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Subject: My Naked Family 12 This story contains sexual acts between adults and teens, teens, and incest. If this offends you or is illegal for you to read where you are located, close this story. This story is fictional. Any resemblance to people real or fictional are entirely coincidental and any views stated do not necessarily reflect those of any company or organization that exists in real life nor necessarily reflect the views of the author. This story is the property and copyright of the author, do not share, reproduce, repost, or any such act which is illegal to do without the author’s permission. I appreciate you reading this story and you can contact me gmx. I will do my best to answer every email if I can. Any comments, suggestions, or questions are always welcome. Please donate to fty/donate.html to keep the archive free! ——————————————————————– Chapter 12 The weekend is all hands at the park on Saturday to get the set up. It’s a pretty big set with foam mountain pieces that are in parts. It generally takes a week to get together. The goal is to assemble all the ramps to have a run through Sunday afternoon. The boys got up and started breakfast going. Jean and I can smell the bacon as we walk down the stairs to the kitchen. We spy 4 naked butts working around the stove and countertop. “Hi Mom and Dad! We’re making panckes, eggs, and bacon. Can you help us with the batter Dad?” Ryan tells us. Jean is very impressed that the boys have taken up cooking this week. She has tears in her eyes as I hug her. “I can’t beleive that they have started to cook! They are growing up!” She starts crying. The boys stop what they are doing and give her a group hug. “Aww, Mom! Dad has taught us a few things and we wanted to help you out. We found out that we like cooking now that we know how to make some meals. We still need you!” Chris tells her. “They have really grown this summer, hon. They have found there is more to life than video games.” I say. “I am so happy to see that. There is so much more to do then stay home and be by yourself. I’m glad that you two all have become close friends with Jimmy and John. They need some big brothers to help them out.” At that time the boys realize they need to get back cooking or we will be having charcoal for breakfast. We get ready to go and I make them put shorts on before getting in the truck since I know there will be a lot of people helping out. I have four unhappy naked butts but they can’t run around all places naked. The crew maked really good progress. We head home tired around dark. There are others still working a bit. We stop for pizza at our friend’s restaurant. We sit outside and eat it since none of us have worn shirts all day. The nudists strip once we get in the truck to head for home. Sunday afternoon is a run through to see how the action works out. The set is almost up but needs a painting this year. Chris helps out moving a couple of “boulders” and yuks it up making like şişli travesti Superman which gets all the kids cracking up. He would have never done that last year! What a change. We have dinner at home with steaks on the BBQ. I grill some jumbo shrimps up for the horde to try out. They are frozen ones but still are a hit with the boys. We bring Jimmy and John home and head into bed ourselves since we are tired for all the work this weekend. There is a few folks hired on the set crew during the season to build the sets up for the plays. When we arrive at the park on Tuesday for rehearsal, all the big pieces are up. They will start painting tomorrow to refresh the “mountains”. My two went out in their breech clouts, leggings, and mocs. They aren’t allowed to be barefoot on the stage due to errant screws and nails. Jimmy and John turn up dressed similar so they must have called each other to let them know the “plan”. The director looks them over and decides that they will pass muster. I’m pretty sure that he would have let them be in breech clouts only since he is gay but knew that wouldn’t fly with the parents. He asked them to bring their shirts tomorrow so he can decide to use them or have them wear the same tops as the rest of the cast. They attract a lot of attention from the guys and gals. It seems that no one have ever done the play or trail in authtentic dress. They get a lot of questions about that. I’m proud of all four as they tell of the research they did and taking with other native re-enactors. They tell how different groups have different clothing styles. I can also see that some of the teens are really interested to see that they aren’t wearing anything under the breech clouts. I can spy a lot of whispering back and forth. For the most part, theatre kids are not shy at all. They are pretty much the same as nudist kids. I also notice that the boys have to “adjust” a few times. The boys get into the back of the truck on the way home. I hand them the roll of handi towels since I know they will be stripping off and wanking from the attention. I’m barely out of the parking lot when they start going to town. They tell me they want to try something at the park and to make the left up the road to the picnic shelter area. We drive up the road and lucky that it is late enough that there are no teens hanging out in them. We get to the next to last one and they tell me to stop. They bail out naked and tell me to follow them. I grab their breech clouts and belts in case. By the time I close the doors, they are already up at the shelter away from the road on the picnic table. “Come here Pops.” Chris tells me. He unties my shorts and lets them drop to the ground. He then sucks down my cock almost to the base. Damn, how did he get so good? “My turn!” says Ryan. He gets me in almost as far. They are both rock hard and dripping long strings of precum. “Suck us Dad, please” he begs. I step out of my shorts and kneel down to take him in my mouth. He gasps as I go all the beylikdüzü travesti way to the base of his 4″ cock and fondle his balls. I bob up