Third Adventure With My Nudist Friend!

After my last story about Mark (Follow-up adventure...), we maintained contact because we absolutely hit it off. We ended up being great friends and apparently so did our parents. They met at a poker table in that same resort and they actually bonded as well. We also found out that we lived next to each other, we were about one hour drive from each other. As my parents had that government job (which I explained in a deleted story that I might re-post later), frequently moving, they didn't have any friends or social life. So they managed to get a weekend night out with Mark's parents and I obviously went along.

This story begins on a Saturday afternoon, as we drove to Mark's town and arrived at his place just before sunset. Our parents said that they would be attending a dance show at a casino in a neighboring bigger city and wouldn't be back for the night. Typing this story from my computer to this site made the think: were our parents swinging? Damn that would explain a lot. In any case, we had the whole night ahead of us and it was just 7pm. Initially, we were just chilling as good friends do, we talked a lot, he asked about my expectations going to college... Then we had something to eat, I believe it was pizza, and then we had this crazy idea to actually spend the night where he was currently working. An idea that was crafted after I revealed I spent a whole night in an abandoned sports club (that had a story written here about it, which I'll re-post eventually).

He said he had a part-time job at a furniture store, mainly at the storage sorting out products. It was a very small business and he had the key to access it. Also, this happened around 20 years ago, and before surveillance cameras were really a thing everyone must have. We are also talking about a relatively small town with absolutely nothing to worry about in terms of violent crimes. In any case, while we were walking there, a good 20min walk, we caught up on some sensitive topics.

Mark revealed me he actually kissed his crush from high-school, but he said they were both estranged afterwards, not going further. I replied that "I hadn't touched a human being since..." Then I paused. "Since you"... and for a brief moment things got tense, but he lightened up the mood saying what I said on our last adventure "only boys know the good stuff" and we both shared a laughter in that chilly evening.

Arriving at the place, it was all really deserted as that small town had absolutely no night life. Mark opened the roll up door as quietly and as little as possible, allowing us both to sneak in and immediately closed it behind us. He turned on just a couple dim lights from some lampshades and I could see how the place was actually huge, with piled up furniture, huge rugs and decoration pieces all around and meticulously organized. "This is where I work", Mark presented it with a grin in his face. I complimented him on the achievement and even joked that this job was paying for all his video games, as we shared another laughter.

As we removed our shoes, so as not to dirt anything, we spent most of our time just really looking around and picking up stuff so we could build our "fort". We were gonna spend the night, so we needed a nestled place to actually sleep and put together everything in place afterwards. We carefully put two chairs on up of two sofas and a rug on top of it: there, we had our fort! As we settled in, sitting next to each other inside our improvised fort, I could notice some tension and Mark quickly did not cut it, but bombarded it to the ground.

He brought in a bottle of wine on his backpack! He said it was from his father's most forgettable wines because it had a screw cap, meaning it wasn't real wine, in his words. Well, so it began a game of intense truth or dare! We did a lot of crazy dares like climbing on top of the product shelves to eventually even kissing, for real this time. But the truths I never forget, because they were hard to swallow. We confessed feelings for each other, as we had matured more on those thoughts, but he admitted he was sad because I surely was leaving for college (and in fact I did).

As for the last dare, with the bottle almost empty and we both somewhat tipsy, Mark dared me to go to the front of the store (which had only glass panels for the showcase) and stay there for five minutes, without hiding. I remember yanking the bottle from the floor and shoving onto him saying "I double dare you, motherfucker!! I dare you do the same, but naked!". He stared me for a couple of seconds with a confusing look and then I complemented "aren't you a nudist!?". Then his look changed into a more defiant one as he stripped down to his boxers and threatened to open the door to the front of the store.

I followed him, after stripping down to my boxers as well and, in a repeat movement from the beach a year prior, we both got naked at the same time and ventured to the actual store. The place was tiny and surrounded with glass so every article of furniture was visible. We were not counting the time at all for that dare, we were just absolutely lost. But then I had the idea of going back, picking up the rest of the wine and pouring on a couple of tea cups for us to pretend we were having tea at those two large armchairs. We had to stay there, sitting with our exposed fronts to the street and drink for those 5 minutes.

We did not even stay for two because we heard voices coming from the corner of the street so we ran off to the back again before anyone could see us. But I was the one who chickened out first, running away in fear holding my junk with all my life. Mark followed suit and he went after me in the back of the storage room to find me laying down panting in one of those giant white fluffy rugs. "You lost the dare!" as Mark scolded me. I argued that the "people on the streets scenario was impossible". He kept saying that it was my idea and that I lost my own double dare. As we were jokingly arguing, I grabbed his arm and pushed him to the floor.

As we were "fighting", Mark actually starting tickling me. I tried reciprocating, but I was completely surrendered, trying to contain my laughter while Mark was on top of me, starting to get frisky. At some point, I could notice him deliberately trying to arouse me, tickling my inner tights and near my nipples. It worked out tremendously! I could see his dick reacting as well, as I was being absolutely mauled with his touches. At a moment, he stopped and allowed me to grab him, so he fell on top of me, with our hardening dicks touching.

Innocently, I asked him "what do you want to do now?" and he just replied "I want to cum with you". From that moment on, we let go of all our inhibitions and allowed ourselves to really desire each other. Just as me, Mark started trimming his pubes so we were all out of bushes that day as he pointed out, and I replied with "yeah and you have grown larger" which made him blush. As I approached him to kiss, I touched his dick and I could feel it growing erect in my hand and he did the same, pressing against the tip of my penis, sending a shiver down my spine.

