sal ganuth

They stood there at the start of the WNBR, both stripped down, clothes packed away chatting together, enjoying the sun on their naked bodies.

Zac was the exhibitionist, Harry the shy one. It had always been like that since they met at uni and roomed together, Zac wandering around the flat naked without a care in the world, Harry too embarrassed to say anything, didn’t know where to look, what to say to Zac. When Zac walked into the kitchen with morning wood, Harry had run out those first few times. 

“Dude, it’s not a problem, you seeing me with wood. It happens to us all,” Zac had said to Harry through his closed bedroom door. Zac had persuaded Harry to come out of his room, talk with Zac, as Zac stood there, his cock rock hard, and uncovered. “See it’s ok, right? I mean, I’d be cool around you if you were naked and hard.”
Harry had received that more as a challenge, “I don’t know Zac. I’m not that comfortable being naked round guys.”
“Harry, we’re besties right? We can hang nude.”
“WTF you saying? That we strip down as soon as we get back to the flat?”
“Yeah. Why the fuck not?” Zac had said laughing, “I accept your challenge. Do you?”
“What? No. That’s not what I meant,” stuttered Harry.
“I think it is,” said Zac, playfully pulling Harry’s tee over his head.
Harry stood there shocked, bare chested, his tee crumpled in Zac’s hands.
“So am I gonna pull your boxers off you or are you taking them off yourself?”
Harry gulped. He heard the either or, but not the keep your boxers on. So he dropped the boxers to the floor himself.
Zac grinned, ”Ok, so we are naked housemates now. Awesome.”

That’s how Zac and Harry began to hang out nude. A week later, they had friends round for beers. Zac said, “Did you know our Harry has gone naturist?”
Eyes turned, “Really Harry? Look it’s ok with us, isn’t it guys?” Harry stammered an excuse but his mates didn’t let up until Harry had stripped down and stayed naked for the duration.

“WTF did you say that for?” Harry asked Zac after the friends had left, Harry naked and Zac still clothed.
“C’mon, Harry, admit it, you enjoyed it.”
“Yeah, a bit, but now they’ll expect me to get naked every time.”
“And the problem is?” Laughed Zac. Harry couldn’t think of an answer. “So cool you were up for it. Did you know there’s a nude bike ride on Saturday?”
“Nude what? When? Where?” Harry flushed bright red. “Jeez, no, Zac. I couldn’t.”
“Yes you can. Or are you chicken?”

And that’s how Zac and Harry are both standing bare assed naked at the WNBR. Zac totally at ease in his nakedness and Harry bricking it behind his shades, self-conscious and praying he didn’t bone up, like he had when he’d gone nude in front of Zac just the other week.