Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2018 17:12:53 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: Neighbor's Naked Dad 3 You donated to Nifty? That's really cool, man. Oh, but I have to tell you more about what happened. I'm glad I could tell you about this stuff, and thanks for emailing me about it. So the camping trip was like the most amazing after that hotel room thing, but wait until you hear about this. The rest of the trip was like normal camping stuff. My neighbor's dad was like "did you have a good night's sleep?" and I said really good. We both said that we feel asleep right away. I asked if I was talking in my sleep or if I moved around too much, and he said he didn't remember anything after turning off the light. I said me too. When I got home, my dad came into my room and asked if I had fun and asked what kind of stuff we did and then he was like, "anything like, uh, anything like that other time?" I had told him about how the airline lost our luggage and then the hotel messed up the room and how my neighbor and his dad were real relaxed about being naked so we ended up all sleeping nude in a king-sized bed together, but when it came to telling him about how my neighbor's dad and I couldn't sleep and ended up jerking off next to each other, I didn't tell him every detail. But he knew the kind of thing that happened. "Yeah, guys sometimes do stuff like that," he said, and I kind of thought that he meant that he had done stuff like that, but I couldn't tell exactly, and then he said that I could tell him anything and that I could say no to anything I didn't want to do, and then he was like, "I want you to tell me about stuff like this. I want you to feel like you can tell me about stuff like this." It was pretty cool actually. So he wants to know if this time was anything like last time. I tell him yeah it was kind of like that other time. Then I'm just not saying anything. And he's just like, "but you're okay with that? Everything's good?" "Yeah.... I really, like I really had a good time. I liked it a lot." And then I just told him about hiking and s'mores and how my neighbor was kind of annoying sometimes but it was a fun trip, even though my sleeping bag got wet and we had to share and but it was okay, and the lake was cool. My dad asked if it was hot up there, and I said yeah, and then he said "at night? was it hot?" "Yeah, the first night was okay," I said, still unpacking, "but uh, on the second night, I was hot so I took my shirt off to sleep." And he was just like nodding like I was telling him what happened at school that day or as if he couldn't go to a game and I was saying who won and what the score was. I didn't usually go on trips like that so he was interested. He didn't usually come up to talk to me in my room, so that was a little out of the ordinary, but it was cool. We were hanging out, but then he just was like, "okay well I'm glad you had fun and I'm glad we talk about this stuff." So then, get this, a little while later it's time for this big summer barbecue for our whole block. There's all kinds of stuff for the whole day and everybody brought food and they're cooking food in all the houses, and everybody's hanging out and playing games. It's just this big party. I see my dad talking with my neighbor's dad. They both have lemonades or something and they're close to this big table of food. I'm gonna go up and see what they're talking about, but then all the kids are running around because somebody just set up a sprinkler for us to play in. I'm getting pulled into that even though I'm a little old for that kind of thing now, so before I get a chance to start talking to my dad and my neighbor's dad, I just pull off my T-shirt and hand it to my dad to hold and so I'm running around the party in just these like gym shorts. Most of the people there are wearing like khakis and polos and some are in shorts, some of the guys' shorts are really bathing suits, and some of us are running around without a shirt and even running through the different houses to get food or something to drink or to use the bathroom. So then this happens.... I'm in my neighbor's house, and I've been there a lot, well not a lot but plenty. There's a couple people waiting for the downstairs bathroom, so I decide that I'm just gonna go upstairs, but there's this sign that I guess my neighbor's dad put there for the party that says "Stay Downstairs Please." I figure that that's just for everybody else, like I'm not just somebody at the party, I've been up there before, so I go upstairs and take a piss. And it's weirdly calm and quiet up there, as if that little hand-made sign is keeping the party just out of reach. I look out the window, and again I'm watching