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It was a quiet day in Beach City. The citizens were going about their daily lives and everything was as normal as could be, except...

There was a rising movement in Beach City. It was an unusual movement, but still a movement nonetheless. Every night, Steven, Lars, and Ronaldo would meet up at the lighthouse while the city sleeps, and they would do something that had never been done in the city before they started to do so themselves… They would run a nudist club.

That day, Lars and Ronaldo met up at Fish Stew Pizza. They picked a table away from everyone so no one would hear them. After they received their pizzas, they started to discuss the plans for that night. "So tonight, I was wondering... maybe we should recruit more people?" Lars suggested. Ronaldo nearly spat out his soda. "R-Recruit new people? Do you know what would happen to us if people started finding out about our club? We'd be in huge trouble!" Ronaldo said worryingly, even though the worst that could happen to him is that he'd be grounded for about 3 weeks. "I know how risky it is, but hear me out. I've been talking to Mr. Fryman and he seems like the type of guy that would be interested in this," Lars explained. Ronaldo looked like he had seen a ghost at that very moment. "You've been talking about this... to... MY DAD?!" "Yeah, he was actually pretty interested in it! Although that was after I mentioned you were in it. Before that he didn't really care about it," Lars explained. Ronaldo went as limp as a wet noodle. "Y-you... told my dad... That I'm a nudist...," Ronaldo said as if the world was ending right before his eyes. "Oh lighten up, he agreed to join us! You should be thanking me," Lars said with a snarky grin. "You have a point I guess... But don't blame me if things get... awkward," Ronaldo said, recovering from the initial shock. The pizza they ordered was finally finished, and once it finally got to their table, they ate and continued to plan what they would do that night.

While eating their pizza, Lars began to discuss another person that he wanted to join the group. "So, I've been thinking, what if I invite Sour Cream to the group again?" he suggested. "Good luck with that. I already asked him before, but he had no interest in it at all," Ronaldo sadly explained. "Oh trust me, I've asked him before as well. I think he just needs a bit more encouragement, he'll come around," Lars replied. “I hope so, it’d be a shame for him to miss out on all of this.” “Yeah… Remember when it was just us two?” Lars asked. “Of course I do, we were so nervous back then. It was a miracle that Steven managed to join the group at all, I thought it would be a duo forever,” Ronaldo said while chuckling. Finishing off their pizza, the two decided to part ways for the time being, preparing for when they would meet up again that night.

A few hours before sundown, Lars would go meet up with Sour Cream at Funland Arcade. "You're still trying to get me into that mess? I said I wasn't joining the first few times so why would I join now?" Sour Cream said to a pleading Lars. "Come on man, it's great! You'll feel connected to the world and as free as you could possibly be!" Lars told Sour Cream enthusiastically. “Have you ever gone swimming in the nude? It could be a brand new feeling for you.” “Look Lars, I’m just not confident enough to do that right now. I hope you all have fun but it’s just not for me. Besides, I have to watch my little brother tonight since my parents are going out,” Sour Cream said in a brush-off manner. Lars sighed and left the arcade. The sun was falling and he had to meet up with the rest of the group to get ready for the meetup.

Once Lars got to the lighthouse, Steven and Ronaldo were already there, but another man was also there. It was none other than Ronaldo’s dad, Mr. Fryman, and he was completely bare-clothed. “Good to see ‘ya kid! Thanks for inviting me,” he said to Lars while shaking his hand. “I’m glad you came! But you do know we usually don’t get naked until the sun is down, right? You don’t have to put your clothes back on though.” “Oh- uh… I knew that already! Just wanted to be prepared I guess,” Mr. Fryman said while nervously laughing a bit. Lars looked over and saw Ronaldo facing the wall. He started to chuckle as he realized Ronaldo's cheeks were bright red. “Oh man, you really are terrified,” Lars joked. “S-shut up!” Ronaldo stuttered out. “C’mon everyone, we need to discuss what we’re gonna do tonight,” Lars announced. “I have some ideas for tonight but I want to hear what everyone else has in store.”

“I think our first course of action s-should be going to the a-arcade…,” Ronaldo said nervously. “That’s a great idea, but... you do know don’t have to be nervous now, Right? I mean your dad is already here so there’s no way you’ll get in trouble!,” Lars told Ronaldo. “Yeah Ronaldo, I’m not gonna ground you or anything, I’m just glad I get to spend time with you!” his dad assured. The reassurance eased him up a bit, but it wasn’t enough to fully relax him yet. “Maybe afterwards we can hit the beach in front of my place and go skinny dipping?,” Steven suggested. Everyone quickly agreed in unison. “I have a suggestion as well. How about we all go do a little hiking in the woods!” Mr. Fryman suggested boldly. “That might be a bit dangerous, don’t you think?” Steven said, worried. “Nonsense! I have special hiking boots and bug spray, we should be fine,” Mr. Fryman explained. Everyone ended up agreeing to the idea.

Finally, it was getting late and the sun was starting to set. Once it was dark enough, and everyone had gone to sleep, Lars was ready to make the command. “Alright boys, let’s drop those pants!” Lars said to the group. One by one each person took off their clothes, except for Mr. Fryman, who was already naked. “Nice cock son!” Mr. Fryman said with a hearty chuckle. Instantly, Ronaldo’s cheeks became redder than a tomato. The group walked outside into the moonlight, where their bodies began to have a slight glow. “Whew! I haven’t felt this feeling in decades!” Mr. Fryman said reminiscing. “You used to be a nudist?” Steven asked. “Of course I was! Why did ya’ think I joined you boys so easily?” Suddenly, Ronaldo became even more relaxed after that fact was revealed, but the feeling of embarrassment was still going strong.

The group finally set off from the Lighthouse to Funland Arcade. Since the arcade machines were still on even after the arcade closed, going there was a good decision to make. As the small group made their way to the Arcade, they slowly walked through the city, enjoying the feeling of the night breeze smoothly brushing against their bodies. “Been a long time since I felt this,” Mr. Fryman stated with a relaxed sigh. “What did you do back then when you went naked like this?” Lars asked. “Me and a few buddies would hit the town deep in the night. We would go swimming, play a few games, and once one of us were old enough to drive, we would have naked rides all through the city! It was great,” Mr. Fryman reminisced. “That sounds awesome, maybe you could take on a nude ride one day!” Steven replied back. “You know what, that sounds like a fun idea! But for now, let’s enjoy the walking.”

After the long and relaxing nude walk, the group finally made it to the arcade. “Alright nudists, let’s have some fun!” Lars announced. They went around the arcade to find games they wanted to play. Ronaldo and Mr. Fryman took turns playing Meat Beat Mania while Steven went to play Teens of Rage. Lars was busy both playing Road Killer and keeping lookout for people. “High score!” Steven yelled out. “Keep it down! It’s bad enough these arcade machines are loud, do you have to be loud too?” Lars whispered sternly. “Sorry-,” Steven whispered back. They continued to shuffle around and play the various arcade machines and Mr. Fryman noticed that Ronaldo was having trouble playing Teens of Rage, he looked tense, and Mr. Fryman was sure that it wasn’t the game causing that.

He walked over to Ronaldo, who was having a tough time with the game. “Come on Ronaldo, ya’ have to press the buttons right!” Mr. Fryman said in a playful manner, however, Ronaldo was too worried about being caught, and Mr. Fryman could spot that a mile away. ”You know Ronaldo, back in my day, me and a few buddies used to go out naked just like this,” Mr. Fryman said. Ronaldo slightly rolled his eyes, “Dad, you told us this already.” “I know, but also, we never got caught, despite being ten times louder than we are now!” Ronaldo looked a bit intrigued at that sentence. “How? Surely someone must have seen you, right?” Ronaldo questioned. “Well… There was one time we almost got caught, but luckily we got away before the person could see us,” Mr. Fryman said with a chuckle. “We’re gonna be fine kiddo, I just wish you would have told me about this club sooner!” Mr. Fryman rubbed Ronaldo’s back in support. He then jokingly slapped Ronaldo’s ass. “Dad!” Ronaldo accidentally yelled. “Loosen up champ!” he replied.

An hour passed and the group eventually got tired of playing the arcade games. “I think here is a good point to call it a night,” Steven suggested. “I think we burnt out all of our energy on these games, we can go to the beach and the forest another time.” “You guys go on ahead, me and Ronaldo have something to do first,” Mr. Fryman told the group. Ronaldo looked just as confused as everyone else. “But dad, what about our clothes?” Ronaldo asked. “We’ll get them later, just come with me,” Mr. Fryman told Ronaldo. The group went back to the lighthouse with the exception of Mr. Fryman and Ronaldo. “So… Where are we going?” Ronaldo asked his dad. “You’ll see,” he said, trailing off into thought. “I’m about to do something to you that you’ll never forget.”

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Ronaldo and his dad eventually made their way to Beach City Funland, where every ride was powered off, except for the Ferris Wheel, which Ronaldo immediately noticed. “How come that ride is still on, isn’t every ride supposed to be off?” Ronaldo asked, pointing to the Ferris Wheel. “I called in a favor from Mr. Smiley, after I helped him out with managing the park yesterday. We have this whole wheel to ourselves.” They walked up to the first cabin available and got in.

As they were riding to the top, Mr. Fryman thought about his next move, and then, he decided to strike. “Hey son… Can I ask you a weird question?” Ronaldo looked in confusion at his question. “Sure dad, what’s up?” “Lately I’ve been hearing certain noises coming from your room, and I don’t wanna be too intruding but, have you been jerking off lately?” Mr. Fryman wondered. Ronaldo turned as red as a tomato that burst open. “Y-you shouldn’t be asking those questions! And besides, why do you wanna know anyway?” Ronaldo defensively asked. Mr. Fryman lowered his eyes at the growing body part beneath him, a warm sensation that he felt around his body originating from that spot. He grabbed his now hard and throbbing dick with a soft grip as it began to leak on his hand. “This might be kinda awkward to ask but, can we jerk off together?”

Ronaldo was even more confused than he was before, somehow. “Why would I do that… with you?” Ronaldo asked, still redder than ever. "W-wouldn't that be wrong?" “Fine, if you’re not gonna join me, then I'll just do it solo,” Mr. Fryman asserted smugly. He started to tug away as the Ferris Wheel continued to reach the top. “You’re really gonna do that here?!” Ronaldo asked in a flustered manner. Though his reaction was panicked, his interest was obviously increasing as Mr. Fryman noticed that his son's dick was growing. “Well the longer you sit there and stare, the longer that’s gonna wanna burst,” Mr. Fryman pointed at his son’s throbbing dick, and it too was leaking. Though Ronaldo was against it in the beginning, he couldn’t ignore his feelings, nor could he ignore his dick, so he caved in and began jerking off as well.

The Ferris Wheel eventually got to the top, and all of Beach City came into view. For a moment, the duo stopped masturbating just to take a look at the entire city. “I don’t think anyone has ever seen this much of the city at night…,” Ronaldo exclaimed in awe. “Yeah, it's pretty amazing,” Mr. Fryman said with similar feeling. Suddenly, an idea came to him. “Hey Ronaldo, scoot over for me.” Ronaldo made room in his seat for his dad who was sat across from him, however he didn’t exactly know why his dad wanted to sit next to him so suddenly. Right after Mr. Fryman took a seat, he grabbed Ronaldo’s dick almost forcefully. "W-what are you doing-" Immediately Ronaldo became stuck, as if he couldn’t say a word. “You’re gonna feel great after this, trust me,” Mr. Fryman declared gleefully.

Mr. Fryman slowly started tugging at his shocked frozen son’s dick. It took a minute for Ronaldo to snap back to reality, but when he did, it wasn't long before he realized his libido was already overwhelmed and that he could cum at any second. He quickly grabbed his dad’s wrist to stop being jerked off and used his other hand to grab his dad’s dick. "How about we turn this into a masturbation contest then," Ronaldo suggested with a sudden rush of confidence. “A contest huh... Winner gets tomorrow off from work!” Mr. Fryman declared. Ronaldo let go of his dad’s hand and they both started to jerk each other's cocks. As the Ferris wheel turned and their body heat filled up the passenger cabin, their moans got louder and louder with each tug, while they both got closer to climaxing. Ronaldo was already extremely close, so he started to tug at his dad’s dick faster to try distracting himself from the feeling. “You won’t win that easily…,” Mr. Fryman used his free hand to rub Ronaldo’s nipples, which immediately made Ronaldo moan the loudest he ever had before. Ronaldo attempted to do the same, but just as his hand got near his dad’s nipple, he shot out an explosion of cum.

