by David Heulfryn
Max was the first who suggested it. I knew he was right when he explained what he thought I was. One night Max said that he thought I was a naturist. He explained that a naturist likes to live as much as their life naked. I told him that I would always be naked if I could.
Since that night when I went downstairs naked to get Max some painkillers, I’d been pushing the boundaries as far as I dared. There was nothing sexual about me being naked. My cock very rarely got hard while I was naked. It’s curious because I used to get erections all the time when I wore clothes.
When I was at Rick’s, I read as much as possible about naturism on the internet. Rick joked that he didn’t want me to take my clothes off whenever I was at his place. But then he quizzed me about why I liked being naked so much. I tried to explain, but I didn’t have the right words. I said that it started when I slept naked and how free I felt. I didn’t say anything about Max other than that he’s become used to me being naked in our bedroom.
Rick asked about getting hard. I told him that I didn’t get hard as it wasn’t a sexual activity. I just said to him that the more he did it, the less sexual it would become. I suggested that he start to sleep naked and see how it feels. The next day Rick grinned as he said how much he enjoyed it, but he admitted that his cock was hard and he had to wank off before getting to sleep.
I told Max I wanted to tell Mum and Dad that I was a naturist, and one weekend I did. Max was there when I asked if I could talk to them about something. Then I came out as a naturist.
Mum said they had noticed how much I liked to be naked and suggested it was just a phase while I was going through puberty and learning about how my body was changing. Why is everything a phase? It’s like you just don’t know what you want just because you are still a kid. I said I didn’t think it was a phase. Then they turned to Max and asked if he was a naturist too. He told them that he wasn’t and simply enjoyed sleeping naked but had no desire to walk around the house naked or even go outside naked.
They accepted that I was a naturist but wanted to talk about boundaries. I said that I would like to be naked at home if I wanted to. But Mum didn’t like the idea of me being naked and suggested I only be naked in the bedroom. We negotiated and compromised on the first floor. All the upstairs was acceptable, and I could be naked, but never downstairs and only on the second half of the stairs. Max counted the stairs, and we agreed on the top six stairs.
Mum also had another stipulation. I shouldn’t be naked when we had guests, including when I had friends over. I reluctantly agreed.
That weekend I was naked as much as possible. I did my homework and read my book naked while lying on my bed. Max didn’t care. He was dressed while I read and sat at the desk to finish his homework. Dad poked his head into our room to check on us. He asked how Max was coping with his bad shoulder, but Max had learned to manage, and although he still had a cast on his arm, he could write as normal and rarely wore his sling anymore.
I put on some underpants when Mum called us down for dinner. I wasn’t naked, but Mum wasn’t happy. Dad accused me of pushing things too far, so I went back upstairs to put some shorts on, but I remained bare-chested.
Dad laughed, Mum tutted, and Max smiled.
Max wrapped his good arm around my shoulder and kissed the top of my head. “You are so special, Finn.” He said to me. His words disarmed Mum, and we ate. I must admit that I felt a chill, and my nipples went hard and became almost painful.
After we ate, I went back upstairs. I stripped naked at the bottom of the stairs as a small act of rebellion, but as I did, I heard Dad tell Mum to let me get it out of my system. Mum said that she found it funny.
In my bedroom, I looked at my body in the mirror. There was nothing funny about it. My pubes were growing and formed an arc of lush light brown hair above my cock. My cock had grown, too, and my balls were hanging lower than usual. I put that down to not having them crushed against my body by my tight briefs.
After two weeks of spending as much time naked in my room, Mum got fed up with not seeing me very much and relented. The whole house was now available to me. Max was feeling better, and one night I snuggled up against him on the sofa. We were watching the television, but I noticed Mum was looking at me. I smiled and told her it is considered rude to stare in naturist circles.
Mum apologised and said she was just getting used to seeing me naked. I joked and suggested that she’d feel less uncomfortable if she joined me. She tutted, but Dad said it was a great idea and got up from his chair and started to strip. I sat up, shocked that he was doing it, but was disappointed when he kept his tight briefs on and sat back down. Max sighed, stood up and slowly and carefully took off his clothes. I expected him to keep his briefs on but was surprised when he slipped them off. Mum and Dad were also surprised. Max sat back down, and I snuggled up against him again. This felt better. Our skin touching.
