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This is part 7 of Blue Skies. You can read from the beginning here

“You got a choice here, Boy,” Dan eventually says, and he gives me the choices.
“Take as long as you want to decide, Boy, but you won’t be putting on any clothes until you’ve told me what you want.
I look at the clock again. Mum is going to be home any minute now and I’m shaved-smooth starkers in the kitchen, Dan between me and my stack of clothes on the chair behind him. My mind is blank, I don’t know what to say, don’t know what I want.

Can you help me here, guys? Can you help me decide what to tell Dan what I want?
A) Do I want to do this whole CMNM again tomorrow, just him and me
B) Do I want to expand this and be the OON with Baz, Loz and Mark, our school mates from quayside?
C) or do I want Dan to text the delivery driver and see about joining him and his mates on Friday?

OK, so none of you liked the idea of it being A) just me and Dan. That’s ok, I guess, but then it was a total draw between B) and C). WTF? You couldn’t decide between me being the OON in front of my school mates from the quayside or in front of the delivery guy’s mates. Thanks. Fucking thanks, guys. Great job. I mean, how am I supposed to decide now? But, let’s get on with the story…

I’m staring at the front door, waiting to hear the key in the lock, for my mum to come in. And I cannot think. I mean, really, cannot. Dan is there smiling at me, and I can hardly breathe, ‘WTF? Do I even want any of them?’ but, yeah, I realise I have really enjoyed today, my cock twitches remembering opening the door to the delivery guy, who was kinda hot, in an older-guy sort of way, not that I’m into older guys, you understand, oh fuck, where did that thought even come from?
“Boy? C’mon give me an answer here,” Dan standing next to me at the kitchen table, interrupting my thoughts. And then the front door opens.
“Hi, Liam? You there? Come give me a hand with the shopping.”
I look at Dan, who grins like mad, and rescues me, “I’m here, Mrs N.”
He always calls my mum Mrs N.
“Oh, hi Dan, I wasn’t expecting you still here. What have you done with Liam?”
“Done with him? Nothing.”
That is so not true.
“I guess we just lost track of time, I can go as soon as I’ve helped you with the bags,” Dan takes the bags and brings them into the kitchen. Mum follows.
“A cup of tea wouldn’t go amiss, Liam,” mum says, looking at me as if to say, ‘Why Did Dan help me and not you?’
“I… err…” I stammer.
“What’s wrong? Too much like hard work for you, is it, to make your mum a cuppa?”
“No, it’s just that…”
Dan interrupts, “What Liam is trying to tell you, Mrs N, is that he’s naked right now and just a tad embarrassed.”
Mum laughs, “Naked? What? Again? Well, I guess I already saw both of you naked yesterday, so, jump up and get the kettle on, Liam.”
“But mum, I’m…”
“Ok, so what else is going on?” Mum puts her hands on her hips, as if to say she won’t be moving anywhere until she gets a full explanation.
“Let’s just say that Liam is kinda excited right now,” Dan explains.
Mum laughs. She’s fucking laughing, as I sit there naked in the kitchen in front of her, and she KNOWS I’m boned.
“Oh,” is all she says.
“Yes, oh,” Dan replies, “So…”
“So, Liam, if you’re getting into the habit of hanging nude, as they say, at home, then I expect you, me, we’ll, all have to get used to what happens to teenage boys when they’re nude. Now get up, get over it, and get the kettle on.”
Dan gasps as I stand up and mum looks me up and down, her eyes resting on my rock hard, shaved smooth cock, “Oh, I see,” she says.
It’s like a fortnight later when I whisper, “I can explain,” totally ashamed, totally on show, yet not covering myself.
“Nothing to explain, Liam, I mean, your dad and Dan’s uncle hung out nude a lot, and,” mum still staring at my cock, “And, well… you’re so like your dad.”
That image burns in my mind, mum looking at me naked and boned and seeing dad, dad who died with Dan’s uncle in a boating accident when I was three. “Fuck, mum, that’s kinda weird…”
“I guess you’ll be heading off to Vault over the summer, then?” Mum asks, changing the subject quickly and shaking off her own thoughts.
“Vault? You mean the nudist beach?” Dan asks.
“Well, clothing optional, but, yes, get that all over tan, and check out the girls. Or the MILFs.”
“Mum, WTF? MILFs? Really?” I turn to fill the kettle to distract myself, and feel her eyes on my butt instead.
“Maybe Liam should put some shorts on, eh, Mrs N,” Dan suggests.
Mum shrugs her shoulders, “If you boys want to be nude here then I’m ok with it, seriously,” mum says to Dan as if challenging him. The only sound to be heard is the click of the kettle as I put it on. “You want to stay for supper, Dan?”
“Erm, sure, yeah, thanks, Mrs N.”
“And you can slip out of those shorts if that’d be more comfortable for you.” Both mum and me watching Dan, watching him. Will he take the challenge? The dare? Dan kinda blushes, fuck, he looks so cute, then his hands going to his waistband, and dropping his shorts, naked now.
“Good,” mum says, her eyes on Dan, “And you remind me so much of your uncle. Jeez, this is too much. Ok, tea, I’m going to read my book for half an hour then I’ll sort supper out.”

