

The Nudist and the New Roommate
By nudemac ©

Revised 04/19/08


My name is Bob and I’m an avid nudist. I have a great, three day
a week job, which pays well.  I go to the local gym regularly, I
enjoy bicycling and going out with my friends. Since I broke up
with my girlfriend Sue, I've been living alone in a large two
bedroom apartment.

I was at the local supermarket shopping when the rent ads on the
bulletin board caught my eye. Reading them, I didn’t find any
that seemed promising, so I placed one of my own.

Looking for roommate
21y to 35y, non smoking, non alcohol
Not offended by nudist lifestyle.
Call for interview.

The very next day there was a message on my answering machine
from someone named Michael who was interested in renting the
spare bedroom. Since he was going out of town for a few days, he
said he had asked his mother to call and set up an appointment
for an interview.

Two days later I received a call from a woman who left her number
with the following message:

“Hi, my name is Mildred.  My son saw your ad and is interested in
an interview. Please call me at ###-####.”

I called Mildred and found out Michael was a high school graduate
enrolled at San Francisco State and was due to begin classes in 3
weeks. He was 19 and lived in the East Bay with his parents, but
wanted to stay in the city during the school week and commute
home weekends and holidays.

Michael had gone to Reno with his father and had asked his mother
to set up a meeting this Thursday for an interview. I told
Mildred I was 32, a lot older than Michael, and I didn’t think
having a teenager for a roommate, especially one just starting
college, was such a good idea.

Somehow in our lengthy conversation, Mildred managed to persuade
me to set up the interview. The subject of my being a nudist
never came up.

As usual, I was home nude when the doorbell rang. Not being an
exhibitionist, I keep an old pair of running shorts hanging on
the door knob which I use when the door bell rings unexpectedly
or I’m expecting non nudist company.

Michael was a good looking, well mannered kid. He told me about
himself and his expectations. He didn’t do drugs or alcohol and
he didn’t have a girlfriend. He said his friends called him Mike
and he was looking forward to moving away from home and going to
college.

“Look Bob, I’ll be honest with you” he said. “I really want to
live here. It’s close to school and my parents will pay the rent,
I won’t be inviting my friends overnight or having wild parties,
I’ll be too busy studying.”

“Do your parents know I’m a nudist?” I asked.

“They don’t know,” he answered.

“Are you planning on telling them?” I asked?

 “Not right now anyway. I don’t think they need to know,” he
answered back.

I don’t know why, call me crazy, but I agreed to take him on as a
roommate. I gave him a key to the apartment and he handed me a
check for 3 months rent. Next thing I know, he was outside
collecting stuff from his car to bring in.

The following Monday when I got home from work I noticed Mike had
been there fixing up his room. He left me a note asking me if I
cared to join him and his mother for dinner next Sunday evening.

His mother was a beauty who certainly didn’t look like she was in
her forties. She was stylishly dressed in a clinging blouse which
accentuated her obviously braless breasts. Her skirt was a trifle
short, but she had gorgeous legs, and it formed to her nice round
ass. Even though our conversation was mostly about Michael, I
noticed her watching me a few times and that her nipples got hard
when she was caught peeking. I was told that her husband owned
several car dealerships in the East Bay which kept him busy. She
assured me she wasn’t one of those mothers who would be calling
all the time or worse yet come over unexpectedly. She did give me
her private number in case of emergency.

She dropped us off around 10 pm. Mike had to get up early the
next day, so he went right to bed. I took a shower and then
watched the late night news on TV before heading to bed.

The next morning I woke up with the queerest feeling. I was nude
standing in front of the John peeing. I wasn’t in the habit of
closing doors, so I noticed Mike walk by on his way to the
kitchen. After I finished, I headed to the kitchen.

“You’re naked!” Mike exclaimed when he saw me.

“Yup, I am, so don’t go freaking out or acting silly” I said
walking toward the coffee pot.

“Oh! No, I won’t,” he replied staring at me.

