Nude Protest At My All-Boys School 04

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Chapter 4: Saturday Freedom

I woke up to Tyler’s arm draped across my chest, his breath hot against my shoulder. The sunlight slid through the blinds, landing right on his face. I looked at every little detail of his body that I could see, the faint tan lines, the small mess of curly hair above his dick, the light scar near his lower abdomen I’d never noticed before. My body still felt wired from the night before. He’d said he loved me, and I hadn’t known what to say, or wasn't able to articulate it. I just held him until we both passed out. Now he looked peaceful, stretched across my sheets like he owned the place. It felt like his monster dick took up half the bed.

I got up quietly, put on a pair of boxer briefs and walked into the kitchen. The air was cold, sharp on my bare skin. My mom was already there, pouring coffee. She turned, took one look at me and sighed.

“Morning,” she said slowly. “Colin said you're still doing a no clothes thing, huh?”

“Morning, yeah” I said, opening the fridge like it was nothing. "But we'll wear clothes if you're home."

“And Tyler?”

“Still asleep.”

Right on cue, he stumbled in, still naked, rubbing his eyes. Mom blinked twice. “Ok. Well, that’s new.”

“I guess we’re still protesting,” I said.

“At home?”

“It’s a movement, Mom.”

She sipped her coffee and sighed. “Just don’t traumatize the mailman. I’m going out.”

When she left, Tyler chuckled as I stripped off my boxer briefs and kicked them away to the couch. “She’s way too chill about this. More than my parents would be.”

Colin came down with a bowl of cereal. “You two are unhinged.”

“It’s called dedication,” Tyler said.

“It’s called needing therapy,” Colin muttered, disappearing back downstairs.

Tyler looked at me, smirking. “You know, it’s Saturday. We could actually enjoy this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s go out. Naked. See what happens.”

—[]—

We biked to the park, laughing so hard we nearly fell off, Brody saying he would join us there. We stayed fully nude in the broad daylight, much to the enjoyment of some old lady feeding the ducks, who started laughing and then whistled at us. The air hit our skin like a rush. People stared, obviously, but we didn’t care. One guy honked his horn, yelling something about being freedom fighters. Tyler saluted him like a hero.

At the park, Brody was waiting for us, wearing gym shorts and no shirt, with a spread blanket and a bag of sandwiches his mom had made. “Prepared as always,” he said, grinning as we pulled up to him.

“You think of everything,” I said.

Brody leaned back on his elbows and looked at us. “So you guys seriously just roll everywhere naked now? Aren't you afraid of getting in trouble?”

Tyler grinned. “You know the rules, man. No clothes until there's justice for Kira.”

I chuckled, since that really was not the point anymore.

“Yeah, yeah,” Brody said, laughing as he kicked off his shorts. “Fine. Freedom and all that.”

I passed him a sandwich. “You’re braver than half the school already.”

Brody smirked. “Nah, you guys are just lucky I hate tan lines.”

Tyler laughed. “That’s the spirit.”

We ate, trading stupid stories about practice and waving at the joggers across the field pretending not to look at us. Brody pointed his sandwich toward them. “Pretty sure we just made someone’s morning.”

“Good,” I said. “We’re doing a public service.”

Tyler nudged me with his knee. “More like public indecency.”

“Same thing these days,” Brody said, grinning.

We ate under a tree, trying not to laugh every time someone noticed us. One guy looked mad. Tyler waved anyway.

“This has to be illegal,” I said.

“It’s not illegal to be confident,” he said, smirking. “At least I don’t think so.”

We wandered barefoot around town after that, buying drinks at a corner store. The cashier surprisingly didn't say anything, but he couldn’t make eye contact, and we barely made it out without cracking up. We joked about being “ambassadors of freedom.” For the first time, it felt like we weren’t rebelling, rather it was starting to feel normal the more we got away with it.

