"Peter, are you joining the Parade?"
"Aw, Ma, do I hafta?"
Just because it was National Nude Day, Peter's parents just HAD to join the "Emperor's Nude Clothes" Parade in Paradise Valley. Growing up in North America's biggest "Clothing Optional community" had been embarrassing to the young man. Now that he had turned 18, the pressure from parents, neighbours and peers to join in the festivities was overwhelming. Like most gangly youths, Peter was shy about his physique. He was even more concerned that if he went naked, his persistent voluntary erections would be apparent to all, particularly if lovely Patience Happenstance joined the parade, as she had promised. Patience was exactly Peter's age to the day, but she had embraced non-sexual nudity for years. Peter knew very well how he would react to her ripe young body.
Part of the pressure was because Paradise Valley had lost some of its sensationalistic cache in recent years. The prevalence of nudity in movies, on the Internet, and even television, made the public jaded. Paradise Valley had won the battle for acceptance of the beauty of the naked form, but un the process had lost its shock value. Peter wondered if the elders appreciated the irony of depending on titillation to publicize the town, and attract new residents.
Whether they did or not, this year, the elders were determined to stage the world's record Nude Parade, in a last gasp effort to get coverage by being uncovered.
Sitting in his room thinking of all this was enough to give Peter a throbbing erection. Focusing on the mental image of Patience playing nude volleyball (a regular feature of phys ed class at Paradise High), Peter slowly stroked his pulsating shaft, wrapping his hand around it with practiced familiarity, starting at the base, fingers grazing his scrotum. Working slowly up, cupping the helmet, squeezing gently.
"Honey, we're leaving now." Peter's Mom called up the stairs.
'Perhaps,' Peter thought to himself, ' if I cum now, I'll be able to risk marching nude in the parade without the threat that my flagpole will rise to the occasion. I'll need to shoot enormous amounts of gunk to lose the entirety of my erection though.'
Returning to the task at hand, Peter was distressed that instead of Patience's perfection, he had images of his naked mom stuck in his brain. Mom baking muffins in just her apron. Mom sunbathing naked in her hammock. Then there was the time just last month that he walked in on mom and Dad, both nude. That had not been innocent, or natural, in the way the Elders defended nudism. Peter knew he shouldn't have stayed and watched Mom languorously slurping Dad's cock, which Dad was telling her was a "great tasty Popsicle treat."