Having Dad and Max do this to support me made me emotional. I held back a tear, but having them take me seriously, even though I was nearly fourteen, made me feel like they didn’t think of me as a little kid but as a young man who knew his own mind.
Mum would never strip off, and she disapproved of Dad stripping to his briefs. I wish he’d gone all the way to feel the full experience. Perhaps another time.
Max fidgeted, “Mum. I think I need some painkillers. My shoulder is beginning to ache.”
“I’ll get them.” I jumped up, eager to help him again. I came back with a glass of water and the pills. I stood in front of Max as he swallowed them. He handed back the glass, and I put it in the sink.
When I returned, Max struggled to get up and said he was going to bed.
“I’ll come too,” I told him.
“You don’t have to, Finn,” Max said.
“I know, but I want to.”
Mum and Dad watched their two naked teenage sons go to bed. We heard her tell Dad that he could get dressed as we left.
After brushing our teeth, Max took his usual position by the light switch and waited until I was in bed.
I snuggled under my duvet, and the room went dark. “How’s your shoulder?” I asked.
“It was fine until I strained it when I took my clothes off. I felt it twinge.”
“Sorry, Max. You didn’t have to.”
“I know, Min. But I wanted to. I wanted to show them that I support you. But Mum’s face was a picture.” Max chuckled.
“I know. I’m surprised Dad stripped off. It’s a pity he didn’t go all the way.”
“I’m surprised he went that far,” Max said.
“How did you feel being naked with me downstairs? Will you do it again? I hope you do. I liked it. It was nice not to be the only naked person in a room with clothed people.”
“I can’t promise anything. But I did enjoy it. I might do it occasionally.”
“Thanks, Max. I appreciate it.”
We heard someone coming up the stairs. I thought it was too early for Mum and Dad to go to bed. Our bedroom door opened, and I noticed the silhouette of Dad in the doorway, backlit by the landing lights. He flicked on the light switch, and when my eyes adjusted, I gasped. Dad was naked.
“You left your clothes downstairs, Max.” Dad came into the room and put his clothes on our desk.
“I can’t believe you did it, Dad,” I said excitedly.
Dad laughed and sat on my bed. “Well, your Mum was surprised too.”
“What made you do it?” I couldn’t stop smiling.
“Things are changing, Finn.” Dad patted my leg through the duvet. “I’ve got this new job, which is very good. It might mean we could move to a bigger house. You and Max could have your own rooms.”
“No, Dad.” My stomach lurched at the thought of Max not being here at night. “We don’t want that. We like sharing.”
“What do you think, Max?” Dad looked over at him.
“I like it how it is. I’m not sure I want my own room.” Max said honestly.
“But what about when you fall out, have an argument? You might need your own space.” Dad reasoned.
“We’ve not fallen out for a long time.” I quickly told him.
“There might be other reasons Max might want his own room,” Dad said.
“Dad,” I smiled, “we’ve sorted all that out and give each other privacy when needed.” I looked at Max, and he blushed. I knew he was alluding to masturbation.
“Well, let’s just see how things work out.”
“Are you seriously thinking of moving house, Dad?” Max asked.
“We’re talking about it to cut down my long commutes. But there’s more to consider. You will need to move schools, and your Mum and I aren’t sure it’s best to uproot us at the moment.” Dad looked at Max, “You’ve got your exams in just over a year, Max.” Dad then looked back at me. “And you both have friends here. It would take you both away from your friends.”
“What about James?” Max suddenly realised he would be taken away from his boyfriend. “I can’t leave him.”
“That’s another thing to think about, Max.” Dad looked at him again. “Your Mum and I know how much he means to you, and you to him. We don’t care that he’s a boy and not a girl. We both have been through it and understand this is not just puppy love.”
“I love him, Dad.” Max sounded upset.
“I know, Max. That’s why it is a big decision and not one we’ll make lightly.” Dad looked at each of us in turn, “and it’s not a decision we will make without both of you. It’s still early, and we’re not selling up yet, but I wanted to talk to you boys and let you know. You need time to think about it, and if you’re anything like me, one day, you’ll want to move, and the next, you’d want to stay. We all need time to work out what we want.” Dad patted my leg again, “but we’ll make this decision as a family.”
