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Naked Polaroids of Your Dad
Jake climbed up the stairs to the attic and shut the door behind him. The house had been in his family for generations, but the attic was now his as a present for his 18th birthday. It wasn't quite his own apartment but it wasn't just a bedroom either. It still had junk, but that was moved over to one side.
His friends wanted to take him out to celebrate him turning 18 at midnight, but his birthday was Halloween, and his dad didn't want him out late. He could have a regular party at a reasonable hour.
So he was counting down the minutes alone. Midnight was ten minutes away, but it was also right before bed for a red-blooded young man. Jake liked to jack off totally naked with all the windows open.
He stripped off and strutted around his place, glancing at himself in an old full-length mirror. He liked guys' bodies but he especially liked his own body. He flexed and posed for himself, tugging a bit.
Then he noticed something behind him in the reflection. It was a brick in the wall that looked crooked, like it wasn't really part of the wall. He touched it, and it wobbled, so he lifted it out and found a compartment, like someplace somebody would hide stuff. It was full of dust, and he felt something inside. He pulled out a shoebox and set the lid off to the side.
It was full of pornos, old ones, a little collection that somebody hid away years ago. At the bottom of the pile, Jake found some old muscle mags; guys in little swimsuits and one that had naked guys. He flipped though them, looking at the hairstyles and what the guys were doing. He had seen some stuff like this before, and he kind of liked it. He was getting a little hard.
He turned a page, and something fell out of the magazine. He looked to the floor and saw three old Polaroids. As he looked down, he could see that they were homemade photos of a guy, posing naked, and holding his hardon.
Jake leaned down to pick them up, squinting to recognize the face in the pictures as he bent down. As he touched them, he was blinded by a flash of light, maybe lightning outside or headlights? It made a sound like an old flash bulb, and then the world slowly faded in from white.
Everything was different and moved around. It was darker. It felt weird. Jake turned around and saw the guy from the photos. He was naked and posing in front of a Polaroid positioned on a dresser. That same noise and a flash of light caught his attention as the camera spit out a photo.
He was about Jake's age, good body, nice dick, and then he noticed Jake standing there. The two naked young men yelled in surprise. Still in a daze, Jake stumbled backwards and should have knocked over a pile of boxes, but instead passed right through them like a ghost.
"Who's there!?!," Jake heard. "Who's back there?"
Jake passed his hand through a dresser, through a box, and then he tried to phase his hand through his still-hard dick, but it was solid to him. He grabbed it. His own body was the only thing he could touch. He stepped up and walked out of the shadows, walking through objects and up to the other naked body, which stumbled backwards in fright at the surprise.
Jake squinted again in recognition and said, "Dad?" He had the thought as he saw the photos and now in person it was clearer. This was his father's face, younger. This was his father, naked and jerking off and taking photos of himself.
"What?! What are you talking about?!" yelled Jake's teenage dad, trying to cover himself and looking from his porn stash and naked selfies to his pile of clothes, not sure which direction to go to.
Jake asked, "What year is it?" and got a stammered, confused response that confirmed his theory. He tried to grab his dad at the shoulders, but his hands passed right through him. "Stop! Just wait a second and calm down!"
They knelt on the floor in front of each other with a pile of magazines and Polaroids between them, both naked.
"Just listen. I know this is crazy, but you're my dad and I'm from the future." They slowly calmed down and then at the same time it hit them again, and they freaked out. It's weird how you can accept something insane if it's right there in front of you.
Jake passed his hand through a bunch of things and then through his dad's hand to see if he felt anything, which he didn't.
Jake said, "I bet you're the only one who can see me."
His dad, looking more like his brother or himself, asked, "Why are you here? How did you come back in time?"
"I don't know! It just happened. Looks like we were both about to jerk off up here, just in different years. Some weird Halloween shit."
Jake's young dad said, "Halloween? That's not for a while."
They figured out that, for Jake, it was Halloween and Jake's birthday, but he went back in time to his dad's birthday, September 9.
"Looks like we were both going to celebrate turning 18 with a good wank, eh dad?"
"Stop calling me dad! That's so weird. Just call me Danny."
"Okay, I'm Jake." They were about to shake hands but realized that they couldn't.
