Nude Trend at School – 03

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 3: Home

The walk home was surreal. My books were clutched tightly against my crotch, my bare ass exposed to the late afternoon sun. The breeze felt strange at first, but I quickly adjusted, even enjoying the way it brushed against my skin. It was liberating in a way I hadn’t expected. My cock swung between my thighs, soft but still noticeable if anyone looked close enough. I wondered if any of the neighbors were peeking through their blinds, watching me walk by completely naked. The thought sent a thrill through me, a mix of embarrassment and excitement that made my heart race.

When I finally got home, I was greeted by the sound of the TV in the living room. Connor was sprawled on the couch, his eyes glued to the screen. He didn’t notice me at first, and I took a moment to appreciate how normal this felt to me. Nakedness was just another state of being, I reminded myself. But then he glanced up, and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. “What the fuck?” he exclaimed, sitting up so fast he almost knocked over his soda.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Relax, it’s just skin,” I said, walking past him toward my room.

“Just skin?!” he shouted after me. “You’re walking around the house naked like it’s no big deal? What is wrong with you?”

I turned back, leaning against the doorframe. “It’s not a big deal,” I lied, omitting the part about the full-time nudity. “You’ve seen me naked before.”

“Yeah, in the shower or when we’re changing clothes, not just walking around the house like some psycho!” he shot back, clearly still in shock.

I laughed, trying to diffuse the tension. “It’s not like anyone’s here but us. Mom and Dad won’t be home for hours.”

He stared at me, his expression a mix of confusion and disbelief. “You’re seriously just gonna walk around like that?”

“Yep,” I said, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis. “It’s freeing. You should try it sometime.”

He shook his head, muttering something about me being insane, and turned back to the TV. I took that as my cue to retreat to my room.

Later that night, after Mom and Dad had come home and gone to bed, Connor crawled into his bed across from mine. The room was quiet except for the hum of the ceiling fan, but I could tell he was still thinking about earlier. “So,” he said finally, his voice low, “what’s the deal with the whole… naked thing?”

I hesitated, not sure how much to share. “It’s kind of a long story,” I said, keeping it vague. “Let’s just say I’m embracing a new lifestyle.”

He was silent for a moment, processing that. Then, in a tone that was almost casual, he asked, “Can I see it?”

I blinked, sitting up in bed. “See what?”

“Your junk, hard,” he said, as if it were the most natural question in the world. “I just wanna see if mine’s as big as yours. You’re older, so I figured I’d get some idea of how big I’ll get.”

I laughed. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he said, unbothered. “It’s not like it’s weird or anything. Guys compare all the time.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but be amused by his lack of inhibition. “Fine,” I said. "Lemme get hard."

I pulled out my phone and opened my last viewed browser window. I stroked myself casually and got hard in like seven seconds, standing up and letting the sheets fall away. “Knock yourself out.”

He sat up, his eyes scanning me with a curiosity that was almost clinical. “Huh,” he said, tilting his head. “Not bad.”

“Not bad?” I repeated, feeling a flicker of pride. “What, you expecting a monster?”

He shrugged. “I dunno. I guess I thought you’d be bigger, considering you're older than me, plus how much you work out.”

I laughed again, but I realized we weren't done. “Your turn,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

He hesitated for a moment, then shrugged and pulled off his blanket. His thick, floppy rod resting on his slender thighs. My jaw nearly hit the floor. He was… huge. Like, bigger than anyone I’d ever seen at school. Thicker, too, and he wasn't even hard.

“Holy shit,” I said under my breath, unable to hide my shock.

He smirked, clearly enjoying the reaction. “Yeah,” he said, his tone smug. “Guess I won the genetic lottery.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, though I also felt a twinge of envy. “Damn, dude. You’re gonna ruin some poor girl’s life.”

He laughed, but then his expression turned thoughtful. “You wanna compare hard?” he asked, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I hesitated, but curiosity got the better of me. “Sure,” I said, trying to sound casual.

We both lay back in our beds, and Connor pulled up a porn video on his phone. It was your typical straight porn—lots of tits and moaning—but it got the job done. Within seconds, he was as hard as me, and I couldn’t help but glance over at him. Fuck, I thought, stunned by how much bigger he was than me. I felt like a cuck in my own room.

"How did I never notice your cock before?" I asked, utterly incredulous.

"Guess I'm shy, plus why would you look?"

"Good point, but damn," I said.

He smirked, noticing my fixed gaze. “Guess I win this round, huh?”

I laughed, but there was a strange tension in the air now. “Yeah, yeah,” I said, trying to brush it off.

He sat up, his cock still hard, and I realized he still wasn’t done. “You know,” he said, his tone casual but with an edge to it, “I probably deserve a prize, if you're willing to give it.”

I raised an eyebrow, after the day I had at school, hoping her wasn't going where I thought he was with this. “What do you mean?”

He grinned, a mischievous glint in his eye, he glanced down to his large, hard dick. “I mean, since we’re already here… why not?”

I hesitated, but the idea was already taking root in my mind. “You’re serious?”

“Why not?” he repeated, shrugging. “It’s not like it’s gay or anything. Just two guys having fun.”

I laughed, but the tension between us was undeniable. He must have sensed the sexual energy I had brought home today. Something about the nudist mentality breaks people's brains. Before I could respond, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. “Come on,” he almost whispered. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

I was about to protest, but then he pushed me down onto the bed, his cock inches from my face. His hand gripped the back of my head, guiding me toward him, and before I knew it, I was taking him into my mouth. It was strange at first, but the way he moaned and gripped the sheets made me feel powerful in a way I hadn’t expected.

“That’s it,” he growled, his hips thrusting into my face. “Take it all.”

I gagged slightly, but I didn’t stop. He was rougher than I’d expected, but it only added to the thrill. He leaned forward and grabbed my ass cheeks in each hand and pulled me toward him, fully choking me on his flesh rod. He put a hand on my head and stretch my throat muscles around his cock, and he came. It was accompanied by a loud groan, his cock pulsing in my throat. I swallowed everything, my own cock throbbing with need.

He pulled back, panting, and looked down at me with a smirk. “Not bad,” he said, reaching for his phone. “But I’m not done yet.”

Before I could react, he flipped me over, pinning me to the bed and forcing his cock down my throat again. This time, he was even rougher, thrusting mercilessly as I struggled to keep up. The sound of the porn playing on his phone filled the room, creating a strange, almost surreal atmosphere.

He came again, this time harder than before, and when he finally pulled out, I was gasping for air. He rolled over onto his back, panting, and after a moment, he said, “Thanks.” Then he turned over and went to sleep, leaving me lying there, my mind racing. I went back to my bed and slept, feeling somehow cucked.

The next morning, I woke up to find him already hard again. “Morning,” he said, his tone casual. “You know what to do.”

I hesitated, but the look in his eyes told me there was no arguing. I leaned over, taking him into my mouth once again. This time, he lasted even longer, his cock thicker and harder than before. When he finally came, it was with a groan that sent shivers down my spine.

He rolled out of bed, stretching, and looked down at me with a smirk. “You know,” he said, “this whole nudity thing might not be so bad. Makes it easier to use you as my toy.”

I laughed, but there was a strange shift in the air between us now. The dynamic had changed, and I wasn’t entirely sure how I felt about it. But as I watched him get dressed, I couldn’t help but wonder what the rest of the day would bring.

I didn't have to wait long, when I got a text from Max.

"Quickie before school?"