Outed

The light began flickering the moment Stu opened the fridge door. A second later, it illuminated a flare as bright as it had ever been. Blinking at the intensity, he instantly closed his eyes and missed the point where the globe ceased functioning at all.

“Shit.” He uttered involuntarily. He let his eyes adjust and resumed his food scouting expedition now in the dark. A minute later he sat at the kitchen bench with a tub of ice cream on his left and a carrot in his mouth.

“You only had dinner 40minutes ago.” Ventured Kevin as he entered from the lounge, coffee cup in hand.

“Yeah?” replied Stuart, waiting for his father to get to the point.”

“How can you be hungry?”

“Dunno, just am.” Confirmed the teenager as he swallowed the first half of his carrot.

“I’m sure I didn’t eat like you when I was sixteen.”

“Dad, I’m eighteen in seven months. How come you keep thinking I’m a kid?”

“You’re right, my mistake. As you were.”

“What?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Have you finished that paper due Friday?”

“Most of it. Tim is coming over later, we’ll upload his part and put them together. Can you read it when we’re done?”

“Print me out a copy. I want to watch the Hockey first.”

Coffee refilled, Kevin returned to the lounge, again reassuring himself that all 17-year olds ate constantly. Especially ones as well built, and active as his son.

Kevin and Stuart had carved themselves an enviable relationship for, father and son. It had just been the two of them since Helen had first been struck down with illness, and then succumbed to it when Stuart was just two.    

Around eight the front door rattled as Tim let himself in. He lived with his folks and kid sister, two blocks north. He’d been letting himself in, and also raiding the fridge since he was in grade school.

“Mr B.” He greeted as Kevin turned towards the noise and saw Tim’s 5’10” frame close the door behind him. He and Stuart almost matched heights, they were both going to be over six foot when they were fully cooked.

“Tim, how was practice?”

“Coach was pissed with our effort on Saturday.”

“Coach is always pissed.”

“True. Stu upstairs?”

“Working on that paper.”

“Why I’m here.” He ambled up the stairs, ruck sack draped over his shoulder.

*

The pair of teenagers dived directly into the school paper. It took 40 minutes to marry the sections and polish the wording. As regular partners across multiple subjects, they worked together seamlessly. As the final draft emerged from the printer, Stu snatched it up and took it down stairs.

“Dad can you check this?”

“Yeah, the game is done in five. Everyone’s talking about this Luke Harris guy.”

“The rookie?”

“Yeah, he’s good, but he’s not great.”

“Can you name a better new talent this year.”

“No, I’ve already tried. Anyways, I’ll look at this in a minute.”

“No rush, not due until Friday, thanks.”

Through the years, Kevin had taken an active role in Stuart’s studies, the trend continued with the boy now relying on his father’s critical eye. The kid had his mind set on being an engineer, like his father, but Kevin wasn’t sure he was a match for the profession. He’d work it out for himself, but he could do worse than build bridges.

*

“Dad will look later.”

“Ok.”

“You sleeping over?”

“Yeah.”

“We should talk about you making good, Timmy boy.”

“You know I will, you just need to pull your finger out and name it. I’m so pissed off.”

“A bet’s a bet man.”

“I’m not pissed about that. It’s just I had you on toast until you pulled that lift out of your arse.”

“I’ve done 142 before!”

“You have fucken not, you just got lucky.”

“Well cry all you want, your pain is my call.”

The friends had had a secret wagering pact against each other for years. The pattern which had evolved with no foresight, was where they each had to complete the same task. The winner got to choose the loser’s ‘pain’. Through the years, there had been some epic losing tasks, mainly focused on embarrassing the vanquished. The total score remained almost even.

Of the few rules, one was that a ‘pain’ couldn’t be revisited. Once the winner had nominated a naked swim across the local park’s ornamental lake, that punishment was stricken off the list. It meant that the ‘pains’ were escalating, and coming up with new ones, was taking longer.