Jake said, "So all this stuff I found is yours, huh? I'm a little surprised." Danny blushed. Jake shared that he never really thought of his dad as ever being anything like him, ever being horny or jerking off.
"So you don't think this stuff is weird?" Danny asked.
"What, 'cause it's guys too?" Jake asked. "No, that's cool. I'm into it. You fool around with guys?"
Danny shook his head no. They talked about how hot it was, how Jake fooled around with his guy friends and liked porn with guys in it. As they talked, Jake got the picture about his dad as a teenager, not a lot of friends and definitely not any close enough that they'd fool around.
They were both getting hard and checking each other out. Danny definitely didn't feel like a proud dad, but figured it must be true. He wanted to reach out and grab that dick. Jake was kind of thinking the same thing. It kind of felt like they weren't actually together; it was weird.
"Let's tug one out, da... Danny," Jake said, slowly pumping his cock.
Excitedly, his dad said, "Really? Are you sure?"
"Yeah, but you gotta flip those magazines open and turn the pages for me."
Danny asked if he could try to take a photo of the two of them. They posed together for it, but the Polaroid just showed Danny next to nothing. Jake was convinced that he was either a ghost or a time-traveler or was just having a dream.
They laid out the photos and magazines on the floor, kneeling side by side, slowly stroking. Danny was a little sheepish, glancing sideways. Jake was bolder, and said "Hey check this out!" and showed off a big drop of pre-cum on the tip of his knob.
While they masturbated together, Jake found his mind wandering to his image of his dad, stern and stubborn and no fun. Still, he recognized that man somewhere in the face of the guy next to him. He had seen old photos before, but this was really different. He kept realizing who he was with. He wondered if it was just a teenage phase for his dad or if he stayed interested in guys.
He could always tell when a buddy was interested or even just any guy on the street, and he was definitely getting that from Danny. Or maybe he was just thinking about the weird situation. Jake reconsidered that maybe he was dreaming.
Still it was hot. They were both getting really worked up. Danny said, "Hey check this out," and pulled out a magazine that had just guys and muscled up and in the shower together, or dressed up, or wrestling, or one over the other's knee getting spanked.
"You like that, huh?" Jake asked.
"Yeah, I do. Do you?" Danny answered.
"Yeah, that's pretty hot. They look like they're from a hundred years ago, but still pretty good body, nice cock."Danny was a little shocked by the language, but tried to go along. "Yeah, mmhh, yeah, this guy's got a big... cock, real big."
"Hey, yours is pretty big yourself Danny."
"Yeah, uh... you too, Jake."
It was weird. It sounded like his dad but not quite, and it was weird to hear him say Jake instead of Jacob. His dad only ever called him Jacob.
Jake found himself more interested in his younger dad than in any magazine. He got himself kneeling in front of him, facing each other instead of side by side. He stared into his father's eyes and let his own start to trail all over the shoulders and arms and chest, the gripped hand and the dangling balls, the hair, even his dad's feet curled up to help him straddle his hand. Danny was just as interested in the handsome apparition jerking for him.
As they got closer to each other and closer to coming, their knuckles and their knobs and their knees passed through each other like water. They almost bumped foreheads but couldn't touch. It was like a shadow.
Jake was so turned on. He was thinking this was a decent start to a birthday, but weird, but cool, but he was probably just dreaming anyway.
Danny jerked so hard. It was so hot to have another guy right here with him in person and to watch him jerk off and see his naked body for real.
Grunting, then moaning, stroking faster and harder and wiggling and squeezing their butts tight to flex into their fists, they stroked and stroked and then shot. Up into the air and arcing across towards each other's chest and then disappearing like ghosts. Each load squirted and spurted across.
Danny's landed on the floor behind his son's ass, never making contact. Jake's just disappeared. It was nowhere to be found.
They each fell back in exhaustion, breathing heavy.
And then Danny woke up. He had an alarm clock up there, set, just in case he ever fell asleep in the attic. He turned it off, squinted at the daylight, got dressed in a haze, walked down the stairs to his bedroom, looked in the mirror, got undressed, got in the shower, soaped and rinsed and turned off the water and dried off and got dressed for school and walked downstairs.
