Chapter 4

Thursday August, 25

Instead, it got a lot worse. Or at least it did for Dr. Martin, who I walked down stairs to find on our TV screen, explaining to a phalanx of reporters that school was canceled due to the hordes of protesters blocking every road within a six block radius of the school.

Mom looked up at me: "Since we don't need to rush out the door, I thought we'd have a nice, leisurely family breakfast. Why don't you and Jeff go ahead and get your showers." I went back upstairs and kissed Jeff awake.

"Morning Sleeping Beauty," I whispered in his ear, "apparently my body was too awesome for about half the state of Florida to handle, so we have the day off.

"Then are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked.

"Does it involve a shower?"

He nodded.

"Then yes."

We got in the shower and I turned the water on. We kissed passionately, and his hands made their way down my body, teasing my nipples before plunging down to my engorged cock. I fondled his balls as he lightly brushed the tip of my penis. We kissed again, our mouths swallowing the sound of one another's ecstatic grunts. He looked up at me –now there was definitely love in his eyes- as he applied more pressure. I did the same to him, and we soon climaxed in unison, our semen mixing together on its way down the drain.

We held each other a moment longer, then finished washing and walked downstairs.

"All that sex made me hungry" I remarked. I wouldn't be for long though as mom had really outdone herself. The kitchen table was piled high with waffles, bacon, and fruit salad. Dad poured me a cup of coffee and a glass of orange juice as I sat down.

"So what do you thinks going to happen with these protestors?" Logan asked

"Reverend Neale will probably call them off as soon as he gets the governor to promise some draconian new law." Dad responded, "I just hope it doesn't mess up my new plan."

"What plan is that dear?" queried Mom.

Dad explained that he had brought a bankrupt development for a ridiculously low price, and was incorporating the land as the City of Apertus, with himself as both mayor and city council. It would be America's first city designed to be explicitly nudist friendly, and would provide much needed affordable housing and office space.

"In fact," Dad continued, "I was thinking of making this a family project. Quint, since you're artistically minded, you could work with the architects to design the buildings. Hunter, your newfound fame makes you the perfect face of our advertising campaign. Logan can help design the parks and Lanh can be the school superintendent. What do you guys say we get started today?"

"Actually," Quint spoke up, "I was hoping I could have the photography club over to take some pictures of Hunter, since we can't meet after school."

"That sounds like a great idea," said mom, "why don't you have them over this afternoon? Then you can work with your father until lunch while Hunter mows the lawn. I think Jeff and I need to call his parents.

When I came in from mowing the lawn Jeff was beaming. "My parents said they were ok with it, and they'll even let me do the Program!"

"That's great," I replied, "Why don't you tell me all about it in the shower?"

"Not so fast," called out Quint, "Christine, Laura, Zach, and Bernie Scott are coming over for lunch, and I want you ready to go."

"Well, any sacrifice for art," I sighed melodramatically, and proceeded to the shower alone.

When I came downstairs, Quint was introduced to Bernie Scott, who I recognized from another one of Quint's plays.

"You trying out for this year's musical?" I asked him.

He nodded, "I'm hoping to get Rolf, but I'm also going to stick with the photography club."

Just then, Christine arrived. "Where should I put my clothes?"

"Just hang them up in the front hall closet," Mom called from the kitchen.

"I guess I should get naked too," Bernie said, pulling his T-shirt over his head.

While we waited for Zach and Laura to arrive, Quint showed us some of his preliminary drawings for buildings. He was going for sort of an updated Art Deco aesthetic, I thought it looked really cool. Once everybody got there, we sat down to a lunch of BLTs and potato chips, then it was time to start taking pictures. Bernie did a series of each of us posing as the Vitruvian Man, while Laura and Christine photographed one another pretending to cook and do household chores naked.

Then it was Quint's turn. His first project was to take head shots of my face while I masturbated. I sat on a lawn by the pool and took my cock in my hand. Even though I had a smaller audience than I was used to by now, the thought of being photographed was a huge turn-on, and it wasn't long before I could feel an orgasm building. I threw my head back and moaned in ecstasy as I climaxed.