House Rules: Naked

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House Rules: Naked - Part 3

"Too bad that Jason will be away at camp for two weeks," I said. Jason's Dad and I were by the pool, enjoying another sunny day. Jason was in the house, taking a whiz.

Jason's Dad says, "Why too bad? He'll have fun."

"Too bad for me, I guess. I won't get to come over for a while."

"You can still come visit whenever you want, Mikey. Just make sure you ask your dad, but tell him it's alright with me."

I wasn't fishing for an invitation, really. I didn't think he'd say I could still come swimming and hanging out with just him. Suddenly, I was looking forward to it.

That Saturday, I rode my bike over early. I had asked my Dad to make sure it was alright, and he said okay. I went through the woods, which left me out in the back, by the pool. I saw Jason's Dad sitting there, and went up next to him. He had his eyes shut, and I figured he fell asleep.

"Mr. Desol?" He didn't answer. I tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't wake up. I noticed how his bicep was big. He had his arms crossed, sitting on a chair by the pool and wearing khakis and a polo shirt. I tapped him again on his bicep and then let my hand stay there.

I squeezed it a little, and I let myself enjoy touching him. I liked when he touched me, but I also liked touching him.

"Mr. Desol?" I said again, a little louder and shaking him a little to wake him up.

He stirred and uncrossed his arms. "Oh, hey Mikey. I must've nodded off."

"You're sure it's okay that I came over this early?" I asked.

He replied, "Sure, sure it's fine. I was just mowing the lawn before it got too hot." We made small talk about the weather, and how he had to hire some landscapers to take care of the place, and about how he dropped Jason off at camp.

Then he told me to put my bike away in the garage and come inside to put my clothes away. He swatted me on the butt as I passed. I was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants and a jacket. He followed me through the garage and then into the house.

When we got in, I automatically took off my sneakers and set them neatly by the door, pulled off my shirt and folded it, and then pulled down my sweatpants and folded them. He was watching me, waiting to walk me into the kitchen. I was standing there in his house in just white briefs, aware of my bare smooth thighs and my bellybutton. He'd seen me completely naked ...a lot. This was a little different somehow.

I slid my underwear down and stepped out of them, setting them on my clothes, confidently appreciating the feeling of stripping off with him looking. He just started walking into the kitchen and I hurried after him.

I climbed up onto a stool and sat at their kitchen island as he poured some drinks. It might've been orange juice. I don't remember. I remember staring at a tuft of chest hair coming out of the neck of his shirt. It was brownish and curly, lightly peeking out. The hair on his arms stopped short of his bicep, as did the tan. He leaned against the ledge, and his muscles kind of flexed.

The wooden seat felt cool and flat and hard against my fleshy butt. We were alone.

"Do you want to get in the pool?" I asked. He said he didn't feel like getting in now, but that he'd keep me company. He said it looks like it might rain soon, so to get in now while I could.

I ran over to a closet to get a towel and then ran to the sliding glass door and opened it and then ran down the deck to the water. I expected him to tell me to walk, but he just let me get excited. I leapt into the air and splashed down into the water. The noise around me shifted to a muted muffle, as the water slapped against my bare legs and butt. My hair streaked down my face as I popped out of the water, and I brushed it aside to see him slowly stepping down and setting our drinks on a table.

"You sure you don't want to get in?!" I asked. He shook his head, and I splashed around. I got out a few times and stood on the side, telling him to watch me jump in, and liking him watch me. When I was there with Jason, I didn't show off for his dad. We just splashed around and jumped in and played. I felt a little silly telling him to watch me, but I liked the attention.

Standing on the deck, I looked over at him. He had a newspaper. I said "Watch this!" and wiggled my butt a little before jumping way out over the water and splashing down.

"Pretty impressive," he said. I did a few more jumps. I tried to jump in sideways. I swam around for a while, but then was just sort of standing in the water and chatting with him. When I lifted myself against the side of the pool, my butt poked up above the water behind me. I liked having it on display.

"You sure your Dad's okay with you coming over?" he asked. I nodded yes and told him that my dad said I could if I wanted to. "And you're sure you want to?" he asked. I nodded again.

He sat there while I kicked in the water. Then he said, "Do you like being naked here, Mikey?"

I looked up at him, resting my wet face against the pool's ridge, my elbows up. "Yeah. At first it was kind of weird, but now I like it."

He said, "Yeah, I know that feeling. I remember that." I asked him what he meant, and he told me this story. "When I was your age, I was finally allowed to come to the Y. I remember learning that it would be only men and that the pool was no-bathing-suits-allowed. It used to be like that."

"Everybody had to be naked?!" I asked. He nodded.

