fuck.  Here it comes buddy.  Here cums
my man load.  Yeah man.  Oh Yeah!  Oh Fuck! Fuccckkk!"

Bob shot a huge load out of his beautiful dick.  There was probably five
ropes of white cream.  When it was over he smiled, walked right up to me
and kissed me hard on the lips.  I grabbed him feeling his still semi-hard
dick up against my uniform.  I knew there would be cum stains on my pants.
This was such an amazing feeling having him naked and me clothed.  Wow.

When we let go of our embrace Bob said, "Look, I want to do some more stuff
beyond this theater.  Would you like to come over sometime to my house?"

I stammered the words out, "Sure."

He said, "Great.  Here is my address and phone number.  You don't work
Mondays.  Why don't you come over Monday after dinner?  We can have some
fun."

I said, "Ok".

He replied, "Great.  I'll see you then."

"Ok, Bob.  After dinner, Monday, probably around 7 PM."

"Cool."

With that, I started cleaning up the trash.  Bob put his clothes on, walked
over to me, gave me another deep, passionate kiss by grabbing the back of
my head with his hands and forcing his tongue down my throat, and walked
out of the theater.  Fuck, that was wild.  Dad said that other guys would
want to have sex with me.  He was right again.  I finished up and walked
home.  I would have to tell Dad about this.  Monday was a normal sex night
for us.  I hope he won't be hurt or disappointed.  It did bother me;
however, I knew that I had to experiment just as Dad had said.  Bob was
incredibly hot.  I wanted more of him.


I hope you enjoyed this chapter possibly getting you horny and hard.  I am
so grateful for all the emails regarding this series.  It inspires me to
continue.  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.