Norbert, +2

As I walk at Amy's side, I let my eyes wander, looking about the neighbourhood, at the trees, up at the clouds. Cars slow as they pass, and I catch more than a few drivers' eyes as they stare at me. They neither stop nor raise a fuss, even if shocked.

I smile, courteous and quiet, and I wave, to let them know this is my new normal. These are men and women I have known all of my life, to one extent or another, but who have never seen me nude. Now, they will see me nude as oft as they look.

It feels odd to walk about nude, like this, but the more I walked, the more accustomed to it I felt. Even so, I froze for just an instant when I saw Norbert walking with two of his friends. Two women, one with light brown skin, the other far darker.

Norbert froze, too, when he saw me, blinking and staring for a heartbeat, before raising his hand to wave. He called out to us, immediately, once he recovered from the shock of seeing me standing nude on the sidewalk with Amy right beside me.

“Amy!” he called, and Amy waved for him to feel free to come over, so he jogged across the street. His two friends swiftly followed him, freezing when the sight of me registered. They stared blankly at me, but Norbert just came fully to join us.

“Amy, what's going on? Why's your faggot walking around nude like this?” he asked. As soon as the word faggot left his lips, both of his friends tilted their heads, then seemed to relax enough to come closer, joining him in standing before me.

I took a moment to look at the two women that were with him. Like Norbert, both full-grown adults, the lighter-skinned one was dressed in a pair of comfortable, faded blue jean shorts and a sleeveless crop top of the same, with brass buttons.

She had white hair, which looked beautiful on her, while the other had on a white and purple halter top and black denim shorts. The darker-skinned woman had shorter hair, in a dramatic shade of blue that could only have been a chosen hue.

Each one was wearing lipstick that matched her hair, which struck me as, also, exquisitely beautiful. It just suited them in excellent manner, and meant they wouldn't have to deal with a bunch of assholes who thought all lips should be scarlet.

“He's not allowed to wear clothes in the community, anymore,” Amy answered, after looking from Norbert to me, for an instant, as if watching for a reaction, then back to him, “It's a recent decision. I asked them to remove Boris, by the way.”

“Nice!” Norbert answered, then jerked back a step, “Oh! Let me introduce my best friends. This is Tamara Grey, and this is Timbre Moon.” Timbre being the one with the white hair, and Tamara being the one with a vivid shock of dark blue hair.

“Hey, he's a faggot? That means he's a cock slave, right?” Timbre asked, leaning to one side, her long white ponytail braid swaying as she did. Her dark brown eyes focused on me, her gaze not so much courteous as contemplative, evaluating me.

“Yes,” Amy nodded, “He is my property, mine to care for, protect, use, and share, as I like.” Both Timbre and Tamara froze at the word share, glancing from Amy to me, examining me with new interest, then bringing their attention back to Amy.

“Share?” Tamara asked.

“Kneel,” Amy commanded, looking over at me. I dropped like a stone onto my knees in front of Norbert, my eyes brought to hip level. Norbert, for his part, did not hesitate at the wordless invitation, stepping forward to put himself before me.

My hands lifted in silent obedience, unbuttoning and unzipping him, pulling his shorts and boxers until they fell down to his ankles. His cock swayed free, hanging in front of me, and I tilted my head, immediately licking him from crown to hilt.

“Only with Norbert?” Timbre asked, and Amy chuckled.

“If you've got cocks, he'll suck all three of you off, right here, right now,” Amy answered. I heard buttons clicking, and two zippers sliding down, before Tamara and Timbre stepped closer, on either side of Norbert, and my hands moved promptly.

Two more brown cocks to attend to, I caressed Timbre's shaft with one hand, and Tamara's with the other. A car slowed as it rolled past, but the driver said nothing, and I could see nothing. I remained focused on Norbert's cock, licking his meat.

When he started to harden, I shifted my hand from Tamara to Norbert, and leaned to one side. I licked her hardening meat in turn, focused on it to the exclusion of upward glances. Amy rest her hand softly on my head, proudly stroking my scalp.

“So what were you two doing? Were you headed somewhere?” Norbert asked, looking from me to Amy as I stroke his cock with one hand, and Timbre's with the other. Before Amy can answer, I shift again, moving my mouth to Timbre's phallus.

“Just to the community marketplace to buy a couple satchels for my faggot,” Amy replies, “He's forbidden clothes, but he needs to be able to carry his ID and possibly other small items. Satchel seems like the best option for that, realistically.”

“Custom Accents has started selling chokers with back-of-neck card pockets,” Norbert says, “They're specifically designed for cock slaves that aren't allowed to wear clothes in nudity-compatible spaces. It marks them basically everywhere, too.”

“Oh, shit, nice!” Amy replies, and I can tell that's what we'll be getting, instead. I won't get to choose satchels, but I'll get a nice chance to pick my own collar. That's a lot more practical, so I like the idea, and so I move my mouth back to Norbert.

Stroking his friends with either hand, I slide my mouth down around his cock and begin bobbing my head on him. Norbert moves one hand to cup my cheek in his palm, stroking lovingly with his thumb, “That's it, faggot, you're such a good boy!”

I moan happily, offering sensual vibrations while bobbing my head for him. Amy continues to stroke my scalp lovingly, as my lips slide up and down the length of Norbert's wood. His thumb caresses my cheekbone, in a slow and gentle strokes.

“Is he allowed to make eye contact?” Timbre asks, and I look up at her, meeting her eyes. “Oh! Guess that answers that! He is very responsive! His eyes are so pretty!” I smile around Norbert's cock, my cheeks warm, and I squeeze her cock gently.

“Oh, fuck ... yes ... just like that, you little bitch!” Timbre murmurs, immediately, her voice swiftly warming as she smiles at me, and I tighten my fingers on Tamara. Tamara moans in answer, the sound a soft, warm music in my ears, as I look.

I can't make eye contact with three people at the same time, but I make a point to look up at each of them in turn, letting my eyes switch between them, in front of me. I can't look up at Amy without Norbert leaving my mouth, which I can't do.

“I should warn you,” Tamara moans the words softly, as I stroke her cock with one hand, and Timbre's with the other one, my motions slow and smooth. “Timbre and I don't produce milk, yet. Norbert may have inherited the gene but we didn't!”

“That's fine, he'll suck your cocks, regardless. Won't you, faggot?” Amy replies, and I slide my mouth off Norbert''s cock. Instead of answering verbally, I shift my hand from Tamara's cock to Norbert's, stroking him as I start to suck Tamara's.

“Cum in his mouth or on his face at your leisure. I don't mind, and he doesn't, either,” Amy advised, as I start to bob my head on Tamara's cock, sucking dutifully. I moan for her, and she moans for me, showing her enjoyment of my vibration.

“Oh, fuck, he's so good with his mouth!” Tamara breathes, murmuring, “Go suck Timbre's now! Timbre you gotta feel it!” My lips slide up obediently, shifting my hands to new positions as I wrap my lips around Timbre and then slide down on it.

I suck hard, grinding my tongue against her underside as I moan. She shivers and groans at the vibrations that I offer her, huffing out a sharp breath. “Holy shit you weren't kidding! This faggot's amazing with his mouth! Gods he's enthusiastic!”

I smile around her cock, keeping my eyes upturned for their viewing pleasure, looking between them. Their voices are all warm and light, content and complimentary, as they look down, watching me as my mouth moves on Timbre's thick shaft.