I normally leave out one important detail. Now, please, don’t misconstrue my words. I truly do these things, but I do them all, to use an idiom, naked as a jaybird. Honestly, I find it freeing – exactly what I need to re-energize my mind and soul. Of course, it is largely for comfort but there is an equally large piece that is meditative, cleansing. I have been a nudist for as long as I can remember but recently, I have fully embraced that I am a nudist naturist. You don’t know pure bliss until you walk out into your garden with your morning coffee, and feel the rising sun start to warm every inch of your skin. Or when you’re deep in the forest, with only your hiking boots on and a cool mountain breeze hits you, flying through your beard and chest hair, causing the hair on your nuts to sway like golden wheatfields on the plains. I will tell you, it feels so fucking amazing that it often forces my cock to attention. All of this to say, the before spoken travels are to nudist communities or nudist beaches and when I am home, I prune the shrubs, bush out.

This is where Noah comes into this story. I never casually walked around naked while raising him. However, now that he is an adult, in college, and I spend almost as much time INSIDE him, as WITH him, I decided to not hide it any longer. Besides, it is only the two of us and we are both men, so why not create the environment you are most comfortable in.

It was the last long weekend break before spring semester ended. Once I got home, I took off my clothes, walked into the study, poured my favorite scotch into a snifter and sat down at the computer. My intent was to work on my novel, but I got pulled into a black hole researching nudist campgrounds I had wanted to vacation at this summer. When I looked up, it was past midnight. My eyes were sore, my ass numb from sitting too long, so I turned off the computer and climbed the stairs to bed.

I had just turned off my lamp and closed my eyes when I heard the front door open. Noah was home. I was debating crawling out of bed and check in with him, but it was late, I was tired, and the little fucker should have been home earlier. A huge yawn made my decision for me.

The next morning, I made my way into the kitchen. With much-needed coffee in hand, I walked into the back yard and when the sun hit my naked flesh, it felt better than any hot shower. I slowly drank from my cup while I watered new plants and decided what yardwork I wanted to complete this afternoon. When I bent down to pick-up the garden hose, my balls were tickled by the prickly long grass, so mowing would be first on the list.

Back indoors, I made another cup of coffee and took a seat on the sofa. I tilted my head back and closed my eyes to meditate. After a few deep breaths, I begin to run my hands up and down my torso. I have always been obsessed with my body hair. Trimmed or grown out, I love how it feels against my hands. Plus, keeping myself in shape, it hugs my muscles, defines my cuts and makes my cock look impressively large. I started to tug on my dick, stroking it, feeling the veins protrude from the shaft and the hardening glans. I was lost in self-arousal when I heard, “Oh! I’m sorry.”

I opened my eyes and saw a still sleepy Noah standing there, “Sorry? You don’t need to be sorry. It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”

Noah joined me on the sofa and watched out of the corner of his eye as I smacked my enlarged cock back and forth on my thighs. I took a hold of my meat at the base and shook it, looking directly at him.

Noah watched, intrigued, shy but I could tell, also aroused.

“Want to help me out with this”?

Noah jumped to my side, wrapped both hands around my massive cock and slowly stroked me. He turned his head and asked, “can I”? I put my hand on the back of his head and lowered him onto the shaft as he took most of my length down his throat. I moaned as I felt his quivering lips get closer to the hair covered base.

“Good job!” I whispered, encouraging him to swallow more of the dick he was slobbering over.

I stood him up and had him undress. The sight of my naked boy always turns me into an animal. Ravenous for his asshole grasping my tongue, hungry to taste his juice, making him tender by rubbing my coarse beard up and down the ridged pucker, opening him so my girth can pound his hairless hole until I unleash my load.

When he was primed, I sat down and told him to ride me. Noah climbed on my lap as I held his smaller waist. Once he aligned his tight hole to my dick, I thrust my hips upwards causing it to give way allowing my head to carve its way inside. Noah moaned as I held him tightly and pulled him down on my throbbing spear. I took an ass cheek in each hand and started using my stepson as a living fleshlight. I felt my balls lift and fall against my own asshole, adding to the intensity of our copulation.

I hooked my arms under his thighs and stood, still rooted inside my boy, holding him lightly so his body weight would cause a complete impalement on my cock. When he felt the hair of my balls tickle his stretched hole, his eyes rolled back into his head. He wrapped his arms around my neck while I slammed his hairless hole with all my strength, wanting him to feel our fuck for hours after we’ve climaxed.

I bent him over the back of the sofa and smacked my cock head against his juicy gaping cavity. This time I slid in with no resistance. It welcomed my return, fully submitting itself to my dick, begging to be bred and painted in my cum. I edged myself past the point of merely enjoying using him for my pleasure. Feeling the ache in my balls, I jackhammered my cock deep, filling the room with the thumping, smacking sounds of a hole being owned by a man. One last twitch and my cock erupted, feeling my load travel up and out of my shaft, coating Noah’s rectum with another thick load.

I inspected my work as I pulled out and saw my twink was properly cream filled. A gob of thick white cum dropped from his hole and I knew that that pucker wouldn’t be shutting again for a few hours. I couldn’t resist and sank back inside and kissed Noah’s neck.

“Good boy!” I whispered.

As we climbed the stairs to shower, I couldn’t take my eyes off his tiny ass as my spunk was dripping out of it. I thought to myself that today could be the perfect time to introduce Noah to the joys of being outdoors au naturel. My cock started to stir at the idea of walking up behind him, his hole gaping and dripping, easily sliding in to enjoy a long afternoon fuck under the sun. Then I remembered that it is an extended weekend - even better, three long afternoons fucking under the sun.