“Mike, haven’t you seen a nude guy before?” I asked pouring
myself a cup of coffee.

“Uh! Ummm, yea I have.  I don’t want you to think I’m weird or
anything like that, I just wasn't expecting you to be naked", he
said rushing his words out.

"It’s ok if you want to go around naked. Honest! It doesn’t
bother me at all.” he said his eyes glued to me as I walked about
the room making myself breakfast.

I’m not a bad looking guy. I’m 5’9” tall 140 lbs, with black hair
and blue eyes. I have hairy legs and a hairy butt. My chest has
some hair around the nipples and I have a treasure trail from my
belly button to my thick black pubes. I have a fat, uncut cock
and I shave my balls.

“Mike, can I ask you something?” I said as I sat down at the
table.

“Yea, sure, go ahead”, he answered.

“How many nudists do you know?” I asked.

“Err…none I guess”, he answered.

“I thought so! Well being a nudist isn’t the same thing as being
an exhibitionist. I like going nude because I feel comfortable
being nude. If I don’t feel comfortable, I won’t go nude”, I
explained to him.

“Sorry Bob, I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable”, he
said.

“Don’t worry Mike. I know it’s new to you, so how about we make a
deal?” I asked.

“Yea sure Bob, anything you say,” he said.

“If it doesn't bother you then it won't bother me”, I said
winking at him

“Oh! And Mike, if you're up to it, I won’t say anything if you go
nude too”, I added with a big smile.

“Oh, I don’t know if I can. I don’t think I have a nice body like
you do”, he said.

“Mike, having a nice body or not has nothing to do with being a
nudist”, I answered.

“Listen Mike; first try it in small increments. Start by sleeping
nude. Next, try going to the bathroom nude. The rest will follow
naturally”, I said.

A short time later Mike left for school. I was off that day, so
after cleaning up I went for a bike ride. I returned home late in
the afternoon, tired and sweaty from my ride.

Mike was home watching TV.

“Hi, how was your first day of college?” I asked pulling off my
tank top.

“Wow, it was very exciting. I’m really going to like college,” he
answered.

We chatted for a few minutes before I excused myself and headed
for the shower.

After showering I dried myself off and headed to the kitchen and
made myself a sandwich, then joined Mike in the living room.

It didn’t take Mike long to get used to my nudity. In fact, the
next few weeks went by uneventfully. I had a few friends over,
mostly bike riding buddies. The fact that I was nude and some of
my friends were women didn’t seem to bother Mike.

It was after one of my long weekend ride with my buddies that
things started to change.

I love everything there is about riding bikes except sore legs.
No matter how much I warmed up or stretched before and after my
rides, I suffered from sore, achy legs.

I was on the living room floor, doing leg isometrics, attempting
to relieve some of the soreness in my legs. I held my legs up and
out flexing my foot and tightening and relaxing my leg muscles.

Mike walked in and asked me what I was doing.

“Oh, my legs get really sore, especially after long rides, so I
do isometric exercises to help relieve the soreness,” I answered.

“I don’t know how to give a proper massage, but if you’d like me
to, I can rub your leg muscles. That might help”, he said.

“If you don’t mind, that would be awesome”, I replied gratefully.

He knelt in front of me between my legs.

Mike rubbed and squeezed my calves and then my thighs. I did not
feel uncomfortable being nude while Mike knelt between my legs
massaging me. After hundreds of massages from my masseur, I was
pretty used it. What did surprise me was how much Mike seemed to
enjoy it.

After finishing and washing his hands, he sat down on the sofa to
watch TV while I remained sprawled on the floor in front of him.


After few minutes he asked, “Bob, would you mind if I asked you a
personal question?”

I looked up at him and said “No I don’t mind, but if it’s
something that I think is none of your business, I’ll let you
know.”

“Yea sure, I understand,” he replied asking, “How come you shave
your balls?”

Laughing and at the same time pulling my cock to the side
exposing my shaved balls to him I looked up and saw him staring
at me wide eyed.