The duo were exhausted after that battle; Mr. Fryman ended up cumming right after Ronaldo. The jets of cum stained the windows of the cabin they were in. "Guess we gotta... clean that up, huh... heh," Mr. Fryman said while catching his breath. They went around the wheel one more time as they recovered, once again admiring the view at the top of the wheel. Shortly afterwards, they finally got to the bottom of the Ferris Wheel, and once they got off, Ronaldo had a question to ask his new masturbation partner. “So dad, have you ever done that with any other man before…?” “Actually I haven’t but, for some reason... I’ve been having these weird sexual thoughts about you lately, so when Lars told me about the nudist club you guys have going on, it was the perfect opportunity to see if these feelings were real,” Mr. Fryman explained. Ronaldo took a second to think about that. “Well… were they?” he asked. “Is the sky blue?” Mr. Fryman asked, chuckling while nudging Ronaldo with his elbow.

As they left the amusement park, Ronaldo realized his embarrassed feelings about being nude around his dad had all but disappeared, and he felt more relaxed. He finally had someone to relieve his pent up sexual feelings with. However, unbeknownst to both of them, a figure was hiding just out of sight from them, watching their every move from when they first got to the park, to when they left, taking pictures as well. The duo would find out about this figure soon enough, but now, they were happy to have a successful night out.

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The next day, after the nudists of Beach City went their separate ways, Lars decided to go for a swim at the local beach. With the sun shining all across the city, and not a cloud in sight, it was the perfect day to take a dip. Since it was the only place where they could be anywhere near naked outside without getting in trouble, the group commonly met up there to satisfy any nudist urges they had during the daytime. When Lars got to the beach, he noticed a familiar figure had arrived there before him; It was Mr. Fryman. He was already taking his swimsuit off to put back on his regular clothes.

"What are you doing here Mr. Fryman? I didn't know you swam here too,” Lars asked in confusion. “I usually don’t swim here unless there’s an event, but after Steven told me earlier that you guys come here to ‘satisfy your urges’, I just had to come here to try it out, and it worked!” Mr. Fryman explained, letting out a light chuckle afterwards. Before Lars got out of his clothes and into his swimsuit to swim, Mr. Fryman decided to confess what he did with Ronaldo once they split from the group the night before. “...So you really did that with Ronaldo? Lucky…,” Lars said, almost mumbling at the end. “Lucky? What do you mean?” “Oh I- I meant lucky for you! You sly dog!...,” Lars stammered, almost physically choking on his words. Mr. Fryman was a bit confused on why Lars began to stammer, but he immediately put the pieces together. “Lars... Do you like Ronaldo?” Lars immediately froze where he stood upon hearing those words.

"M-me? Like Ronaldo? W-what are you talking about?" Lars nervously said. After minutes of stammering and attempting to create some kind of excuse, Lars eventually grew tired of it and gave in. “Oh whatever... Yeah, I like him. I’ve been trying to confess to him for months but I always end up chickening out,” Lars admitted. Mr. Fryman sympathetically patted the somber boy on his back. “Cheer up kid! I’m sure you’ll be able to tell him the truth eventually, and besides, I can help ya' out if needed.” “Thanks for the offer, but I think I’m gonna do it myself,” Lars exclaimed in sudden determination. It was as if he was never nervous about admitting that he liked him in the first place. It was then that Mr. Fryman said his goodbyes and left the beach, leaving Lars to be there alone.

...or so he thought he was.

After Lars got in his swimsuit, he got in the water to take a quick swim. The warm water gently wrapped around his body, easing any nervousness that may have resided in him. “Ah… Feels as great as ever,” he said, relaxing his entire body. After a few minutes of swimming, he was suddenly struck with an idea. He was going to take his swimming trunks off and throw them next to his clothes and towel so that he could swim naked. He knew it was a risky idea, but the idea of getting naked while the sun was up enticed him, so he went for it anyway. He grabbed the sides of his trunks and slowly pulled it off in the water. Now floating there naked, he threw the trunks with all the power he could gather and it landed perfectly next to his other clothes.

“This feels amazing…,” Lars said in a relaxed manner. The water felt even more gentle to him now, the warmth of the water being felt across his buttocks and his penis. He spent the next half hour swimming and floating in the water. As he floated, he began to get all sorts of lewd thoughts, mainly about Ronaldo and how excited he was to see him naked again. Of course, an erection began to grow shortly afterwards. His hard-on slowly started to tower out of the water like a skyscraper. Lars was now completely at peace. That was, until a mysterious figure walked on the beach to catch Lars floating in the water completely in the buff. The mysterious person grinned, then silently stole Lars’ clothes and towel, only to run off with them without Lars noticing that they were gone.

A half hour went by, and Lars finally decided to get out of the water and get dressed again. His nude urges were finally satisfied, and he was ready to go back to his regular day. He swam back to the sand and got to where his clothes would have been only to be met with confusion. “Where are my clothes…?” He looked around every nook and cranny of the beach frantically, making sure not to miss any part of the beach. It was after he finished looking that he was met with an immense feeling of impending doom. “THIS IS HORRIBLE!” he yelled in panic.

As he stood there dripping wet and completely naked, he tried to come up with a way to get himself out of his mess. He could walk all the way to the Big Donut to find a work uniform, but Sadie might be there and he didn’t want to risk that. He also couldn’t go home and risk the entire town seeing him without any clothes on. It was then he realized that his only opportunity of getting out of this mess was going to Steven’s place since it was closer to the beach, and hoping that he could help out. He covered up his penis with his hands, took a deep breath to brace himself for trouble, and started to walk.

Once he got to the temple, he walked up to the door quietly, just to check who was there without disturbing anyone with his nudity. Luckily, the only person he saw was Steven, so he knocked on the door. Once Steven looked over, he was immediately shocked. He ran to the door as fast as he could, curious as to why a nude and wet Lars stood before his front door. “What are you doing here while naked?! Someone could see you!” Steven said, in a loud whisper. “I was at the beach taking a swim. I got a bit frisky and took my trunks off...” explained Lars. “And you're still naked… why?” Steven whispered, even more confused than before. “My clothes were stolen! I don’t know who took them, but this was the only place I could come to for help without going into the city.” Steven was already completely worried and confused. “That’s awful, but what exactly do you want me to do? My clothes won't fit you.” “I need you to run to my house and grab some clothes for me. My room is in the attic," Lars requested. "And don't worry about my parents, just tell them I forgot something." Steven thought about it for a bit, then agreed. "Alright I'll go. Just wait here and don't go anywhere until I get back, and go up the stairs to my room so no one sees you, Steven demanded. "Got it, I won't go anywhere." Steven pulled Lars into the temple as quickly as he could and then left to Lars's place.

After Steven left, Lars went up to his room as directed. In order to keep himself from being bored out of his mind while waiting, he decided to play on Steven’s game console. "I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I played for a bit..." He popped in one of the game discs and started playing. "This is pretty fun, I should come over more often!" Lars gleamed, focusing intensely on the game. About ten minutes later in another part of the city, Steven was about a few blocks away from Lars’s house. "Finally, I made it! All I need to do is get those clothes-" Steven said. However, right before he got to the front door, he cut himself off after suddenly heard a voice. “Looking for these?” the menacing voice said. Steven turned around to see who it was; it was a man in a black suit and sunglasses, and he was holding Lars’s clothes.

"Who are you…? And what are you doing with those?" Steven asked suspiciously. “Oh these? I was just holding on to them. And who am I? I work under Mayor Dewey,” the man explained. “These belong to your friend Lars don’t they? Why don’t you bring these to him.” “They do belong to him, but how-” Steven sputtered before being cut off. “We know about your little group, Steven. We have photographic evidence.” Steven's eyes widened. “W-we?” “If you want to keep your nude outings a secret then you will follow Mayor Dewey’s commands. I’ll be giving them to you all myself from now on.” The man gave a shocked-still Steven the formerly missing clothes, and walked away without a trace. Steven snapped back into reality a few minutes later, and immediately ran back to Lars.

Steven burst through the door of the temple. “That was pretty fast, did you get my clothes?” Lars asked after coming out of Steven’s room.. “We… have… a really big problem…,” Steven panted out while catching his breath from running. “What happened? You look like your life flashed before your own eyes.” “The mayor knows about our group!” Steven yelled. Lars turned as white as a ghost. “W-what’s gonna happen to us…?” Lars said as quiet as a mouse while slowly sinking to the ground. “The man I met said we had commands to follow from the Mayor himself. He’s gonna give them to us directly,” Steven explained. “And what happens if we don’t follow those commands?” “I don’t know… but I don’t wanna find out either.”

Lars started to get dressed. “When do you think he’ll give us the first command?” Lars asked. “I’m not sure honestly… We’re supposed to go out again tonight so… maybe then?” “I hope it’s nothing too dangerous…,” Lars said worriedly. He finally got fully dressed and the duo walked up to the door of the temple together. “Well anyway, thanks for getting my clothes back Steven, I was almost in a world of trouble,” Lars sighed in relief. “No problem, just don’t forget about the group meet-up tonight. I have a feeling that the man would know if anyone stayed home because of him...” Steven said to Lars. Lars nodded and left the temple. Steven immediately started to wonder what kinds of commands the man who worked under Mayor Dewey would give him.

Sundown was approaching and Lars was walking home after a strenuous day to get ready for his outing with the group. It was then that he spotted someone waving and calling at him; It was none other than Sour Cream. Lars approached him in curiosity, wondering what he could possibly tell him. “Hey man, I thought about what you asked me yesterday, about your nudist group. I thought about it and now I kinda want to join,” Sour Cream said. “We’re having a meeting tonight but… now might not be the best time to join exactly,” Lars warned. “Don’t you guys usually meet up at the Lighthouse? I’ll be there tonight, promise,” Sour Cream stated, cutting off Lars before he could explain what Steven witnessed earlier that day. “I want to feel the freeing feeling that you said being naked outside gives you.” “Fine, we’ll be at the Lighthouse tonight after everyone is asleep. I’ll tell the group about you when we get there,” Lars explained. “Cool, see ya’ then!”

It was finally midnight, and it was now time for the nudist meet-up. The group made their way over to the Lighthouse directly from their homes, and this time, there would be an additional member. “Guys, I have a surprise for you all!” Lars beamed excitedly. “A surprise? What kind of surprise?” Ronaldo inquired. “You’ll see!” Lars went over to the entrance of the Lighthouse. “Alright, you can come in now!” A few seconds later, Sour Cream entered into the Lighthouse, completely naked. Ronaldo, Steven, and Mr. Fryman all chattered in excitement. “Welcome to the club, Sour Cream!” Steven said happily. The rest of the group had yet to undress, as they were still planning on what to do that night. Ronaldo noticed that Sour Cream showed up naked, unlike the rest of the group. “Hey Sour Cream, why'd you showed up naked? You do have your clothes with you, right?” Ronaldo asked. “No, why? Isn’t this a nudist group?” “Well yeah, but… we usually get dressed once the group splits back up in order to prevent any trouble…,” Ronaldo explained. “Good point… Guess I’ll just have to remember that for next time,” Sour Cream said, shrugging.

“Now that everyone is here, I have some news to tell everyone,” Steven said. He then explained everything that happened with Lars’s clothes, along with the mysterious man that worked for Mayor Dewey and his upcoming commands. Everyone in the group except for Lars was completely shocked. “So if we don’t follow these commands… then what?” asked Ronaldo. “We don’t know yet, but we should do them regardless, the consequences might be really bad for us,” Steven said solemnly. Silence filled the room for a few minutes, that is until Lars decided to break the ice. “We can do it guys, I know we can!” Lars cheered out. “And besides, it might not even be that bad!” Lars’s speech encouraged everyone, and their moods began to pick up. “You’re right, so what if we’ll get some commands, we’ll finish them anyway!” Steven proclaimed. “Now let’s undress!”

“So what do we have planned today Steven?” Mr. Fryman asked as he was taking his underwear off. “Well, if the man doesn't show up, I was thinking we could go relax at the park tonight,” Steven suggested. “We can hit up the arcade again or sneak in the theater right after if you all want to.” The group agreed with Steven and decided to go with those plans. Now that they finally had their activities for the night planned out, they began to head out into the city, free from the restrictions of clothes, but just as they left the Lighthouse, they were met by a man. Specifically, the same man that the entire group was worried about. “Hello nudists, good to see you here. I have your first command from Mayor Dewey. Sorry to interrupt your plans,” he said sarcastically with a grin.

