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I really couldn't believe what ended up happening when I had the house to myself for a few days. Have you ever had a day off from work that ends up weird? Like you're cleaning out your closet and get hungry so you order pizza, but while you're waiting you try on your tuxedo to see if it still fits okay, so then you're wearing it when you answer the door. Well, it was kind of like that. One thing kind of led to another. I've never done anything like that before.
When I was younger, I heard other guys talk about watching some porno movie together, and I wondered if they jerked off together while they watched it. I didn't ask. And guys were always daring each other to do something. I heard that one guy asked his friend to drive him somewhere and, when he got in the car, the friend was totally naked as a joke. I only ever heard about it afterwards.
So it was cool when my neighbor and I ended up naked. It was crazy. I felt really different, and I liked it. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened.
I didn't see him the next day or the day after that. I saw that he was in his garage but I was headed out to go drop someone off and pick someone up and then get milk and paper towels. When I got back, he was out, and I didn't know if I could just knock on the door. It was maybe a week later that he and I just kind of waved to each other. I was at the mailbox when he drove out. But we never used to wave hello before.
So I'm hiding by the door to my garage, peeking ot the window, waiting for my neighbor to go to the mailbox so we can accidentally meet. I see him walk out after the mail truck drives off, and I give him a few seconds before I walk out casually and notice him.
"Oh, hey there!""Hey, how's it going? Gettin' the mail?"
We flip through envelopes and coupon postcards while awkwardly chatting and never bringing up what happened. When we get back up the driveway and are about to head back into our respective houses, I stop and turn and casually remember, "oh... hey... I was thinking about going fishing this weekend. There's this little cabin. Maybe you'd like to take her out for a drive up there...."
I meant his car. I was pointing at it. He was always in the garage or driveway with this classic car he was rebuilding. I heard him start it up and watched him leave in it. I wanted to take a ride in it, maybe even drive it maybe.
He said, "can't.... alternator's shot... but I'll go fishing. You'd have to drive though."
I told him where the cabin was and how far it was and how we could go just for the day, or we could spend the night. You know, to wake up early for fishing.
The cabin was up a dirt road in the woods with a little lake, more like a pond, but with a nice little pier for fishing and swimming. It used to be my uncle's, well... his dad's, but now the while family all took turns and shared it. I checked the calendar and called around to make sure nobody was using it this weekend.
As we were talking, his son walked up, and I heard "Hey! Wanna go fishing?!"
I was surprised at how my invitation got expanded. His son said, "I don't know if I can get off."
They talked about his work schedule and vacation days and plans for the rest of the summer, and suddenly I was driving the three of us up there for the weekend on Saturday instead of Friday and telling them what to bring and how it gets cold at night.
As his son went in, thanking me, my neighbor said, "You didn't mind, did you?"
I said, "No! No. But, I was kind of thinking that uh we might have some time to uh spend some time together, hang out more you and me?"
"Oh, we'll find time. It'll be real fun."
I didn't know what he meant. I didn't mind too much. I didn't know what the hell I was doing really. I wanted some time to have fun, and I never have time alone at home. Hell, if he didn't want to go then I might've just gone myself anyway.
It was a pretty long drive. I left the SUV (it's a damn minivan really) and took the crossover (hatchback station wagon) for the weekend, loaded up the trunk with gear and beer and sleeping bags and food. On the way up, my neighbor started us talking, "you two college boys can talk about that." He didn't go to college. His son talked about how crazy it gets in the dorms, and I told a few stories through the rear view mirror.
We woke up early to get up there and maybe get used to an earlier schedule; the fish get up early. It was cold so early, so we were all in sweatshirts and jeans, but it started to warm up pretty quickly with the sun coming through the windshield onto us.
I watched my neighbor struggle to get his sweatshirt off over his head and through the seat belt. I tried to keep my eyes on the road, but I kept looking over to see a flash of skin and dark hair down into his waist. He was trying to tug his T-shirt down to stay on underneath while pulling his sweatshirt off, but you know how hard that is.
"Fuck it!" he finally said, and he was shirtless next to me. I was surprised by him cursing in front of his son, but then I realized that his son had headphones in his ears anyway. He didn't seem surprised by his dad just sitting shirtless up there. It made me think about what it would look like from the back seat, like his dad might look naked driving around. We were passing through a little town near the cabin with people on the sidewalk.
I looked over at the passenger seat at a hand rolling through sweaty chest hair. "You gonna stay like that all weekend?"
He didn't hesitate, "I just might. Too hot to bother with clothes, right? ...and it's just us guys up there with nobody else lookin' ...right?" We both grinned, and I figured he was just teasing me. I wondered if his son could hear us back there. I didn't want to say anything too much in case he did.