and down a few times, then switch to Chris. Chris’ cock is slightly fatter and uncut. I run my tongue between his foreskin and the glans. He has a taste of sweat, pee, and cum as the boys haven’t showered since this morning. Chris is moaning up a storm. Ryan grabs my arm and leads us to the grass. He lies down and pulls me down to suck my cock. I do the same to Chris and then he sucks Ryan. They have been getting a lot of practice in since the beginning of June it seems. Both are good cocksuckers. Ryan is playing with my pucker a bit but I don’t let him in. I wonder if they have gone farther than sucking since we got back from the trip to Kentucky. Chris and Ryan have learned a bit of control since they had started. I took them almost 5 minutes before the shot off. We get back up and sit on the bench facing away from the road. We had good timing as I spot a car getting close. It slows down and passes the shelter heading to the turnaround. The shelter is a bit further back from the road so I wasn’t too concerned that we would spotted naked sitting down. Chris and Ryan had watched the car and wanted to flash it as it came back down the road but I stopped that idea short as we didn’t need to be caught and get in trouble. The car pulled sideways into the parking area. Since it was warm out, the windows were down. The boys had turned around and sat on their breech clouts while the car was turning around. We were all topless but you couldn’t see from the road if we were naked. The door opened and we saw it was one of the teens from the play. I whispered to the boys to get their belts on and get decent before he got up to us. He was shirtless also and had some pretty short running shorts on. It looked like he changed out of the clothes he had on during the practice. “Hi guys! I loved your clothes you had on and was hoping to catch you to ask about them.” He was pretty slim and had a nice stomach. I could see a chubby straining the shorts on the right side. “They are called breech clouts and are just a piece of wool fabric like a scarf that you slip in the belt to hold it. Wanna see?” Chris asked. “Sweet, Yeah!” So Chris and Ryan stand up and walk over to him. “Those are so neat! It’s almost like you have nothing on.” “Dad almost had a heart attack when we showed him the Tarzan ones we wanted. He figured out the righ type for most of the Native American tribes pretty fast.” Ryan told him. “Tarzan ones? What are those?” The boys laughed. “Ones with just a skin on the front and back held up with a rope. We thought it would be fun since nothing got all bunched up and was allowed to hang free.” Chris said. “Yeah and they would get to flash everyone any time the wind picked up.” I added. I noticed that he had gotten a full boner looking at them. Well, you know how that affects other guys, so we all got them. Chris was looking at istanbul travesti me as he adjusted his boner. I gave him a nod. “You want to see how they are? We can show you the difference.” Chris told him. That really got him hard. We all could see a nice cock trying to escape his shorts. He didn’t say anything, just nodded. Chris and Ryan stripped them off and revelaed their boners. “See, it’s just a strip of cloth about 10″ wide and 3 feet long.” Ryan was showing him. I was laughing silently, because he lost interest in the breech clout and was looking at Chris’ and Ryan’s boners. He absently started to rub his licking his lips. “Umm, wow. That’s pretty nice.” he finally managed to say. Chris and Ryan just stood and were showing him the cloth and belts they had, turning around to show them off. By the time they faced forward, they were hard and dripping. “Ummm. That is pretty neat. You have no tan ines!” he stuttered. “Well, we don’t wear clothes at home.” Ryan answered. “Wow, your mom and dad are pretty cool to let you go around naked and with boners all the time.” “Oh no, we don’t have boners all the time. We only get them when something interests us.” Chris said. He finally looked at me and saw my boner tenting my shorts. “It looks like your dad likes something he sees also.” he said. “Well, it’s kinda hard to not get one when there are three around.” I said. “We gotta take care of these or we’ll be aching all night.” Ryan chirped up. So the boys started to stroke them. The teen pulled his out and rubbed mine, pulling my waist down. He was surprised that I had no underwear on and a full tan. We started to stroke our boners. He was getting into it and reached across to stroke me a bit. That was all the boys needed to go ahead and grab his cock. He started to moan from the attention. A minute passed and he shot off and had to sit on the table because his legs got weak. “God! That was good! It was the best cum I’ve had all summer.” he said. “We’ve found that out also. ” Chris said to him. We still hadn’t cum yet and was still stroking. He grabbed me and Chris and took over for us. I grabbed Ryan and started to just rub his head. Another few minutes and we all shot. We all sat on the benches. I just stepped out of my shorts since they were off anyway. “It’s so cool that you are naked and don’t care.” he told us. “We feel so much more comfortable this way. Just letting everything hang as it was meant too. You get used to it after awhile and don’t really think about it. I’ve been not wearing clothes since their age and don’t see why they should.” I told him. “You should come over to our house and go swimming with us.” Ryan offered. “Wow, I don’t really know you and you want me to be naked with you?” “Sure, we’ve seen you before and know you from the play, so we’re ok with it. We just don’t tell everyone we’re naked at home. That’s the only catch if you want to come over. You can’t tell anyone what you are doing at our house.” Ryan said. “Sweet! I can do that. By the way, I’m Kenny.” “This is Chris and I’m Ryan, but you may know that. That’s our Pops Pete.” “I’ll give my info and we can text.” So we walked to our truck to get the boy’s phones. They exchanged numbers and we climbed in to go home waving at him.