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The air was as tense as the sky was dark, and the entire group was completely frozen in place. About 30 seconds later, Steven took a huge gulp and finally attempted to brake the ice and relieve the tension. “So uh… What exactly are we supposed to do?” he asked nervously. “Well, we’re about to figure it out at the same time, kid,” the man said with a chuckle. He pulled out an envelope from inside his black suit and gave it to Steven; he quickly saw that the letter came directly from Mayor Dewey. Once he opened the envelope, the group huddled around Steven to see what it was about. 

Steven decided to read the letter out loud. It read; “Good evening nudists, as you all should know by now, I have decided to give you all certain tasks to complete for my enjoyment. What’s the end goal of this? All will be revealed soon enough. For now, just know that each task will be more dangerous and risky than the last, and that you will be doing every task in the daytime. Now for your first task, I’ll keep it simple. Tomorrow afternoon you all must go to the Big Donut just as I presume you all are now, completely naked. There, Lars will make me a box of donuts where I’ll personally come and acquire it myself. Oh, and don’t worry about Sadie, I already told her that she could take the day off; mayor's orders.” The letter ended after that.

The note left the entire group confused. “...That’s it? I have to make a box of donuts for Mayor Dewey while unclothed?” Lars questioned, almost letting out a laugh. “That should be a piece of cake!” Steven expressed confidently. Suddenly, the unknown man laughed loudly, as if he was taunting them. “Knowing the mayor, I’m sure there’s a lot more to it than just making donuts,” the unknown man interjected. “He’s a man who likes to get dirty, so don’t be surprised if he wants you to do something else as well. Oh, and I strongly suggest following these orders, for your sake.” The man explained sternly. He then turned around and was about to leave them, when Ronaldo suddenly had a question for the man that needed to be answered. “Wait! What should we call you?” he asked. The man turned around, tipped his hat up, and beamed his eyes behind his dark sunglasses directly at Ronaldo, which made him jolt a little. “Just call me Agent J,” he said with a smirk, and with that, Agent J walked away without saying another word.

“Uh, I don’t mean to intrude on whatever’s happening here but... what exactly did the mayor mean by going out naked in the daytime?” Sour Cream asked with a visible look of worry on his face. “I said I wanted to feel free, but that seems a bit too free...” Sour Cream was nearly shaking with fear, but then Ronaldo put his hand on Sour Cream’s shoulder in support. “It means things are about to get a lot more risky for us,” he explained sternly. “I’m more concerned about the ‘getting dirty’ part,” Lars addressed in a way that was a mix between concern and confusion, he shuttered just by even thinking about it. Mr. Fryman and Ronaldo looked at each other silently as if they knew exactly what Agent J meant by those words. The group went completely silent as they figured out what to do next.

It wasn’t until 2 minutes later that someone finally gathered their thoughts enough to be able to speak. “What are we gonna do now…? Do we just go back home?” Steven asked, worried about what could possibly happen to them all. Everyone’s mind was on what to do next. That was, until Mr. Fryman found the courage to speak up. “Come on everyone, we can’t let this ruin the night we already planned, let’s go to the park already!” he yelled cheerfully. With that, he was able to boost the morale of the group, and everyone finally got out of their dreadful mood. “You’re right, we shouldn’t let this get us down!” Lars yelled enthusiastically. “We can deal with all that stuff when it gets here!” The group lit up even more after that.

The group was about to head off, when suddenly Lars remembered something. “Wait! I almost forgot!” Lars blurted out. “What did you forget?” Steven questioned. “You’ll see!” Lars went back inside the lighthouse to retrieve what he almost left behind. “Alright, now did I put it…” He looked for a few seconds until he finally remembered where he put it. “Aha! Here it is!”

When Lars came back out about a minute later, he came out holding a backpack that looked a bit heavy. “What’s with the backpack? Already planning on running off to a new city because of the Mayor?” Sour Cream joked. “Haha, very funny,” Lars said, nearly rolling his eyes. “When I met up with Steven again after the whole ‘Agent J stealing my clothes’ event, Steven told me he wanted us all to go to the park, so I decided to plan ahead!” Lars explained to the group. “Now let's get going, you’ll all find out what’s in it when we get there.” They put their worries and uncertainties about the next afternoon aside, and with that, they headed off to the park.

It was a very warm and windy night, with a nice cool breeze flowing over and past their bodies as they all walked to the park. Sour Cream stuck his arms out as if he was about to start flying. “This feels amazing…” Sour Cream said in wonder. “Why haven’t I been doing this before?” “It feels like this almost every night, and if you like this, you’ll love the nights we go to the beach by Steven’s place,” Lars expressed in a relaxed manner with his hands behind his head. “I’m really glad you convinced me to join you guys,” Sour Cream said with a chuckle as he playfully slapped Lars’s bare ass, which made Lars flinch a bit, but they both just laughed it off. They continued to walk directly to the park, as their bodies were all bathed in moonlight.

On their way to the park, they passed by the Big Donut. They were already completely quiet and just enjoying the walk, but there was a sudden downwards shift in mood once they got near the place that they would be servicing Mayor Dewey in the next afternoon. Steven noticed that Lars had began to get a bit nervous. Steven went over to him and started to rub his back in support. “You’ll be fine Lars, it’s only one box of donuts,” Steven asserted. “Yeah but, what about what Agent J said, that he’ll most likely make us do more than that, and what about the fact that we have to go naked in the daytime?,” Lars said gloomily. “Forget all that!” Steven exclaimed while waving his hand, as if he was physically waving away all of Lars’s worries. “Whatever he has in store for us, we'll surely deal with it.” That statement made Lars smile a bit.

The group would finally make it to the park about 10 minutes later. “Y’know, this place looks cooler at night,” Sour Cream admitted. The dim lights from the buildings around them mixed with the bright moonlight above them made for perfect night visibility. “So Lars, what’s in the backpack?” Mr. Fryman asked. “Glad you asked!”, Lars beamed. He took the backpack off and started to rummage around in it. “The first surprise… A frisbee!” The group did a collective “ooo” with a look of wonder on their faces. “I used to play a lot of frisbee back in my day! Wanna do a few rounds Ronaldo?” Mr. Fryman asked. “Sure, wanna join us guys?” Ronaldo asked the rest of the group. “Nah, I think I’ll just relax and enjoy the area for a bit,” Lars said. Steven decided to do the exact same. “I’ll join you two! Although I do have to warn you guys, I’m really good at frisbee,” Sour Cream said with a chuckle.

While the rest of the group went over to play frisbee, Steven and Lars found a bench to sit on and relax with. Once the two sat down, Lars breathed out a heavy sigh of admiration for the scenery around him. “What a beautiful night,” Lars expressed in a relaxed manner. “Today was really something, but it’s all worth it when we can just be naked like this,” Steven said, completely relaxed. “Yeah… Oh, I need to show you something,” Lars suddenly blurted. He started going through his backpack again until he pulled out a small box. “What’s that?” Steven inquired. “It’s a kite! I figured tonight would be a good time for someone to use it since it’s been really windy lately,” Lars explained. “Gonna set it up?” “Well sure, but, aren’t you gonna join me?” Steven asked. “I would, but I gotta get the final surprise ready,” Lars said with a chuckle. "Alright then, have fun!" Steven said. He then went away from the bench to an open area of the park where he would set up the kite.

Lars went further away from everyone else in the park to set up the final surprise. Back at where Steven was, he was now in the process of setting up the kite. “Alright, now how do I manage to get this baby in the air…,” Steven asked to himself. As he opened and rummaged through the box, an instruction manual that contained the steps he needed to get it flying popped up in his view. As he unfolded the slightly thick manual a little, he noticed that the instructions were a bit difficult to be done by one person. “I… think I’m gonna need some help with this one,” Steven thought to himself. He then decided to ask one of the members of the group playing Frisbee, since Lars was busy getting the last surprise ready.

“Hey guys! Anyone wanna help me with something?” Steven yelled over to the frisbee players. “Sure, I’ll help,” Sour Cream yelled back as he ran over to Steven, leaving Ronaldo and Mr. Fryman to play by themselves. “What do you need help with?” Sour Cream asked, before noticing the small box Steven was holding. “It’s a kite! Lars had it in his backpack, and he wanted someone to use it,” Steven explained. “I would have set it up myself, but the manual looks a bit difficult to do by one person…” “No problem Steven, I’ll help you out.” Sour Cream grabbed the instruction manual and started to unfold what would become a very large sheet of paper. “I thought setting up a kite was usually a one-man job but… this is something else…,” Sour Cream remarked, scratching his head in confusion.

The two boys sat their exposed behinds on the soft grass below them, and got to work on assembling the kite. Pieces and parts of the kite were pulled out of the box one by one, then carefully assembled by the two. Steven decided to strike up a small conversation while working. “So, how’s the nudist experience treating you?” Steven asked Sour Cream. “It’s wonderful dude, at first I didn’t think it was a good idea to join you guys after Lars originally asked me, but I thought about it and eventually came around,” Sour Cream told Steven. “I’m glad you decided to join us but… you couldn’t have picked a worse time,” Steven said jokingly. “Don’t sweat it, I’m sure we’ll deal with the mayor’s demands just fine,” Sour Cream assured. “Yeah, I’m glad Lars set this up for us so that we could have fun here,” Steven cheerfully beamed. “Where is Lars anyway?” Sour Cream inquired, scanning the area around him. “Oh he went to set something up for us all,” Steven explained. “Huh… I wonder what it'll be,” Sour Cream queried.

Mr. Fryman and Ronaldo had been playing frisbee for quite some time, and the effect of it was starting to show on Mr. Fryman. “Hey son, I’m getting worn out over here, wanna take a break?” Mr. Fryman said, fully panting with his hands on his knees. “Sure thing, I’ll be at that bench over there,” Ronaldo noted to his dad. He went over to a bench nearby to take a small break, while Mr. Fryman plopped directly on the grass. From a further spot in the park, Lars noticed that Ronaldo was sitting alone. “This is the perfect opportunity to finally tell him my feelings…,” he thought to himself. Lars took a pause on what he was working on, grabbed a bottle of water out of the backpack, and then made his way over to the bench where Ronaldo was resting. 

“Having fun?” Lars taunted as he handed Ronaldo the bottle. “Thanks, I needed this badly,” Ronaldo said, right before almost downing the entire bottle in a few gulps. Lars sat next to the tired Ronaldo, but it wasn’t long before he almost became entranced by looking at Ronaldo’s sweaty body, from his head all the way down to his towering erection that came from the workout he got from playing frisbee. He had to pull his eyes away; any longer of a view and he would have been licking his lips.

Lars needed to start a conversation to distract himself, he felt an erection coming and he couldn’t have Ronaldo notice. “S-so, you like frisbee! How long has that been going on?” Lars sputtered awkwardly. “Oh, I’ve been playing with my dad since I was a kid,” Ronaldo explained. “I’ve become pretty good at it throughout all the years of playing with him.” Lars let out a forced chuckle, which caused Ronaldo to raise suspicion a bit. Lars was fighting against an erection, and the erection was winning. “You okay Lars? You look a little red,” Ronaldo asked in a concerned manner. “Who, me? Oh- I’m fine!” Lars awkwardly asserted while trying to get his libido under control, shifting his sitting position so Ronaldo wouldn’t notice his boyhood growing. 

“Hey, Ronaldo… There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell y-,” Lars was about to express, before being suddenly interrupted by Mr. Fryman. “Alright Ronaldo, I’m ready for another go at it!” “Alright dad, be there in a second! Now what did you want to tell me Lars?” Ronaldo questioned. Lars was about to finish his statement, but he became choked up on his own feelings, and it was getting increasingly difficult to hide the erection. “I-I’ll just tell you next time.” “Alright then, I’ll be playing frisbee if you need me,” Ronaldo told Lars before he ran off to his dad. “Damn it… Guess I’ll tell him later. Now what do I do about this?” He said, eyes glancing at the now fully erected penis of his.

Lars needed to get rid of the pent up sexual feelings he collected thanks to Ronaldo, so he would do the one thing that he could relieve himself from, but he needed to get out of view from everyone. “Guess I’ll hide behind a tree… It’s the best option I have now without having to leave and potentially get caught,” Lars concluded. He looked around his view for the biggest tree that could keep him hidden from everyone else, until one finally caught his eye. “Perfect!”