The house was empty as usual. He was always on his own to get breakfast and get himself to school, very trusted and responsible.
As he walked into the kitchen, still remembering that weird dream, he saw a naked man lying flat on his back on the table. He screamed. The naked man screamed and woke with a startle. They looked at each other and both screamed again.
"AAAHHHH!" Jake yelled, startled by his own nudity and startled by his body passing through things as he hopped up and moved around. He stood, bare and flopping up and down as he hopped, with a chair coming out of his body. As he jolted around, he passed through the table and then walked right through Danny, who had covered his own mouth to stop himself from screaming.
Danny looked out the window to see if any neighbors were around that could've heard him screaming. He tried to catch his breath and was telling naked Jake to do the same.
Jake jumped and bounced, flopping while Danny watched. Jake wasn't shy but this was a little much exposure. He really felt naked now, striding around the kitchen in his birthday suit on his birthday and his dad's birthday, he realized. Then he stopped.
"Hey, happy birthday," Jake said.
"Oh... yeah, thanks," replied Danny.
"So... I guess I'm still here."
"Yeah, did you fall through the floor?"
"I guess so. Looks like I can sit on stuff and stand on stuff, but other than that I'm a ghost. Oh my god, maybe I'm dead!" He sat on the floor and looked up. "What the hell are you wearing?"
Danny was dressed a little stupid, even for what was in fashion at the time. Jake laughed and then apologized for laughing. Then he took him back upstairs and made him change clothes. Danny was a little shy getting undressed.
Jake said, "Are you kidding? Look at me! I'm like a bad dream where you're in class naked, only I can't wake up. Besides, I saw it all last night, tripod." Danny laughed.
Danny said, "So are you going to follow me around school all day like that?"
"I can't do anything about it! I'm stuck like this! And I guess we have to take the school bus, too?"
"No, I'll drive," Danny said. Jake's ears perked up. The thought and slowly grinned. He realized what his dad meant. He ran to the window and looked out to see it.
There, in the driveway, was a beautiful red Chevelle. He had only seen it in a photo in an old album once, but his dad talked about it a lot. Jake couldn't believe it. He ran through the front door and outside to it, poking his head through the windshield. He was shouting about it and pointing his naked ass right at some old woman walking a poodle.
Danny confirmed that nobody else could see or hear Jake, and Danny wondered for a minute if maybe he had gone crazy. It felt weird to have somebody naked in the passenger seat, but Danny was okay with it, obviously.
Actually, he was kind of loving it. Not only was he not alone, but he got to just stare at a naked guy. It kind of felt like having a twin brother maybe? Haunted by the spirit of a cool guy with no clothes who kind of looks like you.
During the drive to school, Danny asked Jake a few questions to kind of prove that he was really his son. Then he thought to ask about the future, but thought he shouldn't mess with it. He explained some sci-fi theories to Jake, who didn't quite get it but agreed. It's not like he knew the lottery numbers for that day.
Then they pulled into the school parking lot. "Maybe you didn't have to change," Jake said, "Everybody's dressed like an idiot. Look at that hair!"
Normally, Danny would kind of keep to himself in the halls, but now he was whispering under his breath to an invisible man. He noticed a group of his classmates looking over at him, so he turned away. He decided he wouldn't answer whatever Jake said, but then suddenly Jake was gone.
With a moment to himself, he still kind of noticed that he was being noticed. Maybe it was what he was wearing.
Danny went into the restroom and stood at a urinal, relaxing. When Jake's face peered out through the wall in front of him, a scream echoed against the tile. Gritting his teeth and whispering in frustration, Danny asked for some privacy.
Looking downward with a grin, Jake said, "Careful you don't splash yourself with that monster." Then Jake walked through Danny (who didn't feel a thing) and stepped over to a urinal and pissed through it and through the wall. He joked that it still felt weird being in there in bare feet and talked about a few interesting things he saw as he walked through some walls.
When Danny and his invisible naked shadow got to his first class, his teacher informed him that his presence was requested at the principal's office. They went, Danny sat and waited while Jake stood around making jokes. Sitting before the intimidating principal, Jake was surprised to hear that Danny was being interrogated about skipping class.