Stuart’s win in last week’s bench press challenge, had been a typical narrow victory. With matching heights, weights and body structures, outcomes were always close. The by-product of this challenge quirk of their friendship, was a deeply ingrained trust of each other. They would never betray each other despite how annoyed they regularly were with their shadow.    

“Want to watch some porn?”

“Cool.”

The friends had started watching porn in each other’s company a month prior. It was an exciting new dimension to their friendship. Stu kicked his desktop into gear and opened his latest porn acquisition, ‘Hot Babes Poolside’. He adjusted the screen to face the pair of gaming chairs each occupied.

“This one was rated 8.2 of 10.” He informed.

“Excellent.” Added Tim. As the opening scene rippled in to focus.

“Wow, this chick has great tits, and it’s only the start.”

The woman’s performance began in earnest, as she encouraged two rough looking characters to come upstairs. The friends watched closely, as the trio fucked wildly.

“You know,” began Stu cautiously, “we both know we do it, let’s take our cocks out and jack off side by side. What do you think?”

“I’m keen if you are.” Confirmed Tim as he began to loosen his pants, Stu followed.

The pair had seen each other naked hundreds of times, every week after the game was just the start. They’d played at least eight seasons on the same team, and post-match showers were the norm. Tonight, was something different, tonight the nudity had a previously unexplored sexual element to it.

As they cleared their clothing, they retook their seats and initiated the second scene. It was hot as the first. These women were amazing, their appetite for sex unquenchable. The friends kept their gazes forward as they slowly worked their cocks with increasing confidence.

As the scene became repetitive, Stu swung his chair back and forth. Still working his meat, he bumped his knee against Tim’s leg.

“Turn this way a bit man, show me you working your dick.” Tim complied, his right hand gripping his meat firmly. “This is cool man, I’m so horny.”

“Me too man, I didn’t get a chance to blow this morning.”

“Cool, how often do you do it?”

“Least once a day man,”

“Me too,” confirmed Stu, “sometimes more.”

Dude, stop pumping for a minute, just hold the top.” Instructed Stu.

“You’ve got a nice dick I think we’re about the same size.” Stu had stopped jerking and matched Tim’s hold.

“Yeah, I reckon you’re right. Want to measure?”

“Hell yeah! Great idea. Let me get a ruler.”

With an agreed accuracy method, they measured each other, remaining hard the whole time. 

“So, I’m a centimeter longer at 17 and you’re a centimeter thicker at 15.”

“At least I know where my centimeter went.” Laughed Tim. Stu joined him.

“You want to finish off? I’m still horny.”

“Yeah! I’m not letting this hard-on go to waste.” Said Stu as he returned to his seat and un-paused the clip. The boys immediately picked up from where they left off.

“Oh man, I’m getting close.” Declared Tim as he worked his meat. He made eye contact with Stu who had stopped and had a weird look. “What’s wrong?” Asked Tim as he slowed.

“I wanna see what it’s like to hold yours.” Revealed Stu.

“Really?” Quizzed Tim. “That would be cool! I’ll work yours at the same time.”

The pair pulled their chairs as close as they could and scooted in their seats to be within an easy arm’s length of each other. Stu closed his fist around Tim’s length.

“Oh man, first time I’ve touched a dude’s meat.”

Tim moved to copy his friend’s grip. Together they worked each other, they were both dripping. The heat was electric.

“Man, my cock feels so good, the different grip, the different moves. It’s like I don’t know what to expect.” Explained Stu.

“Me too, me too.” Revealed Tim, breathlessly. “Man, I think I’m gunna blow, don’t stop! Oh fuck!” Tim exploded upwards splattering his crisp abs.

“Oh shit, oh shit!” Stu matched the release a second later. Both of the teenagers collapsed in their seats, utterly spent and rippling in seed.

As they cooled, Stu grabbed a towel from his bed top and after wiping his dick end, and torso, he tossed it to his counterpart. He pulled on a pair of shorts as Tim sought to clean himself up.

“Man, I’ve had a wicked idea of what your pain is going to be.” Declared Stu.