my dad and my neighbor's dad. They were talking before but now they're talking to different people and eating and then my neighbor runs by and now he's talking to his dad. So I flush and wash my hands and then I'm just checking out the quiet upstairs. My neighbor's room used to be up here but now he's down in this big furnished basement they have, so it's been a while since I was upstairs. His old room is like an office now, and then there's the bathroom, and then there's the big bedroom. I peek in. It's my neighbor's dad's bedroom. It's big. It's nice. He has a big bed, and his closet door is open, and I'm looking at his clothes, and I see his backpack in the corner from our camping trip. And his laundry basket is there with socks on the top. And then I turn around and he's standing there. His arms are crossed, and he kind of looks mad. He's wearing a polo shirt, so his biceps flex out and show with his arms like that, and he's wearing khakis and his shirt isn't tucked in so I can almost see his waist under the bottom of his shirt. His face looks a little red from being out in the sun all day at the party. I realize that my shoulders feel a little tanned from the sun. I feel a little weird standing there without a shirt in his bedroom, just shorts, and not even shoes. I left my flipflops by the door when I came into the house. "What are you doing up here, young man?" he says. I tell him that I just came up to take a piss, and then I say pee, and then I say I hope that's okay. He asks me if I saw the sign about not going upstairs. "Uh, yeah... but. I just thought." I stumble to explain myself, but really I just did what I wanted to do even though I knew I wasn't supposed to. And we shared a look that explained that we both knew that. He sighs and strolls around his room. He sort of shakes his head. He says he knows I'm a good kid but that he didn't want to see me doing the wrong thing. He asks me if I thought I did something bad, and I said, "Yes. Sorry. I just..." and he stopped me. He asks me if I think I deserve to be punished for doing something bad, and I stood there and eventually said, "um. Yes." I figured he was gonna tell my dad and I wouldn't get any ice cream or have to go home and miss the rest of the party or something like that. He tells me to stay there and that he was going to go get my dad. I stood there. He left. I waited. I stood like a statue. Then he walks back in, and my dad walks in behind him and looks at me standing there. My dad asks what was going on. My neighbor's dad suggests that I tell him, and so I sheepishly explain that I saw the sign that said not to go upstairs but I went upstairs anyway. My dad looks at me and then he looks at the man next to him. I'm like wondering if they're friends or just two dads in the neighborhood. I don't know how well they know each other. My dad says he's sorry that I didn't follow the rules, and he's like "your house" and he's acting like he did something wrong, and then he's like "Well, how do you want to handle this?" So then my neighbor's dad says, "Well, if I were his dad I think I'd give him a spanking." The word kind of freezes the room and hangs in the air. My dad nods like it's not a big deal, like he's picking out what to eat at a restaurant. I can see him thinking. My dad says, "Son, do you think you deserve a spanking?" I just stand there. They can see me thinking. Eventually, I just say yes. Eventually, my dad says "Well then I think you're going to get one." Then he just turns to my neighbor's dad and he's like waiting. So I'm standing there like thinking like "okay.... what? so ..... my neighbor's dad is really going to spank me? and while my dad like watches? how?" The man walks over to the door and locks it. And then my neighbor's dad says, "Well, you're a little big to go over my knee. Why don't you lie down on my bed?" I look over at it. We walk over towards it. I climb up onto it and lie down flat on my stomach. I fold my arms under my chest and head. I look back over my shoulder. I see my dad standing at the foot of the bed, and he looks like normal, like he's wearing a normal button-up shirt and khakis and a belt and shoes, but I guess I'm the one that feels like I'm not normal. And I see my neighbor's dad sitting on the bed next to me, and I see my shorts kind of pulled low from sliding onto the bed so this white line of my underwear waistband is showing a little. And then my neighbor's dad's hand is on my butt. It's just resting there. He asks my dad if it's been a while since I got a spanking, and my dad says it's been a long time. "I'm not going to make this hurt real bad, son," my neighbor's dad tells me. It feels weird to hear him call me son like my dad does sometimes, especially in