Jake said, "Young man, I'm very surprised and disappointed," imitating something his dad might say to him. Danny resisted the urge to laugh at Jake's face and wagging finger.
He looked down, still trying to listen as the principal droned on, and when he looked up he saw the principal's stern face with a penis poking out of his forehead.
Straddling behind him and thrusting his hips through the old man's head, Jake said, "What a dickhead!"
Danny covered his mouth to stifle a laugh, which flustered the principal, who said that this kind of thing wasn't like Danny. As he talked at length about Danny's usually exemplary behavior, Jake gave instructions.
"Just stand up and say, 'Sir, it was a mistake that won't happen again.' Now!" Danny stood, strong and confident. "Sir? It... this was just a mistake, and.... it will not happen again. Sorry."
The principal leaned back into Jake's chest, his face disappearing for a second, crossed his arms in consideration, and let Danny off with just a warning this time.
Walking together, alone, through the empty halls back to class, Jake's naked butt wiggled as he jogged to keep up. "Why did you skip class anyway?"
"Swimming," Danny whispered back.
"You skipped school and went swimming?!"
"No, I skipped swimming... in gym class.... we still have nude swimming."
Jake stopped in his tracks, stunned. He had a hundred questions, which he asked in a flurry and which Danny answered in little notes in the margins of his notebook. It was like they played 20 Questions through math class to explain that, yes, in the past (certainly not in Jake's school) the mandatory Physical Education class was gender-segregated, and the boys all swam naked in the pool for gym, except for those that got out of it for whatever reason.
Danny's school was one of the few that still had this barbaric practice that was supposed to spare the filters from lint. Danny had gotten excused, as did several boys, in previous years.
"What's the big deal? You're naked in the showers anyway. You can't be one of the guys that's too much of a pussy to do it. Just do it!"
Jake wouldn't let it drop. It became a mission to make his dad man up.
"You've got nothing to be ashamed of anyway, and it's not like it's a contest. Guys know what it's like."
Eventually, he got what he wanted, a scribble in the margin of Danny's notebook that said "Fine! Shut Up!"
When it was time for gym, Danny was a little more comfortable because Jake was there and also naked. Danny didn't really know the other guys too well. They were mostly athletes who wouldn't give a shit about having to be naked after showering together after games all the time. Still, some were as sheepish as Danny, keeping their hands held in front of them. Danny was kind of proud of biting the bullet. Then he noticed that Jake was standing on the still water, facing the shoulder-to-shoulder line of patient flesh.
"Danny, AM I a ghost!? Look at this!" Jake shouted. When the boys were permitted to jump in, Jake sunk down into the water as well, but couldn't splash it with his hands.
As the bath continued, with lessons and laps and a quick race for time, Danny was surprised to hear somebody other than Jake talking to him. It was Tom Miller, kind of a household name from the football team. Danny had, of course, been aware of him before and even almost talked to him once while he was wearing those tight football pants for a pep rally. Jake recognized that look on Danny's face, like 'You're cool, and also you're hot.'
Tom asked, "You that guy with that red Chevelle?"
"Yeah, uh, that's mine," Danny answered. They talked about how it's actually his, not like just he gets to drive it.
Jake interrupted with an unnecessary whisper, "See? You're cool and you don't even know it."
Danny smiled and nodded, trying to act like it was no big deal to be having a naked conversation with this guy who he wanted to have any kind of conversation with for years. They were just shooting the shit, occasionally using some older slang that made Jake laugh or roll his eyes.
Then Jake noticed a particular kind of look on his dad's face. Danny's eyes indicated downwards that something of concern was coming up. It was his biggest fear, that he'd pop a woody and everybody would laugh.
Jake took command of the situation, his main talent, "Just relax, nobody can see it under the water, and everybody's floats anyway, right? Just let it pass."
Danny nodded like a job applicant, smiled casually, and sensed the rigidity of his tool as it bobbed against the side of the pool.
When Tom asked if Danny was going to the party up at the lake that night, Jake coached him through a casual, "yeah, maybe." When Tom hinted at getting a ride, Danny almost dropped his jaw off. Turning it into a casual fake yawn, he thought about it, and said "sure, no problem. I'll bring the beer."