Lars went on to hide behind the tree he found, and made sure no one noticed him there. “Now let’s calm you down…” He grabbed his dick with his hands and slowly started to tug at it. In his mind flashed sexual thoughts of Ronaldo, from his round and plump ass to his thick and girthy cock. Precum dripped from his dick dropping on the grass below as he leaned on the tree. The jerking sped up once he remembered that he still had to finish his last surprise, he knew he couldn't masturbate for too long. The precum coming from him increased in volume from this action, and so did his moans, even though he was trying to suppress them.

While tugging at his about-to-explode dick with one hand, he started to rub his sensitive nipples with the other. He couldn’t stop thinking about Ronaldo, and the sexual images in his mind turned into a full-blown sex scene. He imagined Ronaldo taking his virginity; Ronaldo’s hot and sweaty body laid on top of him as he plowed his hole. This sent him over the top, and a large load of spunk sprayed out of his throbbing cock. The cum slowly continued to come out of his dick as he held onto the tree while panting. He took a few minutes to collect himself afterwards, and went back to doing what he was supposed to do, while making sure no one in the group witnessed what he just did.

“Alright, so we put this here… and that there…,” Steven uttered idly, as they finished setting up the kite. “And… we’re done!” Steven and Sour Cream marveled at the large flying toy. “Let’s get this thing flying!” Steven beamed in excitement. “I’ll hold the kite up and let the wind take it in the air while you hold the string,” Sour Cream explained to Steven. Steven handed the kite over and Sour Cream did just as he said. In only a few seconds the kite started to be lifted in the air. “This is amazing!” Steven yelled while being in awe of the large kite. It zipped and zoomed through the night sky, being directly shined on by the moonlight.

As the kite breezed along through the wind, and the frisbee tore through the air, Lars was finally finished setting up his last surprise. With an incredible sense of proudness, he yelled out to the rest of the group. “HEY GUYS, COME OVER HERE!” With that, everyone’s attention was immediately caught. The frisbee was grabbed and the kite was lowered, everyone then made their way over to Lars. The members would eventually walk up to a large and thin blanket laid out across the grass, with various snacks and drinks lined up on it. “Woah, is this a picnic?” questioned Mr. Fryman. “Yep, it’s my final surprise!”

Everyone sat down on the picnic blanket, and started to enjoy the snacks laid out for them. “These sandwiches are delicious! Did you make these yourself?” Ronaldo muffled out with a mouth full of food. “Yeah, I made them earlier! Figured this would come in handy tonight,” Lars said almost smugly. Sounds of chatter and chewing filled their area of the park, with various discussions going on between them all, like what hobbies they’ve been getting into, and how work has been. All Lars could do was sit back and think about how the night was a success. That, and Ronaldo’s body.

After all the snacks were eaten, and after the picnic was cleaned up, the group finally made their way back to the lighthouse. “Another very successful night!” said Steven, while yawning. “I think it’s time we end it for the night.” “Yeah, I’m stuffed. I need a good sleep after that,” replied Sour Cream. The lofty feeling that everyone held immediately dropped after Ronaldo reminded them about what they’ve been dreading. “Hey guys… Don’t forget about tomorrow afternoon. We all need to show up to the Big Donut. I don’t want to figure out what could happen to us if any of us are missing,” he explained. “You’re right, we should head home,” Lars said in agreement. Each person felt confident that they could tackle whatever challenge is handed to them, but there was still an underlying fear. With that, everyone left the lighthouse, with heavy tension on their minds.

Chapter Text

It was a fresh and silent morning in Beach City, where the loudest noise around were the waves crashing into the beach. Through Steven’s room beamed the sun, where everything was lit in a bright orange glow, including Steven himself, who woke up only a minute before, and his now uncovered morning wood; “I guess I can try ‘that thing’ again…,” he thought. As Steven was only thirteen, neither his dad, nor anyone in the nudist club, had actually taught him about masturbation just yet, and he didn't know how to describe the feelings he had, but after some experimentation while alone he figured out that when he rubbed his dick for long enough, the substance that he called "white goo" would come out.

Laid out in his comfortable bed, Steven grabbed his boyhood with both of his hands, and began to tug like there was no tomorrow. As he started, he remembered the dream he woke up from that exact morning, where he walked in on his dad using the shower, his wet body covered from head to toe in soap suds. In the dream, Greg noticed Steven watching and checking out every feature of his body, yet continued to wash himself silently in his presence. Remembering the details of this dream only made Steven hornier. His tugs got harder and harder as he fantasized about his dad’s naked wet body more and more. He didn’t always think of his dad in this way, but ever since puberty started for him, he noticed himself feeling weird around Greg. After about a few minutes of rubbing his cock with his mind deep in pure fantasy, pre-cum started to ooze out of his dick, which gleamed in the orange sunlight.

After about half an hour of jerking off, Steven came very close to cumming, but was suddenly interrupted by a knock at the door. Steven, still half-asleep, got out of bed without a second thought and opened the door to a nervous Lars. “Morning, Steven, are you rea…,” Lars said before trailing off once he realized he was standing in front of a half-sleep and pre-cum-oozing Steven. “Yeah, what’s up Lars?” Steven asked mid-yawn. “I… guess you’re getting a head start on the day!…,” Lars nervously joked. “But this is no time for masturbating, we have to go to the Big Donut today, remember? Everyone’s already there waiting for us.” Upon hearing those words, Steven remembered the events of the day before and immediately snapped out of his half-sleep state. “You’re right, I need to get ready… Wait, what’s masturbating?” Steven asked. Lars rapidly went red. “...It’s nothing, just clean up and get dressed so we can leave,” he rushed, not wanting to give Steven the ‘birds and the bees’ talk.

Steven went into the bathroom to clean up the pre-cum that covered his dick. As he wiped it off with toilet paper, he couldn’t help but to think about that dream, and why he was having it. Recently, Steven has been having plenty of lewd dreams about his dad, and almost every morning, he would cum while remembering and fantasizing about them. He hasn’t told Greg about the nudist club, but he fantasizes about Greg joining it just so he could have an excuse to look at his naked body as much as possible. He thought about telling him about the club, however he’s extremely worried about how Greg would react, and no one outside of the club (and the mayor, of course) knew about it. Steven had to push back against those thoughts for now. He flushed the toilet paper, went to his room to get dressed in his usual outfit, then after getting ready, he headed out the door with Lars for the Big Donut.

As they were walking along the beach to get to the Big Donut, Steven noticed how quiet Lars had gotten since they left his house. He looked over to see that Lars was gloomily looking out at the water as if he was completely filled with dread. “Is everything alright?” Steven asked, breaking the ice. Lars blinked a few times and looked as if he snapped out of a trance after he heard that question. “Oh! Everything’s fine, it’s just… What if my parents figure out that I’m in a nudist group because of the mayor?” he asked, very worried. Steven patted him on the back. “It’s gonna be fine, we just have to make sure that we follow the mayor’s orders,” he reassured. “I hope you’re right…” The duo walked down the beach until the Big Donut came into view.

As they walked up to the store, they saw the rest of the group waiting for them outside. “Oh there you boys are, I thought you ended up deciding not to come, Steven,” Mr. Fryman joked. “Sorry I didn’t get here earlier, am I late?” Steven asked. “Nah, the mayor hasn’t shown up yet. You should go in there and get those donuts ready, Lars,” Sour Cream advised. “You’re right, he did request for me to make a box of those in his letter…,” Lars trailed off, remembering something important. “Speaking of which, didn’t the letter say that he wanted to meet us in the nude?” Ronaldo gasped as he also remembered the letter. “You’re right! We should go inside so no one sees us…”

The group walked into the Big Donut one by one, and once they were all inside they immediately started to strip off all of their clothing. “Feels weird to be getting nude at a place like this while the sun is out…,” Steven said in interest. “Yeah, usually we go to the beach during the day,” Ronaldo replied. It wasn’t long before they all stood among each other completely nude. Since the front of the Big Donut had wide windows, anyone who passed by could potentially see 5 naked bodies in front of them, which is why the group had to be extra careful at a time like this. “Damn, this is really risky…,” Mr. Fryman said, looking at the windows that had them in full view. “I sure hope this doesn’t take long.”

“Alright, the mayor should be here any moment, so I’ll go make the box of donuts for him,” Lars informed. While he walked to the back of the store where the donuts were, the rest of the group tried to figure out what the mayor’s intentions truly were. ”So what do you guys think the mayor’s plan behind all this is?” Steven asked. “Do you think he’s gonna tell the whole city about us?” “I sure hope not, it’d be really weird trying to explain all this to my parents,” Sour Cream replied, in a joking-yet-serious way. “Yeah, and Ronaldo and I haven’t exactly told Peedee about all this yet, we had to sneak past him this morning just to get here,” Mr. Fryman replied. In a movie-like scene of determination, Steven raised his fist, and tried his best to encourage the group. “Let’s just keep the mayor satisfied, so we can all keep this a secret!” “...I think you’ve been watching a bit too much Dogcopter, Steven,” Ronaldo joked. The rest of the group ended up in laughter.

After about 10 minutes of discussion among the group, it wasn’t long before they got curious on what was taking Lars so long to make the box of donuts. “How long does it usually take to make one of those boxes?” Sour Cream asked. “I’m not sure, it’s never taken me this long to get a box,” Steven replied. That only left the group in even deeper confusion. “Hopefully he can make it fast enough, who knows when the mayor will get here?“ Steven cautioned. “We have been here for quite a while, you think the mayor forgot about all of this?” Ronaldo wondered. Mr. Fryman promptly shook his head in disagreement. “I doubt it, with the letter he sent to us, and his agent stealing Lars’ clothes, I’m sure whatever he wants, he’s pretty determined to get it.” Ronaldo became slightly more worried from that explanation. “...I’m gonna go check on Lars,” he announced.

Ronaldo walked to the back of the store where Lars was supposedly working on the box of donuts. “Is everything alright back here?” he asked. “Yeah, everything’s fi-,” Lars said unenthusiastically, before turning around and realizing it was Ronaldo standing there. “O-oh hey Ronaldo! Y-yeah everything’s fine,” he stammered, as his face immediately went red. “Are you… okay?” Ronaldo asked worryingly. “Who, me? I’m goood, I’m chillll,” Lars said, trying not to put any focus on Ronaldo’s nude body standing right in front of him. “Well… that’s good to hear,” Ronaldo replied. “We were all just a bit worried about you being back here for so long, are the donuts ready?” After being reminded about the donuts, Lars’ entire mood shifted. “Yeah, they’re right there…,” he replied almost gloomily, pointing to the box.

Ronaldo became worried from Lars’ current emotion. “Is… something wrong?” he asked. “I’m just trying to prepare myself for what could happen to us,” Lars explained. “Don’t worry dude, we’re gonna make sure that nothing bad happens to any of us, I promise,” Ronaldo said, getting closer to Lars and putting his hand on Lars’ shoulder. Lars got even more red in the face than before, and even started to get slightly horny as he felt Ronaldo’s body heat start to surround him. The mood did a complete 180-degree turn, and now it was even harder for Lars to control his coming erection. “H-hey, why don’t you go take these to the front!” Lars asserted, awkwardly grabbing the box of donuts then shoving them into Ronaldo’s hands. “Oh, okay then!…” Ronaldo responded in a confused manner. Lars quickly needed the space to get rid of his erection, so he frantically turned Ronaldo around and started to shove him out of the back of the store. “Don’t worry about me! I’m completely fine back here!” Lars assured, while awkwardly laughing.

Once he was able to get control of his thoughts again, and his raging erection finally calmed down, Lars went back to the front of the store to be with the rest of the group. “Sorry I took so long, I had to clear my head for a bit,” Lars explained. “It’s fine, we’re just glad you’re alrigh-,” Sour Cream expressed, before immediately being cut off by the slowly increasing noise of what sounded like a car. “...Do you all hear that?” Steven asked. Sour Cream nodded. “Yeah, and it’s getting louder too.” The group stayed silent as the sound became more noticeable. A minute later, the group looked outside and spotted a small black limo driving up to the front of the Big Donut. “He’s here,” Mr. Fryman quietly remarked.

The group walked up closer to the window to try and get a glimpse of who it was in the limo. “The windows are too tinted, I can’t even see who’s in it,” Steven complained. “It definitely can’t be anyone but the mayor. He’s the only person in the entire city who can make this kind of entrance,” Ronaldo explained. Suddenly, a massive man wearing a black suit and sunglasses emerged from the front of the limo. He went to open the limo’s back door that was directly facing the Big Donut. Once the door was opened, the figure was slightly revealed. A second man walked out of the back limo with a black briefcase. Once he fully came into view, there was no doubt about it, it was none other than Mayor Dewey himself.

