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House Rules: Naked - Part 2
I had gotten used to being naked, especially at my friend Jason's house, where his Dad insisted that he and I be nude as a rule, but also at home alone in my room or when it was just me and my Dad. I liked how free it felt. I liked relaxing with my Dad.
I kind of liked showing off. I had a good body. I was fully aware that my butt was my best feature back then.
One day, Jason calls and tells me that his pool is finally ready. They had been getting it built for a long time, and we were both just waiting. He had this big, secluded back yard, and a big house, so a pool was perfect. I was jealous, but I was over there all the time anyway.
"Should I bring a bathing suit?" I ask. He tells me that the naked rule goes for the pool, too. It's in the back and hidden.
I asked my Dad if he'd drive me over, and we get in his car. When we arrive, Jason's Dad is out front, getting the mail.
"Hey guys! Here to see the pool, huh?" he asks. I say yes, and I hop out and thank my Dad for driving me over. He's about to drive off, when Jason's Dad tells my Dad that he's welcome to stay for a bit or to take a dip.
"Oh, well, I was just dropping Mikey off," Dad says, "and I didn't bring a suit." I'm thinking that maybe he'll just tell him to skinnydip.
That'd be fun. I'd been naked in front of my Dad, but I'd never seen him fully bare. And I only saw Jason's Dad for a split second from down the hall, coming back from the shower. I didn't really SEE anything.
Jason's Dad says, "I can loan you one for the day, no charge." I'm kind of disappointed, but I'm glad that we'll all hang out at the pool for a while.
We all walk through the front door, and we know the drill from previous visits. There's an area right by the door for guests to take off their shoes before setting foot on the carpet. We take our shoes off, and I continue to pull my shirt up over my head and my sweatpants down. Now, I'm completely naked. Neither Dad really stares; we just continue to the back and out to the deck.
It's really nice, all wood with a rail around. There's some big wooden Adirondack chairs and a table and benches, also wood.
"You better be careful not to get any splinters, son," Dad jokes. We walk down a couple steps to where the deck meets the pool. Jason's lying, naked of course, on a floating raft in the middle of the water.
I run down, dick flipping and flopping. "Can I jump in?" I ask. I get a nod from Jason's Dad and cannonball in, splashing the deck and Jason.
We're immediately rough-housing, laughing, splashing each other, while our Dads are talking about construction and landscaping, or whatever they're talking about.
"Okay, gentlemen, we'll go get changed and come join you," Jason's Dad says. They go inside.
Jason asks if my Dad is going to stay for the day, too. I tell him I don't know, but maybe. It's great that we can spend so much time together when he's not on the road.
After a few minutes, they come back down. They're both shirtless, and they both have good bodies. I've seen them without a shirt on before, but not at the same time. Jason's Dad is wearing a normal blue bathing suit, and my Dad is in the same kind but in yellow and kind of faded-looking and maybe a little too big on him.
I'm wondering, "Did they get changed together? Did my Dad go into a bathroom or something to get changed alone? If they did get changed together, did they see each other's dicks, did they look? They probably changed together in that big bedroom."
As I'm thinking, they both start running toward the pool, smiling, kind of elbowing each other, and they both jump into the water with a huge splash.
Then we're all just kind of hanging out in the water, talking a little. Every once in a while, somebody would duck under and swim up under somebody or splash somebody or get out and walk around and jump in.
Oh, and me and Jason are naked for this. The water feels so good on your naked body. It's surprising how different it is from swimming with something on. Their pool has this big hedge around it, and then the big yard, and then there's like no other houses. His house is in this development that was pretty new, and his house was down a long drive from the others and kind of back in the woods.
Anyway, we swam around for a while, and then Jason's Dad got us all some drinks and snacks.
We're sitting around the table, and my Dad's in one of the plastic chairs, and he's kind of leaning back on it, and the leg snaps. He catches himself before he falls, but he spills his drink, and he's apologizing and looking at the broken leg.
Jason's Dad is saying that it's no big deal, and that it's just some cheap chair, but Jason starts joking that my Dad's going to get a spanking. Then I join in, and we're pestering them.