“What?” Quizzed Tim cautiously, suddenly on edge. Stu pulled his tee shirt down as he spoke. Tim was frozen in anticipation.

“Well, you know it’s a mega pain event.” Said Stu laying the groundwork.

“Yeah, I know. The only reason I agreed to the fucken extension was I was sure I was going to beat you.” Added Tim seeking to justify why he had agreed to the four-month period.”

“Well dude, for the next four mo..” Stu’s sentence was interrupted with a knock on the door. “Yeah.”

“I’ve got your assignment.” Said his father from the other side of the wood.

“Let me get dressed.” whispered Tim urgently.

“Nah, stay as you are.” Stu directed. “You can keep the towel if you want, but play along. You and Dad will learn your pain together.”

“What?” Tim pleaded, confused. “What th…”

“Come in Dad.” Called Stu.

“Not much to add,” started Kevin as he walked in holding the paper forward, “The figures on page three don’t add…” the father stopped as he took in Tim’s nudity. “Umm…”

“Dad.” Started Stu, drawing his father’s attention back to him. “Tim’s been wanting to tell you something, to ask you something.” Stu paused. “But, he’s too nervous.”

“Ok.” Replied Kevin, unsure but regrouping quickly. This was a teenage boy thing then.

“Tim’s been a nudist for a while now. But only at his folk’s place. He wanted to know if it was ok to go nude here too? You know, build his confidence.”

Both Kev and Tim were gobsmacked. Kevin recovered marginally sooner.

“Well Tim, I’d hope by now you’d treat this place as your home too.” Kevin started tentatively, almost thinking on his feet. “You’re welcome here in any state, even ‘all natural’. Thanks for asking, I’m proud you feel so comfortable. I’m impressed you’re finding out who you are, good work.” He praised, then stopped.

“Ahh, thanks Mr. B. it won’t be all the time, just occasionally around the pool.”

“Tim, you’ve come this far,” said Stu jumping in to head his friend’s escape off. “You’re nude 24/7 at home, we’d hope you’d treat here the same way. Dad’s said it’s ok, no point in being shy now.”

“That’s true Tim.” Interjected Kevin, “I’d be disappointed if you felt any less freedom here. I’ve always considered you Tim’s proxy brother.” Tim was trapped.

“Thanks Mr. B I appreciate you saying that.” Replied Tim knowing that Kevin was coming from a place of care.

“Ok, well, you know where the coat hooks are near the door, I’ll free one up for you.” Kevin offered. “Thanks for treating us like home young man.”

Kevin left closing the door behind him. As he made his way down stairs, he contemplated that kids never stop surprising him, a nudist for god’s sake!

“What the fuck man! What the fuck!” declared Tim as he jumped to his feet and pounded his fist into his friend’s upper arm. Stu was a raucous of laughter, as he remained seated and sought to fend off the quarter strength blows.

“Holy fuck man! That’s the best pain yet!” he howled. “I can’t believe it just came to me.”

“That’s bullshit man, that’s too full on.” Whined Tim, as he collapsed back to his chair. Almost winded by the whole idea. Fuck he’d been caught by a master stroke!

“Oh man, you have to admit that’s epic!” Exclaimed Stu, all smiles and utterly enjoying himself. He stayed silent forcing his friend to speak. It took a full minute.

“All right,” Tim finally relented. “It is epic, but fuck man, a fucken nudist!”

“If you’d thought of it, you’d have me doing it in a heart-beat.” Smiled Stu, “Just like last year where I had to wear only red girl’s panties for two months.”

“Yeah, that was epic too, but I already know you’re gunna make me do four months of this shit!”

“It’s true nudist boy, it’s true.” Teased Stu.

“Fuck man, fuck!” spat Tim. Knowing he’d never welsh, and smiling inside at his friend’s spur of the moment ingenuity.

*

Tim’s ‘Bolton’s’ house reality began next morning. As he emerged from the en suite bathroom adjoining Stu’s bedroom he found his friend almost fully dressed.