They wrapped up their conversation when it was Danny's turn to do a backstroke. He looked up at the ceiling, then down at his cock, then around to see that nobody was noticing. He wasn't quite a shark fin in the water, but close.
Danny didn't feel nearly as nervous in the showers as he usually did and didn't rush. As he dried himself off and got dressed, Jake talked his ear off.
"...but the only problem is now you gotta figure out how to get some beer," he said. Danny shrugged in confusion, "I'll just buy it. I'm 18 now."
Jake caught on, a little annoyed at having to wait to be 21, "Oh my god! You got that car and that dick and you can legally buy beer any time you want?! Why isn't this party at your house right now!?"
The conversation continued on about how Danny's senior year could be the best high school experience anybody could ever want.
Then some more boring classes to sit through and then it was time to drive home. On the way, they stopped and bought some beer, no trouble. Jake leaned over the counter, mooning everybody, as he recognized that the guy working there was the same old guy who still works there.
Danny said, "Come on, let's go."
The old guy said, "What? Go where?"
Danny said, "Never mind, I'm just talking to myself."
Jake came to a realization and yelled, "Hey! I don't even get to drink any! Shit!"
After watching Danny snack on weird stuff they don't make anymore and forcing Danny to flip through the few channels available to watch old TV, Jake said, "what do you mean, get ready? What do you have to do?"
Danny said he had to pick out something to wear and shower and shave. Jake told him to just wear what he had on and that he didn't really have anything there to shave.
Insisting that he needed to get cleaned up, Danny showered and then stood at the sink with a towel around his waist. Jake watched, bored, and wondering why Danny would bother wearing anything. Jake looked around at everything in the bathroom. The room was the same, but everything in it was different. Then he noticed his young dad putting way too much shaving cream on his face.
"What the hell are you doing?" Danny shrugged it off like it was normal. Jake stood behind him, somehow reflected in the mirror while a little transparent, and taught his dad how to shave.
He went through how much shaving cream to use and the right way to put it on. He noticed that Danny wasn't washing his hand before starting to shave and suggested it might work better without a handful of foam.
Danny rinsed his hand and slowly shaved as Jake guided him, unable to touch him, pressing him from behind but feeling nothing. Danny's dick was stiff against the sink. They were so close. Jake never noticed how much he touched people, a pat on the back or maybe the back of the hand on a buddy's ribs during a joke. They might as well have been a million miles apart; the sensation was gone. He felt like he had gone blind or deaf.
For like the 40th time that day, Danny noticed Jake holding his own dick like a life-line, like it was the only thing he could feel and touch and hold. Danny finished and rinsed his face, and Jake reached up a hand to feel the smooth skin and crack a joke, but his finger just passed through like touching smoke.
Danny stammered and said, "hey, ...thanks." Jake didn't ask too many questions about his dad and what it was like for him at this age. It was obvious that he was more than just an only child and self-sufficient. Jake didn't want to make Danny depressed.
Jake joked, "Hey, what should I wear?"
Again, Jake was a fashion consultant and comfortable enough to say that one pair of jeans made his dad's ass look better. He'd probably only talk like that to a small circle of his friends. With Danny dressed and ready, Jake rattled off a thousand do's and don'ts for parties.
Danny wondered if everybody knew all this stuff or if it was all from a book or what. He trusted Jake and thanked him again. Jake told him to say thanks but not make a big deal about it, play it cool with stuff like that.
They were driving by that point and both looked up to see a bunch of cars leaving. Other kids from school waved and yelled that the party got broken up. Some cars behind Jake and Danny were turning around on the narrow, dark, country road.
"Hey man!" yelled a voice from a head that popped through the window and through Jake. It was Tom, one of many walking away from the house and to a field where cars had been parked. "Hey, I saw the car from up there. Party's not happening, but everybody's just going up to some place in the woods. Want to go?"
Danny looked slightly to the right at an invisible naked guy, who said "Yes." and Danny said, "Yes."
Tom got in as Jake climbed into the back seat, mooning them. Danny looked at Jake's balls from between his legs, noticed his dick behind it, and thought it was so weird to see them reversed like that, backwards.
