House Rules: Naked

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House Rules: Naked - Part 5

Some time had gone by. I was a little older, but still kind of the goofy kid. Everything that had happened made me a little more comfortable with myself.

I was lying on my bed with my feet up, wearing just a pair of tighty-whities and blasting music. The house was empty, so my door was not only unlocked but wide open.

I had wisely avoided a big family gathering and a 6-hour drive to it, partly because I didn't want to go but partly because I knew that it would give me some time with just me and my dad. I figured maybe we'd try to go fishing or something, but then I felt his hand on my chest.

I opened my eyes and saw him grinning."I thought you wouldn't be home until Monday!" I said. "I changed my schedule to get off."

It had been a while since he had seen me dressed like that, or undressed like that, but it was absolutely not a big deal anymore. Honestly, I was a little surprised that he was still fully dressed. I had gotten out of the habit of showing as much skin, but he never had a shirt on in the summer unless he was forced to.

Dad headed for the shower, and I threw on a T-shirt and some shorts to check the mail. When dad came downstairs, he was dressed to go back out again.

"You want to go eat and then go to the fireworks?" he asked.

I was hungry, but I wasn't so excited about the holiday or going to see fireworks. My friends weren't going. It just seemed lame, and then I realized that it was probably more lame to hang out with your dad.

"You can skip it if you want," he said."No, I'll go. That sounds good. And maybe we can go fishing tomorrow or something?"

"Sure, that sounds good," he said.

So we walked through the woods to the park where they have fireworks, and the restaurant by it was packed. There was plenty of time before the fireworks, though, so we waited and eventually ate and caught up and talked. Dad had a beer with his burger, and I asked if I could have a sip, and he said no. I asked if I could have a sip when we were fishing and he said maybe.

So then we're walking around in the park. Everybody was starting to set up blankets on the grass and getting cotton candy, stuff like that. And we bump into Jason's dad.

"Oh, hey there," he said, and we all shook hands and said hi. We were in the middle of everybody walking, though, so we stepped off to the side to catch up. He noted that I was taller, and I said thank you. I wasn't sure what to say other than "yeah."

He asked, "Do you and Jason still hang out?""No, not much, sometimes. Is he here?"

"No, he's with some friends at the beach for the week," he said. My dad asked, "Did you walk here too?"

"Yep, 2-minute walk, not bad," he answered. Their house was right by the park. "I could've just watched from my porch. It'll be pretty dark when you walk home, won't it?"

My dad and I didn't really think about that beforehand, but I've walked home in the dark a lot of times. I said, "It'll be okay, and it's better than sitting in a line of cars waiting to get out of the parking lot."

Then I felt a drop of water go down the back of my collar. I thought my dad was goofing around.

Then I heard a rumble. I thought it was over the loudspeaker or maybe a motorcycle. It was thunder. Everybody started mumbling.

The weather report said rain overnight but it seemed like it was starting early. And then it really started. It was a sun-shower at first, still kind of bright out as the sun was setting, but the clouds were getting darker.

I heard a few people say, "Well, I guess the fireworks are cancelled." People started running to their careers, holding blankets over their heads.

My dad and I looked at each other, thinking about the walk back to our house. We started to say goodbye to Jason's dad, but then he said to come to his house, so we started following him.

Even though everybody was moving, there was still a jam of people. We got separated, running around slower people who were all going in the other direction, towards the parking lot. We reconnected at the path that went to our house, but we went the other direction, following Jason's dad.

We ran, splashing puddles up onto ourselves, hunched over, stepping awkwardly. We ran to the garage door and huddled under the overhang while Jason's dad pulled the door up, so we could duck under.

That garage smell filled my nose, as water dripped and pooled around each of us, seeping into the concrete. My socks were wet from stepping deep into a puddle or two, and they felt spongy.

As we caught our breath, Jason's dad said, "Let's put everything into the dryer, and I'll get us some towels."

The washer and dryer were in the garage, along with a mini-fridge and a workbench. Jason's dad and my dad both pulled their shirts off first, and I looked at their fluffed chest hair with beads of water.

I pulled mine off and held it, dripping. Jason's dad opened the dryer door, and we flopped the soaked clothes in. I kicked off my sneakers and pulled off my socks. He motioned to put them in, too.

My dad unbuttoned his shorts, pulled down the zipper and slid his shorts and underwear down his legs, clinging their way down and going inside-out. He stood in just socks and then leaned over to peel them off too.

I looked over at Jason's dad, who similarly peeled off the rest of his clothes and I did the same. My hard dick flipped up and slapped my stomach. I looked down at it and then at their naked bodies, not quite matching mine. I felt embarrassed. They looked.

"Well, that's nothing out of the ordinary," my dad said.Jason's dad said, "Oh to be young again."

Then we continued putting our clothes in the dryer, and Jason's dad started it and said, "Just wait here and I'll get some towels."