 “I shave my balls because I like the smooth feel and because I
love having them sucked”, I said.

“What? You mean girls suck on your balls?” he asked surprised.

“Well yea!!  Mostly girls, anyway,” I said.

“Wow! I thought just your cock got sucked. I had no idea you
could get your balls sucked too.” He said.

Laughing even more I said, “I love getting my balls sucked and I
go ape shit when I get my asshole licked.”

“No way, Dude that’s nasty” He exclaimed.

I sat up straight, laughing even harder.

“I’ll bet you’re still a virgin.” I said.

Mike blushed turning a deep red color. I reached up and messed
his hair and I thanked him for the great leg rub.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to use your services again next time
I have sore legs”, I said.

Smiling and nodding yes, he said “Sure thing Bob, anytime you
want me to, just let me know.”

During the next few weeks Mike didn’t go nude but he did start
wearing less and less clothes, occasionally just his boxers. I
was nude all the time.

I have never been bashful about being nude. But for some reason
having Mike around brought out the exhibitionist is me. I liked
showing myself off. There were times I know he saw my hairy
butthole and he didn’t complain or seem upset. In fact, I think
he enjoy it.

Things changed more the day he saw me jacking off.

I’d been out on a date and was expecting to get laid. As it
turned out, instead of pussy all I got was a terrible case of
blue balls.

I had been out all night and didn’t get home till early morning.
I undressed and through myself on my bed. I was restless and
unable to sleep. Eventually I lost track of time, I closed my
eyes and started jacking off.

My cock was at full mast. One hand was working my cock the other
pinching and pulling my nipples. I felt that familiar tingling
sensation in my balls and knew I was getting close to cuming.
Excited and moaning loudly, I arched my back raising my hips off
the bed. I pumped my cock faster, shooting a large load of cum on
myself. As I lay there gasping, my chest expanding and sucking
air in, I slowly opened my eyes just in time to see Mike quietly
backing out of my room.

I realized the little shit had been watching me jack off. Too
tired and exhausted to get up and confront him, I fell asleep.

I woke up after Mike had left, all covered in dried cum. I
showered and after eating a light breakfast, I went for a long
walk. I thought about what he had seen last night and how best to
deal with the situation.

I came home a few hours later. Mike was in the living room
watching TV.

“You were up early this morning”, I said greeting him.

“My alarm woke me up same time as always”, he answered.

Were you spying on me this morning?” I asked

“No I wasn’t. I heard noise coming from your room. I thought
something was wrong so I went to check”, he answered.

“When I got there and saw what you were do…I mean…I saw you….you
know….I…I’ve never seen anyone doing that…I didn’t mean to stay
and watch”, he said apologetically looking down at the floor.

“Are you pissed at me?” he asked.

After hearing what he said, I was more irritated with myself than
angry at him.

“Listen Mike, I am a little irritated. I’m not in the habit of
putting on shows, especially for guys. Not that I’m embarrassed
by what I was doing. I mean, I jack off like everyone else”, I
said.

“Bob, I’m really sorry. I wasn’t spying on you, honest.” He said
almost crying.

“I’m not angry at you Mike, it’s not like you’re the first guy
that’s seen me jack off. I’m just upset with myself, I should
have been more discreet”, I explained.

He looked up at me and asked, “What do you mean?”

“I’m just irritated with myself for putting you in such an
awkward position”, I explained.

“I should be apologizing to you Bob. I should have turned away
and left you alone, I don’t want to embarrass you or make you
feel uncomfortable”, he said.

“OH NO, No! Your watching didn’t embarrass me. My ex, she loved
getting fucked. We used to have three ways. You know, two guys
and her, very hot. She liked watching me jack off while the other
guy fucked her,” I explained.

"I'm used to being watched, I like it. It's just. it's not what
you're used to, I don't want you to get the wrong idea or feel
uncomfortable," Then thinking about what I had just said to him,
I added, “Just don’t tell anyone, ok?”