After exiting the limo, he made his way into the Big Donut, following behind the unknown suited man that was with him. Once the unknown man got in the store, he stood still by the door with his hands behind his back, as if he was completely unmovable, and once the mayor was inside, he took a good look around at each of the nudists in the store. “Hello gentlemen, I hope I’m not too late.” The group went completely silent, as if they were fully stuck and couldn’t talk or move at all. His eyes darted directly at Lars. “I assume you have what I asked for, correct?” the mayor continued. Lars used most of his strength to try and utter a single sentence. “Y-yes sir, it’s right over here on the counter…” Lars quickly walked behind the counter to ring him up. The mayor followed and walked up to the counter as the rest of the group stood in their spots completely still, not being able to peel their eyes off of him for even one second. “For the record, you all don’t have to call me sir, just call me Bill,” Mayor Dewey informed with a chuckle.

Bill grabbed his wallet out of his pocket and handed Lars the money needed to buy the box of donuts. Once he was finished being rung up, he grabbed a donut out of the box and began to eat it. “Mmm, is this filled with strawberry jam? You really picked out the best ones,” he said with his mouth full of food. He took a swallow and then noticed that the rest of the group still looked basically terrified. “Come on guys, you all look so tense! Loosen up a little!” Bill said before taking another bite. “I’m not a threat, I promise, my bodyguard won't bite either.” That sentence made Steven’s silence crack a bit. “If you’re not a threat, then why did you make Agent J steal Lars’ clothes?” “Oh that? I was just having a bit of fun! Besides, I have a ton of great pics from that event that Agent J took,” Bill responded. He picked up his briefcase and put it on the counter. He opened it and took out a small photo. He held it out for everyone to see, and even turned around to let Lars take a look, to which it immediately made him go pale. “Is this… a nude picture of me!?”

Bill smirked. “This briefcase is full of nude pictures from your recent outings,” he explained. “B-but how did you even get these?” Lars asked frantically. “I have my agent take these bad boys for me whenever you all are out being naked. This one’s a personal favorite of mine,” he said, after shuffling through the briefcase full of pictures, and finally finding the image. He grabbed the photo and held it out for the members to see. “Wait a minute, is that-,” Ronaldo said, being cut off by his own shock. “Yes, yes it is. You and your dad having a very hot moment in the Ferris Wheel!” Bill teased. The only word to come out of anyone’s mouth for a solid 30 seconds was a quick “Woah” from Sour Cream. “Oh, and you’re all free to take a look at these pictures, of course,” Bill taunted in the midst of their shock. Steven went up to the briefcase and started to look at the many images taken of their nude outings by Agent J. “I still don’t get it… How can you claim not to be a threat with all this?” Steven inquired. “It’s because I’m not quite that different from you all,” Bill replied.

In a shocking move that stunned almost everyone in the room, Bill walked to the center of the store, then immediately tore off his clothes to strip down to his birthday suit. “Wasn’t expecting this to happen, were you? I got a special tearaway suit just for this moment,” Bill grinned. “Now... How can I be the bad guy, if I’m also a nudist?” Those words made everyone in the room come to a full freeze, no one knowing how to react. To add on even more to the shock, with a quick snap of his fingers, the bodyguard standing by the door also tore off his suit, and once he was fully nude, he returned back to his position, and held his hands behind his back, leaving his nude muscular body in full view. “See? Now we’re all equal here, nothing bad about that, is there?” Bill said slyly. He went back over to the counter to have another donut.

While everyone in the room went into pure frozen astonishment trying to process what was going on, there was one person with a particularly stoic and unsurprised expression, to which Ronaldo noticed. “D-dad, is everything alright?” he said, still trying to reel himself in from the now nude mayor standing in front of them all. Bill looked over and noticed the expression as well. “Oh? Looks like Fryboy’s memories are flooding back in,” Bill said with a chuckle. “Fryboy? Who’s that?” Ronaldo questioned. “It’s my old nickname from when I was younger, back when I was a young nudist,” Mr. Fryman grumbled. “Oh, so you do remember! Maybe you can tell me why I got kicked out from our little group then, huh?” Bill provoked. “Group? Were you in a group like ours… with him?” Steven asked. “Yeah, we were, and you know exactly why we wanted you out, Bill,” Mr. Fryman said almost angrily. That made Bill notice Mr. Fryman’s growing emotion. “Ah well, guess it’s simply not that important then,” he settled, bringing his focus back to his donuts.

About a few minutes later with a third of his donut box empty, Bill remembered something brought up by his agent right before he got to the Big Donut. “Now, according to my agent, you boys walked here clothed, correct?” Bill inquired. “Of course we did, we didn’t want anyone to see us walk here naked,” Sour Cream explained. “Ah, I guess you didn’t read my letter correctly. You were supposed to walk here completely nude, not get here and then undress,” Bill explained. “Huh? Does it really matter that much?” Lars asked. “Yeah, it does. I managed to keep the entire city in their houses just for this morning. Why do you think you all saw absolutely no one outside on your way here?” The group thought about it for a minute. “I… did notice that the city was a lot quieter than usual coming here…,” Ronaldo admitted. “Precisely, and my work isn’t going to waste either,” Bill replied.

“Guess that means I have to give out the first punishment!” Bill said oddly cheerfully. A collective “Huh?!” was simultaneously yelled from each member of the club. “For something as simple as that?” Lars questioned. “Yep! Follow my rules or pay the price,” Bill explained. “And since you’re the one who wants to question said rules, this first one goes out to you!” Lars immediately went completely pale, yet that shock instantly turned into confusion when Bill grabbed a donut and stuck his freshly shaven cock right through it. “For your first punishment, you must eat this donut off of my dick.”

As if the mayor of the city revealing himself to be a nudist wasn't startling enough to them, this left everyone even more aghast. "I have to eat a donut off of what?!" Lars loudly questioned. "Oh don't be so dramatic, it's not like I'm asking you to suck me off or anything!" Bill claimed, almost teasing him. "And besides, if you don't do it, there will be consequences.” “So much for not being a threat…,” Steven inaudibly mumbled. “Oh come on, lighten up on him, it was a simple mistake,” Mr. Fryman protested. “Oh no, I’m not letting you all off that easy, I had to pull a ton of strings to make this outing possible, this is happening one way or another!” Bill ordered. “Now get over here, Lars. Eat this donut off of my hard dick.” Lars shakily walked over to Bill, then slowly got on his knees, where he was face to face with Bill’s now pulsating dick.

The mood of the room went tense. Lars, while on his knees, mere inches away from Bill's now leaking cock, took a big gulp. "Do I really have to do this…?" "Of course not! That is, if you don't mind me leaking all those pictures to the whole city, that is," Bill explained. Lars was at a crossroads, either he kept his dignity and had everything about the group revealed, or he took one for the team and ate the donut off of the throbbing dick. "...I'll do it," he reluctantly said. "You choose correctly," Bill teased while slightly chuckling. Lars then slowly inched closer and closer to Bill’s donut-ringed manhood. “You don’t have to do this Lars!” Mr. Fryman tried to plead to him, before being shut down by Bill. “Let him do it Fryboy, you owe me for what I went through when we were younger anyway.” Mr. Fryman went silent and looked downwards after that.

Lars had gotten as close as possible to the donut before a loud voice suddenly filled the room. “WAIT!” Ronaldo exclaimed. “Oh? You got something to say?” Bill questioned. “L-let me take the punishment instead of Lars… I can’t let him do this to himself,” Ronaldo pleaded. Bill thought on it for a few seconds before quickly making a decision. “...Fine, you’re safe for now Lars. Get over here Ronaldo,” Bill concluded. With a quick sigh of relief, Lars got up off of his knees and went over to the side of the room. Ronaldo went over to Bill and mirrored the actions of Lars, getting on his knees and getting closer and closer to the donut until his mouth made contact with the treat. “Now eat it,” Bill ordered.

Ronaldo slowly took small bites of the donut from the base of Bill’s shaft, with Bill’s leaking pre-cum slowly oozing on his face. Everyone had a view of the action from behind, which made it look like Ronaldo was truly sucking off Bill. The view was lewd enough that Lars, paying attention to Ronaldo, started to get horny again. His dick started to slowly grow second by second as he started to imagine himself being in Bill’s place. As he was talking bites, Ronaldo’s hand held up the rest of the donut to keep it from falling, but from Lars’ view, it looked like he was jerking him off, which threw him over the edge even more, enough so that his cock started to leak.

The other members were all focused on the donut eating, so they didn’t notice Lars’ growing penis, but Bill noticed that Lars was getting harder and harder, and wanted to play around with him. “Don’t forget to lick up the extra glazing, Ronaldo,” Bill ordered. Ronaldo reluctantly began to lick up all of the extra glaze that was left on his dick by the donuts. Hearing the licking sounds only made his imagination of Ronaldo sucking him off even more vivid, and it made him hornier. Lars’ libido built up so high that his breathing turned into full-on panting. Bill decided to up the ante and start to rub the back of Ronaldo’s head with a very slight fake moan, as if he was getting some kind of sexual gratification from this. As this was pushing Lars too close to climax, before he ended up bursting a load of cum in front of everyone, he sprung into a run straight to the back of the store to prevent anyone else from seeing that happen.

The tension was at an all-time max as everyone watched intensely at the two, the group only barely even noticing Lars’ exit from the room. Ronaldo took a few final licks, and the deed was done. “Good work Ronaldo, the punishment has been lifted!” Bill praised. “Thanks…,” Ronaldo uttered, before he got up off of his knees and wiped his face off. He walked back over to his dad where he patted Ronaldo on his back. “That was really admirable, sticking up for Lars,” Mr. Fryman quietly complimented. “Hey, why did Lars run off?” Sour Cream asked. “I may have an idea of what happened… But it’s best to let him be at the moment,” Bill explained, with a small laugh. He grabbed what was left of his box of donuts and went over to hand it to his bodyguard. With one snap, his nude bodyguard immediately went to put the box in the limo. “One last thing before I go boys, you all have an hour left before everyone in the city begins to come outside for the day, I would suggest not getting dressed until you are all in your homes,” Bill warned teasingly. “So… What happens next?” Steven asked. “You’ll get the answer to that from my agent, I plan to have a lot of fun with you all next time,” Bill said while grinning.

He grabbed his suitcase and was about to head out, when he suddenly stopped himself at the door. “Oh, and Steven, I suggest you talk to your dad about this group of yours, his reaction may surprise you!” Bill then left out of the Big Donut, got into the back of his limo, then drove off. A minute later, Steven broke the silence. “...What did he mean by that?” Steven asked, completely puzzled. “I think I know what he meant,” Mr. Fryman replied. “Your dad, like me and Bill, was also in our nudist group. Now, I don’t know what Bill’s planning to do, but I also think that it’s best for you to go talk to your dad about us.” Steven became nervous about having to tell him and how he could react, yet also horny from the possibility that he may finally have the opportunity to see his dad’s naked body somehow. “Alright… I’ll tell him then, hopefully he won’t be mad at me…,” Steven said. “Let’s get out of here, I’m sure Lars will be fine back there,” Sour Cream requested. The group left out of the store without getting back in their clothes, as ordered by the mayor, and made their way home.

While in the back of the store, Lars was just about ready to explode. With his back against the wall and both of his hands on his dick, he began to think about what just went down with Ronaldo and Bill, along with also fantasizing about all the times that he’s seen Ronaldo’s naked body. He started to slowly jerk his already throbbing dick, with images of Ronaldo’s plump ass and rock hard cock flashing through his mind. With each memory of Ronaldo’s body he remembered, his tugging only became faster. He began to play out full-on sex scenes in his head. He started to moan and pant as he jerked off, wishing that he could have sex with the real Ronaldo, and not have it limited to just his imagination.

He started off with imagining sucking off Ronaldo from head to balls until spurts of cum shot into his mouth. Lars’ breathing became deeper and deeper as his libido grew, and he was ready to let Ronaldo completely wreck his asshole by now. With his imagination becoming even more vivid, and his moaning getting louder, he finally tensed up as his cock began to shoot out multiple shots of cum all over the floor in front of him. While panting and catching his breath, he sank down to the floor, where he sat there bare-assed while his dick continued to drip out cum. Once his head became clear, he thought about what he needed to do now. “I need to confess my feelings for him soon…” Lars looked at the mess he made on the floor with all of his cum. “I should probably clean this up as well…”

Chapter Text

A loud rush of water continuously reverberated across the dense forest. The serene area of land was filled with many different harmless critters and animals; peace was the way of this forest. On a rather large rock stationed directly in front of the waterfall sat a young boy, whose hair was as yellow as the sun. There was not a single piece of clothing on the boy, as he had no desire to wear any. For him, being naked was the right way to be.