“Thanks, Dad,” I said. “What does Mum think?”
“Well, believe it or not, you’re Mum is being flexible. She has no fixed idea and would move anywhere as long as we were all together. Her biggest concern is you boys.” Dad looked back at Max. “She only wants you boys to be happy and thinks moving might be too much for you.”
“Dad?” Max looked nervous. “If we don’t want to move, does that mean we won’t move?”
“I promise you, Max. Unless we all agree, we won’t be going anywhere.”
Max heaved a sigh of relief.
“But we are thinking of other options. One is that I find a small place to rent closer to work. But that would mean I’m away from you all in the week and only back at weekends.”
“We hardly see you in the week now.” I reached out and touched his hand.
“I know, Finn. I miss you boys and your Mum when I’m away. But don’t worry, any changes are months away. Just think about what you want.”
“Dad?” I whined like a little boy, “are you going to join me in being a naturist?”
Dad laughed. “No, Finn. It was fun today, but I feel weird with everything hanging out. But you boys are so brave, especially at your ages. Teenage boys are usually so shy about their bodies. I bet not many fathers out there have seen their teenage sons naked.”
“And not many teenage sons have seen their father naked.” I giggled.
Dad stood up, and I carefully looked at his naked body. “Well, I’m not so different to you boys.”
I got out of bed and stood next to Dad. “Turn around,” I told him so Max could see our backsides. “Mum said I’ve got your arse. Max, take a look. What do you think?”
Max laughed. “I can’t believe this. You’re asking me to compare my Dad’s arse to my little brother’s arse.”
“Just do it, Max,” I told him firmly.
Max thought. “Well, yours is pert, Finn, with cute little dimples.”
“Stop perving my arse, Max. Just compare.” I giggled.
“Dad’s is similar. He’s got those dimples, but it sags a little, not as pert.”
“Thanks, Max.” Dad tutted, “Now your saggy-arsed Dad will leave you two boys to get to sleep.”
I hugged Dad. “Max, do you feel up for a group hug?” I asked.
Max began to get up. I went over to him and pulled his duvet off him to make it easier. I took his good arm and helped him up to his feet.
The three of us hugged.
“I love you, boys,” Dad said.
“I love you too, Dad.” Max and I said in unison.
We broke apart, and I helped Max back into bed. Dad stood by the door, his hand hovering over the light switch. He waited until I was in bed before he turned off the light.
“Good night, boys,” Dad said.
“Night, Dad.” Max and I again said in unison.
As Dad went downstairs, Max let out a long sigh. “Fucking hell, Min.”
“I’m not sure I want to move. I can’t leave James.”
“I know. But Dad said we need to think about it. Think about what would happen if we did move. How you could still be with James.”
“I will, Min.”
“It will mean a big upheaval. We’d move away from our friends and change schools. We’d have to make new friends. You’d have to change rugby teams. What if there isn’t a gymnastics club where we end up living.”
“It’s not happening soon. Let’s think about it and talk about it in a few days.” I suggested.
“Good idea.” Max said, “besides, I quite like the idea of having my own bedroom.” He chuckled.
“Don’t you dare, Max!”
“Just kidding, Min. I’m not ready to be without you yet.
“Thanks, Max. I love you.”
“I love you too, Min.”
We drifted off to sleep. I dreamt of a new life in a new town with new friends.
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Great achievement with Finn and Max, David. They’re truly adorable. Thank you xx
Can we assume the stud mooning us is daddy-dearest? Anyway great buns.
Awesome update. That was quite a big leap their father made. Not only stripping to his underwear at first, but the biggest leap was him entering their bedroom fully naked. Add that to the fact both boys spent the evening sitting naked on the couch, the fact Finn is a naturist seems to rub off on the rest of the family.
Now you started mentioning Cockaigne in this story, I am sure they – atleast the male part of the family – will fit in perfectly there. I guess the biggest hurdle to take is not the move, but can Max be persuaded to be further apart from James for the good of the rest of the family.
As sad as it may be, for me as a reader, it would be great to see a new addition to the ‘Cockaigne Chronicles’. This also might inspire guest writers like Firefish and Naked Justice to start posting new chapters. The number of possibilities and adventures for Max and Finn will grow exponentially. I can already picture coach Peters visiting the boys for the jockstrap advice!