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Titled Naked Boy Blues

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Titled Naked Boy Blues by AnonymousI loved being naked as long as I can remember. Lived with my older sister by 2 years and my divorced mom. I can remeber when I was 9 and my sister and I were home along around the pool one day. Not knowing any better then , I commented that we could swim naked and nobody would know. She laughed. Go ahead and do it, she said. I threw off my trunks and spent the next hour swimming and walking around our backyard pool naked. Julie kept her swimsuit on, but told me to have fun. When I heard mom's car pull into the driveway, I scrambled to get my trunks on and, embarrased, begged Julie not to tell. She winked and promised not to. That was the last time I did that in front of her, but I got naked at home alone every chance I got. There were plenty of chances, what with sis involved in so many school activities and mom working all day. I discovered the joys of masturbation when I was 11 and I got a hard-on and let nature take its course. I played with my hairless dick until it spurt cum all over the den. I have been a masturbation addict since. Every day after school, I rushed home, heart pounding, stripped naked, then walked around the house playing with it till I came. Sometimes I would go at it 3 or 4 times before mom and Julie got home. I got better and better at it, perfecting the craft. Got my hands on Playboy, Penthouse, Cherri and Club, ogling over those georgeous bods and jerking off all afternoon. We had decorative mirrors on one wall of the living room, and I caught me reflection in the mirror one day -- god did I look good treating myself to such a naughty act, not a stich on, mags spread around me and stroking myself into oblivion. I would smear the pre-cum on my lips, my asshole, and wish like hell those beautiful babes in my mags would come to life, turned on at "catching" myself in the act. It was my litttle secret. The rash underneath my clothing started when I was 15 -- red spots, welts, irritation and itching. the day school let out for summer, I was miserable and told mom. She looked at the rashes and immediately made an appointment with Julie's Dermatologist. Voluptuos and caring, with thick auburn hair past her shoulders, mom followed when Dr. Susan Martin called me into a room. Dr. Martin, slim and blonde, pulled back the collar of my shirt and cringed when she saw the rash. Take off your clothes, she said to me. Now. I looked at her, then at mom. It's OK , honey, mom said. She has to examine you. As bad as I felt, my exhibitionist side took over, as I stood up. I pulled off my shirt, and could feel the bulge pushing against my jeans. I took off my shoes, then unzipped my jeans and pulled them off. My briefs were bulging in the front, stained at the point where the head of my dick flowed freely with pre-cum. Embarrased and a little shocked, Mom turned her head away at the sight. Go ahead, Dr. Martin told me with a tone of professionalism, take your underwear off. I couldn't hide my excitement. Mom swollowed nervously and told me to do as told. My dick, now nearly 7 inches and rock hard, pounced up and bobbed up and down when I pulled my underwear off and and stepped out of them. I mom let an uncontrollable gasp from her mouth at the sight. I cast my eyes to the ground and clinched my fists, hoping this might keep me from reaching down and doing what I usually did in this situation. Mom was too embarrased for me and I was too excited to realize what Dr. Martin noticed with distachted clinical observation. The rash has gone away, Joey, she said. How do you feel? I looked at my naked body. Mom did too. My, Gosh!, mom said. That's right, Dr. Martin finished. Joey is allergic to clothes. Do you feel better? God what a question. Of course I did, especially if I could do what I usually do in this situation. Mom's embarrassment turned to relief. Your son is having an allergic reaction to clothing. It will probably pass, Dr. Martin told mom. In the meantime, I'm recommedning Joey go completely nude for at least the next two weeks. I can write a prescription that will explain this. I don't want to see him suffer, Mom said. Our house is secluded and we can probably manage this. Yes! I thought, but tried to act dissappointed. The thick stream of pre-cum dangling from the head of my bobbing dick almost to my knees before breaking and splashing to the sanitized floor blew my cover, though. Dr. Martin smiled, Mom tried to ignore it. What are your son's mastubation habits? Dr. Martin asked mom. Uh, um, I didn't know he had any, mom stammered. Well, a boy at this age is probably doing it a lot, Dr. Martin said. Being nude, he's naturally going to be hornier than