Mum disappears into the lounge and Dan and me burst out laughing, “Fucking hell, what just happened there?” Dan chuckles.
“Oh fuck, the way she was staring at me.”
“Yeah, and the way your cock bobbed,” Dan laughs, “Imagine you naked and rock hard at Vault beach.”
“What? In front of all those MILFs?”
“Yeah, and all the old men. All staring at you in your glory.”
My cock bobs again.
“You like that idea, eh?” Dan asks, his cock chubbing up. “But where were we? Oh yes, I think we can definitely dismiss the CMNM just between you and me, things seem to have advanced a lot since then. So, is it you being the OON in front of our mates or in front of the delivery guy, eh, Boy? C’mon, it’s decision time.”
“But, Dan, you weren’t serious, were you?” me trying my best to dissuade Dan, and failing miserably.
“Course I was,” Dan grins evilly, “Decide, Boy, before I decide for you.”
“OMG, but being the OON in front of Baz, Loz, and Mark, that’d be so weird.”
“Lol, ok, and you’ve already been naked in front of the delivery guy, but two or three of his mates, complete strangers, that would be less weird?”
“I dunno, when you put it like that.”
“The lads, hmm, maybe we could go to Vault, and you can be the only ‘clothing optional’ amongst us?”
“WTF? seriously? I mean, what would they say?”
“You can leave that to me. But it’s that or go to some stranger’s house and get naked there on a Friday evening.”
“Dan, I really don’t know, what should I do?”
“What gets your cock bounce and leak more?” Dan and I look down at my massively hard and leaking cock. He wraps his hand around my shaft and circles my cockhead with his thumb, rubbing my precum over my pissslit.
“Fuck, Dan, mum’s in the next room,” I whisper, just letting Dan continue.
“Well, don’t moan too loud or she will come in and watch,” Dan says, continuing to circle with his thumb. After a full minute of me trying really hard to keep quiet, he lets go, “So, Boycock,” Dan addressing my throbbing and leaking cock, not me, “Where do you want to be on show? On Vault beach with our classmates or in a flat on Friday night with some random more mature guys?”
“Might have to ask you again,” Dan says to my cock, “That was pretty close. Vault, naked in front of the lads, and whoever else is there?”
My cock throbs and bobs, precum oozing out.
“Or spend Friday night as the OON with some more mature guys in the privacy of a flat that you’ve never been to?”
And my cock bobs, but no more precum.
“There you are, we’ve got the answer,” Dan grins, “A trip to Vault with the guys and you the OON.”
“Fuck, Dan, please, no.”
“Shhh, Boy, it’s decided. Your Boycock decided for you, now let me message the guys.”
“What? Right now?”
“Yeah, why not? We could go tomorrow, yeah?”
“What are you going to tell them?” I ask, sealing my fate.
“Just that we’re going to the beach, have a swim, a laugh, a mess about.”
“You’re not telling them about me being the OON?”
“Nah, that’d spoil the fun. Wait til we’re all on the beach then, when I tell you to strip, they’ll be surprised.”
“But, fuck, Dan, please,” I near beg.
“I don’t hear you using the safe word,” he grins.
“No, I haven’t, have I?” I blush.
Dan grins, “So, it’s settled, Boy, off to Vault tomorrow.” And Dan sits down to send the texts to Baz, Loz and Mark. Ten minutes later and they’re all up for it, and my cock is throbbing in sheer terror.

After supper, after Dan had got dressed and gone, mum turned and asked me, “So, you and Dan, is there anything you want to tell me?”
“Mum? I… What do you mean?” I’m still naked, sat at the kitchen table, totally flustered by her question.
“You seem to be very close. I just wondered… if you were… together.”
“Mum, WTF? No, no… it’s not… we’re not…” I stammer out.
“Liam, c’mon, credit me with some brains. I mean, yesterday I came home and you were both naked, larking about in the garden. Today, you were naked and hard in the kitchen, and Dan, well, the dynamic between the two of you was very palpable, him talking for you. I’m guessing it was his idea to shave you. Am I right?”
I nod, “Oh jeez, mum, it’s not… I’m not… I don’t know…”
Mum smiles, “You don’t have to work it out, sweetheart. Not yet, anyway. Have fun, be careful. I’m here, if you want to talk about it. Your dad and Dan’s uncle, well, maybe, you’ve got more in common with them than you might think.”
“WTF does that mean, mum? That they…”
Mum nods, “They were close…”
I waited for mum to continue but she had a vacant look on her face, as if remembering, “Mum, really? Dad and Dan’s uncle? I don’t know what to say.”
“And you shouldn’t, you don’t need to, your dad and Dan’s uncle had a very close bond, just like you and Dan seem to be developing, and that’s ok.”
“I think I might be gay, mum,” I blurt out.
“Don’t be in a hurry to put a label on it, Liam. You might be, you might not be, either way is ok, you might even be somewhere in between. You don’t need to work anything out yet. You’re only 18.”
We sit there quietly for a few minutes, taking in what we’ve just shared.
“So, now that Dan isn’t here, does that mean you’ll be putting some clothes on, or did he tell you to stay naked?”
“MUM!”
We both fall about in fits of laughter, but at the back of my mind, I’m already thinking about that dynamic of Dan telling me to stay naked, and I think to myself, of course I would if he asked me.