Jason says, "Dad, if I did it, I'd get a spanking, right?"I say, "Yeah, and me too, right? You said to obey the rules of the house and be on our best behavior. That means you're gonna get it!"
Jason says, "Yeah, definitely. And if I was at Mike's house and broke something, then you said I should take whatever punishment." Of course, we've barely ever hung out at my house instead of Jason's.
They try to change the subject, while my Dad moved to a different chair, but we keep bringing it up and asking why he's not getting punished. We're really just joking, and I expected Jason's Dad to just tell us to stop, but instead they were smiling and laughing too and looking at each other.
"I don't think they're going to drop it," Jason's Dad says. They're kind of rolling their eyes at us.
Dad says, "I guess we'll have to shut them up." He gets up and goes over to Jason's Dad, who pulls out the bench he's sitting on.
They're laughing like it's a dare or something, and my Dad stretches himself across Jason's Dad. He can barely balance there. Jason's Dad grabs my Dad's wrist to steady him, and places his other hand on his butt.
We can't believe they're really doing it. We're kind of cheering. Jason's leaning back like it's so funny, and I'm leaning forward to see over the table. His Dad pats once, really lightly, barely anything.
We yell, "No! That's no fair! That's nothing. Do a real one!"
So Jason's Dad is smirking, and he swats twice, real spanks. Dad jerks at them, and then he exaggerates how much they hurt, pretending and howling and making faces.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Three more, and my Dad is jokingly squirming.
Jason's Dad starts wagging his finger and says, "Now now, young man! Hold still and take your punishment!" Then he grabs my Dad's waistband and yanks his suit down in the back. I look at his bouncing butt. It's like mine, pretty round. He's laughing and squirming.
SLAP! SLAP! His hand is up in the air like a cartoon, and he's waving it around before each spank. SLAP! SLAP!
We're all laughing. My Dad is wincing for real now, and he gets stood up on his feet. His ass is still out, with the waistband tucked under his butt cheeks, which he's grabbing and rubbing.
"Now hop in the pool and cool off!" Jason's Dad says, pointing.
My Dad walks to the water, still ass-out, on his toes and pretending he's on fire. Then he jumps down under the water and lets out a big sigh of relief.
We're all laughing. I look down and see that I've got a semi. I look at Jason's Dad, and he's looking at it too, but then he looks over at the pool. I tell myself it's not a big deal. There have been a few times when me or Jason or both of us were walking around the house a little hard, like if something hot was on TV or just sometimes for no reason.
Then we all get in the pool and splash around more and just hang out in the pool or by it for like a half-hour.
So then I'm lying on my stomach on a big beach towel next to the pool, and Jason is back on his raft and either sleeping or just has his eyes closed, and my Dad's sitting in one of those low, wooden chairs by us.
We're just lying there. We had had like four or five conversations about how nice a day it was, perfect sky, just a few clouds, and warm enough to get in the pool but not too hot.
Jason's Dad squeezes the back of my leg, like when somebody pats your knee if you're sitting next to him. It was just this little friendly gesture.
But then he pats it again a couple times, like above me knee, on the back of my leg. And I'm just lying there. It feels good. He's kind of petting me. The hair there was light and golden. I looked back at my own butt and his hand on my leg.
He kind of squeezed it and then patted it and then just left his hand there on me and stroked his fingers. He looked over at my Dad, sitting maybe four feet away and watching. I looked over, too, and Dad kind of nodded and held up his drink, and then took a sip.
It felt like he was giving his permission, which just felt ...interesting. I liked the feeling, and I was just lying there, liking it.
Then Jason's Dad moved his hand to my butt, which he had never touched before, just to be clear. He just kind of gave it a couple really light pats. I remember thinking that his hand had spanked my Dad earlier. I was really just lying there.
Then he took his hand away, and just kind of leaned back on it again.
My Dad is watching all of this, and he says, "um, Mike, do you want to head home or stay for a little longer?"
I'm lying there, naked, on my stomach, on a warm towel by a pool, and I'm next to Jason's Dad, and his arms are like flexed because he's leaning back against them, and I'm really comfortable, and I liked what Jason's Dad was doing.
"Could we stay for a while?" I ask. My Dad nods and takes another sip.