"I remember stripping off in the locker room around all the other guys and seeing them stay naked. I was curious to see what they looked like naked. Some of them I knew. I saw my teacher naked there!

"But I also liked getting naked and being naked and letting them see me naked. I was kind of a show-off. They probably thought I was just some goofy kid, but I liked it. And it started off weird but I liked it a lot in no time at all."

I listened to his story. I liked it. I pictured him being like me and thinking how we would've been friends. I used to think he was real tough and strict.

I asked, "So you all swam around naked all the time?"

"Yep, that's just how it was." "That sounds cool!"

"Yeah, it was a lot of fun, and it felt a little wild. Everybody else was used to it.""Did you like looking at them?"

"Yeah, I suppose it's natural to be curious about what people look like without their clothes. And I was curious to see what I'd look like when I got older."

I nodded. I wanted to tell him how I was curious too. I didn't know what to say, but he continued.

"I remember one time I asked a man about his chest hair, because it looked really long. He told me it only looked that way when it's wet. He said it was curly when it was dry but looked long and straight when it was wet. Then he showed me how if he brushed the water off that it would spring back and be curly and not as long.

"I reached out to touch it, and he let me explore it. We were both standing in the shallow end. Then he leaned over and showed me how the hair on his head was the same, normally curly but straight if it got wet. I touched it too and saw it curl. Then he sat on the side of the pool, with just his feet in the water.

"I sat up there next to him, and I remember watching as he ran his hands through his pubes. They looked the same, long and straight but starting to curl up as the water came off. I reached out and touched him there, too."

I just stood there in the water, listening. I felt like I was in the story. I asked him, "Was it weird to touch him there?"

"Well, a little, at first, but I liked it."

I wanted him to tell me more. I didn't know what to say. "That sounds like a really fun pool."

"Well, this pool's a hell of a lot nicer that that one was." I was a little shocked to hear him curse. I wanted to suggest that he get in for a naked swim with me now. I also wanted to ask if there were any pools like that anymore that I could go to.

He looked up at the sky and said it was going to rain soon, so I got out and dried off, and we went inside. I figured maybe he'd give me a ride home so I wouldn't have to ride my bike in the rain, but then he turned on the TV and said we'd see if there's anything good on.

I guess we were just going to hang out for a while.

There was nothing good on TV; all infomercials and bad movies. I asked him if he wanted to play video games, but he said he didn't really like them. He asked if I wanted to play a board game, but they only had really boring ones there.

"We could play basketball!" I suggested. "Nope, it's raining.""We could play basketball inside!""I don't think so." I knew he wouldn't want to do that.

"We could play pretend!" he said. I said that was just for little kids. "Not always. What do you want to do for a living when you get older?"

I thought for a second. I didn't really know. "Maybe a doctor?"

"Alright, then let's play doctor!" he said. I thought it was a really stupid idea, but then I thought a little more.

"Okay, well, I'll need a white coat."

"Go and get my robe off the back of my bedroom door," he instructed. I ran up the stairs. He yelled, "Walk!"

I grabbed the white robe and put it on. It was kind of big. I rolled up the sleeves a little, and I folded it over itself and tied the cord. My bare chest was still pretty exposed. I wanted to grab one of his ties, but decided not to.

When I came back down, he had cleared off this cabinet that was against the wall, taller than a coffee table, and pulled it into the middle of the room. He was sitting on it, with his legs hanging off the side.

"Good morning, doctor!" he said. "Good morning!" I replied, laughing a little. I didn't quite know what to do next, but I was having fun already. "Are you sick?"

He answered, "No, I'm just here for a check-up." I started thinking about what doctors do, remembering my last physical, which was a few years ago, and thinking about what I'd seen in movies and on TV. "Do you want to start by checking my pulse?" he asked, holding out his wrist.

"Uh, yes!" I answered, gripping his wrist with my palm and then looking at where a watch would be. I let about 10 seconds go by, before saying, "Okay, that's good."

Then I told him I was going to look in his ear, and I positioned myself right up close to his side. I looked in. Then I told him I was going to look in his mouth and to say "Aaah."

I got up close in front of him. He leaned down a little. I saw his teeth and his tongue and down into this pink ball in the back. I told him to lift his tongue, and I looked at the bottom and all the weird little veins. He started grinning a little and laughing. I told him he could stop, and I was laughing a little.

"Okay, now I need to listen to your heart," I said. "Should I take off my shirt?" he asked. "Yeah, take it off," I said. I watched as he pulled the yellow polo shirt up and inside out, messing up his hair a little, and tossing it off to the couch.

His chest was bare and hairy and muscular. I just looked for a little, and then I leaned over and pressed my ear against his chest. It felt like a hug. I could hear his hear beating pretty heavy. My ear was right up against his skin, and his chest hair was in my face.

