Part IV: Joey The Teen Nudist's Exhibitioinist Adventures Continted

The guest room where I stayed at aunt Jenny’s had a full-length mirror on the door, just like back home. Mom always encouraged me to inspect myself to make sure I was presentable to start the day. Even now. After waking and climbing out of bed, I stood before the mirror, running my fingers through my tousled long blond hair.. Then I noticed my shoulders, wide for 14 years old, slim waist, narrow hips and the light patch of soft brown curly pubes above my now-lengthening 6 inches; the ball sack beneath was round and compact and indicated the need  for release. My muscular thighs down to my calves looked presentable. I turned on my bare feet, keeping my eye on the mirror where tight round butt cheeks appeared on either side of the crack in my bare ass. Turning back, I caught myself in profile, where my dick now surged straight out to a full 6 ½ inches. And I trembled at the realization that I was absolutely stark naked! Still, going on three straight days now. Head to toe, no clothes, not a stitch. It would have to do.

You see, not only was I naked now, but I had no clothes at all on this weekend journey mom and I made to visit her younger single sister. My beautiful auburn-haired shapely divorced mom saw to that. I  had been granted her permission to practice home nudity after the third time she  caught me naked and I confessed to wanting to be a nudist. That was several months ago, during which I spent most of my time at home naked.

Then last week, mom had coaxed me into presenting myself in my birthday suit to a few nicely-dressed ladies who gathered at our home one afternoon for wine and conversation, aunt Jenny among them. Then Mom insisted on packing my things for the trip to aunt Jenny’s home in the country: a tooth brush. “What else would a handsome young nudist need,” she teased, her green eyes sparkling as her hair bounced around her tight Keep on Trucking t-shirt. But I was not a nudist and mom knew it; I was a shameless exhibitionist, constantly erect and unable to refrain from masturbating in her presence. Or in aunt Jenny’s, which I did on the occasion of our arrival yesterday afternoon following an event-filled three-hour naked car ride.

This morning I gave my dick a few tender strokes as I admired my full nude glory in the mirror. I had to admit: I was one hot-looking naked teenage boy.

I could hear morning conversation coming from the kitchen and prepared myself for some more exposure. I stepped naked and hard into the kitchen and was surprised to find aunt Jenny alone, humming a song while making breakfast. She wore a very sheer nightgown, accentuating her curves. She turned and smiled, her short brown hair framing sparkling eyes. “Good morning, Mr. Nudie,” she said playfully, making no attempt to hide her eyes as she stared at every bare inch of me. Standing naked in front of my aunt without mom present felt like a whole new experience. “Your mom’s sleeping in,” she said. “Want some breakfast?” 

I nodded, my dick throbbing under her watchful eyes. Precum shone on the eager bulb of my circumcised dickhead. She turned from the stove and looked sweetly into my eyes as my right hand made its familiar grip around my stroke-starved dick. “Sorry,” I muttered, “I … uh, can’t help it.” She just smiled. “Awe, that’s sweet of you, Joey, but don’t worry. It’s perfectly natural for a boy your age to practice self pleasure. Especially for a boy whose only attire is a birthday suit!” She giggled at her joke. “Masturbate to your heart’s content, sweetie.”

As I stroked slowly, trying not to cum too soon, Jenny made me a plate of bacon and eggs. She set it down at the nearby table. “How about you give that a rest for a sec and eat your breakfast, hon?” she said. “Then you can really get into it.” She winked and gave her curled fist a shaking motion. I reached down occasionally to give my dick a few strokes while sitting at the table, motions that did not go unnoticed. After putting my empty plate in the sink, I turned to Jenny. “Ready?” she said, now wearing a housecoat over her nightgown. I nodded. Boy, was I ready! “Let’s go in the den where I can get comfy for the show,”  she chirped.