“Hurry up, Dad just called us for breakfast.” Said Stu as he finished lacing his Asic’s. Tim tossed his towel in the hamper and reached for his underwear.

“You won’t be needing that sunshine.” Declared Stu. “You’re a nudist remember.” Prompted the blonde-haired youth.

“Yeah, right.” Said Tim flatly.

“Come on, let’s go.” Urged Stu, as he stood holding the door open and gesturing towards the opening.

“You’re a fuck, you know that?” asserted Tim as he made his way to the passage and down stairs. Stu just smiled back.

When he arrived at the kitchen, he saw that Kevin had readied breakfast and was getting himself a coffee. If the father was surprised that Tim carried through on ‘his’ request to be naked, it didn’t show. In fact, what was shocking to the bare skinned teen was that the ritual seemed almost the same as every other time he’d had breakfast in the same seat.

When they were done, the boys stood at the sink to wash up. It was an unstated payback for having a warm meal on the table, when they came downstairs. As Stu washed and Tim moved around the kitchen putting away the dried items, Kevin was struck how close to a man the boy was becoming. His fifteen and sixteen-year-old scrawny frame was history, his ‘man’ body was filling out, another year and the boy would be close to his final form.

Naked, it was impossible to ignore his junk flopping left and right as he strode around the kitchen fulfilling his crockery depositing mission. If he was anything like his son. They were both in the medium to large ‘hung’ category.

“A nudist. Who knew? he thought to himself as he picked up his paper and drained his coffee. Listening to the boys talk about the upcoming game, the new temp teacher in chem, and the general politics of their final year of high school. He was struck by how irrelevant, one being naked seemed. He reasoned the pair saw themselves in the showers after every game, but the ease with which the friends conversed was a joy to listen to.    

“That was weird,” declared Tim, back in the bedroom and finally dressing for school.

“It was at the start, but after a few minutes the rest of breakfast seem normal.” Observed Stuart.

“That’s what I mean. That was the weird part.”

The pair shrugged, finished up and ambled as only late teenagers can, to catch the 8.16 on Gladstone.

*

School was school for the entire day. In their senior year Stu and Tim crisscrossed paths all day through their various subjects. Finishing with double calculus was always a Thursday afternoon nightmare. When the release bell came it wasn’t a minute too early.

“Oh my god!” whined Tim, “Three problems for home work. There’s two hours shot dead already.”

“That tangent line one will take me all night on its own.” Agreed Stuart. “Remind me why I want to be an engineer?”

“It’s you seeking approval from your father, because of the general disappointment you are.” Quipped Tim. Leaving Stu momentarily speechless.

“You fuck.” He spat back after recovering. They both laughed and made for their lockers.

“I hope coach goes a bit easier on us tonight.”

“Imagine how bad it would be if we were losing.” Replied Tim.

“Hey I think it’s Alex’s birthday today.” Said Stu. “I wonder who’s got what planned.”

“It will be the usual humiliation stuff.” Suggested Tim.

“No way. He gets right into birthday torture. More than a few of the guys will be looking to payback his treatment of them.” Predicted Stu.

As it turned out, Stuart was closer to the mark.

When the friends arrived in the team locker room there was a crush around the open doorway into the gang shower area. The team was alive with hoots and yelling, some event was happening in the wet zone.

No sooner had Stu and Tim opened their lockers when Coach arrived at the main door.

“Lined up in seven or it’s extra laps for all he boomed.”

General panic broke out among the team as the guys hurried to ready themselves. Whatever was happening in the tiled area, wasn’t worth risking the wrath of Coach.

As Tim and Stu made for the exit, they both looked in the shower. They saw an almost naked Alex, duct taped chest down to a gym bench which had been dragged in from next door. Arms behind his back were taped to his pulled back ankles. He had what looked like a football sock tied around his head, a knotted bulge halfway along formed a gag.