They drove around, occasionally noticing other cars trying to find their way to who knows where. Then Tom suggested they pull over at an overlook. Normally, the spot might have five or six cars with steamy windows, but everybody was either still on their way to a doomed party or blindly driving around the middle of nowhere looking for its replacement.
The stars slowly dotted in on the sunset in front of them. Tom had a weird look on his face as he slowly leaned forward in the silence. "Hey... I'm not sure how to ask this. Um.... do you think, maybe I could drive a bit?"
Danny hoped the question would be something different, but agreed to let his new friend take a turn at the wheel. They switched places, and Tom balanced between being cautious and reckless, really enjoying having a machine like that beneath him. He pushed it and felt the power.
Danny was loving this, he even loved having Jake perched on his shoulder like a little devil, making jokes or telling him something to say. At Jake's guidance, he said "you can pay me back some time."
Tom said, "anything you want, buddy."
Jake said, "tell him to go park again so you can suck him off."
"What?!" yelled Danny.
Tom was confused.
"What what?" Jake again suggested Danny's dialogue.
Danny slowly said, "uh... what I was saying was ...let's go back to where we were parked. And I'll ...suck you off."
A grin peeled across Tom's chiseled jaw. He looked over at Danny and then back at the road quickly. He slowly turned and drove in the right direction. "I thought you might be interested in something like that."
Jake whispered, "Then you can try this big piece!" and Danny cautiously parroted. Impressed, Tom said, "yeah it looked like you're pretty hung, man." This talk continued on the short drive back, as everybody in the car got hotter and harder.
When they arrived and parked and turned off the car, Jake was surprised to hear Danny say, "just sit right there with your hands on the wheel." Jake watched as his dad took the initiative to reach out and feel Tom's stiff cock through his jeans. Tom had a grin that suggested he liked this kind of easy action rather than strategizing through a party all night.
Jake asked, "do you know what you're doing there?" Danny, wide-eyed murmured a negative mumble to his son in the back seat. Jake slowly instructed his dad to rub and feel, to sexily undo Tom's jeans, to carefully free his dick, and to lick. He pushed his lips over his teeth and wet his tongue. He bobbed down on it, slupring and flicking his tongue around.
With Tom moaning and his mouth working, Danny looked to the back seat to show what he was doing and found nobody there. "I'm up here!" yelled Jake, who was sitting on the hood with his legs dangling, half-invisible, through the windshield and radio. He leaned forward to duck in, and his hand was pumping his hardon.
Danny was looking up at him, looking at that cock, engulfing the cock in his mouth. Tom was loving it, it felt like he was driving and fucking.
"Jerk off," said Jake. Danny looked up. "Take your dick out and jerk off while you're doing that."
Still holding Tom's dick in his mouth, Danny slid the passenger seat backwards, knelt on the floor, and got his big, hard cock in his hand, pumping it. Jake watched his dad's pale ass and his arm flexing. Jake wanted to stand behind that ass and feel it, but he knew he couldn't. He didn't bother to get up.
Tom came pretty quick. It was probably the best blowjob he'd ever get in his life. It topped the driving. He didn't care that it was a guy; he thought how good this guy was at it and how that must be from knowing what feels good when you're getting head. Tom didn't know that this was Danny's first time with anybody.
Danny came, leaning back against the front seat and still kneeling. He shot onto his belly to spare the upholstery, and Tom was impressed at the size of the load and of the cock it came out of. It looked impressive in the pool, but this was really something now. Tom was relaxed and quietly thinking. Danny was quietly enjoying it all.
The whole time, Jake was screaming and cursing, commenting on the action like he was the color commentator, moaning loud and unstifled, knowing that only his dad could hear him. His jizz shot out, directed like a firehose towards the couple and passing through them.
"Yeah! Fuck yeah! Ohhhh!" yelled Jake, until finally flipping backwards and passing through the hood, the engine, and through the asphalt and ground below. He swam back up through the rock and dirt, up through the car, between Tom and Danny, who were cleaning up and getting dressed, murmuring politely to each other.
Tom decided he didn't want to bother with the woods. Danny dropped him off and, without any prodding from Jake, said "See you around?"
