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Chapter 13 by nudistjp

What sounds better?

I'm really tired. I could stop and get some drinks on the way home.

Hey Tim, I'm actually just about to leave a bit early! How does drinks on the back patio at home sound? I'll buy!

Tim thought it was a great idea, so I swung by the liquor store on the way home and grabbed some seltzers. I got home to find the house empty. I guess Gage was out. I got showered, changed into my go-to comfy t shirt and shorts and hung out and waited for Tim to show up.

About ten minutes later, Tim walked in with some bags.

"Sorry it took me a bit, I decided we needed snacks too!" He said with a big grin. Tim really was a great guy. He sat the bags down and headed to his room to get undressed. I grabbed the snacks out of the bag, some chips and dip, and grabbed the drinks.

Tim came out of his room naked, as expected. His furry dad bod looked really good. I was honestly getting used to the sight of him naked, even though we hadn't seen much of each other the past few weeks. I could tell he must have slightly trimmed his pubes recently, since his mushroom was a bit more prominent than the last time I saw it.

We grabbed the snacks and seltzers and I followed his fuzzy ass out to the back.

"I would say we could go for a dip, but I need to schedule the pool guy to come out and get the chemicals balanced," Tim said as he tossed the seltzers into a mini fridge he had out back under the small awning.

We pulled a couple of lounge chairs out and sat across from each other.

We talked about how life had been lately, how work had been going for me, and how they were still going to be short on signatures for their petition, with only around 3,000 so far.

"It's tough, Henry. We go out there and try and get support, and there are a decent amount of folks I've spoken to who support the cause, they just don't want their name associated with it," Tim explained. "I mean more then enough people support when polled. But shame runs deep, I guess."

"How did you get over that shame? Did you ever have it?" I asked.

"I did, at one point. Before she left us, my ex wife was very prudish. She didn't like discussions of sex, hated nudity, and was pretty uptight. I had grown up spending summers on my grandparents' land, and explored a lot. I discovered pretty young I enjoyed being naked and would hide it, saving it for my adventures. That side of me got pretty repressed into adulthood, especially after I met my ex."

"What made you get over it?" I said, finding it shocking he was ever shy.

"When she left I realized that changing myself or repressing myself for someone would never be the answer. Not only was I denying something from myself that made me feel good, give me confidence, and that I enjoyed, but I also began to resent my wife for 'being the one who made me'. But she didn't make me do anything. I made my choices to close off those parts of me. When that ended I decided it was then or never. I would always live how I felt the best, and for me, that's being a nudist."

I was impressed. I didn't really expect such a thoughtful answer.

"Yeah, it's hard to get over shame for me," I replied.

"Well, Gage told me about your shower together, sounds like it wasn't so bad!" Tim said. I guess I wasn't shocked that Gage told him; in fact I was sure it was mentioned offhandedly, nothing of note in the long run. I felt the color rush to my cheeks. "It's nice you're coming out of your shell a little bit. I'm happy for you!" He continued.

He reminded me that I could join in anytime I wanted, which I nervously chuckled at and said I knew. We talked about a few things over the next hour or so, school, his work, how he was into photography. Before we knew it we were both decently tipsy, leaning towards flat out drunk.

Tim stood up and walked back over to the mini fridge. He scratched his hairy ass on the way over and I couldn't help but stare at this point. The drinks had definitely hit me. Even if he caught me looking I was starting to get to the point I didn't really care. He grabbed a drink out of the fridge and turned around, his mushroom starting to get a bit chubbed up.

"Speaking of photography, I haven't shown you any of my collection. Feel like checking them out?" He asked.

Do I feel like getting up or should I suggest we stay here?

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