And there we were, her on the couch, me naked on my knees stroking and tickling my balls with my free hand. “Good morning,” a familiar feminine voice called from behind me. Mom now stood over me, wearing cutoff jeans, halter top and red toenail polish on her bare feet. I moaned in self pleasure, stroking. They both chuckled at my complete surrender to the demands of my dick. “Taking care of business, huh?” Mom said to Jenny, referring to me. “He’s really good at it,” Jenny said. “Must be all the practice,” mom retorted. More laughter. Mom returned to me. “Don’t mind us, honey,” she said. “Show that tallywacker who’s boss!”

Just then we heard the front door open and a lady’s voice call out in singsong, “Hey, Jenn! Anybody home!?!?”

I froze, unable to let go of my dick. “Oh, that must be Tammy and the twins,” Jenny said calmly. Huh? More people? Mom said, “I haven’t seen Tammy in ages. What a nice surprise. And the twins are here,” she said, smiling at me.

Siblings Patty and Mark were not twins, but they so resembled the other that they earned the twins moniker. Patty was 16, Mark my age. Actually, Mark looked more like Patty than vice versa; he had soft almost feminine features and a slim build. Patty was a pretty thing, long brown hair, deep blue eyes and an alluring smile. Wow, things were moving quickly. Aunt Jenny looked down at me. ”Put that thing away for now,” she said, referring to you know what. She corrected herself. “Actually you don’t have anything to put it away in, do you? Well, just let go of it. We've got company.” I barely had time to stand.

“Oh, my gosh!” Tammy.

“Yikes! Joey’s starkers!” Patty.

“Yeah. Naked.” Mark.

Mark stared right at my naked body, trancelike.

Patty giggled, but covered her eyes.

“Well, can he put something on!?!?” Tammy said in a high-strung voice, her back turned to me.

“He doesn’t have any clothes,” aunt Jenny said cheerfully. “My nephew is now a nudist!”

“A nudist!?!?” Tammy said.

“He’s absolutely naked!” Patty said, opening fingers in the hands over her face to view me through the slit.

“Yeah,” Mark said, now ogling me with unflinchingly  hungry eyes. “Naked.”

“It’s not such a big deal,” Mom chimed in. “Joey prefers nakedness. Might as well get used to it. He’s definitely taken to the nudist lifestyle. He insisted on leaving all his clothes at home.” My lack of clothing on this trip was all mom’s doing, but never mind.

Tammy turned around, made eye contact with me, trying to avoid looking anywhere else.

“Well,” she said, sheepishly. “The twins just came from tennis practice and they haven’t seen you in a while. So we thought we’d stop by for a visit. I guess if your family can handle your nudism, we can too. Right kids?”

“I guess so,” Patty said, dropping her hands to get the full view.

“Sure!” Mark chimed in. “I think it’s great! Uh, I mean, if that’s what Joey wants.”

“Do you enjoy being nude, Joey?” Tammy asked.

“Aren’t you embarrassed!?!?” Patty asked.

What a moment of exhibitionist heaven. Suddenly this was a room crowded with three fully-clothed women, two teens in tennis outfits, and one butt-ass naked boy! While I loved pretty girls and loved the naked girls in stroke magazines, nothing turned me on more than being naked in front of clothed people. Nothing got me off like being the only one naked! Nothing.. And the cat was way out of the bag now!

My dick remained at attention, almost proudly. Suddenly, my state of nakedness felt empowering. A feeling of casual comfort came over me and I adopted an air of nonchalance at my nakedness. “Yes, ma’am,” I said to Tammy, smiling. “Being nude feels so wonderful. And, no, Patty, I am not embarrassed. After all, I was born naked.”

Giggles followed the comment and a lightening of the mood in the room. Except for Mark. Mark’s short white tennis shorts now seemed to be tenting along the zipper. I strode over to him, reached out a hand. “Good to see you again, Mark,” I said, looking him in the eyes. He took my hand softly. “It’s really nice to see you too, Joey!”

“Yeah,” Patty said, now patting me on my bare shoulder, “all of you!”

More laughter! I turned to them playfully, bent over and looked back up from between my legs, slapping my butt cheeks with my palms. “I have nothing to hide,” I said, causing more laughter and Tammy’s astonished “whoop” at the outlandish view of my butthole, butt crack and balls.