usual. Boys will be boys and that means masturbation. So, I wouldn't place any impositions on him. Let the boy relieve himself as needed. Mom looked at me with an understanding smile. Anything, as long as he gets better, she said. Good, Dr. Martin said. Now get dressed, young man, and take your clothes off when you get home and leave them off! We want you to get better, don't we. My rash returned as we drove home, and I began scratching. We'll be home soon, honey, Mom said. You'll feel better then. My dicked made bulge in my jeans than didn't go unnoticed my Mom. What about Julie? i asked. She'll just have to understand, mom said. And if you need to, uh, jerk off? is that the word? uh, huh, I said. Then just find a nice private place where you feel comfortable and go right ahead. I don't want you hurting yourself. I was so irritated from my clothing by the time we got home, that I stripped as soon as we stepped in the door, leaving my clothes in a pile in the front foyer. I didn't realize that Julie was standing a few feet away. She shook her long brown hair in disblief, her pretty blue eyes as wide as saucers at the sight of me naked. The red rash over the formerly clothed part of my body quickly faded, and i sighed with relief. Mom! Julie screamed. Joey just stripped naked! It's all right, dear, mom said, picking up my clothes. Dr. Martin said he's allergic to clothing and will have to remain nude for at least two weeks. Julie's surprise gave way to disbelief. He's going to walk around like that! she said, pointing directly to my dick, which was rock hard throbbing again. He has to, honey, mom said. Please try to be more understanding. Clothes are making him miserable. Dr. Martin thinks it will pass in a few weeks. My sister stared me right in the eye. Sorry, Julie, I said. I can't help it. Her gaped jaw turned to a wicked smile and twinkle sparkled in her eye. I'll be he's loving this, mom. Maybe, mom said matter-of-factly, but it's doctor's order. All I wanted to do at that moment is JERK OFF! desperately! It wasn't lost on either of them. Maybe you should go to your room and, uh, relax, Mom said, unable to hide a grin. Relax, right! sis said. Maybe you should got to your room and Jerk Off!, she laughed. Julie! mom said. Be nice! Oh, come on, mom, Julie said. He's got a stack of girly mags in his closet of foot tall! And it's not humidity that makes all those pages stick together. He's a little meat beater. The embarrassment, the humiliation, the exhilleration of standing there naked and a shining, pre-cum leaking boner poking out in front of my naked body as my fully clothed mom and sister watched was just too much. I walked past them toward my room, my naked butt to them, but sis laughed as I my right hand reached forward uncontrollably and began stroking my eager dick before I walked out of their sight. I didn't bother to close the door, but went straight for my mag stash. Soon I was kneeling on my bed, a penthouse lesbian spread on one side, Jeanna Jameson's Club spead in the middle and Leanne, Miss November on the other. Julie was a loving sister, but she never passed up a chance to tease and torment me. My slippery dick felt so good in my hands that I couldn't stop stroking it when she stepped into me room. Mom followed, trying to make Julie give me a break. You masturbators out there, men and women, have been there -- I was in that point of no return. I looked up at them with a pitiful look, groaning and stroking, completely without the will to stop beating my meat in their presence. Ooohhh, yes, I said. I'm sorry, y'all, I said. I've just got to cum. Mom nudged Julie in the ribs when she burst out laughing. Leave him alone, Julie, she said. He can't help it. Can't help it!?! Julie said. The little pervert is loving it. Don't you? Admit it! Yes, I said. Yes, what, jerky boy? You love to jerk off, don't you? Mom gave up on admonishing Julie and let a stiffled laugh out. Julie turned and hugged her. He's loving this, she told mom. Tell us what a whackaddict you are, Julie demanded. Tell us what you do all day. Well... ? mom chimed in. I didn't care that they knew anymore. I was having the best masturbation session of my life, my free hand tickling my balls and rubbing my ass and pinching my nipples. I jerk off all day, I gasped, shocked I what I said. I take off my clothes and walk around naked and Jerk Off! I had no self control now.Please let me beat off for y'all! Please! Mom blushed, but smiled. Why don't you cum now, dear? I think you've had enough. I leaned back and pointed my dick in the air, and cum errupted from dick, shooting two feet into the air and splashing my onto my chest, thighs and the bedsheets. As I caught my breath, Mom said, We're having pork chops for dinner. Then they left, arm and arm and giggling. We