"Whatever you want to do, you just let me know if you want to go," he says.
So then I put my head back down, to the side, looking towards them. The sun was warm, and my arm smelled clean.
And then Jason's Dad patted my leg again. And squeezed it. And then he left his hand there for like a minute, and I just stayed there and let him do it. And then he trailed one finger along the back of my knee, where it goes in, and down to my calf, and then back up. And then he gave the back of my thigh another squeeze.
And then his hand lifted up again, and he put it back down on my butt with a few little pats. My Dad was watching. The hand rubbed softly against my flesh. I remember thinking what it'd feel like to get a smack or two there. His hand was big and warm.
He kind of massaged my cheeks, really gently, flat palm, and then he trailed a finger around the right side and under and then lifted it up as he went down my leg. And then he trailed it around the other cheek, barely touching and tracing under the cheek. Then he kept that there and trailed it up across the cheek to my back.
Then he trailed it down the center, down the line, and kept in contact, and down to my leg, and back down to the knee.
I was really enjoying the feeling of being explored and how his touch felt, and I darted my eyes over at my Dad, who was watching but not really staring, occasionally looking around or taking another drink, putting his drink back down.
I watched as he adjusted his borrowed yellow bathing suit, tugging a little to adjust the crotch like a baseball pitcher. His knees blocked my view of what he was rearranging.
Jason's Dad's hand was now flat on my butt, barely kind of squeezing the mounds of flesh underneath. Again he trailed one finger down, tracing the lines under each cheek. Then his finger went down lower, between my legs. And I felt it just barely graze against the back of my balls. That was somehow just something altogether different and more.
He rested his hand back on my leg, rubbed it back and forth a couple times, and then he pulled it away.
"Well, I'm going to get back in the water," he said. And he scooted forward a little, also tugged on the crotch of his suit, and let his legs and then the rest of him just slip in.
I stayed there, flat, while my Dad got up and dried his hair with a towel. Jason got out and got us both a drink. We were all pretty dry from the sun. Nothing was said about the touching.
A few weeks later, I head over to Jason's from school. I didn't see him in one class and heard that he had left early for some reason, but that morning he said we'd play video games tonight.
So I ring the bell, and his Dad opens the door, and I say hi.
"Hey Mike, uh, Jason's not here. He had a doctor appointment to go to," he said. And I'm like confused and say okay and just stand there for a second. "You can come in and wait, if you want. It should only be an hour or so."
So I say okay, if that's alright, and he says sure. I go in, and I take off my shoes and socks. And then I take off everything else and hang up my uniform neatly. It's just like any other time, which was most of the time. And he's already walking into the kitchen.
He's wearing dress pants and a button-up shirt, still tucked in but without a tie. I'm nude.
I follow him in. He's peeling and chopping vegetables for dinner. We make small talk while I sit at the table and watch. He says I can go watch TV if I want, and I say no thanks. I'm just sitting there, doing nothing, and I yawn.
"Tired?" he asks."Oh, yeah, a little," I respond.
"You know, you could go take a nap for a while, if you want," he says. I'm yawning again, now that I'm thinking about how I was yawning. "Oh, uh...." I answer.
"If you want to, just go ahead up and use Jason's bed. I'll wake you up in 20 minutes. Are you a light sleeper?" he asks. "Oh, uh, no," I answer. "My Dad says I sleep like a log and it's hard to wake me up."
He nods and goes back to what he was doing, so I get up and go upstairs. I take a piss and wash my hands and look at Jason's stuff for a while, but then I get into his bed and just lie there.
It feels nice and cool, his sheets and his soft bed. It's bouncy, but not too bouncy. There's a sunbeam coming through and warming my skin, but his pillowcase is cool. I just lie there for a while, and then I closed my eyes, but I was still awake. I don't think I fell asleep, but maybe I did for a little.
Then I heard Jason's Dad coming up the stairs. The door opened, and he said my name. I didn't respond. I just stayed there on my belly and with my eyes closed.
He walked up to the side of the bed and whispered my name again. I still didn't react.
"Mikey? It's time to wake up," he said, and I felt his hand come down and hold my shoulder, nudging me a little. I didn't move. Then I sensed him walking down to my feet and felt one finger on the sole, attempting to tickle me. I hid my face under the pillow to hide my grin. I tried not to flinch.