“No ‘butts” about it!” Patty added, hysterically.

Aunt Jenny changed the subject. “Now that I have two strong boys here, I have a chore that needs doing. She grabbed a three foot foldout step stool from against the wall and placed it in the middle of the room below the ceiling fan. She handed me a drawstring. The old one had broken and she wished me to replace it while Mark steadied the stool to prevent an accident. The poor kid. His tenting pants were almost as obvious to the four females as my fully exposed bouncing bare boner. I had no real attraction for boys,  but I decided to have fun with this one. And if I were pressed, I would have to say Mark was a real cutie with his brown mop of hair and deep blue eyes like his sister. I stepped to the stool and faced Mark as he held it on either side of the top brace to steady it. I was very athletic and agile; his assistance was hardly needed, but never mind. As I stepped up awkwardly while facing him, I used my hips to guide my raging hard-on as close to  his face as possible without touching it. He moaned. Ha ha. Now standing on the top step, I looked down to make eye contact, my magnificent pecker now in the field of vision between us. “Thanks, Mark,” I said. He shuddered, looking up, his face just below my dick and balls. “Sure thing,” he mumbled. Now I turned, a view of my ass, butt hole, balls and bouncing meat right above his face. I tried to act all business but I knew exactly the effect I was having on him. I looked down. “You got it?” I asked. Mark Looked up, through my butt and balls to my face and nodded, almost panting. I attached the draw string, turned and descended in the same dick-in-his face manner. Now standing proudly naked just a couple of feet away from Mark, I thanked him again and shook his soft hand. And that was simply too much for the unfortunate horny devil.

“Ooooohhhh,” Mark moaned, his knees buckling, the front of his pants throbbing like a bass drum as he let go of my hand and placed it on his crotch in a futile effort to stop the inevitable. “Soooorrrry! I’m … gonna have an accident!”

And we all stood there watching as a wet stain began expanding in Mark’s shorts and he helplessly “oohhed” and “aaahhed” in the familiar call of teenage orgasm. He looked at me lustily but with humiliation in his eyes. I just smiled. The ladies giggled softly. Curiously, Patty did not offer her typical teasing two cents. Adding to the obvious, a shot of his jizz had escaped his tighty-whities –  a white droop of goo clinging to the cuff of his shorts before stretching and breaking off and sploshing on his tennis shoe.

“Oops,” Jenny said in singsong playfulness. “Methinks Mark likes boys.”

“Ya think?” Tammy retorted, the comment drenched in sarcasm. “That certainly explains the all the pages stuck together in my Playgirl mags,” she quipped.

Giggles. Mark stood there in his cum-drenched tennis shorts, outed and humiliated in a very public way. I placed my left hand on his shoulder, looked him in those deep blue eyes. I absently tickled my balls with my right hand. “Don’t worry, Mark,” I said, then pointing to my throbbing member, which was now resting across the palm of my open hand. “These things of ours have a mind of their own, and sometimes things can get, ahem, out of hand.” With that I began casually caressing my throbbing member with well-practiced strokes. 

“Oh, my!” I heard Tammy  say.

I looked over at the ladies; mom smiled with pride at my attempt to comfort the embarrassed boy. Mark watched me stroke, giggled at his own predicament and seemed to feel less self conscious of his own horny accident.

“Miss Jenny!?!?” It was Patty. Her thighs were pressed together from below her short white tennis skirt to her knees. One hand pressed the triangle in her skirt.

“Yes, dear?” Jenny responded, trying to ignore her awkward pose.

“I need to use your restroom! Please? Now.”