I listen for a little and then pull my head back and look at him. He stares back at me, and finally says, "Do you have to check my muscles?"

"Yes. I'm going to check all your muscles now." I reach out and touch his chest, feeling the hair and tracing down his ribs. I feel his pecs, pretty solid and firm. I feel the skin on his stomach. I'm gentle and slow.

Then he flexes his biceps and smiles at me. I slowly touch but then just start gripping and squeezing. He's got some veins popping out, and his arms are hard.

"Pretty impressive," I say. I was a little surprised at how strong he was. I'm also looking at how his pants are tight against his legs. "I have to check your leg muscles too."

He said, "Okay, you're the doctor. Should I take these off?" I just nod and watch as he stands up and unbuttons his khakis and pulls the zipper down and then slides them down his legs. His thighs are pale and don't have as much hair on them. He's wearing white briefs, and I can see the Hanes logo on the waistband. They're holding his junk like a hammock.

I tell him to put them over on the couch, and he smiles back. Then he walks over and lays them next to his shirt, neatly. His butt is pretty muscular, too. His briefs are kind of clinging against him, highlighting the crack and each mound of flesh. The leg holes are a little pulled up, so I can see a bit of what I'd call his butt. It's even lighter there, like when you see guys at the beach, and their bathing suits sag down, showing their tan line.

He sits back down in front of me, and his legs dangle a little. I reach out and touch one leg. He flexes for me. I see how the lines come out and how his calf muscle tightens and rises. I knead down his hairy leg and then up the other. I get up higher on his thigh but then stop myself.

I tap his knee, and nothing happens. He looks at me, smiles, and then he kicks his leg but the other one. I laugh. "I guess I need that little hammer for that." I notice that his robe is kind of loose on me and opening itself.

I tighten the belt and adjust the lapels to close off more of my naked chest. While I'm doing that, I notice that the robe is tented out in the front, draped over me and flapping the fabric like a flag. It's more noticeable after I fixed the robe.

"What are you going to do next, doctor?" he asks. I think about it. "I have to give you a shot on your butt."

"Oh, you have to give me a shot?""Yep, stand up and turn around," I tell him. He does. He leans forward. He reaches back and takes hold of his underwear.

I think maybe he'll just pull 'em down a bit, but he slides them all the way down to tuck the waistband beneath his butt cheeks. His butt is pale and not very hairy but muscular. He's like clenching it, so it's plumped out and curved in on each side. He's seen me completely naked a ton of times, but this is the first I've seen so much of him. He looks like he's ready for a spank.

I reach out and give his left butt cheek a pinch. He yowls. I rub where I pinched him. He turns around and pulls his shorts up, sits down, and pretends that his butt is sore now.

We look at each other for about 20 seconds. I ask, "What should come next?"He replies, "Usually it's time for 'turn your head and cough.'"

I think for a little, and then decide. "That's right. You have to stand up and take off everything so I can check you."

He smiled. Then he looked down for a second. Then he stood up and slid his underwear off and tossed it to the side. I saw everything, and it all bounced as he did it. He looked straight ahead and tried to have a stern face.

I looked at his dick and his balls. He just let me. I was always naked in front of him, but now he was the one that was completely naked. He was just a lot of skin and hair and muscles.

I didn't know what I was supposed to do, exactly. I reached out and put his balls in my hand and lifted up, then wrapped my hand around his dick. It felt like mine but all bigger and warmer. They kind of rolled around in my hand. I saw him trying not to laugh and making a face.

"Turn your head and cough," I said. He did. When he coughed, everything pulled out of my hand. Then he laughed and coughed together, and I pulled my hand away and watched him laugh a little and clear his throat. His balls flinched and clenched, twitching up towards his body, and his cock flopped to the left and right.

He stood up straight again. "Did I do it right?" I asked.

"Yes, that was just like how my doctor does it." he answered. "But now you have to check everything to make sure it's all good."

He looked straight ahead, so I looked down and stared at his manhood. I reached out and took hold of his cock. I felt the skin. I turned it over in my hand like I was buying a candy bar. I looked at his balls and rolled them around in my hands. His nutsack was hairier than mine. Everything about him was just bigger and manlier.

I could tell he was looking down at me, so I looked up at him. "Your doctor does this to you?" I asked. He nodded yes, slowly. "Do you like having him see you naked?"

"Yeah, I kind of like it," he answered. Then he said, "Mikey, do you have a boner under there?" I nodded yes, slowly. "Would you like to show me?" I nodded yes, slowly. "Okay, then why don't you take that off and show me?"