sat at the dinner table, having a normal conversation, as if nothing was any different, except that I was naked and had a boner sticking straight up under the table. Julie frowned. I guess we can't go to Aunt Carol's next week, what with Joey under strict orders to parade around naked. We had planned a vacation at our Aunt's house with me and Julie's twin cousins, Angie and Sharon, both 17. I felt bad. Mom just sighed. We're all family. I've already explained to Carol about Joey's situation. They live in the country, so why not. Oh, Julie said, did you explain to Aunt Carol that Joey here is also a jerkoff artist? Is he going to be able to reach his hand beneath the table and grab his tallywhack between bites at their house like he's doing right now? Mom smiled. I've explained that he's a boy with a healthy drive and he might need to relieve himself from time to time, she said, winking at me. The twins are looking forward to seeing you two. Hey, Julie said, if I can handle such a horny little brother, they can live with a horny cousin. Famished, my plate was clean and my right hand was beneath the table. Please, honey, Mom said. Show a little control. Don't masturbate at the dinner table. Yes, ma'am, I said, putting both hands on the table, while pre-cum oozed down the shaft of my dick and puddled on my balls. But since we've seen you do it, I don't see any need for you to hide your little habit, she said. I find it refreshing to see you so happy, especially after seeing how miserable you were wearing clothes. What do you think, Julie.?Whatever turns you on, bro, she said. But I'd just love to tell Karen all about this. Have you fucked her yet, or do you just beat it? Leave my girlfriend out of this! i said. And as a matter of fact, we have.... No, no! Mom interrupted. I don't want to know. After dinner, I jerked myself off on the couch in the den, sitting next to Julie while mom sat in the reclining chair and we watched TV. Naked, I stuck to my normal routine for the next week. I mowed the lawn, swam, and ran sprints getting ready for the following football season, when I would be the starting halfback. I told Karen and my friends that I had a summer flu and couldn't have visitors. My dick was hard most of the time, but i resisted the urge to do it until I had an audience. Julie rubbed it in good when she found me lusting over my reflection in the living room mirrors during a particularly intense masturbation session. She stood behind me with her arms folded, and teased me unmercifully. You're in love with yourself, you horny little bastard. Tell me how much you love watching yourself whack off. tell me. I love it, I said, lost in the moment. God I love watching myself jerkoff. She laughed. Mom was more diplomatic. I think it's healthy that he feels so good about himself, she quipped. After the stains of my habit started turning up all over the house, mom knitted "Aim Straight, Honey" and "Having Fun Yet?" into a washcloth that Julie nicknamed the "sperm rag." I dreaded putting clothes back on for the two-hour drive to Aunt Carol's, but I needn't have. My luggage consisted only of the cum rag, stained and wrinkled with the dried cum of untold jerk sessions. No one can see inside the van, and we can stop along country roads if Joey has to pee pee, Mom said. Hear that, bro? Julie said. I had long since given up hiding my passion of exhibitionisim. Yeah, Julie, I'm gonna be naked the whole way! How many times are you gonna stroke it, horny boy? Julie asked. I'm going for the record!, I said and we high fived each other. About two miles from Carol's house, we pulled down a dirt road and I jerkoffed off outside. You really have a nice body, Julie conceded, just before I drenched the dry leaves below me with my fifth load of the trip. My heart was pounded as we pulled up the driveway and saw aunt Carol and the twins waving from the front porch. Mom knew. she knew. Just relax and be yourself, honey, she said. They know you'll be naked. Julie laughed at my enthusiasm, because I jumped out of the side of the van and ran up to the porch to hug aunt Carol. Nothing could have prepared them for the site, Carol stared me up and down, while Angie and Sharon stood silent with hands over their mouths. During the smalltalk that followed, my aunt and cousins fixed stares on me as we walked into the house. Mom and Julie acted like nothing was amiss. He's naked Angie, gasped, grabbing her beautiful blonde identical sister's arm. He's really naked. Nice birthday suit, me boy, Carol said with a hearty laugh, breaking the ice. We all moved into Carol's den and took a seat, all eyes on me. I was loving it and showed. Julie laughed. Already! Julie said. You just did it 10 minutes ago. Did what? Sharon asked. And I needed to do it again. Mom cut a