"You sweatin' like a pig in that?"I answered, "nah, I'm alright," but my armpits and chest were wet and hot. He could tell. He kind of insisted that he'd help.
My sweatshirt zipped open easy but then getting it off my wrists and shoulders was tricky while I was steering. He reached over and helped pull it off my arms and out from behind me. I realized that this was actually the first time he touched me. We jerked off together but from fifteen feet away, and we didn't even shake hands when we were planning this trip. I started to realize how good it felt to have him touch me. It felt different.
He gave my bicep a little squeeze as he set my sweatshirt down between us and when I looked over he gave me a little "not bad" look. His hand was strong. I flexed my arm, and he reached over again to feel the firm muscle. It felt like showing off for him again, and I liked it, but I was getting hotter and sweatier as the sun angled more into the car. I looked in the rear-view mirror, and saw his son peeling off his sweatshirt.
"Are we almost there?" I told him yes. "Can we get right in the water when we get there?" I told him yes, and he said he was going to change into his bathing suit. I watched in the mirror as his shirt came off and he leaned backwards and then to one side and the other. Then I saw him turn around and reach back to get his bag from the back. He climbed up, and I saw his bare ass in the mirror, and I didn't notice a pothole that made the car bump up.
His father looked back and laughed when he figured out what was distracting me. "Watch the road!" We were laughing while I watched more squirming in the back. I couldn't see anything else but I watched my neighbor turned back as they talked. I guess he could see it all, and I figured that was normal for them.
I'm looking back at the son's skinny smooth body and arms but the hairy muscle on his forearms and hands. You ever see a young guy like that, turning more manly?
"That's not a bathing suit," he said, and when we arrived and his son hopped out in these white basketball shorts, I could tell that he hadn't bothered to wear anything underneath when he was changing. He ran off the pier and flipped into the water.
I started to grab bags and boxes, but my neighbor told me to leave it all for the kid to carry in. He didn't bother to put his shirt back on, and we opened the door to the cabin together thi get a quick look. We stood next to each other and looked in. It wasn't too impressive, really just a roof and walls, and I wasn't sure what they were expecting.
"It's fine. Thanks again for having us up here with you," he said. "I know he's having a blast already."
I said, "yeah... I was kind of surprised that he just stripped off in the car. You, uh, that's nothing weird for you to see him like that?"
He said, "well... I never felt too comfortable about that stuff with my dad, so I wanted us to be pretty relaxed." I wanted to know more but he was heading back out. I followed him onto the sunny pier. His son was swimming around and splashing.
He yelled up, "You comin' in?!" I looked over at his dad who was kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning his jeans. With them flapped open and sagged down to the base of his dick and no underwear, he paused and looked at me for permission.
"Okay with you? Nobody around?" he asked. I looked over at his son and shrugged my shoulders. I said it was fine with me if it was fine with him, and there it was, the full everything: his swinging dick and muscular thighs and butt as he jogged across the boards and belly-flopped in.
I strolled over to the edge and watched them splashing and laughing, diving under, tails-up. The son climbed out, and the white mesh fabric stuck to his wet body and hung low on his frame. I could see his dick clearly. He didn't seem embarrassed or awkward about it, and when he turned to jump back in I saw the shorts clinging and slid down to show some of his crack.
"You getting in? Hop in!" yells his dad, and I am sweaty and exhausted. I don't want to take the time to go change in private. I just peel my shirt off and slide my jeans off my legs and stand there in just white briefs. I look at each of them and around at the empty woods, deciding if I should go naked. I'd never go skinnydipping, and his son is here.
I decide to just hop in, in my underwear, and the cold water feels great. When I pop back up and clear my eyes, they're both splashing me and reaching over to dunk me. Four hands grab around my head and shoulders. The dad is face to face with me and a hand flat against my chest. My hand finds its way to his wet, hairy, muscular chest. We push against each other, and I feel the son's hands as my back swims into him.
He climbs back out and so does his dad. They're on the pier together and start trying to push each other in, almost wrestling. I'm just thinking how it must be so nice to be so relaxed like that. My dad and I were kind of awkward and uptight about nudity, the birds and the bees, even taking a piss next to each other up here with nobody else around for miles. 6 feet of skin splashes down next to me and I'm back to my adult self. And in comes the son.
As we tread water next to each other, bobbing up and down, his dad is climbing out, water dribbling off his hair and elbows and dick. He jogs to the trunk to grab a six-pack of beers, and he's already ripped one off and cracked it open on the way back.
"It's not weird for you to see him like that?"He answers, "no I think it's cool that we can be so comfortable with each other; it's like we're both just guys now that I'm older... Hey dad! Can I have one?"
He lets him have just one beer, handing it to him as he climbs up out of the water. They sit on the edge of the pier next to each other, with their legs hanging. Their bodies are shaped different, and the dad is way hairier, but soaking wet and side-by-side they look so similar. All you see is the face and the body. I look up from the water and say how identical they are.
