Chapter 2: Arrival Plus 3 Weeks (My Best Friend Nicola)
"Ouch, OUCH!" Tom screamed, "Be careful!"
"Sorry baby," replied Natasha, patting him gently on his bare ass. She looked up at her friend Nicola who was sat on the couch, watching intently at the display before her...
-- That Morning.--
Nicola had been visiting the UR for 3 days and still couldn't believe her eyes, the flesh, the male nudity on display and the casual attitude towards it. So many cute guys, so many bare asses, cocks, balls, chests and nipples. She was in heaven!
Nicola had woken that morning looking forward to another day of naked heaven. She saw the large towels laid out on the lounge floor as she headed for the kitchen and wondered what they could be for, before settling down to eat the amazing breakfast that Natasha had cooked. She looked up from her plate just as Tom entered the Kitchen, walking over to Natasha who was still cooking. She smiled as she watched the flexing of his bare ass as he walked. "So cute," she thought to herself. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as Natasha placed her hand on his left ass cheek, so supple and with a slight covering of fuzz. She watched as she stroked it, seemingly investigating the light covering of hair. She quickly returned her eyes to her plate as Tom turned around, still embarrassed by his casual nudity in front of her. "I must remember that it's normal here!" she thought to herself.
"Morning Nic!" said Tom cheerily.
Nicola turned towards Tom, still looking down. She caught sight of his bare feet, not wanting to look up. She knew she had to act normal. She quickly flicked her eyes upwards, catching his gaze.
"Morning," she smiled, before dropping her eyes downwards, across his tight chest down to the area between his legs. "Self control girl!" She screamed to herself but she couldn't help it, it was an area that was so private, yet so acceptable here in the UR. His penis was tumescent, as it had been the previous morning. It was glorious, standing proud, slightly towards his navel. His balls dangling low between his thighs, slightly swaying. His whole groin area covered in a slight public fuzz, but not too much. The large ring that seemed to disappear impossibly into the slit at the tip and out of the base of his glans, glistening in the morning light of the kitchen.
"Sorry 'bout the erection," Tom said, sounding embarrassed.
"Nothing to be ashamed of baby," interrupted Natasha. "I don't apologise when I sneeze, and your erections are no different." She walked over and placed her hand around his shaft, her thumb slightly teasing the tip of his cock, where the ring exited his glans. Tom just groaned slightly and rested his head on Natasha's.
"We love it really, don't we Nic?" Natasha continued, looking over at Nicola.
"Err, well... yeah..." she sounded uncomfortable, but never took her eyes off Tom's excitement. "Does it hurt, I mean, the ring? It's pretty big, isn't it annoying?" Suddenly all the questions she'd wanted to ask since arriving flooded out of her mouth.
"Yeah, I mean its pretty annoying. It doesn't hurt though," Tom began. "The worst part is that it's a punishment, something I have to carry around to remind me of who I am. The nudity and the ring, the burden of being a male."
"It's not that bad baby!" Natasha countered.
"Yes it is," Tom continued, "in the US we were equals, now I'm not. I'm forced to go without clothing when you can cover up. We walk down the street and you're there in your fleece and boots and I'm wearing rubber toe shoes and nothing else. I feel your clothed arm wrapped around mine as we walk, and all I FEEL is my penis, exposed and swaying from side to side. The cool air on my bare ass, knowing that the two schoolgirls behind me are looking at it. The ring, its cold, its heavy, and I can never remove it. I can't even piss in this thing anymore, it just goes everywhere!"
Tom was getting visibly upset, his bare chest getting flush with anger and frustration. Nicola just looked back down at her breakfast, she felt terrible for even asking the question.
The morning continued in silence, Nicola retired to the lounge with Tom and they both sat on the couch watching TV. Tom sat next to her, his bare legs crossed and his penis, no longer erect, laid dormant across his thigh. His crossed legs forcing his testicles upwards displaying them prominently. Nicola paid little attention to the TV, instead she flicked her eyes downwards every few seconds, staring at the tip of Tom's penis. She just wanted to wrap her fingers around the ring and explore, but she knew she had to show restraint. Tom hadn't mentioned the towels on the floor, and Nicola had decided to not ask any more questions.
A few moments later, Natasha walked in with what looked like a large washbag.
"Do we need to do this now, with Nic here?" Tom pleaded.
"Its every two weeks, you know how I like to stick to a routine," she began, "plus, I noticed your assfuzz getting a bit long this morning."
Tom just sighed and stood up. Nicola watched as he walked over to the towels and kneeled down. Natasha handed him a small pillow which he took and placed at the head of the towels.
"What's going on?" Nicola enquired.
"Oh, its just Tom's two weekly body grooming. Hair, nails, you know the stuff. Naked guys need to look good!" Natasha joked. "Plus, you can give me a hand so we should be finished extra quick."
Nicola looked startled.
"Don't worry Nic," smiled Natasha, "I won't ask you to handle what you would consider 'private areas!'"