Tom replied, "Yeah, definitely. See you, man."
Back at home, Jake tried to smell as Danny drank a beer in the attic. He couldn't smell, taste, or touch, but he couldn't do anything really cool either, like fly or move things around with his mind.
As they hung out, Jake noticed that Danny was kind of loose and drunk. He talked different. It was funny. Jake told him he should probably go down to bed, and Danny begrudgingly and carefully stumbled off.
"Hey, you have fun today?" Jake asked.
"Yeah man, the best," Danny replied.
Alone in the attic again, Jake looked around at the same junk that he had to shove in a corner. He was getting tired, too, a little. He wished he had his bed and that he wouldn't just fall through it if he did.
Then a crash of lightning surprised him. It wasn't even raining. He heard a weird flash and buzz and then the big clock in the hall sounding midnight and starting its chimes.
Jake blinked, and he was in bed, under his covers. It was all just a crazy dream. Next to the bed was a table and a lamp. He fumbled to turned it on. No junk, no dust, and the walls were different. Wait, what lamp was this? Where'd that come from? He had a dresser. He had a TV. His blankets were different.
He tried to remember. Then there was a knock. "Son?"
Jake yelled, "Yeah?"
The door creaked open, and footsteps came up the stairs. Jake's dad stood there, cautiously. Jake waited for his dad to say something he normally would. If his dad was in a good mood, he'd call him something like "young Jacob" or "Jacob my boy" if he was not in trouble, and just "Jacob, son, listen" if he was in trouble.
With a quivering question in his voice, his dad stepped up the top stair and said, "Jake?"
The light hit his mature face, and Jake saw something else in it, just as he had seen a hint of the dad he knew in the young man he saw. "Danny?"
His dad looked a little trimmer around the waist than Jake remembered, maybe a little less trim in the shoulders. He stepped up to the bed and sat. Jake's foot moved closer to his dad's knee, still under the covers. He felt him. His dad felt him. They looked in each other's eyes without a smile or word or breath.
They held out their hands to each other, feeling still in a dream and still unable to touch. Dad and son pressed their fingertips together and then clasped hands and then grasped each other's arms and then pulled each other close, hugging, feeling their arms wrapped around each other and cheeks pressing sideways against each other.
Jake's hand reached up to tousle his friend's hair, something he never did to his dad. Actually, he never did it to Danny. He felt like his kid brother was reunited. He felt like an old friend was suddenly in his bed and pressing his body down against him.
His dad leaned back and smiled. Jake felt like he was whole again. "I feel like I'm back to normal but everything is different," he explained.
His dad said, "Everything's alright, and I can finally feel.... what it's like.... to touch you. I was back there, and it was like it just happened. It's like I just woke up from a dream where everything came flashing back at me all at once. I remember feeling so close to you but like I couldn't feel you at all."
There was a silence. No time had passed since Danny walked downstairs and came right back up. This was Danny and Jake, still wrapping up their weird day. Outside, leaves blew out of the trees.
Their legs pressed against each other. Danny's hand patted Jake's back and held a squeeze on his shoulder, finally. Jake patted Danny's arm and then held it. They looked at each other, faces close. Jake squeezed the bicep and felt the soft fabric of Danny's robe.
Danny felt Jake's smooth skin and noticed the light play against his shirtless chest. Looking down at the covers that were pulled up to Jake's waist, Danny said, "Are you still naked?"
Jake let go and lifted the covers up. He revealed his naked body and said, "yep."
Danny reached out a hand, flat against his son's chest, and let it slide down over his belly and down to his pubes and down to his stiffening tool. They looked down at it but then up into each other's eyes. He had wanted to touch it but couldn't. Now, he held it. He squeezed it gently and stroked it. He ran his thumb along the head and underneath, coaxing a little precum out.
Jake's hand grabbed at the buttons on Danny's pajama top, his fingertips grazing the muscle and chest hair underneath. He pulled the man down on the bed next to him. He unfastened the robe and opened it wide and started unbuttoning. There was Danny's boyish grin and enthusiasm but a full-grown body and a hairy chest and a tented crotch.
