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Identity Crisis. Chapter III.

Adult cartoon story:  Identity Crisis. Chapter III.

And soon all four were on their way. They all knew the path, they had travelled it many times before. Usually when they travelled, the smurfs loved to talk, about anything and everything, but this time around the three smurfs felt a strange mix of curiosity and discomfort. They remained silent, lost in their thoughts, and Nudist Smurf respected it for a while. He had expected others to be affected and knew that he had to give them time to accommodate. After 10-15 minutes of walk however, he decided to encourage the discussion.

“You know, you can ask me questions.”

“Do we have to though?” one of the smurfs answered. He then precised his thought. “Not that we don’t want to talk with you or anything. It’s just that I understand why you decided to become a nudist. After all, you told us yesterday how you wanted to become different and unique, and now I guess you are.”

Nudist Smurf stopped and the others as well. They weren’t near any sarsaparilla bushes but now would be a good time to talk. And the third nameless smurf, who had not been there the day before, would understand the situation better as well. Because the naked smurf didn’t just want to stir controversy, he wanted to be understood and accepted as well.

“Why are you uncomfortable at my nudity,” he asked the rest of the pack bluntly.

“Well, it’s very sudden and unexpected,” Smurf answered. He tried, but couldn’t find the words he was looking for to define it.

“We’ve known most of the smurfs in the village, with their skills, interests and dreams, for what seems like forever,” Smurf continued, “but your love for nudity and exhibition seems to come out of the blue. And let’s face it, it’s very different from everyone else’s interest. Most of us dress the same, or add something subtle to distinguish ourselves, like a flower in Vanity’s hood or Handy’s trusty pencil.”

“And I’ve taken the same approach, but reversed it. I removed something to be different.” He took a few steps around, trying to form a better explanation for his friends. “I’ve always conformed to the traditions of the village. I wore the traditional clothes, day and night, and I played the games, and I worked to my assigned tasks. But I’ve always wanted to try something different. When I undressed last night, I realised that maybe I didn’t want to wear my pyjamas to bed. In fact, maybe I didn’t want to wear clothes at all.”

“You still kept your cap though,” Smurf argued.

“Yeah, I decided that I liked it and I kept it. In fact, there are other traditions I’d like to break. Or at least, would like to see what would happen if we didn’t follow them.”

Smurf was curious to know what it was, but also apprehensive because he knew that in some way, he would be involved. But Smurf was more daring than his friend and asked the question on all of their lips.

“And what is it?”

“Sex.”

Nudist Smurf wasn’t sure how easily he would be able to blurt it out, but he had sounded very natural. There was silence for a moment as his companions thought about what had just been said. They all knew about sex, but it was more of a human custom than a smurf one. Smurfs didn’t reproduce, they awaited the arrival of a stork carrying a baby, once every blue moon. They had sexual organs, but didn’t use them for leisure. It was simply not something the smurfs were interested in as a rule, and yet now Nudist Smurf was curious about it. The topic felt taboo and no one wanted to proceed with it, and it came to everyone’s surprise that the shyest of the three was the first to break the silence.

“Ever noticed how things changed after Smurfette came to the village?” he asked his friends. “But don’t think I’m saying that because I don’t like her, because I do! It’s just that… well, you all seemed enamoured with her, giving her gifts and fighting for her attention. But me… well I never really look at her like that. I never felt that attraction to her.”

Smurf wanted to respond how lovely and beautiful Smurfette was, but Nudist Smurf interfered. He understood that the smurf was saying something very personal and important to him. He simply nodded and encouraged Smurf to go on.

“I’ve… kind of always been looking at all of you, secretly. We all recognise each other among ourselves, but still we look pretty similar. But I’ve noticed all the details about each of you, the subtleties of your faces and bodies. I loved our trips to the beach, where I could see… the whole package.” The smurf turned his head away as he felt himself blushing. “And now, you started walking around and all I felt like was to…” But he couldn’t say it. And so he remained silent.

“I never knew,” Smurf said, in awe. Again, disgust wasn’t in him, as it wasn’t in any of his companions. But he was surprised to learn that a male smurf had been looking at him like that. Nudist Smurf smiled, now knowing that this smurf would be willing to try out with him. Slowly, he walked to his friend and placed a hand on his shoulder. The shy smurf turned and met his friend’s eyes. They were understanding, and willing.

“What do you want to do,” Nudist Smurf whispered to his ear. He could feel his penis hard between his legs. He didn’t know when it had gotten hard, probably when he realised how the smurf felt. And now, as he stood nude in front of the gay smurf, he was aroused, lustful, and ready.

And the gay smurf could resist no longer. He had waited for an opportunity like this for years and now that it had, he wouldn’t let it ho to waste. The smurf dropped to his knees and gazed at his friend’s erection. It was blue and turned to purple on the end, not too large and it gave off an exhilarating smell. There would be no preliminaries, as Smurf opened his mouth as large as he could and took it all in his mouth. And the moment he did, Smurf knew that it was exactly what he wanted.

to be continued…

Author is Bahamut Dragons

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