“Certainly,” Jenny said with a mischievous smile. “First door on your right,” she said pointing to the hallway. “Thank

 "You!” Patty said, then turned and disappeared quickly behind the closed bathroom door, causing a look among us that confirmed something besides her bladder needed relief. You could almost hear the whoosh of tennis skirt and panties dropping to her pretty ankles. And we could definitely hear the whomp of her tender sweet bare ass landing on the bathroom sink counter. Satisfied mewling, purring and panting began emanating through the doors. Whew! Not one to stand on ceremony at this point, the naked boy in the room (me!)  continued stroking, closed his eyes and envisioned Patty’s hand raising her tennis shirt and bra to caress her teen tits as her fingers on her other hand did their walking down below. 

The fevered ministrations behind the bathroom door reached a crescendo, then tapered off to a satisfied sigh. Then silence. I stopped stroking for the moment, and all eyes were on the bathroom door as it opened. We all pretended to ignore the obvious as Patty stepped from the restroom with mussed hair, flushed face and shirt half tucked into a tennis skirt that rode higher on one side of her hip than the other.

“Better?” a smiling Aunt Jenny asked, causing a few stifled giggles. Patty nodded, avoiding eye contact.

Mom  broke the silence. “Well, Joey, your newfound nudism certainly has made a positive impression on the twins. I think that’s safe to say.”

It suddenly began sinking in that I had been masturbating off and on, since I woke up this morning. And yet still there had been no release, no gush of boy sauce, no opening of the flood gates. No orgasm. Also, let's not overlook this, I was absolutely stark naked in a room full of five clothed people – two of whom had just managed to achieve an orgasm because of me. The attitude of raw confidence I commanded moments ago began to crumble as the burning desire for genital stimulation and satisfaction overcame me. As it occurred so often and would continue to do, I was being reminded of a simple fact: my dick owns me!

I began masturbating with shameless and fervent abandon, all eyes on me. I dropped to my knees and stroked, then stood and approached Mark, masturbating masturbating. Big surprise: his cum-deluged tennis shorts tented again. I walked over to Patty, told her she was beautiful and that I wanted to cum for her. Now sexually sated, the pretty teen laughed at me and flashed me a two-finger peace sign. “Knock yourself out, Beatoff Boy!” she said. “Just don’t get any of your jerk jizz on me.”

As the ladies watched my horny antics, Tammy rubbed her chin with her hands while looking quizzically. “You know,” she said to mom, “that boy is a remarkable masturbator. I mean it. He truly is. He is definitely a handsome specimen and he appears capable of producing intense and unfettered sexual gratification all by himself.””

“Yes,” mom countered, “as I’ve said, he gets lots of practice. LOTS of practice.” Laughter at my expense, even Mark joined in. I was too far gone, lost in naked self-love in a roomful of clothed spectators. I stroked … right … on … the … edge.

“But it is certainly better than getting a disease, or getting some gal knocked up,” Aunt Jenny added. “He has all the makings of a true solosexual. And that’s not necessarily a bad thing, especially at his age.”

“He certainly enjoys his bate time,” Mom added, casually watching her naked masturbating son. “It harms no one and it’s a healthy outlet. Good clean fun, I’d say.”

I stood between the twins, knees bent, stroking my tool, my free hand rubbing my ass, tickling my balls, pinching my nipples.

“They should have masturbation competitions,” Aunt Jenny said.

“Joey would be Jerkoff Team Captain,” Patty said with a chuckle.

“I would be team trainer!” Mark blurted out, his eyes fixed on the naked horny boy standing beside him. Much laughter at that zinger.

“Or maybe even Masturbate-a-Thons,” Tammy offered. “You know, young masturbators raising money for a good cause by pledging to masturbate for donations from participant sponsors?”

The three ladies considered this, nodding their heads. I desperately needed to cum!

“Please, Aunt Jenny! – please.” I babbled. “Please let me cum?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “It might not be proper  in front of our guests. Why don’t you ask them, see if they mind?”

I stood in front of Mark: “Can I please cum? Please, please, please!?!?”

“Yes, cum all over yourself - let it fly everywhere!” Mark’s cum-soaked tented shorts also served as a yes vote!

I approached Patty, turned, rubbed my ass, bent over and looked up at her from between my legs, balls and butthole: “Can I please cum for you, Patty? I want to do it just for you?”