The dad looks down at his own lap and then over at his son's and says, "Ha! I wish!" We all get what he means but it goes unsaid. I'm climbing out, and my underwear is even more transparent than the son's white shorts. Everything was pretty much as visible as if I were naked like my neighbor, but the tiniest idea of privacy felt I guess kind of safe and less wild.
As I sat there next to them drinking, my eyes walked all over their bodies and my own. It felt like I was showing off again, exposed. It felt different. And it started to give me a semi, so I excused myself to grab a towel. I walked over to the car by myself, pulled out my bag, and got out a towel and some shorts. I figured I'd save the only other underwear I packed for tomorrow and the drive home and not bother putting on another shirt. I dried myself off a bit and pulled off my wet briefs right there.
"Sorry, just gonna grab my bag too," the kid was right behind me, and I guess he could see everything if he looked. "Oh and thanks again for bringing us up here. It's really great." I said I was glad to have the company and thanks for coming, or something like that, and he smiled and walked back over to his dad who was looking at the water. I looked down at my body ...and my full-on hard-on.
I turned around and dried off and pulled on these shorts, loose enough that you couldn't tell, but what was the point at this point? Like the man said, it's just us guys. I just felt weird with them both there. I was getting so horny though. It felt like that day in the garage, like I just couldn't stop getting carried away with it. I got turned on, but getting caught and seen while turned on got me even more turned on.
I was pretty embarrassed but it seemed like I was the only one. They were both having fun. I tried to keep a hold of myself and just have fun too. We ate some food that we picked up, not trying to rely on our skills to catch dinner, but we got in a good amount of fishing all afternoon, letting the sun go down on us.
As it started to get dark, we finally unpacked the car, and I noticed that whoever used the cabin last had unbunked the bunk beds, so the small area inside was just three of those metal cots, definitely not what you'd call enormous but they can fill a shack.
"Sorry, there's not much room in here, and it's kind of a pain to get them back up once they're down like this."
The dad said, "Well we're just gonna be sleeping, long day."
His son said, "What if we push them closer together?" and he went ahead and slid one into the other to demonstrate his idea. It did open up more space. I looked at his dad, who was looking at me. We just watched as the room transformed into one big bed.
A nice long shower would've been nice, but the cabin didn't have one. We took turns scrubbing our faces in the sink, colder than the lake, and brushing our teeth. I had gotten so used to my neighbor spending the whole day stark naked that when he got in bed nude it surprised me how surprised I was.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his son facing away from me drop his shorts and stand with nothing on while he got out some soft gray sweatpants and pulled them on with nothing beneath. He turned to face me and I guess saw that I was staring. All he did, though, was plop onto the bed and ask if I was ready for bed.
I got out some sweatpants myself, but I'd never worn them without underwear. I didn't have a shirt on to take off, and I kind of wanted to just get naked in front of him, but I did what he did and turned away from him, dropped trou, and let my bare ass be pointing towards him. Guys do that when they're changing around each other; hide their dick and end up showing their ass.
When I pulled up my sweatpants, I realized that I had been facing his dad the whole time like it was nothing, and that he'd just been sitting there naked watching. I turned around to face the son who had been watching me. We were both barely hidden bulges.
I started talking about how tired I was to fill the awkward silence, but the whole situation had me wired. I was in the middle bed between them. When I got in, I heard my neighbor snoring. I turned to see his bare ass passed out with nothing covering him. "Wow, that was quick... should we cover him?
His son craned his neck to look over me, "Hah! No he don't care." As we got into our respective sleeping bags, I got a little disappointed. I thought maybe it'd be the other way around and the dad and I would tiptoe out to have some fun. Oh well.
I stared at the ceiling, occasionally glancing over at the moonlight sneaking in to stroke the man's back and legs and butt. He was only inches away from me on my left, but his son was the same distance away on my right. "I guess your dad's pretty ...easygoing," I whispered in the night, not looking over.
"Yeah... He'll tell a stranger on the street that he never wears underwear." I tell him that I wish I were as fearless as his dad. "Well, my dad said that we all have the same stuff, even if every guy's is different." I tell him that I wish my dad had talked as openly with me.
Then there's a loud snore and cough, and I turn my head to see his dad roll onto his back, and I laugh because he's got a boner. His son raises his head to look, and he laughs too. He says, "not too bad, dad" and laughs again.
"Well, he said you had him beat though.""Maybe... hard for me to judge."
"Yeah, uh... he looks pretty comfortable like that. Maybe he's got the right idea."He said, "You're gonna...?"