I stood up straight, almost looking him in the eye. I looked down at the tented fabric and the outline of my pole beneath. I unfastened the belt and opened the sides of the robe. My dick poked out between us, standing straight out from my smooth body. It twitched up, once.

Then I let the robe slide off my back and drop to the floor behind me. "Pretty impressive," he said.

I was loving his attention. I felt so proud of my dick. I wanted to ...I don't know what I wanted to do. I just liked showing off, showing him, showing myself to him. I put my hands on my hips and posed for him. I stood to the side a little, so he could see it from the side.

"Do you ever play with it when it gets hard like that?" he asked.

I nodded yes, slowly. I started to wonder if maybe I was in trouble for getting a boner or for saying that I play with it. Maybe he'd spank me and tell me to control myself. He was looking at me. "Yeah, in the shower," I replied.

"Do you want to show me now how you play with it in the shower?" he asked. I thought about it. "Can I?" I answered.

He said, "if you want to, but you don't have to."I said, "I want to. Will you watch?" He nodded, and we both walked up the stairs to the bathroom.

We got to the bathroom, and he watched as I pulled back the shower curtain with a screech and turned on the water. Still hard, I stepped into the tub and let the water run over my naked body. My smooth skin got shiny. I dipped my head under the water and let the water spray the front of my body, bouncing off my hard cock as I waved it through the stream.

I left the curtain open and smiled at him as he stood in the doorway and watched. I grabbed my dick with both fists, hunched over, and started furiously and fastly beating off, as a joke. He smiled and laughed. Then I stopped and just started stroking like regular, slow on my wet cock.

It felt really good, not just sliding my wet hands along the length of my hard dick, but having him watch me do it. He had his arms crossed and one ankle up, leaning against the side of the door.

I watched as he put one hand on his own dick and started pulling it and squeezing it. His dick was getting bigger.

"Do you jack off in the shower too?" I asked. He nodded and said, "Yeah, in the shower sometimes. Sometimes in bed. Other places."

"Have you ever done it and had somebody watch?" I asked."Yeah, I have." He pulled his hand back, and I could see his full dick, fully hard and long.

"Do you want to jerk off in the shower now with me, and we can watch each other do it?"He answered, "Are you sure you want me to?" I nodded.

He walked over to me slowly, dick hanging. He stepped over the tub and into the shower in front of me. This was one of those overhead showers, so it was pouring water straight down on both of us. They feel really good. It felt like we were naked in the rain outside and jacking. He pulled the shower curtain closed.

We were both pulling and squeezing. I watched him run his fingers and the water all over his chest and down to his legs. I wanted to watch his butt too.

I'm usually quick when I jerk off in the shower, but I was trying to go slow and let him see. I watched him roll his balls around with one hand, just like I was doing before. His dick was thick. The head was spongy and bigger and round, like a helmet. He tugged it up towards his body, but also ran his fist down and twisting it.

I could feel myself getting all tight and my balls raising up and tingling. We were both humping into our hands, clenching our leg muscles tight and kind of on the balls of our feet.

Suddenly, I wondered if he ever did this with Jason. I thought about how weird it'd be to jerk off in front of my dad, or to see him jerking off, or to be doing it at the same time. I wondered if guys jerked off together ever, like if they were good friends and weren't too shy.

I was almost ready. He was watching, and I think he was waiting for me to shoot. He was staring. I liked it.

I tensed up and shot out one big glob, and it went over and landed on his hand. I felt embarrassed. I aimed the next shots down to the floor. I watched as he rubbed my jizz onto his dick.

Suddenly, he was moaning and started biting his lip. I kept tugging, enjoying the rush even after I came, feeling how sensitive my dick had become, and pulling out more cum. I felt my dick straighten a bit.

"Watch," he said. I did. He aimed it up at himself. That made me think of what if he had shot onto me. Three ropes of white jizz shot up and fell down onto him, streaking down with the water. I watched him reach up and rub it all over his chest and around his nipples.

He grunted and moaned a little, kind of gasping with an open breath. I watched the water roll down his face and drop off his nose and mouth. He had his eyes shut.

My dick was still in my hand. He opened his eyes and looked at me. He smiled. I laughed back. He moaned a little, kind of sighing loudly. Both our dicks were still long and floppy. He rinsed his chest, and I rinsed my hand off.

He reached out and put one hand on my shoulder. "You okay? You good?" he asked. I nodded. I looked away a little.

He opened the curtain and stepped out, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my shoulders, rubbing it against me. I liked it. My dad always did that at the beach. He was drying off his hair, and then we both wrapped the towels around our waists, went downstairs, shared some lemonade, and then we ordered a pizza. He answered the door in just the towel.