My dad and I stood in place, naked, me hard, with the garage door half-open behind us. Unsure what to say to each other, we just looked around. Then Jason's dad came back through and pulled the garage door all the way down.

"Just a second! I'll be right back!" he said. A minute went by. My dad leaned against the dryer and crossed his arms. I flicked some water off my arms and ran my fingers through my wet hair.

Jason's dad came back in, carrying three folded towels. As I took one and let it unfold, I noticed the size. It was big enough but not really.

You know how bath towels are sometimes pretty big, like as big as you, but then sometimes they're not really that big? I don't know if it's some special size, but that's all he had. So we dried off and then were ushered toward the kitchen instead of the carpeted living room, still leaving little footprints on the tile.

"Thanks," my dad said. "We would've been drowned by the time we got home."

Jason's dad patted him on the shoulder and said, "of course, of course, do you want me to see about getting you guys something dry to put on?"

My dad said, "Oh I'm fine. And I'm sure we've all seen everything Mikey's got a thousand times."

They looked at me. I said, "Uh... yeah, if you're not going to bother then don't go to any trouble. I'm fine."

I sat at the table, and my butt clung to the chair. Then I watched my dad put his towel down and sit on that. Jason's dad was still just drying off his body.

"Coffee? Water? Did you guys eat?" he asked. We sat at the table together and talked more, still catching our breath.

I stood up to go take a leak, and they both looked down at my dick, no longer stiff. They didn't say anything about it though. So I went upstairs and pissed, looking at the window at the rain and wind.

When I walked down the stairs, I heard them talking and stopped. I looked down at them. They were standing next to each other in the kitchen, leaning against the counter.

"You been working out?" my dad asked, and he felt Jason's dad's arm. "Just a lot of stuff around the house, home improvement stuff," he answered, flexing.

I sat there, eavesdropping, as they talked about painting the basement and landscaping and then about how much my dad was on the road. When I came down, they were relaxed and laughing. We all stood around the kitchen next to each other, totally nude.

Then Jason's dad did that thing that guys do where they hold the back of their hand against another guy's chest while they're talking, usually while they're trying to make a joke.

"So this guy's really grown up now, huh?" he said. My dad put his arm around me and said, "he sure thinks so." Then he tickled me under my armpits, and I squirmed around. I ended up standing closer to Jason's dad. Then he put his hand on my shoulder.

"He's a great kid. I mean young man," then he swatted me on the butt and said, "Let's go see what's on TV."

I walked into the living room, and they followed me. I stood behind the couch, and they both sat on it, flipping the channels. They talked about what was on as they flipped through, movies and stuff, nothing much. I leaned over onto the back of the couch, and my dad looked up at me.

He reached back and grabbed my arm and my waist and flipped me over the couch onto his lap, tickling me more. We always get goofy like that. He flopped me flat on my belly and started playing my butt like bongos.

"Two hands!" he yelled as he patted my cheeks quickly. "Four hands!" he yelled, and Jason's dad leaned over and paddled me too. It felt crazy to have their hands all over me.

They rumbled over my butt as I fake-struggled to escape, kicking my legs and grabbing Jason's dad's knee. "Ah, he loves it," my dad said, as they slowed and stopped.

I wasn't pinned or held, I just laid there over their laps. I glanced down at Jason's dad's crotch, now near my armpit. I rolled over onto my back and looked at their hairy chests next to each other.

"I wish I had chest hair like that," and I reached up and felt it. My dad said, "Oh, sometimes I wish my chest was still smooth like yours," and he put his hand on my chest.

Then we ended up talking about how people say "that'll put hair on your chest." Jason's dad said he had a jar of hot peppers, really spicy, and they'd put hair on my chest. So my dad lifts me up into a fireman's carry and we all go into the kitchen. I'm facing backwards and butt-forward over my dad's back.

When we get there, Jason's dad slaps my ass and says to set me down. We stand in front of the fridge with the door open and I'm challenged to eat one of these hot peppers.

"You do it first!" I say. My dad holds the jar. Jason's dad takes a bite like it's no big deal, but his face starts turning red. He's trying to play it off. I look at my dad and he smells one and takes a tiny bite and grabs a pitcher of water and drinks from it.

I start to walk off, and they grab my arms. I feel an arm around my waist. We're all kind of standing close and letting our sides touch or patting each other on the ribs or on the back.

I take a bite of one of these hot peppers, and it's so spicy. My tongue feels like it's on fire. I'm drinking water, and they're both patting my chest, joking that I'll definitely get some hair on my chest soon.

It feels like frat house, and then the lights go out.

"There goes the power," Jason's dad says. It's dark. We can barely see a thing. I feel my dad's hand on my shoulders, like I'm leading him around. My front bumps into Jason's dad's back. Then I see a beam of light shine up on his face.