Jake let the tip poke out of the waistband, knowing how dicks work and avoiding a spring-down and a slap-up. He slid the pajamas down. No underwear, no undershirt, blue pajamas with a clean starch to them, and a big fluffy robe; that's a manly way to walk around your house.
They got under the covers together, giggling and tickling and touching like they couldn't. Jake felt Danny's skin against him, wrapped up under the soft blankets and sheets. Their feet played against each other and toes poked. Danny's knees straddled Jake's. Jake's hand slid along a manly, hairy thigh. Danny's hand slid under the skinny skin and pulled Jake's ribs forward and yearned to slide down to that perky ass, that round flesh.
They wrapped their fingers around each other's poles and tugged and slid. They rolled each other's balls in their hands, feeling the creased skin and the soft hairs between their legs. Their foreheads pressed against each other.
Jake rolled Danny to his back and slid down to face that meaty cock. He ran his tongue along it. He flicked his tongue against the sensitive underside. He dabbed at the tip and moistened his mouth and slobbered down on it as Danny's head pressed back against the pillows.
Jake thought back about watching Danny sucking and taking his instruction. Now, Danny's hand guided just the right pace. Jake liked Danny's manly hands, much bigger now than when he was younger. Jake grabbed his father's hips and pulled them closer as he took in that dick.
He got it nice and wet. Then he slurped off and slid his body up, sitting on it. With their eyes connected, Jake guided his ass back and onto the rod, easing it up into him and squeezing it slowly, letting it in. Then he slowly leaned forward, inching up off of it and then back down, now pumping and riding, bucking on it with his virile rod curled upwards in front of Danny's face.
Danny had seen nothing but this naked body for a full day, but here it was in the real flesh and on him, really touching. His hands reached up and clenched that ass, firm but with some jiggle. He squeezed as Jake's frame slid up and down, in and out.
Danny leaned forward and licked nipples and neck. He wanted to swallow that hog and let his own pop out. He felt the pressure on his chest and let Jake position his cock for sucking, face fucking, and now Danny really massaged the magnificent bubble butt he had watch wiggling naked down the halls of his high school, flexing in front of him as an unclaimed birthday treat. His fingers explored.
Jake was Danny's guide and mentor. Danny sucked and slobbered and looked up and said, "will you fuck me?"
Jake smiled and let the man roll over and get on all fours, waiting and wanting. With a gentle pass of the hand along his back, a hand explored down and felt its way. Then a strong, stiff cock came behind it. Jake pressed in slow and stiff and feeling Danny ease back against him. He was inside and tight and filling Danny. They were one continuous, surging mound of sweat and flesh.
Danny was comforted by feeling Jake's smooth chest come down against his back, and he loved the sensation of that throbbing member fucking in, pushing in, pulsing and riding. They felt each other's heartbeats quicken.
Jake whispered to his young friend. They were teenagers, wild. Now, they were wrapped face to face and legs wrapped around back and taking turns jerking or fucking, licking, smelling, smiling and sweating. Danny's forehead was wet. A drool of thick precum slid off his tip and down to his chest.
Jake liked feeling Danny's feet. Danny smelled the sweat under Jake's armpit. They liked frotting their stiff dicks between their bodies, poking out one side and feeling a palm. Their hands pulled against the back of each other's necks.
On the soft bed, instead of on the hard floor, they kneeled face to face again and readied to jerk for each other, finishing off as they started. They pumped and sucked in their guts and flexed their butts tight as their knees met like rams horns buckling against each other.
Squirting watery sprays and then shooting ropes, they painted each other, streams landing across each other's front and only making their hands more slippery. They kept stroking, coating their dicks slick and red.
Danny reached out and hugged a big bear hug, oiling them both and knocking their softened staffs against each other again. Jake felt the squeeze, felt the hard pokes of a hundred little hairs against his chest and neck and face, scratched against stubble, and lifted his hands to wrap tight around his father's sweaty form.
"Aw man," was all Danny said. Jake closed his eyes and was with his young friend, finally touching and fully.
On the floor next to them was a pile of porn and Polaroids, one with two 18-year-old guys standing back-to-back, naked and hard.
In the driveway sat Jake's 18th birthday present, his dad's red Chevelle.