Then he came to the side of the bed and kneeled down next to it. I felt his hand on my back, and it washed around in a circle on my skin and up to my hair and back down again. Then a couple pats on my butt, and his hand rested there. I still did nothing, just enjoying the feeling and pretending to be asleep.
One finger trailed around my naked body, down one leg and up the other, under a cheek, up to my back. Then I felt his hand flat on my back, between my shoulders, and he rested his arm and elbow against my back. I felt the fabric of his sleeve and the skin on his hand. He kept it there for a few seconds.
Then he pulled it away and a few seconds passed. Then I heard him take a sigh and doing something. I couldn't see, but I heard him doing something. Then his hand rested again on my back, and then his arm laid down again, but now it was bare skin. He rested it there. And then I felt his body lean closer against my bare arm, and I could feel his chest hair and more skin.
He had taken off his shirt while kneeling over me. It felt amazing. The sensation of his touch and his skin and his manly chest hair, that all felt really exciting. But also being in this position where I was asleep and could only feel him and knowing that I was displayed before him and that he had taken off his shirt right next to me; it was all just really making me feel excited and aroused and interested in him and his body.
I could feel my dick stiffening below me. It was kind of stuck between my legs. I wondered what he'd do if he touched between my legs and it was there. As he stroked my back and patted my butt, I leaned a little to one side to let my dick position itself under me.
He moved his hand away until I got still again. The he reached out his hand again and rubbed my butt. I flexed it, just barely, again showing off.
After what seemed like a long time but also barely anything, he moved his hand away again. I lay there, wanting him to touch me more, thinking about him looking at me.
Then I heard him breathe in and hold it and slowly breathe out. And then I heard his belt buckle clank. I heard him undo it and slide it out. And then I heard the faint noise of a zipper. Then I heard him stand up, bend over so his breathing was over me, and then kneel back down and sigh.
Slowly, his hand returned to my body. One hand slid along my back, my butt, my legs, and down to my ankles, while his hairy chest grazed my shoulder and arm that was next to him.
One hand kneaded my butt, while another grazed along my back. It wasn't like a massage. It was just like being touched, all over.
I thought about rolling over. I thought about opening my eyes. I didn't know what to do. I started to think about if I would eventually wake up or what to say. I just did nothing and let him touch my body. I was kind of pressing against the bed, kind of hugging the pillow. His finger slid along my side, tickling my ribs and finding its way up to my armpits.
I let this go on for a few minutes, just enjoying every second.
Then I got brave. I decided to let my arm drop off the side of the bed. I remember wondering what it might hit.
I got my elbow over the side and then just let my arm slide down, hanging off the side between us. His hand stayed on my thigh, then it left.
Then I felt him gingerly take my arm and lift it back up onto the bed, but along the way he let the back of my hand graze against his bare leg. I felt the hair. He let it slide up his body, up his hip, to the side of his cock, which must've been out, up the smooth skin that would usually be covered by his underwear, up to his stomach, a bit of hair, and along his bare arm until it was back on the bed with his chest leaning against it again, the thick hair against my bare bicep.
I wanted to reach back down and start touching him all over the place. I wanted to feel his skin and hair and muscles and his hands squeezing all over my body.
He was back to rubbing my skin, massaging my butt, trailing his finger all around. I felt my dick leaking a wet spot between my leg and my friend's sheet.
His hand squeezed my butt as he breathed heavily. Then he patted it a few times. The he trailed his finger down the line in the small of my back lower to between my butt cheeks. I wanted to spread my legs and let him reach down to massage my balls. I wanted his lips and tongue all over me.
His hand rested on my thigh again, like at the pool.
Then I heard him get up and walk out of the room.
I could hear him walking heavily down the hall. I looked at the clock. I looked at my cock. I looked down at the pile of clothes by the bed. I got up, still bobbing at attention and pointing up at myself. I looked down the hall and saw that he had gone into the bathroom.
I stood next to the door, and I heard noises for a little while, and then I heard the shower run.
I went downstairs and waited for Jason, while watching TV.