Nudist Fiction

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Based on a true story

Chapter 1

I woke up with a start, raising my head and looking around my messy bedroom as I rubbed my eyes. I soon realized that I could have been awakened by the pounding in my head. Too many martinis last night? I tried to remember and came up blank.

In desperate need of aspirin, I pulled the comforter off me and immediately felt the room's chilly air on my naked body. I loved that feeling. It helped wake me up every morning, and in my opinion, was one of the best things about sleeping nude.

Of course, being a nudist for my entire adult life, I didn't just sleep nude - I lived nude. And that's how I walked from my bedroom to my rental house's small kitchen. I didn't notice that my bedroom door was closed when I woke up, which should have been a sign that something was off.

Running one hand over my hairy chest and scratching my balls with the other, I stumbled to the kitchen and turned on the coffee maker. Mmmmm... Caffeine... While the machine revved itself to life, I fished through the medicine drawer for some aspirin to get my own motor going. Two tablets downed with a slurp of water from the faucet, and I knew I'd be feeling better soon.

As the coffee chugged along, I noticed the empty vodka bottle on the kitchen counter, as well as several empty martini glasses. I moaned, still not quite remembering the evening before. The ghost of distant laughter echoed in my ear, as I vaguely remembered my roommate Craig refilling my glass as we made fun of something or someone we knew. I tried to make the memory come info focus when the sound of coffee dripping into the pot brought me back to reality. I grabbed a mug from the cabinet and waited impatiently for my caffeine fix.

As I stood there, I realized that one part of me had already woken up. I glanced down at my morning wood with a shake of my head, wishing the blood could rush to my brain as easily as I ran to my groin.

Just then, another sound got my attention - footsteps in the living room. I checked the clock on the kitchen wall and realized that my roommate would be leaving for work soon. "Coffee's almost ready," I called out to him as I pulled down a second mug for him. When he didn't answer, I made my way around the kitchen peninsula, walking toward the living room. My erection bounced as I walked, but my roommate had certainly seen it before so I didn't think twice about it.

Maybe I should have.

When I stepped into the living room, I didn't find my roommate. Instead, I found a complete stranger folding up the blankets on the couch where he had obviously slept the night before. He was tall with a full head of dark hair in dire need of a brush. His tight black T-shirt showed every muscle on his back, and pulled up just enough to show the waistband of his matching black boxer briefs, which fit tight on his muscular ass.

The man set the folded blankets on the couch and turned. He practically jumped when he saw me standing there. "Jake! You scared me!" he cried out.

Wait - he knew my name?

Before I could say anything, I caught his eye and smiled. At that moment, I could tell that he had just realized that I was naked. He returned my smile, and his eyes ran down my exposed body, lingering at my groin. Never had I been so aware of my morning hardon, and never before had it been this strong.

The man walked towards me. "Is there coffee?" he asked with a smirk as he moved past me into the kitchen.

I hesitated a moment, then turned and followed him, defiantly naked and determined to find out exactly who he was.

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RE:Morning coffee

Thanks so much! I really appreciate it. More to come. :)

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RE:Morning coffee

i enjoyed reading the story!!

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RE:Morning coffee

i enjoyed reading the story!!
Thank you!!!

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RE:Morning coffee

Very nice! Really enjoyed the opening chapter.

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