“Yea, sure Bob, our secret", He said looking up at me smiling.

Later that evening during dinner Mike said, “Bob, I don’t want
you to think I’m weird or anything like that, especially after
what happened this morning.”

“But, I want you to know I’ve been hanging out naked when you’re
not home. I want to be naked all the time like you, but I can’t
control my dick. It gets hard,” he said sounding frustrated.

“Yea, that happens, I know. It’s happened to me”, I said, "When
it happens, I just ignore it and do my thing."

"You try doing that. I bet after a week or so you won’t get any
more boners”, I said.

“I don’t know….I’d feel weird walking around with a boner and you
seeing it”, he replied.

I just smiled and didn’t say anything more.

After dinner we cleaned up the kitchen and then Mike went to his
room to study while I draped myself over my easy chair and
watched TV.

I was sitting with one leg over the armrest the other hanging
over the seat edge, unconsciously pulling on my balls, watching
the evening news when Mike walked in nude and sat on the sofa.
This was the first time I’d seen him nude. Mike is the same
height as me but slimmer. I’d guess he weighs about 125 lbs. He
has blondish hair and green eyes, smooth tight chest with small
dark nipples, a firm flat stomach, long firm legs, nice round
tight ass, thick brownish pubes, a large, thick, cut cock and
nice low hangers.

Like I said, I was watching TV unconsciously pulling and
squeezing my balls. It wasn’t till I heard Mike clearing his
throat that I realized what I was doing.

I suddenly realized how much Mike’s voyeurism had brought out the
exhibitionist in me. I should have stopped what I was doing, but
I liked having an audience.

I looked at Mike and still pulling on my balls said, “Damn Mike
you must think I’m a real pervert. I mean jacking off this
morning and now playing with my balls. I mean….”

Mike cut me off saying “Bob, it’s ok really, Chill out. I know
you’re not doing it on purpose. And anyway it doesn’t bother me,
Honest.”

It’s like you said earlier, “Do your thing.”

That's when I noticed Mike's huge erection lying on his stomach
pointing up towards his chest. We sat there watching TV
pretending not to notice each other.

Mike went to bed first, his huge boner leading the way. I watched
his smooth tight ass till it disappeared around the corner. A few
minutes later, I turned off the TV and was going to my room when
I heard the telltale moaning and slapping noises coming from his
room. I knew he was masturbating.

I waited a few minutes, smiling as I listen to him. After he
finished, I quietly went to my room and jacked off not caring how
much noise or how loud I was. I fell asleep covered in cum.

The next day I did laundry and had lunch with my ex-girl friend.
We made plans to go to the nude beach that Saturday.

I returned home around 6 pm. I was a bit surprised to find him in
the living room watching TV. His routine was to go directly to
his parents’ home on Friday evenings and return late on Sundays.
He said his parents were on vacation and would be gone for two
weeks.

There wasn’t any reason he couldn’t stay. I went to my room
undressed and sat at my computer answering email.

Mike asked if I wanted to go out to eat.  I said I wasn't in the
mood.

“Ok”, he answered, “I'll fix us something to eat and call you
when it's ready.”

We ate dinner in the nude and talked about school, my work and
stuff. I mentioned I was going to the nude beach with my ex and
he was welcome to join us. He smiled and said he didn’t think he
was ready for the nude beach. Maybe another time, he had a lot of
studying to do and was planning on spending most of the weekend
at the school library.

Saturday morning after breakfast I put on my shorts, packed my
cooler, grabbed a blanket and headed over to Sue’s. She was nude
when she opened the door.

What a sight she was. Blond, blue eyed, perky tits, round butt,
long legs and a shaved pussy. I hugged and kissed her feeling her
hard nipples poking my bare chest. I bent down and sucked her
hard nipple into my mouth.

“Oh honey, suck my titties, suck them. Ummm, Fuck me baby”, she
moaned as my fingers eagerly explored her bald pussy.

