"Sure, I'd love to see!"

I followed Tim upstairs to his room. Inside the master he had a little alcove with photo albums, a few framed prints, and general supplies. He pulled out an album and showed me some pieces, all very normal shots of nature, pictures downtown, etc. These were all really neat but I was surprised there weren't any nudist photos.

"I know you're wondering where the good stuff is," Tim said chuckling.

He pulled down an album labeled 'naturale'. He opened it and sure enough, naked bodies on every page. Tim in nature, the sun shining across his bare hary body. Frolicking in fields. Mostly men, but some women as well completely naked doing mundane everyday tasks. Even a few of Gage and some guy just body painting each other laughing to themselves.

As he kept flipping through the book, things took a turn. At first it was simple things like the nature shots of Tim, except now, he was standing there with his cock rock hard. More after that documented him stroking his throbbing cock, and finally a shot of him reclined on a downed tree trunk covered in his cum, his piss slit still leaking a bit as he reclined looking serene as ever. Photos of others in similar states, some bent over exposing their buttholes with varying states of hair. Some photos of men pissing both soft and erect. Finally getting to the end and there's a close-up shot of a man laying on his back holding his legs to his chest as Gage had his cock about half-way inside his ass. I couldn't look away, only breaking eye contact with the photo when Tim continued to flip the pages to more scenes of similar composition with other various couples.

My cock was straining against my shorts, and the **** was definitely hitting.

Tim could sense my fascination.

"Nudism isn't about sex, but myself and most of the others I know believe in appreciating the beauty of being human, including the beauty of us as sexual beings." He said. I looked down and noticed his cock was fully hard and throbbing after looking at the photos he had taken.

"I know a few weeks ago I was, um, holding myself when you came into the kitchen, and I should've said something first, but honestly didn't think of it until you came in. We are completely open in this household, and taking care of our needs is not something we are ashamed of. There's nothing weird going on between me and my son, but it would be foolish for us to ignore the fact that two naked men don't have needs they need to take care of from time to time, and privacy really doesn't matter when we've seen it all."

"It's your guys' house, I want you all to be comfortable," I said, my cock aching at this point.

"I'm glad you feel that way, because I'm getting very pent up," Tim said, "I think I'm gonna go grab another drink and take care of this," he said laughing and clutching his cock.

He walked away, and feeling my pulse beating inside my face I followed him, the drinks hitting me more and more.

Tim had grabbed another drink and sat in his chair out back. He was well into stroking his cock by the time I got back down.

I nervously reclaimed my place across from him and watched him pinch his nipples and stroke his shaft. He noticed I came back and smiled. He started to talk about other things but I couldn't focus. After a moment, he spoke. "I'm not making you uncomfortable am I?" He asked, stopping his stroke, though a bead of precum had formed at the top of his slit.

"Uh, no, no," I said, giving a short answer. At this point, the tent in my shorts was extremely obvious.

"Well, you're welcome to do whatever feels right if you want," he said.