The boy sat on the rock without a single care in the world. Feeling water droplets from the large waterfall spray him as he rubbed his body, he made sure that he felt the moisture seep into his skin. While relaxing on the rock, the boy slowly played with himself and gently tugged his growing dick as he mindlessly watched the waterfall bring tons of water downwards in front of him. The more he touched himself, the deeper his breathing became, and it wasn’t long before precum slowly oozed out as well.

Tugging even harder, he felt the feeling of needing to cum grow inside of him, but before he had the chance to finish, he stopped himself from doing so. Instead he raised his arms in the air and took a big stretch; his body was beyond relaxed. As his eyes were still fixated on the waterfall, there was only a single idea left in the boy’s mind, and it was to take a long swim in the pool of water below it. He slowly stood up, the sun softly lighting his bare body as he came out of the shade. Looking upon the water below him, he made a deep inhale, and leaped.

With a big splash that came as a result, the boy was now completely submerged in the body of water. Extending his naked limbs outwards, he began to float underwater as he felt the world around him begin to disappear. The feeling of being gently carried through the body of water tranquilized him more than anything else ever could. The boy opened his eyes, witnessing the blue-tinged reality around him. He was in awe of the sight, many different fish swimming with him as colorful rocks gleamed in different shades. The only thing more beautiful than the view was the naked boy himself.

Though he was perfectly happy underwater, he did need to breathe as he was only human. He swam upwards, watching as the water above him grew brighter until he finally emerged and took a deep breath. Upon wiping his face off and opening his eyes once again, a peculiar bird was now perched on the rock he was previously sitting on. A slight feeling of confusion hit the boy, but there was more wonder than worry. He swam closer to it, hearing that it was making a sound, but not comprehending it. As he continued to move forward however, the sound it made became clearer.

“Fryman… Fryman… FRYMAN!”

A pair of eyes jolted open, a boy waking up from a deep slumber with his head on a desk. “H-huh?!” he said, looking around at a classroom that was currently in session. “If you want to sleep, you should have done that last night, not in here,” the teacher said, scolding the boy. An assortment of giggles filled the wide room which only made the boy’s face turn red in embarrassment. He quickly realized that everything he went through was only a dream, and that reality was much less relaxing. Looking downwards in shame, he wished that he had never moved closer to the bird that yelled his name. He also wished that he didn't have to feel the small wet spot in his boxers from the precum that came out in his sleep.

Fryman sat through the remainder of the class reminiscing about that dream. Interestingly enough, it wasn’t the first time he had a dream like that. He had been having dreams lately where he would be nude in various different places, from forests and deserts, to cities and farms. He would also play with himself in these dreams; sometimes cumming in them as well, which usually led to needing a cleanup after waking up. These dreams were interesting for a 13 year old, and there was no idea in his head as to why these dreams were occurring, but he wanted nothing less than to make these dreams a reality.

The school day had ended, and Fryman was finally beginning his walk home. After being woken up from his dream things seemed to be calm for the day, until he made it outside the school. It was below the front steps of the school that Fryman was suddenly pushed to the ground. “Watch where you’re going, Fryboy!” a boy said with an evil cackle while high fiving his equally evil friend. “And don’t forget to give me your math homework tomorrow!” he said while walking off. As Fryman attempted to get off the ground to get himself together, a third figure appeared, and this person seemed to be a lot nicer than the other two.

“Are you okay? Those jerks need to be taught a lesson,” the boy asked. “I-I’m fine. Who are you, exactly?” Fryman asked. “Me? Name’s Greg, and yours?” Greg asked back. “Oh, everyone calls me Fryboy,” Fryman replied. “Fryboy… I like that name! Mind if I use it?” Greg beamed. Fryman’s eyes lit up a bit after hearing Greg’s enthusiasm. “Not at all!” he replied, he couldn’t imagine that someone would want to call him Fryboy without also making fun of him as well.

“Awesome! So Fryboy, what are you gonna do today?” Greg asked, oddly forward as if he’d known him for a while. “Not much, I think I’ll just play a few video games today,” Fryman answered, wondering why he was curious. “Sounds fun! Can I come over?” Greg asked. Fryman looked at Greg as if he began speaking an incomprehensible language, no one had ever asked him that before and he definitely wasn’t going to miss out on it. “Sure!” Fryman replied. While he was a bit tense about someone being this friendly with him, he ultimately felt happy about it.

The two decided to walk to Fryman’s house together. On their way there, they talked about their interests and what they usually liked to do; getting to know each other better because of it. “Oh yeah, I got this new video game a little while ago, you should play it with me when we get there,” Fryman said to Greg, who was equally as excited to play it. “Can’t wait!” As they continued talking, they realized that they both shared many things in common; they even shared the same favorite food! Fryman had ended up smiling so much that his cheeks began to hurt.

It was near the middle of the walk that Greg brought something up which made Fryman freeze in his steps. “I wonder… When you were sleeping in class earlier, what were you dreaming about? You seemed to be in a pretty deep sleep,” Greg asked. Fryman thought for a moment, he didn't exactly know how to tell him that he was masturbating outdoors in yet another dream. He could tell him the truth and risk weirding Greg out, or he could make something up and guarantee that their newfound friendship would continue.

“I-it wasn’t anything exciting, just a simple dream about a game I play,” Fryman said, choosing the path of lies. “Sounds cool, what game was it about?” Greg asked, excited to know more. “Oh uh… Teens of Rage ‘85!” he sputtered. “I love that game! We should play that one if you have it,” Greg said with glee, not realizing that Fryman was wiping the sweat off of his forehead. “Y-yeah of course I have it! Hahaha…”

After a few more minutes of walking, the duo would finally make it to Fryman’s house. “Come on in,” Fryman announced as he opened the door. Upon walking in, Fryman felt a sense of tranquility quietly fall over him. The house always seemed to offer him some comfort from the stressful experience of being in school everyday. He was finally able to start relaxing so that he could try to distract himself from the dream that was playing in his head on loop.

After grabbing a few snacks from the fridge, Fryman directed Greg to his room. Once he entered, Greg was pleasantly surprised at all the cool things in Fryman’s room, from action figures to video games, and even comics. “Woah, your room is pretty cool…” Greg marveled. “Thanks! I pretty much got all this stuff as gifts from my parents,” Fryman explained. “My parents won’t let me have cool things, they won't even let me have any video games,” Greg said a bit solemnly. “That sucks… You can come over and play games anytime!” Fryman suggested. “Thanks, Fryboy,” Greg replied in a brighter mood.

Though Fryman was attempting to relax his mind from earlier events, he still couldn't shake the dream off. The feeling of being naked in a public setting was the main theme for his dreams, and it only made him want to be like that in the real world. As Fryman was distracted by this dilemma, Greg noticed that his new gaming buddy was obviously thinking hard about something by the mistakes he kept making in the game, and how he kept glancing out the window with a slightly sad look on his face.

Fryman was brought back to his senses when he noticed that the game in front of him was suddenly paused. “Hey man, are you doing alright? You’re messing up quite a lot,” Greg asked worriedly. At first Fryman considered lying again, but he knew that the feeling wouldn't go away if he did, so he decided to come clean in the hopes that he could take some of the weight off his shoulders. “That dream I had earlier… I lied to you about it. It wasn't about Teens of Rage, it was about me being naked in a forest and touching myself,” Fryman explained.

Fryman clenched his teeth and closed his eyes tightly as if he was expecting a horrible response from Greg, but he was met with a completely different reaction. “...That's it? That's nothing!” Greg said while chuckling. “Dreams are usually weird, and I'm sure this was just a one time thing anyway. Why did you feel the need to lie?” “Because this isn't the first time I had a dream like that. It's been going on for months, in fact,” Fryman explained. “I'm always naked outside somewhere, a park, a forest, even a school! I'm masturbating most of the time as well.”

Greg was speechless for a bit, he hadn't known of dreams that repeated like this before. “...I'm sure there's some explanation as to why you have these kinds of dreams, right?” Greg asked, his laughter going silent and now turning into confusion. “I'm not entirely sure but, I do want to go somewhere and get naked, y’know?” Fryman said, a voice in the back of his head telling him to stop revealing so much to not risk this friendship. “That’s interesting… Have you done it before?” Greg candidly asked. “H-huh? I can't just go and do it at any given moment!” Fryman said, shocked by Greg’s sudden straightforwardness.

“I mean, why not? What's the worst that could happen?” Greg asked in curiosity. “I'd be in huge trouble if anyone ever found out, for starters…” Fryman said, thinking of the worst-case scenario. “Well now I’m all curious about it myself, I've never even thought about going outside my room naked, let alone outside my house,” Greg wondered. “Jerking off outside too? That hadn't even crossed my mind…” The two went silent for a bit. While Greg pondered on being naked in the outside world, Fryman was worried about whether or not he could continue being friends with Greg.

Looking over at Fryman, Greg noticed how nervous Fryman looked. In a quiet and swift motion, Greg put his arm around Fryman’s shoulder in support. “What’s with the sad face? I'm not gonna judge you or anything!” Greg said in solidarity. “You won't?” “Of course I won't, you seem like a pretty cool guy to hang out with. Plus, you have cool stuff in your room,” he said with a cheeky grin. Hearing those words put Fryman at ease, he no longer needed to worry about weirding Greg out because of his strange dreams.

“Y’know, you can just sneak out at night if you wanna be naked somewhere,” Greg revealed. “I've never done that before… Have you?” Fryman asked, wondering where he could have snuck off to. “I do it all the time, it's boring just staying in the house all night.” “Where do you go?” Fryman asked, curious about Greg’s sneaky activities. “Usually the arcade after hours, or to meet a few friends if they're awake,” Greg answered.

Fryman thought more on that, he hadn't considered that he could just sneak out at night, but the more he thought about it, the more it became his plan for that night. Even though he had never thought of doing something like that before, the thought excited him quite a lot; so much that he began to grow a boner next to his new friend. Awkwardly hiding it with the controller, he pretended like nothing happened. After a bit of time, they then unpaused the game, and began to play it again.

Hours had passed, and the sky was beginning to darken for the night. Putting away the controllers and turning off the system after cleaning up from the snacks they had earlier that day, the two were finally ready to part ways. “Thanks for letting me come over, I had lots of fun!” Greg said happily. “No problem, you can come over anytime,” Fryman replied. Waving a quick goodbye right outside the front door, Greg then left for his own home, where he would be alone as his parents were on vacation for the week.

Fryman closed the door and let out the deepest sigh he could. Not only did he make a new friend, but he revealed a part of himself that he wanted to keep hidden and wasn’t judged negatively for it. Though it seemed that Greg’s advice stuck in his mind, as he seriously began to wonder if he should sneak out that night in the buff. He was still extremely worried about doing it, but the concept was too enticing. Since the sun was down, he began to get ready for bed, but he continued to think about what would really happen if he went out there naked.

Even more time had passed, and the entire city was as still as could be, with the exception of Fryman’s mind. All night, his thoughts were at war with each other; deciding on taking the plunge and risking the trouble of going outside unclothed, or ignoring the urges and staying inside no matter what. The consequences seemed so heavy, yet the rewards seemed so great. At that moment, he thought back at the various dreams he had, where he would be in an area all alone with nothing to cover up with and feel completely at peace. He then looked over at the clock in his room and realized that it was already 3AM. If he was going to do this, it was the perfect time to do so.

It was then that he made his final decision. He no longer wanted to feel caged in by his own clothes, and he wanted to try and make his dreams into a reality. With that decision being made, he flung himself out of his bed, closed his eyes, and took his shirt off. It felt a little awkward at first, but he knew that this wasn't enough and that it was only step one, he wanted to be fully naked. He continued even further by grasping the waistband of his pants and underwear together, taking a deep breath, and pushing them down to the floor.