I dropped my shorts and fell to my knees in front of her,
inhaling the musky scent of her sex and for the very first time
in my life I enjoyed the delights of eating her pussy as she
stood over me. I was no virgin, of course, but the sensation of
her fucking my face with her pussy as I knelt below her was
beyond anything I had imagined.

She pushed me back on my legs, rubbing her wet pussy down my
chest towards my fat boner. Supporting myself with my arms and
hands behind me, I felt more that saw her impale herself on my
cock.

She fucked me squatting over me, using her hands on my shoulders
to hold herself steady. It didn’t take long for my jizz to shoot
up her cunt and mingle with her pussy juices, making loud squishy
noises as she fucked me.

Exhausted and spent, we both fell over on the floor. The whole
torrid incident hadn't lasted more than a few minutes.

“Oh God, My legs feel like rubber,” I cried, laughing at the same
time.

“And good morning to you too,” she said moaning and laughing.

I rolled over onto my side next to her pussy, so I could enjoy
the oral delights of eating her cum filled pussy.

I could feel the heat from her puffy pussy. She moaned again,
much louder and longer this time, knowing what I was about to do.
My tongue snaked out parting her pussy lips, lapping up the
mixture of cum and pussy juice.

"Ummm so sweet," I sighed. "Sweet sweet nectar."

I made my tongue hard and pushed it deep inside her. She loved
when I did that. She groaned and thrust her hips up to my mouth.

Then I turned my attention to her little hard clit, licking it
harder and faster. She tried not to thrash but she couldn't help
it. She was squirming and bucking frantically about as my mouth
and lips continued working on her. My tongue was lapping about
like a whirling dervish. Just when I knew she was reaching the
edge, I put my finger against her anal opening and pushed it
inside her quickly and firmly.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" She cried out as she went over the edge. I could
feel her anal muscles squeezing tightly around my finger.

"Oh... ahhhmmmmmm...", she moaned

When she was finally still and starting to breathe softly again,
I helped her sit up.

"Is that what you wanted?" I asked, smiling, the whole area
around my mouth glistening with our mixed cum.

The beach was wonderful. Sun, surf, wind, naked bodies, wonderful
sex and friends, today was just what I needed. I felt like I was
in heaven.

I got home around 9 pm. I could hear the TV in the living room.
After undressing I went to the living room. Mike was nude
watching TV. We said hi. He asked me how my day went. I told him
it was one of my best and that I’d fill him in after I showered
and cleaned up.

I finished and was drying myself when I started to feel the sun
burn. I looked in the mirror and saw myself glowing red. Walking
to the living room I could feel some burning and discomfort.

“Wow you look like a lobster,” he said as I walked in.

“Can you believe this, I actually got sunburned,” I said turning
around letting him see my burn.

“Didn’t you use sunscreen?” he asked.

“No, I didn’t take any. I didn’t think I needed it,” I replied.

“My mom used red wine on me, when I was a kid. It cools you off
and helps relieve some of the discomfort. Want me to put some on
you?” he asked.

 “Sure if you really think it will help,” I replied.

We found a bottle Chianti in the kitchen cupboard. We drank a
glass first before he did my back, ass and the back of my legs.
After a second glass he did my arms, neck, chest, and stomach
down to my pubes.

 “I think the wine is helping," I said laughing, "I don’t feel
the burn as much."

He smiled and said “Good,” as he poured us another glass of wine.

He knelt in front of me and did the top of my feet and legs up to
my knees. Because my inner thighs were burned, he had me stand
with my legs apart and slightly squat when he did my thighs. He
was so close I could feel his warm breath on my cock, causing it
to engorge and thicken.

“You’re lucky you didn’t burn that too,” he said nodding toward
my cock.

“Oh, I think I did burn it a little,” I said smiling down at him.

“I should put some wine on your cock and balls just to be sure?”
he said.

“I don’t think it would hurt.” I replied, my cock engorging more
and rising.