Brody separate from us, putting on his shorts before his mom picked him up. By the time Tyler and I got back to my place, the sky had turned orange. We collapsed on the couch, a little sunburned and very exhausted, both too lazy to move. The silence between us wasn’t awkward. It was easy at this point, calm.

—[]—

That night, the air outside was cooler. Mom was still out, and the hot tub steamed under the backyard lights. We slipped in, letting the bubbles tingle our bodies.

“So,” I said, taking a deep breath. “That thing you said last night. You meant it?”

“Yeah,” he said. “I love you, man.”

“How do you know?”

He looked straight at me. “Because even when we’re not doing dumb stuff, I still want to be near you all the time.”

I looked down at the water. “When did that even start?”

“Honestly? Since forever. I’m bi. Always have been. You were just so straight and serious I didn’t think you’d ever get it.”

“I didn’t,” I admitted. “I had no clue. Then something changed. The nudity, the jokes, the locker room, it all stopped feeling weird and I started liking it.”

He smiled. “You’re kind of dense sometimes.”

“Yeah, but you love me I guess,” I said, standing up in the hot tub, letting my junk feel the cool air again.

“Guess so,” he said as he stood up with me and leaned closer. “Especially now.”

Our faces were inches apart when the back door opened.

“Jesus Christ,” Colin said from behind Tyler, with a direct view of his steaming bubble butt. “Do you guys ever wear pants?”

“Not if we can help it,” Tyler said, shaking his head and dropping back down into the water. I joined him, returning to the bubbles, the moment over.

“Hot tub’s open,” I called to Colin.

He walked out wearing swim trunks. “I’m not going full nudist.”

“You’ll change your mind,” Tyler said.

“Give it five minutes,” I added, chuckling.

He slid in, rolling his eyes. “You’re insane.”

For a while, no one spoke. Just bubbles and steam. Finally, Colin asked, “How do you not care what people think?”

“Practice,” Tyler said. “After a while, you realize no one’s actually thinking about you, or at least it doesn't matter if they are.”

Colin frowned. “Yeah, but what if it’s freezing?”

“Then you deal with it,” I said. “That’s the point.”

He hesitated, then laughed and said, "fine." He peeled off his trunks under the water, tossing them on the deck.

“Knew it,” Tyler said.

"Don’t make it weird," Colin responded.

After a beat, we cracked up, all three of us. For once, Colin looked relaxed, not judging, just hanging out. It felt normal.

After a few minutes of jacuzzi time, it was a bit too hot in the pool, and Tyler sat on the edge, leaving only his legs in the water. His big hog was hanging down between his spread thighs, almost touching the water. Colin looked at him wide eyed. "Bro, that thing is huge."

I looked down at it. For being soft, the hot tub water had really expanded it, and it honestly did look like an inhuman body part. The thing was shaped like a dick but the size of a cucumber.

We laughed about it, then the coversation drifted again to sports and video games.

Colin got out first, muttering something about food as he pulled his little butt out of the water and grabbed a towel. The door shut behind him. Tyler looked at me again.

“So,” he said, “where were we?”

“Right here.”

He leaned in and kissed me. As weird as our friendship had been, it was somehow simpler now that we had open feelings for each other, no games or lingering questions. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against mine.

“I meant it,” he said.

“I know.”

We went inside, still laughing, still damp. In my room, we lay down again, the world outside fading. Tyler’s arm around me felt solid, familiar, right.

Tyler suddenly pulled me closer, his skin still warm from the hot tub. The space between us shrank until we were pressed together, his large appendage fighting against mine as he held me tight. He kissed me again, rougher this time, our breathing uneven. We moved across the bed, shifting, laughing a little when our knees bumped or when the sheets twisted around us. His body pressed against mine, firm and familiar, as I reached around to hold his muscular butt. Every sensory detail was etching hard into my brain, his heartbeat, the way he exhaled against my neck, as he ground himself against me, even the faint smell of chlorine still clinging to his hair damp.