“Yes, of course,” she said, making eye contact with those sparkling blues. “But I want you to shoot that goo all over yourself. And leave it there!”

“Anything!” I moaned, standing back up straight “Thank you, thank you!”

Then I stepped over to Tammy, dropped naked to my knees at her feet, let go of my dick, placed both hands together in front of me and pleaded.

“I have to cum, Miss Tammy! Please!?!?” 

“Very  well,” she said, a little embarrassed. “Do that thing Patty said to do.”

Masturbation nirvana for this exhibitionist. I crawled on all fours to a central spot for my audience, went to my knees, leaned back, and started slow, exquisite strokes: bolts of pleasure tingled from my shaft and balls and branched out to my ass and indeed my every inch of my stark naked body. As my breathing increased and I moaned louder, Patty started a countdown. Everyone joined in, “Five! Four! Three! Two! One!”

“Aaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!”

A thick hot white rope of cum fired from my dick, arching high above me and splashing down in a trail starting on my lips, chin, neck and chest; the next on my chin, neck and chest; the next on my neck, chest and belly; and on and on as “ooohs”, “aahhhs” and cheers greeted the longest, most extraordinary orgasm I had ever experienced.

“Wow!” Tammy said.

I stood, catching my breath, smiling sheepishly. I could feel the wet streaks of cum on my face and chin; and I could see puddles of cum drooping down my chest, belly and thighs as I gazed thankfully at Patty.

“Remember,” she said, “you can’t wash it off. Yet.”

The twins and Tammy left soon after, and I stepped out into the sunshine drenched in cum to walk them to the car with mom and Aunt Jenny. Mark’s gooey mess was much more visibly obvious in the sunlight, especially with his hardon still poking forward.

“I better get these two home, before we have another accident,” Tammy said. “I’ve got some laundry to do anyway..”

Giggles all around. I stood naked and cum-drenched between my clothed mom and aunt and waved goodbye as they drove away in Tammy’s Chevy.

Later that day, returning naked from a fishing trip to the nearby pond, I stepped inside just as mom was wrapping up a conversation on Jenny’s phone.

“Oh, yes,” she was saying through the phone, “most everything should be in his size. The Goodwill will take the rest. Uh, huh. Take care.”

And she hung up and smiled.

“What was that about?” I asked Mom.

“Oh, nothing,” she said as she exchanged a curious glance with her sister.

The rest of the visit was a tremendous experience. I had been absolutely butt-ass naked for five straight days when we pulled into the driveway on our return. I got mom’s suitcase out of the backseat, ignoring Ms. Ronson’s staring from across the way as she watered her front yard flower bed.

Moments later, I was in my bedroom. I opened my clothing dresser’s top drawer: nothing. Taking a deep breath, I checked the drawer below it: empty. The next drawer and the next: zilch, nada. I went to the closet: it was as bare as my ass!

“Mom!” I cried.

She appeared at the door. “My clothes are gone!” I said. “Where did my clothes go?”

Very nonchalantly, Mom just smiled.

“Yes, dear,” she said. “Now that you’re a nudist, I figured I would give your clothes to someone who could use them? I told Mrs. Ronson she was welcome to them for Carl. You, know you and your friend Carl wear the same size clothes. Or,” she corrected herself with a chuckle. “You used to be the same size clothes, when you wore clothes. She must have come and got them while we were gone.”

Mrs. Johnson was another one of the ladies who had gathered at our house  last during my nude exhibition at mom’s urging.

“All of my clothing?” I said to mom, dumbfounded.

“Nope,” she said. “I told her to give what she doesn’t want to charity” she quipped. “Some people like clothes, you know?”

Oh, no! I thought, fighting back butterflies. Oh, yes! I thought, my dick starting to rise yet again.

“So I don’t have any clothes at all?”

I looked at mom, dumbfounded. I smiled a little.

“Not a stitch!” she said cheerfully.

And so the legend of the Joey the Town’s Teenage Nudist began.