glance at Aunt Carol, and she got the message. Carol smiled. Uh, Joey, your room's the first one on the right there, if you would like to go relax or something. My dick was throbbing. Um, thanks, Aunt Carol, I said. I think I will. I got up, smiled at mom and started to walk to the room, my hard dick bobbying in front of me, trying to avoid the gaze of my teasing sister, who sat between the two twins on the couch. She nudged them both then curled her right hand into a fist and started stroking it up and down in her crotch while pointing at me with her left hand. Julie burst out laughing as the two twins gasped with disbelief. She pulled my pittifully-stained cum rag from underneath her shirt and tossed it to me as I walked past her. Don't forget this!, she said. I closed the door behind me, and started stroking my dick, happy to see a full lenght mirror in the room. The three girls quickly ran to the door, standing outside of it. What's he doing in there, Sharon asked Julie. In her jeans and T-shirt, Julie reached down and started stroking an imaginary cock in her crotch. She moaned and bent her knees like she had seen me do so many times in the last week. Soon all three girls were laughing and pretending to jackoff outside my door. Mom and her sister could only smile. He's doing his thing in private for the twins' sake, Mom said to Aunt Carol. He'd just as soon masturbate out in the open. That's what he does at home. Carol let out a laugh. Well, he's not fooling anyone, that's for sure. Girls, said to her twin daughers. Y'all want to watch cousin Joey jerk his his cock? I know I wouldn't mind. Yes! the twins said in unison. Julie opened the door, giving the twins a view of me standing two feet from the mirror and lost in self-pleasure. Julie walked up behind me as the twins stepped inside. My dick was glistening with slippery pre-cum as it slid up and down my hands. Look at him go, Angie said. Mom and Aunt Carol now stood in the doorway. Julie noticed me licking a sheen of thick pre-cum from my lips, and pointed it out to the girls. He likes to taste himself, she told them. My brother the jerkoff artist. Tell us what you like to do, you pervert. Tell us. I was lost in passion. I love to jerkoff, I said, as my hand continued massaging pleasure from my lips. I was lost in the image of me in the mirror, front and center, jerking off and massaging my balls, while reveling in the sight of Julie, Sharon, Angie, Mom and Aunt Sharon filling the mirror behind me. Tell them how many times you beat your meat today, horny boy. I lost count I've beat off so many times, I moaned. Please, please let me cum. Go for it, the twins shouted. Just then I let out a groan as a powerful burst of cum shot from dick, moving forward at the image of a powerful burst of cum shooting from my dick in the mirror. The white stuff hit the mirror with such force that it splashed back onto my hands and belly as my knees buckled and I dropped to the ground. Sis helped me up and onto the bed, giving me a playful swat on my naked ass as I fell asleep in exhaustion. I woke up early, to the smell of bacon and eggs, gritts and biscuits. Good morning, Joey, the twins said as I came to the breakfast table where mom fixed me a plate and Aunt Carol sat staring at my for-once limp dick. My pecker popped to attention moments later, when my sister stepped into the room, though. Her creamy white, large tits bounced up and down, her brown nipples sticking out like errasors, a beautiful triangle of curly soft hair highlighting her naked pussy lips. The twins' eyes bugged wide open, Mom just stared and Carol smiled. Mornin', she said. Well? If he doesn't have to wear clothes, why should I? No reason at all, Carol said. My hand reached under the table. Now, now, Julie admonished me. You know Mom's rule -- no masturbating at the table. Besides, I'm gonna play with my cunt after breakfast. Anyone want to join me? Can we mom, the twins said. Sure, girls, Carol answered. All you kids eat your breakfast and go outside and jerkoff. Sounds like fun. Wish I could join you. No reason you can't actually, mom said to Aunt Carol. I think I might join you too. Sis intentionally poked her georgeuosly soft, white ass cheeks a few inches from my face as she took her time buttering her biscuit. We sat there, me and sis naked, the rest of the group clothed, eating a breakfast that lasted for an enternity, before we all stepped outside for a but butt naked mutual masturbation marathon that still lives in my mind. My allergy to clothes went away a week or so later, as Dr. Martin predicted. But mom and sis didn't want to take any chances, and banned the practice of wearing clothes except when absolutey necessary. Jerking off, on the other hand, was always a necessity. spurt, spurt, spurt. ahhhhh......