It all started when I moved back home at 21. My mom and stepdad were both gone a lot and decided they needed help with the family dogs. Mom traveled a lot for work and my stepdad worked a lot as a lawyer. I moved back in a week before my mom had to leave for a big trip. She would be gone 2 weeks.
It was a big adjustment being back under their roof. I had lived alone in an apartment while I was at school. I got very used to living alone and not having to wear clothes if I didn't feel like, which was most of the time.
In the first few days of being back home I caught myself a few times being the bathroom down the hall for a shower with no clothes to put on after. I would wrap the towel loosely around my waist and walk slowly to my room. Without thinking about it, I had only done this if it was just me and my stepdad in the house. Hmmmm.
I was in good shape at 21, I had played rugby at school so I was pretty thick in the thigh and butt area and muscular up top. I had short brown hair and green eyes, I feel like I'm pretty hairy for a guy my age which the other gay guys at school seemed to love.
One day on my slow stroll back to my room in my loose towel, I passed my stepdad in the hall. I saw him look me from head to toe but he seemed to take an extra long look at my slightly exposed pubes.
I smirked and said "Sorry, I'm not used to living with other people yet and at my apartment no one cared if I wore clothes."
"I don't think anyone will care here either, but maybe try to limit it to when it's just me and you at the house if you can," he said very seriously with a cheeky grin on his face.
The next couples days were normal for the most part. I did however notice that Steve was making much more frequent stops to my room. He would pop his head in to ask a silly question or peak through the cracked door as he walked to his office. It definitely seemed like he was trying to catch a glimpse of more.
On the morning my mom left for her big trip I decided I would do something a little risky to give Steve a show. I put on a tank top and short loose shorts to go eat breakfast with them. We always sat at the kitchen island for breakfast, this day was no different except for the fact that I wasn't wearing underwear, I had also cut the built in briefs out of my old 3in shorts to make them more comfortable. With any movement, I was bound to have a ball slip.
We all ate our breakfast normally and as we finished Steve got up to do the dishes and mom had gone off somewhere to finish getting ready. When Steve came to grab my plate, I had turned slightly so my legs were more open to him. I could feel the warm kitchen air on my nuts. I saw him peak down multiple times in the short walk from the sink to the place I was sitting. There was no doubt he was looking at my full hairy 21 year old balls. I decided to give him a reason to get a closer look and dropped my napkin.
"Oops, sorry Steve, let me grab that," I said as I faked leaning down to grab it. I knew he would offer to do it.
"No worries, I got it!" He said as he leaned down to grab the napkin.
As he learned forward I opened my legs a little wider. I felt the leather of the barstool on my sack and I'm pretty sure the tip was out too. Steve took a long time to get that napkin. I reached down and adjusted while he watched, I grabbed my whole package through the leg of my shorts and let it out. He stood back up and I could see the chub in his slacks, he was already dressed for work.
Steve had to take my mom to the airport so they both left shortly after he had just seen my entire soft dick and balls for the first time and I had seen his chub. When I hugged them both bye I made sure I hugged Steve extra tight, I could tell our dicks rubbed through our clothes.
With mom gone for 2 weeks, I thought we'd see if Steve meant it when he said no one else would care about me being naked. I would walk to and from the shower naked, lay on the bed watching TV with my door open naked, go down for coffee naked, you get the point. Steve took every opportunity to look at my body that he got.
One evening when he got home earlier that usual he came by my room. I was laying on my stomach on my bed so when he came through the door he had a front row seat to my thick hairy ass.
Nervously he said "Hey, you wanna watch a movie? We can go to the livingroom or I can hang in here, whatever you wanna do."
I looked over my shoulder at him. I reached back to "scratch my butt cheek," but really just watch to expose a little more of myself. I know he could see my balls with how my legs were spead and thought he might want to see my hole too.