His mind had seemed to immediately go silent as soon as his privates were exposed, a stark difference from the loudness of it just minutes ago. “It's weird… Usually I'm only this naked in the bathroom…” he thought, wondering about his next move afterwards. Slowly stepping out of his pulled down pants he moved closer towards the door of his room; opening it while he was completely nude would be a brand new frontier for him. His heartbeat sped up as he got closer to touching the doorknob. He had to be as quiet as possible however, one false move and his parents would find everything out. He quietly grabbed the knob, and with the tightest squeeze on it, he pulled it open until…

…He finally did it. He was outside of his room while naked. His mind was thrown into a frenzy, but he knew that he had to pull it together, because he still needed to make it outside. After getting his heart to calm down a bit, he started to tiptoe through the house. Dodging various items and furniture that would have ruined the plan if they made even the smallest of noises, he bravely made it past the worst of it, but he wasn’t out of earshot of his parents yet, he still needed to do just one more thing, open the front door.

“You can do this, you can do this, you can do this!” he repeated confidently in his mind. This was the final barrier to making his dreams into a reality, all he had to do was quietly open a door. He was excited to finally go out and feel completely free, a bit too excited in fact, because as soon as he made it to the door, he reached out his arm too fast and it bumped into the coat rack next to it, causing a quiet yet still audible thump sound. Fryman immediately froze where he stood. At first, he didn’t know if anyone in the house heard the sound, so he thought that he might have gotten away with it until he heard a booming voice come from the back of the house.

“What was that noise? Was that you, son?” his dad asked from the master bedroom. Fryman was even more terrified by now, he was completely naked and planning on sneaking out, his parents would flip if they knew what was going on. He had no choice but to lie to him, not only so that he could continue to go outside, but because he also didn’t want his game console locked away for the next ten years. “Uhh, yeah it’s me! I just needed a glass of water,” Fryman said in a very shaky voice. “....Alright, just go to bed when you’re done, you have school in a few hours,” his dad announced, right before going back to bed for the night.

Fryman took a moment to get his mind to calm down. He could have been found out and strictly dealt with. He got lucky this time, but he knew that if there would be a next time, he had to be smarter, but for now he still needed to do one last thing, open the door. Slowly reaching his hand out to not make any more mistakes, he was finally able to grab the knob, making sure that he didn’t make any sudden movements. Closing his eyes, he slowly turned the doorknob until a tiny click was heard, and he then pulled the door open slowly until he felt the cool air hit his uncovered privates.

His eyes still closed from bracing himself intensely, he then took his first few steps outside of the house while nude. His body was practically shaking from the nervousness he felt, was anyone able to see him? Was there an officer around? Were people looking from their windows? Anything was possible in a situation like this, and he needed to be real careful. After closing the door behind him, he finally completed his goal of seeing what his dreams would feel like, he just needed to open his eyes once and for all. Upon opening them however, what he saw in that moment would give him a shock that he'd remember for the rest of his life.

“Gah!” Fryman quietly yelled upon seeing the dark figure in front of him. His heart began pounding, who was this person? It was only his first time out like this and he’d already been caught! He was filled with fear, visibly shaking until he actually heard the person’s voice, to which that fear had quickly turned into embarrassment. “Calm down man, It’s just me!” the voice said. At first, Fryman had to think about whose voice that was, until it hit him, it was none other than Greg.

Fryman immediately covered his penis up with his hands, he didn’t want his brand new friend seeing him this exposed. “W-what are you doing here?” Fryman whispered to Greg, whom he couldn’t see clearly at that moment. “I had a feeling you’d try something like this, I’m glad that you pulled it off!” Greg enthusiastically beamed. “I’m sure your parents are inside though… Let’s go closer to that streetlight over there so you can see me, and so we don’t have to be as quiet,” Greg quietly suggested. This idea made Fryman even more nervous as he couldn’t use the darkness of the night as a shield if he went under the light, but for some reason, Greg made him feel safer than usual.

The two then walked over to the nearest streetlight, where both Greg and Fryman became more visible. “Wow, so you actually did it, huh. You don’t look half bad, Fryboy!” Greg joked, getting an eyeful of Fryman’s body. “I didn’t know you’d be out here, I’m sorta embarrassed…” Fryman said while heavily blushing with his hands still covering his dick. “Hmm… How about I help you feel less embarrassed?” Greg asked, leaving Fryman confused. “How could you possibly do that?” Fryman asked. “Like this!” Greg said. Without any warning, Greg began to take his clothes off as well.

Shortly afterwards, there stood a second naked boy, who had much more confidence than the other. “Sooo, whaddya think?” Greg asked, with his hands spread outwards so that his entire body was in view. Fryman could do nothing but blush, and hide the sudden yet odd erection that was growing as a result. “I-I’m even more embarrassed… But I do appreciate the gesture!” Fryman said, barely being able to pry his eyes away from him. The next few minutes were filled with awkward silence, as neither boy had a single idea on what to do next.

Fryman continued to take silent glances at Greg’s body. Since he had never seen another boy naked before, he gained feelings that he had never felt before, and it began to show with the growing boner, though he eventually had to stop and focus on something else to keep Greg from noticing. On the other hand, Greg seemed much calmer, basking in the brand new feeling of being naked while outside. “How do you feel?” Greg asked Fryman, who was still focused on Greg’s body. “I’m still embarrassed but… I’m happy that I was able to do something like this! It feels exactly like my dreams,” he said.

As they continued to stand there, Greg realized that just standing in the same spot wasn’t exactly the ideal way to enjoy being naked like this. “Wanna go on a walk?” Greg asked. At first, Fryman began to worry about going any further from his house, worrying about being spotted or getting into some kind of trouble. Upon seeing Greg’s warm smile, however, his mind began to change. He began to feel an odd feeling of safety wash over him, as if nothing could ever go wrong by being with him. “Sure, I’d like that.”

With the entire neighborhood asleep, they didn’t have to worry about having their naked bodies being seen by anyone, which meant that their conversation could be as loud and boisterous as they wanted it to be. As they began walking, they took in the sights of the neighborhood in a completely different way; while these were familiar locations, they had not been walked by without any clothing being worn. “This is nice… Being out here like this with you,” stated Greg with a relaxed sigh. Fryman grinned and agreed back, he had finally accomplished his mission and confidently walked with little worry.

By now, Fryman was so comfortable that he hadn’t even noticed that he stopped covering up his dick with his hands. What he didn’t plan for however, was the boner that sneaked in afterwards. As if his mind was on autopilot, Fryman continued to take glances at Greg’s body, making a mental note of every curve and crevice from head to toe. This excited him a bit too much however, because precum began to drip on the ground. Without a single sound being made, Greg looked over at Fryman, and almost immediately noticed the throbbing boner and the liquid coming out of it.

He was a bit shocked at first, but upon closer inspection, he realized that Fryman had been looking at his body quite a bit the entire night. With that, he decided to have a bit of fun with the boy. “So Fryboy, are you that happy to see me?” Greg teased. A visible look of confusion appeared on Fryman’s face, not knowing what he meant by that. Right after Greg did a pointing gesture at the culprit however, Fryman looked down and was quickly horrified. With a quick turn, he hid his cock once more in deep shame as his face went extremely red.

After a small moment of silence, Greg shifted the mood and laughed as loud as he could. “I-it’s not that funny…” Fryman said in embarrassment. Putting his hand on Fryman’s shoulder as he was turned away, Greg offered some words of support. “Dude, I don’t care if you have a boner, it’s natural!” Turning back around, Fryman could barely look Greg in the eye. “You’re right, it’s just… I really like looking at your body,” Fryman revealed, with little surprise from Greg. “I kinda figured that out when I got naked,” Greg said with a chuckle.

Stopped in the middle of the street, Greg came up with an idea that would hopefully ease Fryman’s nerves even more. “I can’t let you stay pent up like that, wanna get a closer look at me?” Greg suggested. Fryman’s eyes widened, he didn’t expect that he would be offered something like this, let alone from his new friend. “S-sure!” he stammered. Walking up closer, he nervously looked at Greg’s body in awe, noticing even more details than before.

In a bold move made without even thinking, Fryman began to touch Greg’s body, mainly feeling his arms and chest. “Wow, you feel amazing…” Fryman said with wide eyes. “Thanks, heh,” Greg smugly replied. While Fryman was pretty ecstatic to just be this close to him, Greg knew that he wanted more than to just be eye candy. Greg wanted to kick things up a notch and show his new friend a good time. Slowly leaning in forward, Greg slowly closed his eyes, and to Fryman’s surprise, he kissed him.

Fryman was motionless; his mind went blank as soon as he felt Greg’s soft lips touch his very own. Greg caressed Fryman’s butt as he kissed him, rubbing all over the area as a boner of his own began to grow as well. At first, Fryman felt something poking him, but once he realized what it was, he relaxed and closed his eyes as well, putting his arms above Greg’s shoulders. The two were completely lip locked, the feeling of their erections throbbing against each other intensifying the moment even more.

They had kissed for what seemed to be ten whole minutes. With the silence of the area around them, the only thing that could be heard was the squelching sound of their lips pulling apart from each other right before they joined again. The two were oozing precum on each other, and it wasn’t long before they began tongue kissing as well. It was as if the duo weren’t in the most visible spot ever, and that they were in their own little world. After some time however, one of them would eventually have to pull away, as the sun was beginning to make its return.

“It’s getting pretty early, isn’t it?” Greg said, looking up at the now dimly glowing sky. “Yeah… Maybe we should call it a night?” Fryman suggested. “Good ide-” Greg attempted to say, before hearing a suspicious sound in the distance. “Do you hear that?” he asked. Fryman took a moment to listen and also began to hear the noise. “I do, it’s almost like a deep hum,” he stated. “You’re right, it’s almost like a…” Upon realizing what that sound was, a twinge of fear struck Greg so hard that he could only utter one word. “Car.”

In an almost completely automatic reaction, Greg and Fryman broke off into a run, going back to their homes. Now that the sun was rising, people were beginning to wake up, and the last thing they needed was to get caught on the very first day. As they both ran however, a peculiar feeling occurred in the both of them. The nudity, the walk, the kiss, and even the exhilarating run, they wanted to do it all over again the next night. However, while they made it home safely, they didn’t make it home unseen, as there was someone watching from the shadows nearly the entire time.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky now, and the city had woken back up for the day. After successfully sneaking back in, Fryman began getting ready for school without alarming a single parent of his about his outing mere hours before. Putting his clothes back on, he felt a tiny feeling of sadness as he really just wanted to be able to go to school naked. He wished that being naked was something that he could just do at any given moment, and that he wouldn’t have to sneak around to do so.

On his way to school, he was once again met by Greg, who seemed very happy to see him. “Fryboy! Did ya’ sneak in successfully?” he asked. “I did, but now I wanna do it again, y’know?” Fryman replied with a small frown on his face. “Why don’t we do it again tonight then? My parents are still out of town for the week,” Greg replied with a wide grin. Fryman’s eyes lit up after hearing that, he was excited that he would be able to reveal his body to the world once again, even if it meant being sneaky about it.

The school day went on, and class after class the two could not stop thinking about the previous night. For Fryman specifically, while being naked was cool, he couldn’t get the long kiss out of his head, the feeling of Greg’s soft lips especially being stained in his mind. Greg on the other hand couldn’t stop thinking about nearly getting caught and how they had to run away. It was exciting for him, and he had the idea of pushing the boundary even further next time. This would go on until lunch time, where they would meet up with each other again.

At lunch, they planned their next outing and planned where to go. Fryman wanted to go on another walk, but Greg wanted to go out even further this time. “How about the beach?” he suggested. “Isn't that a pretty far walk from our houses?” Fryman replied, wondering how they would pull something like that off. “It is, but we can go out earlier than last time!” Fryman thought on the plan for a bit, and while he was worried about the risk of sneaking out even earlier, the thought of swimming naked made him agree.

The two continued to talk about random topics to pass the time, and things were going smoothly until suddenly, a third party unexpectedly rammed their way into the conversation. “Hey guys, what's up?” said the unknown boy, cutting off the duo talking to each other. “Not much… Who are you, exactly?” Greg asked, in suspicion of the boy. “Me? My name's Dewey!” he said. “I'm sure you both don't know me very well, but I know about you two,” Dewey revealed. “You do? How?” Fryman asked. “From last night! I secretly followed you both while you were nak-” Dewey was immediately cut off by rapid shushing noises from the two, which caused a few people in the cafeteria to look in their direction in confusion.