He's got a flashlight and two little flashlights. We're shining them all around. I see a flash of chest hair in the dark. I see a dick. I see my dad's face. I see Jason's dad's back, the line down the center. I shine it down at his butt cheeks.

"I guess our clothes aren't going to dry," my dad says. There's a silence.

Jason's dad says, "Look, it's late and wet out and you're naked. Just stay the night."

So we agree that we're going to stay over. We stay naked. We're running around in the dark like we're playing tag with flashlights. My dad grabs me in a big bear hug. I feel that he's got a boner now, rubbing against my leg.

We're just standing in the kitchen. He's holding me. A light shines over onto us, and a voice in the dark says, "Should we just go to bed?"

So each with a hand on another guy's shoulder we follow the leader up the stairs. We end up in Jason's dad's bedroom, and we all pile onto his big king-size bed.

My dad's arms are wrapped around me, and then he lets me go, and we're all lying flat.

Jason's dad is walking around the room, and my dad shines a flashlight on him. The light explores his manly body, his hairy chest and his thin waist and his butt and legs. He poses for it. His dick is not stiff or standing up, but it's full and thick.

"You're sure we can all fit?" my dad asks. He answers, "You're all welcome to share."

We keep talking and goofing around. It feels like we're all kids at camp or on a sleepover. I always thought Jason's dad was strict and uptight, but he's just like us.

We're all in the big bed. The covers and sheets are kicked down. I grab the sheet and pull it over all of us. A flashlight comes on and zooms around underneath. I see my dad grab Jason's dad and tackle him down, sitting on top of him and tickling him. I pile on too and reach down and accidentally brush my hand against his dick, which makes him flinch.

He rolls to one side and my dad falls over. Jason's dad rolls over to face me and wraps his arms around me. I see my dad roll out of the bed and run around the room and hop in behind me. He wraps his arms around us both and gives a big hard squeeze.

Then we all relax and lay back. Our arms and legs are tangled, and the sheet rests over our naked bodies. My dad's hand is flat on my chest. My arm is under Jason's dad's back, with my hand down near his muscular ass.

Jason's dad has the flashlight, shining it on us.

"Let's go to bed," my dad says. His hand reaches down and holds my hard dick. I look over at him. I reach over and put my hand on Jason's dad's hairy chest. I feel the fur and the skin below. I graze his nipple, and I slide my hand down his ribs and down his side and to his hard cock and his hefty balls, feeling them dangle, and grabbing his dick tight.

Jason's dad clicks the flashlight off.

My eyes go blank, but my skin is on. I feel the pressure of a man's weight on my arm and the pressure of another man's weight pushing against my back. I feel my dad's hard cock at my leg, and I push my legs open and back, letting his dick slide between my legs and push against the bottom of my balls.

I feel hands caressing my chest and stomach, sliding against my smooth skin. I feel my dad's strong hand around my bicep, squeezing. Then his hand slides down to hold mine.

Jason's dad rolled to face me and freed my arm to grab his meaty ass. I grabbed the flesh and wanted to slap it. I reached my hand back further and felt the soft hairs along his crack, giving him sensation that made him flex into my body, sliding his cock forward in my grip.

My dad rolled over and straddled the two of us, his dick sliding out from between my legs. He gently pressed down and squeezed us against each other and him.

My hand was between us, and I let go so my dick could press the dick I had held. They slid against each other, and I felt the tip of my dick start to moisten and push against my dad's waist.

My dad slid his hand along my skin and leaned down and licked Jason's dad's nipple and then mine.

Jason's dad leaned back and rolled me onto my stomach, straddling me from the back while my dad straddled him.

I felt his hands knead my back and roll down to my butt. I felt my dad's hands reach around too and also massage my butt cheeks.

"Is this what you want?" Jason's dad asked.I answered, "yeah, that feels really good."

They dismounted me and laid on either side, massaging my butt. It drove me wild. They knew what I really liked. I felt the stubble of their faces lean down and graze against my smooth ass, and I felt each of them plant gentle kisses as they trailed their fingers between my legs.

My hardon strained under me. I rolled over to look up at them in the trace of light. Two strong men kneeled over me and held each other's bodies, pumping each other's cocks over me.

Then they laid down on top of me in a three-way embrace, and our dicks rubbed against each other while my hands clenched their firms asses. I felt them flex against me, and I fucked up into them from below.

I couldn't stop myself. They got me so wound up. I released, humping up into their heavy bodies and grabbing their asses. They squeezed around my shoulders, knowing what I was doing.

With my eyes closed from the orgasm, I slowly realized what I was feeling. Their wet tongues were slurping over my body.

That night, we rolled and rubbed and grabbed and grinded more. I felt their bodies, and we all intertwined.

In the morning, we woke up and took Jason's dad's fishing boat out on the lake.