We kept finding each other, trading kisses between short bursts of laughter, both trying to figure out what came next without overthinking it, until he lifted my legs and looked down at my hole. It didn't feel rehearsed or cinematic, rather it was raw and messy, two guys learning how to be close and open with their feelings. He bent down and spread my cheeks, burying his face in my ass and forcing his tongue inside. I whimpered involuntarily as he pressed as deeply as he could. He grunted something that I didn’t even catch and I just grabbed his head, because it didn’t matter what he said. The way he looked used my body said everything.

"Have you ever done anything with a guy before?" I asked.

He lifted his saliva-covered face up from my ass, looking at me over my balls. 

"Just you," he said, smirking.

"I love you, too," I said, and his smirk converted to a more relaxed smile. He jumped up to meet my face and gave me a deep kiss. I could smell my ass sweat on him, even though I had just been in the water, as he lined himself up to me, pressing forward. 

I took a deep breath as I held his hips, and he pushed until the head popped in. The sensation was sharp, and burning. The stretch would have been too much to bear if it weren't for Tyler's face in front of mine, the pleasured gaze making me want me, despite the intrusive feeling. My ass would forgive me later, right now I was thinking about Tyler. He paused for a long time, before I held his hips and gently pulled, encouraging him to slowly progress. His thick, rock hard, throbbing piece of meat pulsed in my hole, the strangest sensation in my life. I had never even thought about using my ass, or putting a finger in or anything. But here I was, giving Tyler full access to my body, and he wanted to stuff that monster inside me. 

I breathed slowly as I let him progress, my hands moving from his back to his ass, feeling his bubble butt quiver under my fingers as he enjoyed the sensations my hole gave him. His mouth fell open like he was in shock from how good it felt. He breathing was choppy, and suddenly, I felt his hips touching me.

“You’re all the way inside me,” I said. 

“This is crazy,” he said back, a drop of sweat falling off his face onto mine. 

“Have you fucked a girl before?” I asked.

“No,” he said, “have you?”

“No.” 

He leaned forward and pushed harder, already balls deep, but still moving my insides around a bit, just moving his hips in circles as he kissed my neck and my face and every part of me he could reach. He started to thrust against me, giving me everything I needed. Every time he pushed in again, he would nibble on my lip or shove his tongue in my ear. The tingling sensations began to outweigh the tension inside me, and it all started to feel good. It was like it still hurt a bit, but I liked it. I liked it a lot. 

“That feels so good,” I said, and he didn’t respond, just held the sides of my body and thrust in and out.

He kissed my shoulder, my jaw, the corner of my mouth, finding. a new place to leave a trace of warmth every few seconds. His pace quickened, and the world around us disappeared and all I thought about was heat and Tyler and his giant cock inside me, the quiet rhythm of our breathing. Everything else, school, the protest, my brother, faded out. I felt my body tense and shake, a rush moving through me that I couldn’t stop. I grabbed him tightly by the waist, trying to have some anchor to the real world. My head felt lightheaded and still as my bodily sensations told me there was lightning coming from my ass and balls radiating out through my abdomen and limbs. For a moment, we looked each other in the eye. Then Tyler gave one last thrust, and my the tension snapped. My dick oozed out a hot, white load that ran down the shaft to my crotch. The second pulse actually shot upward, landing warm on my chest. I could feel my ass pulsing on Tyler’s cock and he stopped suddenly. “I…” he started, unable to form words as I felt his dick pulsing inside me as well. He put a hand around the back of my neck and shoved his tongue in my mouth as we climaxed together. It lasted a long time, like it never really ended, just tapered until it reached a long crescendo.

After the sensation left him, he laughed softly, brushing his hand through my hair. I was out of breath, but it wasn’t exhaustion, it was that strange calm from having given in completely. When we finally stopped pushing our bodies into each other, both of us were grinning, sweaty. His eyes narrowed at mine. 

“So… did that feel good?”