We stopped looking up in the dark at the ceiling and changed to looking at each other. We started opening up our sleeping bags. It was a hot night anyway, at least I was sure hot. At the same time, we slid our sweatpants down and off. I went back to staring at the ceiling, avoiding eye contact, but then we looked at each other and each other's bodies, and we let the other guy see. I showed myself.
"It's pretty good there," I told him. He smiled, "I like you looking."
"Should we keep our voices down, or do you think he's passed out?""I don't care if he sees. He's seen me like this before."
I noticed that he was lightly touching himself and getting stiffer and longer. I let myself do the same. I watched his big cock get bigger, and it felt great to have him let me stare.
I said, "well... maybe not exactly like that." I'm sure that their house had to be relatively relaxed about nudity, but here he was totally boned up with me.
"He's seen it. I've seen him." Him saying that got me really excited, but more importantly I felt so relaxed and comfortable with them that day that I just let myself be excited, no shame or guilt or confusion.
"I'd like to see that!" It kind of sounded like "yeah right" like I didn't believe him, but I was serious.
"Does he ever touch it, like this?" I reached out and held his cock. "Does he ever let you touch his, like this?" I moved closer and let his hand first touch my pubic hair and then my balls and then my shaft and the dripping tip.
"I want to watch you touch him," he said, close to my face. I rolled over to look at his sleeping dad and was surprised to feel the son's smooth thin body move even closer to my back and hug me from behind. He poked my butt and then rested his hand on it. The small hairs went electric.
I reached out and grazed the dad's thick chest hair. My hand sailed across the ocean and southward. His son's smooth arms and chest slid against my skin. I played with him like a toy and it woke. But his eyes were still closed. I was so carried away. What would he think if he saw what was happening?
Then I felt his hand nudge my hard cock and reach to grip it. His strong hand squeezed. I made a surprised noise that made his son get closer and tighter and almost climb over me to see. His hand was on my shoulder and slipped along my side and hip and then between my thighs. Their two hands slid against each other in my crotch. I loved it.
My fantasy vault unlocked to spill my brain and add another real-life believe-it-or-not memory. The son's other hand combed through my hair, and all the sensations were overwhelming. Then I noticed that the dad was on his side and facing me, less than an inch away. His hairy body crawled along my chest and legs, and our toes mingled.
He reached over my body to his son's body and pulled all three of us tight against each other. I looked back to see his hand grasp his son's round butt cheek and squeeze. I did the same to the dad. They both had beautiful asses.
We hugged, naked, for a while. It was so hot and not too much for me. Our bodies bent into each other. I felt flesh and bone and hairy bushes around stiff rods. I felt my hard dick lean left with gravity and pulse. The dad spoke up, "Roll over."
We separated slowly, and I followed his son in turning to face the wall. His thin frame pushed back against me as his dad's hand lifted my thigh. I felt a long hard dick under my balls and then squeezed between my thighs as my leg got lowered. Then his son reached down to guide my dick similarly between his smooth thighs.
I don't know what you'd call the set-up, but it was amazing. Each move or shift tugged our dicks and slid us together, and I realized that the son was jerking fast. Then I felt a strong arm over me and reached over him. We were closely wedged, and my chin went over the son's shoulder, and I looked down at his dad's rough thick fingers wrapped around and sliding up and down.
I could never imagine anything anywhere close to this with my dad, maybe thought about being naked around him back when I was first beginning to jerk off, but seeing them doing this with each other and with me... God Damn it was so hot.
"Turn over the other way," the son said as he slipped off me and flipped. I rolled over and felt his dad reaching backwards to slide me toward him and to feel his hairy thighs clamp down on my sweaty cock, my balls hanging against his firm butt cheeks. The son got his sword poking my balls from behind and I flexed tight onto him. He started grinding, humping like a dog on your leg. I rhythmed into it with him.
"Oh yeah son..." the dad moaned. "Oh yeah dad," I said. I only felt awkward for a split second. I knew what I wanted to see next. I said, "Get on your dad." He climbed over me, all naked corners, and kneeled over his father. I reached out and slapped his ass. Somehow his dad knew what I wanted and started spanking his boy while their balls bounced against each other and his son's fist stroked.
Seeing them next to each other and identical but different ages... jerking myself while I stared from right next to them... not feeling ashamed of my body... stroking their thighs and even letting a finger trail down between the son's legs and feeling the rear of his balls.... I just couldn't take any more and started shooting jizz up into the air and onto us.
They loved it. The son grabbed some and lubed up and lost it all over his dad's hairy body. His dad kept pounding faster and faster. I bet he could go all night. Covered in cum, his son and I licked the man's nipples through the chest hair, so manly and hot, until I felt hot cum on my chin, a feeling I've never felt before.
We crashed. I was asleep before my head landed on the pillow, totally spent.
In the morning, as the sunrise was trickling in, us all still naked and entangled, I wake up and the door to the cabin is open and look who's standing there in it... my dad.