Some sort of cord had been looped around his neck. It strained back to his tighty-whitie briefs, now held in a permanent wedgie between his arse cheeks. His ample tackle hung out the side of his underwear and over the back edge of the gym bench.

The boy’s predicament was one of the more extreme birthday hazings Stu and Tim had seen. The pair walked around to Alex’s front, essentially to let him know they’d been there. It wasn’t worth it. The second football sock had been used as a blind fold.

“Mmmmgh! Mmmmgh!” Alex pleaded through his gag on detecting their presence. Stu waved a hand in front of his face, nothing. Tim put his finger to his lips indicating not to say anything. He’d clearly struck on an idea. He stepped back behind the guy and knelt.

Reaching forward he gently took Alex’s five-inch flaccid cock in his grip and slowly started to work it up and down. Alex instantly struggled wildly but he wasn’t going anywhere, Tim kept up his effort and within a minute the cock he worked was firming fast.

Stu reached up to the hair conditioning dispenser on the wall and squeezed a dine sized splash in his hand. Tim saw the idea and cleared the way for his friend to play. Alex continued to wriggle and complain through his gag. He was hard now and breathing heavily around his mouth stopper. The stimulation was driving him to an inevitable rut, his hips started to buck, further driving the wedgie to torture his crack.

Tim now, hand lubricated, flagged to Stu it was his turn. The guys were all excited smiles and rock hard in their own shorts. As Tim resumed working Alex’s seven-inch length, top to bottom. Stu returned to the restrained boy’s head and untied the gag.

“You fuckers!!” spat Alex, as soon as his jaw was free. Get off me you bastards.” Tim slowed his pace and worked on milking the meat top to bottom. With his left hand he gently caressed and tickled the guys nuts. Alex’s tone changed immediately; he was now immersed in sexual sensory overload. His mind was being driven by the needs of his body.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he mouthed as he bucked his hips, the little he could. He was doing his best to add to his gratification. “Oh gee’s, oh god!” as Tim worked his junk like a master masseur. Tim stopped and withdrew his touch.”

“No, no,” pleaded the panic ridden youth. “Don’t leave me like this, I’m on the edge. Please, please!” Tim resumed after an eternal ten second wait.

“Thank you, thank you!” praised Alex, “please finish me, I need to blow, I ne….”

“Uuuugh, uuuugh!” the boy grunted as he unloaded a bucket.

When Stu saw the guy was going to nut, he knelt beside Tim and held the gag below the straining cock. The knotted bulge was quickly drenched in the seed of 17-year-old youth. Tim milked the length to drain every drop.

Alex was dripping in sweat and gasping for air.

“Oh man, thank you, thank you.” He said between breaths, “I thought you were going to leave me. Thank you.”

Gag in hand Stu motioned Tim to return to the main locker room. Even before Tim caught up, Stu had his rock-hard cock free from his shorts and was working his length. He held the cum drenched gag in his left hand, in front of his dick. Tim instantly knew what he intended and immediately dragged his own cock free.

Super horny from what they’d just done in the shower room, they each blew in less than a minute and a half. They doubled the liquid seed coating the bulge.

As soon as Tim squeezed his last drip from the end of his meat Stu returned to Alex, still restrained but now breathing normally.

“Man, let me go, man.” Pleaded Alex as he heard Stu return. Stu knelt at the guy’s head and swiftly returned the gag from where he’d originally taken it.” Alex protested for a second, then must have realised the gag was now cum coated. His objections escalated, but the deal was done. Stu retied the sock behind his head, and returned to a smiling Tim watching from the door. What an astonishingly horny event!

The pair booked it to join the squad, gaining an extra four laps each from Coach for their tardiness.

“Sorry Coach, we had to work back.” Tim excused.

“Do I look like I give a shit, Baxter. Four laps or I’ll just keep adding if you don’t shut your trap.” Tim didn’t utter another sound.

Strangely the team didn’t seem to have noticed that Tim and Stu had actually arrived in the team room on time. Stu reflected on their walk home, it was probably because they were so distracted with Alex and the Coach yelling at them.