The following morning, we meet up on our bikes and cycle up out of Meva and over the hills through Gorran Haven and up to the National Trust car park above Vault beach. I’m bricking it on the trek down to the beach because I know what Dan is going to order me to do.
We’re barely onto the beach, still in the textile section, thankfully only a few people around. Dan stops us, “Hang on guys,” they stop and turn around. “OK, Boy, strip and hand me your clothes.” They’re laughing, wondering what’s going on. “Hurry up, Boy.”
“WTF, Dan?” Loz asks.
I pull my t-shirt off over my head and hand it to Dan.
“Shit, Liam’s going through with it,” Baz stands there grinning, taking it all in.
I hand Dan my trainers. Barefoot now, just my shorts between me being clothed and naked.
“And the rest, Boy.”
“Seriously, Dan? Mark asks, “We’re still in the textile section, he can’t get naked here.”
“He’ll do as I say. Watch. Boy, hand me your shorts. Now.”
I hesitate for a moment, then drop them and hand them to Dan who stuffs them in his bag.
“Woah, dude,” Baz says, “You’re fucking smooth as a baby.” They all stare at my smooth cock, soft for the moment. “What made you do that?”
“The Boy thought it would go with his new lifestyle,” Dan explains.
I’m thinking, ‘What? what fucking new lifestyle?’
“WTF does that mean?” Loz asks.
“Liam here, aka the Boy, is now into naturism in a big way.”
“That so?” Mark asks, staring at my body. They’re all staring at me, naked, in the textile section of the beach, the only naked one around.
I nod, “Yeah, it’s like Dan says, I’ve kind of got into it.”
“So, you don’t mind being naked in the textile section of the beach? That’s like, wow, you’re the only one naked.”
“Yeah, well you’ll be down to your swimmers soon enough, right? I reply.
“Yeah, but we haven’t got everything hanging out on show. Not that you’re hanging now, more like projecting,” laughs Baz.
I look down and see my cock at half-mast, “Fuck.”
They all laugh, At that, they all peel off down into board shorts, except for Mark who is wearing a pair of speedos.
Dan instructs, “C’mon, let’s walk down the beach, along the water’s edge, let Liam show off his assets.”
And we walk the length of the beach, into the clothing optional section. Me the Only One Naked, the guys pointing and chuckling, and people we pass looking on too. Them all telling me I’m not allowed to cover my junk. Of course, by the end of it I am totally boned, much to my shame and much to their amusement. We mess about in the water, lay around on the sand, chatting, my cock barely softening. Dan revels in telling them about my morning encounter with the delivery guy and then me being naked and hard in front of my mum. They fucking love it, looking over at me in disbelief and laughing. I try to counter the attention with telling them that Dan got naked in front of my mum too yesterday and was naked in my kitchen when he texted them about this morning’s trip to Vault.
“Woah, you two are fucking crazy,” Baz says, “Must have been that dip in the quayside that did it.”
“Yeah, totally weird that you’re comfortable being the only one hanging nude with us, Liam,” Loz adds.
“What are you saying Loz?” Mark interjects, “You think one of us should join Liam in getting naked?”
They all laugh, then Dan says, “Maybe, that’s not a bad idea, Mark. You up for it?”
“What? Me? No way, even if we are laying just around in the clothing optional section.”
“Lol, what you got to hide?” Dan asks.
“Nothing.”
Laughs all round.
“No, fuck, that came out wrong,” Mark blushes, “Anyway, maybe we could all get naked?”
“Or maybe just one of us does?” Loz asks. “What? Like in drawing straws for it?” Dan asks, grinning.
“Yeah, why the fuck not?” Baz says. “Everyone in?”
I watch as all four of them nod in agreement, ‘I mean, no one was going to chicken out of the dare. But, WTF? I’m not going to be the OON for much longer? Someone is going to join me naked on the beach? But who?’ I sit there thinking, who deserves to lose their swimmers – and dignity – most? Who will be most embarrassed about it? Who do I want to see naked the most? My cock twitches at that last thought. I watch as Dan scavenges on the beach for straws, he has a wicked grin on his face and he winks at me, ‘Fuck, he’s going to make sure he doesn’t end up with the short straw, I’m sure of that.’