We were more comfortable with each other and more "experienced" than last year, but we still lack the confidence to try anything with penetration. That did not stop us from really sucking each other's dicks the moment we stopped kissing, we even dared a 69 position which did not last long. From that moment on, we just experimented ourselves, trying to find what was good to make each other go crazy. We kissed a lot, really sucking our lips, dancing with our tongues in each other's mouths as we liberated all of our lust.

Important to mention that the place was almost soundproof, with all the fabrics and rugs all over the place and the walls. As we got more and more visceral, we both started moaning and gasping as we rubbed against every part of our bodies. I loved when Mark sucked my nipples while slowly caressing me towards my dick. As he said "you're leaking a lot down there", he just licked it all over, almost making me go over the edge. We spent an eternity just having fun, holding our best to last the longest.

At a point, we were just sitting down next to each other, hugging ourselves and grinding our dicks together. I could only see Mark's face and upper torso in a constant pink-red ecstasy, as I was craving for more, more of us. We were both so hard that our dicks were involuntarily pulsating, rock-solid erected and we there was no coming back from this. I whispered in Mark's ear "let's cum, let's cum together" and that was all necessary for him to start jerking me off vigorously. I followed suit, pressing hard and going up and down faster and faster in each stroke.

Mark then started moaning louder and louder as he grabbed my hand and guided me on the strokes. After a few, I let go, allowing ourselves to jerk our own dicks in these final moments. And as I felt the urge, I stood even closer to him, enough to feel his breath, just like our last time. As we are now both frantically pleasuring ourselves, our moans got louder and as we are near exhaustion, almost at the same time we start growling like beasts.

With a really loud "I AM GONNA CUM!!!" Mark just spurted endless jets of cum right at me as his dick just twitched while his face was absolutely contorted in pleasure. Some of Mark's ejaculation inevitably spilled on my own dick, as we were so close. Hastily, I smeared what was in my chest into my hand and got on my knees, yelling "FUCK FUCK FUCK I AM CUMMING!!" with a really loud "AAAAAAAH!" as my jets of cum hit Mark right on his neck and torso. As I simply could not stop ejaculating, he positioned his head and took two loads directly onto his face as he grinned while closing his eyes.

In the aftermath, I felt like I was hit by a truck. My knees hurt, my fingers were numb, my still erect dick was red and sore, but I was absolutely satisfied. Mark was laying down on his back on that fluffy white rug, panting, with cum all over his chest and belly. I reunited my last strength to reach out a random duvet from a bed and laid down on top of him, covering us both. Just like last time, I rubbed my dick onto his, just to provoke that same reaction from him, a little spasm and a big smile. We slept right there, with each other's cum now sticking on our bodies.

Sunday morning and rain was indeed falling. I remember waking up at 7:47am (like the planes, that made me memorize) with dried cum all over us both. We tried to put everything back on its place, with Mark assuring me that he would come to work earlier tomorrow in case we missed something. As we dressed up, we had to run back home while finding cover not to get wet. When we finally arrived at Mark's place, our parents were still not at home, as we expected. I asked if I could take a shower and change at Mark's bedroom and he agreed, stating "remember, it's MY bathroom".

I brought up my new clothes to dress up in the bathroom, while leaving the old and wet on the outside. That warm shower was reinvigorating and just as I washing my head, the door opening startled me and I reacted with "Oh, please..." as Mark answered with "do you want me to go?". I opened the shower box, with foam all over my head and gave him this (¬¬) look, as I replied "come'on, it's YOUR bathroom".

Again with some sense of humor, I argued that I was just finishing. Mark retorted with a "now you'll have to wait for me" as he casually showered and I was there, watching him as he started was starring at me almost all the time. "Like what you see?" was my way of teasing him once again. He just stood in front of me and answered with a "you are just so hot". And we started again desiring each other with our eyes as our bodies were reacting. The water flushing down his dark-blond hair and trimmed pubes was simply too good of a scene. We could see our own dicks naturally rise up to a full erection without touching, as we were instinctively thinking the same thing.

This time, Mark surrendered first and came up to me with a hug, entangling our erected dicks. I passionately kissed him in response and grabbed his beautiful uncut dick with my hands to jerk him off. He did the same and in no time, we were both masturbating each other again at full speed. It didn't take long before we both started with soft moans that grew louder one more time as we ejaculated jets of cum that were carried out by the waters and lost forever in the drain.

Satisfied once more, we dried ourselves and as Mark laid down naked on his bed, I changed my mind about changing clothes and just followed him. We slept naked again on top of each other until around 11am, as were were really tired from last night. As we lay in that bed together, our bodies entwined, we knew that we had found something special. We had found a connection that went beyond friendship, even beyond love, maybe. We had found a connection that was innocent but deep and at the same time, raw and visceral, a connection that would last a lifetime.

We woke up as his mother was knocking on the door, waking us up. Not to my surprise, Mark woke up with his dick absolutely hard once again. I laughed and said "you really have no limits". Innocently, he stood up in front of a mirror and replied "of course, look how hard it is!!". We shared one last laughter before dressing up and reuniting with our families for lunch. As we said our goodbyes, I knew I wouldn't see Mark in the foreseeable future and I was okay with it. We still talked a lot online along the years and, as I said before, we saw each other again a couple of times.

That's the last of Mark, until I came back from college. Telling those stories made me really confirm my feelings that he is the one. I just hope our adult lives make it possible for us to defy destiny and be together.