Mike reached up and wrapped his hand around my stiffening cock.
With his free hand he reached up behind my ballsac coating it
with wine holding my rapidly growing cock firmly in his other
hand.

I closed my eyes and felt the cool wine being applied to the rest
of my shaved ballsac. My cock was at full mast and I could feel
him gently squeezing it.

I was burning up again from being so aroused by Mikes bare hand
wrapped around my thick hardon. I gently thrust my hips forward
sliding my cock in his hand. I looked down and saw pre-cum
leaking from my piss hole. I knew then I wanted Mike to suck me
off.

He ran his fingers up and down my thick hard my cock. I started
moaning. Would he take the big step, I wondered?  Would he take
another guy's cock in his mouth? Without any hesitation, he
leaned over, opened his mouth and flicked his tongue out over the
tip of my swollen cock. He licked the droplets of precum off the
tip. It felt awesome. Watching him was so fucking sexy.

He closed his mouth over my cockhead and I watched my cock
disappear as he began moving his mouth up and down over the
fullness of my hard cock. Then he let his hands knead my ballsac.
That really made me moan. I loved it. For lack of anything else
to take a hold of, I grabbed his head and pulled him to me,
shoving my cock deeper into his mouth making him suck me harder
and more vigorously. That did it for me. My knees buckled under
me as I squirted wave after wave down his throat. He had to
swallow a few times just to keep up with me.

I pushed him down onto the floor, I could tell he was in a kind
of daze, so I guided him over, getting him to lie on his side and
I lay down next to him facing the opposite way.

"I don't want this to be over", he said shakily.

My cock was beginning to soften, but he took it back in his
mouth. I responded to every move he made with his lips and tongue
as he quickly worked it back to full attention.

I took my cue and reached over duplicating what he was doing to
me... slowly, until he was about two-thirds of the way into my
mouth. I felt his cock swell as I pulled him deep into me; my
face nestled in his pubic hair. I licked and sucked his cock like
a pro. His dick wasn't big enough to choke me, but it was a
mouthful. I enjoyed every inch of his salty smoothness.

We both learned fast, we easily found a rhythm in this "69"
position. It felt incredible having my cock in his hot eager
mouth!

We were both breathing heavily. We had our arms around each
other's back and as we sucked, we each probed the other's ass to
add to the experience. Suddenly, he exploded in my mouth. I
gagged a little but didn't stop. In fact, it seemed to excite me
even more, because immediately after he started, I came again. We
both hung on for dear life and rode it out, until we finally
separated and lay there panting. We stayed like that for several
minutes, while our breathing slowed down.

We had the rest of the night, and we put it to use, exploring
each and every way we could enjoy each other. I had a jar of Lube
in the bathroom, which made sex with our cocks between each
other's legs a new pleasurable experience.  Eventually, we used
it to go all the way, although both of us had to go slow with
that. Mike felt so incredibly hot and tight! We wore each other
out, after several hours of the best sex I've ever had, with
anyone. That night was a true milestone in Mike's and my
relationship. We both knew what we really wanted. Oddly enough,
we both liked women too, though it would be several more months
before Mike experienced his first pussy.

Mike quickly took to the nudist lifestyle. We fucked each other
every chance we could. Eventually he told his mother he was bi
and a nudist. It didn’t take her long to figure out we were
lovers too.

She would call us every time she came into the city. Mike wasn’t
sure if his mother would feel comfortable with us being nude if
she came to see us, even though Mildred knew about our nudist
lifestyle. The first time she did visit, Mike insisted we wear
regular shorts. Over time our shorts became skimpier and more
revealing. On several occasions I know she got more than an eye
full. She never complained or said anything, in fact I had the
feeling she liked it. Something I confirmed when I purposely
started flashing myself to her.

She invited us to over to swim in her new pool. Making sure to
let us know bathing suits were optional. I told him I thought his
mom was a closet voyeur.

Eventually we did go naked in front of her, but that's another
story.