“Not too loud! This is our secret,” Greg warned in a whisper. “Ah, sorry,” Dewey apologized with a chuckle. Meanwhile, Fryman was as pale as a ghost, the one thing that he was afraid of actually happened, he was caught naked by someone. Greg noticed Fryman’s visibly worried emotion, and put his hand on his shoulder for support. “I'm not gonna expose you guys or anything, I just want to be part of your secret as well!” Dewey revealed. While Fryman’s mind was elsewhere, Greg kept a cool mind about it, and decided to invite Dewey to their next nude escapade.

Once it hit midnight that night, the three boys had left their homes while naked once again, and met up outside Greg’s house this time, since his parents were still out of town. “So, are you both ready for our beach trip?” Greg asked the other two, who had completely different demeanors. While Fryman had lightened up from earlier that day, he was still a bit shaken up, and was suspicious of Dewey as a result of that. Dewey, on the other hand, had a different idea than going to the beach.

“Before we go to the beach, can you both do something for me?” Dewey asked. “What is it?” Fryman asked, wondering what he would ask of them to do. “Last night you two kissed, I wanna see you go further than that,” Dewey stated. Both Greg and Fryman looked at him as if he just spoke a different language. “I-I don't think we can do that-” Greg stammered. “Why not? You kissed Fryman for 10 minutes straight! It's obvious that you like each other,” he asked. Those words caused Fryman to look at Greg and wonder if he actually did like him. Could he really be in love with him, or was he just attracted to his body?

“Besides, you don't wanna disappoint a new friend, do you?” Dewey said, coincidentally looking directly at Fryman while saying that, which made him remember how he didn't want to lose Greg because of his own dreams. “Now hold on just a min-” Greg attempted to say. He was cut off by Fryman, who grew an interest in what Dewey wanted to see. “What exactly do you mean by ‘going further’?” asked Fryman. “Suck his cock.” Dewey answered.

“I think that’s a little too far, I don’t think Fryman would want to do that,” Greg said, worried about Fryman’s feelings. “Actually… I’m kinda interested in doing it,” Fryman revealed, to Greg’s shock. “I'm not fully sure if I actually do trust you yet, but I am willing to do this,” Fryman said to Dewey, who was giddy at the opportunity of being able to watch two boys suck each other off. Greg thought about it, and ultimately agreed as well. “Perfect! How about you two get started under the streetlight over there?” Dewey enthusiastically said

Exposing themselves even further, Greg and Fryman walked under the light as Dewey stayed out of it. Looking at their dicks slowly growing, Dewey did a catcall whistle, playfully taunting them while they stared at each other. Greg put both of his hands on Fryman’s shoulder and gently pushed them down, signaling that it was time for him to get on his knees. With one knee going down to the next one, Fryman was now face-to-face with Greg’s pulsating boyhood, and he could not have blushed any harder.

“Alright Fryboy, you know what to do!” yelled Dewey from the background. Taking a soft hold of Greg’s dick, Fryman slowly inched closer to it with his mouth, until his tongue finally touched it, and it was then that he began sucking him off. Licking all across the shaft as he bobbed his head up and down, Fryman gave Greg a feeling that he had never experienced before, and he enjoyed every second of it. “H-hooh wow… This is… mmmfh,” Greg moaned, the intense feeling of the warm mouth wrapped around his cock causing him to shiver a little.

“Wow, wow, wow! This is hot!” Dewey excitedly said from the background. Growing a boner of his own, he decided to have a bit of his own fun as well. Watching the fellatio take place had started to make him horny, and the sucking sounds only drove him to start leaking precum on top of the erection. Grabbing the base of his cock and pulling it up to the head, Dewey began jerking himself off as he watched, he was going to enjoy the view that he set up one way or another, and this was the perfect action to take.

Fryman was sucking Greg’s dick as well as he could, rubbing his tongue around the head, as well as playing with the balls under it too. Greg was having a bit of fun himself, rubbing and twisting his nipples to increase the simulation even further. Tilting his head back and looking at the open sky, Greg began moaning even louder than before, the feeling that came from his cock was strong, and he felt that he could come at any second now.

Looking back downwards, Greg locked eyes with the boy giving him a blowjob. Fryman looked closer and noticed Greg’s weary panting, and the slight look of sadness in his face as if he was apologizing for having him do this. Fryman tried to muster the sweetest look possible, squinting his eyes a bit and mustering up a few moans of his own to show Greg that everything was okay. He sucked even faster, the wet noise growing in volume pleasuring both Greg and Dewey.

Some time had passed, and the libido of the boys had been growing rapidly to where they were now fully ready to release their pent up loads. After being sucked off for so long, Greg could no longer contain the feeling building up inside of him, and after only a few more minutes, his entire body tensed up as thick streams of cum shot out of his young cock directly into the boy's mouth. Shortly afterwards, Dewey came as well, his edged masturbation causing him to reach an intense climax. Huge globs of cum staining the wet grass below him as he sat on his butt to catch his breath.

Fryman was left with quite a heavy cough, with cum being rushed down his throat. Greg held Fryman’s head to his crotch and kept his cock in his mouth as he came. He was out of it for quite a while, letting the moment simmer in his mind as it happened. Once he came back to his senses however, he quickly removed his dick from Fryman’s mouth and got on his knees to check on him. “Are you alright? I guess I got a bit carried away…” Greg admitted. “I-it’s alright, I’m fine, but…” “He's fine! There’s no issues, right Fryboy?” interrupted Dewey, cutting off Fryman’s statement.

“Let’s just go to the beach now, alright?” Dewey suggested, ready to fully start their outing. “Actually, let’s just call it a night here,” Fryman suddenly decided. “Are you sure? You seem pretty excited about going earlier,” Greg pointed out. “I’m fine, I’m just worn out. We can go to the beach next time, okay?” Without saying anything else, Fryman walked off silently, leaving Greg and Dewey confused. Though while he was confused, Greg had an odd feeling in his gut that something was off.

The trio would go on more outings, taking their beach trip, sneaking in closed shops, and hanging out at the local park. While they would go on these trips however, Dewey would make them do more and more sexual things, from blowjobs to handjobs to butt play even. Though Greg and Fryman would reluctantly agree each time, they were exhausted, and something had to change.

There was one final night they would have before Greg’s parents returned from their vacation, and they decided to use this night to discuss Dewey’s behavior. They told Dewey that they would meet up at midnight that night, but they would actually meet as a duo thirty minutes in advance to have their discussion. With slightly distressed looks on their faces, they began to talk about whether to continue inviting Dewey to their night walks, or to kick him out entirely.

“I really wanna trust him but… this is all getting a bit too much,” Greg said, remembering all the sex acts that Dewey made Fryman do to him. “I don't mind having fun with you sexually, but it just feels forced, he's not even that interested in just being naked like we are!” Fryman added. “That is the main reason we started doing this in the first place… Should we just go on without him then?” “It would be for the best, really.” Fryman assured, giving Greg confidence in making the ultimate decision.

The two began wrapping up their talk, and as soon as they were finished, Dewey walked up to them. He didn't have the brightest of emotions on his face, and it seemed like he was holding back quite a few words from them. “Oh, you're here, we have to talk-” Greg said, getting interrupted in the process. “Before you say anything, Fryman, can I speak to you in private please?” Dewey asked in the most innocent act he could come up with. “Sure… I guess,” he replied, a nervous feeling washing over him at that moment. As it turned out, Dewey showed up earlier himself to get a headstart, and ended up hearing the entire conversation.

As they walked further away from Greg, Dewey grew angrier and angrier. How could his two nude buddies just throw him away like this? He had a feeling that he needed to teach one of them a lesson, and Fryman was the victim this time. “We've been walking for quite a bit, where are we going, exactly?” Fryman asked. Right after hearing that, Dewey stopped in his tracks and turned around. “Here’s good.”

“So… What is it that you wanted to talk about?” Fryman innocently asked. “I heard the talk you two had about me, about kicking me out of the group,” Dewey said angrily. Fryman froze, he thought that they were completely alone while having that conversation. “I-I can explain-” “Save it. I thought you two were good friends of mine, but it's obvious that my thoughts were incorrect.” Dewey began to slowly walk up to Fryman, who began stepping backwards himself.

“I'm sure we can work this out! You don't have to be kicked out at all!” Fryman attempted to calm the situation, but it was to no avail, Dewey was in a deep rage. “H-hey, you better back up or I'll-” “You'll what? Greg can't hear you and you can't take me on yourself, just submit to me and maybe I'll consider going easy on you.” Fryman had no idea what he could have possibly meant, but he didn't want to find out. He attempted to break into a run back to where he came from, but it was unsuccessful, as Dewey had tackled and pinned him to the ground.

Fryman wriggled around to try and pull himself up off the ground with all his might, but the rage that Dewey felt at that moment gave him the strength to keep the boy down. “What the hell are you doing? Get off of me!!” Fryman grunted as he tried to fight back. With his hands keeping the boy on the ground, Dewey had only one thought in his mind; getting revenge on Greg and Fryman. Grabbing his rock hard cock, Dewey began to forcefully push it in Fryman’s ass, which caused him to make a loud squeal. “S-stop that, get that out of my ass!” he yelled.

Getting a cock pushed deeper into his hole, Fryman felt a sensation rush over him that he had never felt before, and it was overwhelming. Fryman had no choice but to go all out to try and stop this from happening. He violently thrashed his body around, hoping that it would let him loose. Despite managing to get his dick out of his insides for a bit, it was not a successful attempt. Dewey’s blind anger needed to scar both Fryman and Greg’s mind to keep them from ever trying to kick him out again. Putting his cock back into position, he pushed even harder this time, causing Fryman to wince even harder.

Dewey didn't hold back at all. Without even starting off gentle, he went straight to fucking the poor boy. Powerful thrusts made Fryman’s body slam against the bare grass beneath him. “HELP M-” Fryman attempted to yell, being cut off by Dewey’s hand giving his mouth up. As he was now bent over him, Dewey spoke directly in his ear. “Oh Fryboy, you should have thought about the consequences before you decided to have a little chit chat with your friend…” Dewey was somehow thrusting even harder now, intense cries coming from the covered mouth.

Fryman’s strength began to dwindle, and his pushbacks became weaker and weaker. As he continued raping the boy, Dewey noticed an interesting sound coming from Fryman. Where previously he would attempt to cry for help, it seemed that he was actually moaning now. “...You have the nerve to actually enjoy this? When I’m trying to teach you a lesson!?” Dewey angrily yelled. “N-no I don’t… Please s-stop this…” Fryman quietly wailed in the midst of involuntary moans. Out of anger, Dewey pushed Fryman’s head to the ground as he continued to fuck him.

Back over at Greg’s location, he waited naked and alone for the two to return from their private talk so that they could finally talk about removing Dewey from the group. “Where the heck are those guys? We're running pretty late here,” he said, looking at the slowly falling moon. He took a glance at the direction they left in and began to think about whether or not he should go eavesdrop on them. “I guess it wouldn't hurt to go look for them, hopefully they aren't in any trouble…”

Fryman’s consciousness was beginning to fade as his strength was all but gone by now. Assured that he couldn't run away or yell out, Dewey suddenly stopped and pulled his dick out of the boy. He wasn't finished fucking him however, as he then flipped Fryman over and lifted his legs in the air. “Next time you think about abandoning me, remember this feeling.” Dewey then resumed his raping, this time in a missionary position. Weak moans continued to pour out of Fryman’s mouth, the pain was gone, and all that was left was an oddly sensual feeling in him.

As he had been fucking for quite some time now, Dewey was already close to finishing off. Taking a tighter grip on Fryman’s ankles that were in the air, he started grunting with each push. His pulsating cock forcefully going in and out of the formerly tight hole. Gritting his teeth and solidifying his position, he gave only a few more hard pumps and was ready to finish. Things were actually turning out well for Dewey, until he was suddenly sent tumbling by a powerful force that rammed against his body.

Clearing his mind from the immediate confusion, Dewey attempted to try and realize what happened to him. It was after a few punches to the face that he realized who it was. It was none other than Greg, and the expression on his face was of a deep anger, not too dissimilar from Dewey’s face only moments ago. By tackling Dewey, Greg attempted to get him off of Fryman and to stop any further damage to Fryman’s body, but it was already too late, because Dewey had already ejected a thick load of semen in the boy’s ass.

An odd and unnerving cackle began to come from Dewey. “You're too late… The damage is done…” he taunted weakly. Greg went over to the boy to see a near-unconscious boy with a stream of cum flowing out of his insides. Picking him up gently using the strength he could gather, he turned back over to Dewey, who was slumped up against a tree with a bloody nose. “You're out of the group,” Greg sternly said, before walking away with Fryman in his arms.

“...Losers.”