front of my dad. And then there's a swat on my butt. It makes this whump sound against my shorts. Then he does three more. I'm still looking back at them looking at me, looking at my butt really. My dad says, "I don't think he can even feel that through those shorts." He and I make eye contact, and then we're both looking at my neighbor's dad. "You're right," he says. "Do you think I should pull these down?" My dad has his arms crossed now, and he nods yes. I feel the bed lean as my neighbor's dad's hands reach over and takes hold of my swishy shorts and slides them down off of me from under me and down the skin of my legs and off my feet. I feel weird being just in tighty whities. I look back at how they cling to my butt. As I'm wondering what it'll feel like, I realize that his fingers are holding my waistband and gripping them gently and rolling them down and over and out from under, and I'm watching my dad watch, and the briefs become just fabric at my ankles and then they're off and I'm lying there totally naked with my whole back side exposed. He's sitting next to me again, and he turns to my dad. "Has it been a while since you've seen him like this?" My dad answers back, "Not since he grew into a young man." I feel like young and old at the same time. I feel like I'm a movie as they both look down at my body. I feel like I really want to know what it's going to be like to get a sting on my naked ass and what my dad's face will look like. A hand rises up and moves towards me while my neighbor's dad says, "yeah, that's it. I'm gonna get him right in the cross hairs," as his finger trails the horizontal line under my curvy butt and then the vertical line going up between my legs that turns into the line down my butt. His finger just traces the t shape but makes contact, gently, sensually. I watch over my shoulder as my dad's eyes follow left to right and then down to up, and then I feel a big manly paw flat on my firm bubble. I kind of flex under it, involuntarily. Smack! Slap! Snap! The air cracks as my skin gets swatted right in that bullseye, and the sounds of the party below and outside kind of make it feel like I'm on view to all of suburbia. After each slap, his hand rests on the skin and holds it, like a drummer stopping a cymbal clash. The pressure and my reaction pushes my naked body into his bed, and my skin vibrates, and I look over my shoulder at them watching. Smack and a sting and his hand resting, palm to cheek, and his fingers squeezing barely and SMAK! And then it's over. He stopped. I didn't count them, but it felt quick even as each moment kind of stopped time in a jolt of pain and sensation. And then the hand wasn't on my butt anymore, and my neighbor's dad rotated his body back to my dad to talk to him. "Well, that ought to do it, but now he's probably nervous about standing up." My dad says, "yeah, well, he hasn't been naked in front of me for a long time." "And he might be a little aroused now," my neighbor's dad says. "That'll happen sometimes in a situation like this, sometimes." My dad asks me, "Son, are you nervous to get up now? Maybe you got a stiffy under there?" I don't know how to say yes with it asked like that, and I'm not exactly sure if I got stiff or what my dad will say or what his face will look like but now I'm standing and I'm naked and I have a semi and we're all looking at it and ... With the sounds of the party barely audible and a little breeze blowing in some smells from a grill, my neighbor's dad who saw me naked and then didn't see me naked in the dark says, "You should be proud of how your guy is growing. And you should be proud, too, young man, very proud." I realize that I'm growing up and out. But it's somehow like a laidback lockerroom. My dad smiles at me like I'm holding a blue ribbon down there. My dad says something about how I broke the rules and shouldn't really be blamed too much. "Well, really I blame you," the other man says. "Do you think you're a little responsible and maybe you should get some of the punishment?" My dad's a little nervous. They talk about his responsibility. He's unsure what's happening, and I can't really take it all in as I stand there nude and hard and then my dad is getting ready. His shoes are kicked off and his belt is shucked out and tossed on the floor and his pants are dropped to the floor and under his shirt tail his boxers are questioned and slid down and I can almost see the tops of the backs of his legs and he's naked from the waist down and flat on the bed in front of me and waiting for it and in front of me my interest goes up and up and up with each rush of blood. My neighbor's dad sits next to him and reaches over to take the tail of my dad's dress shirt and gingerly lift it up and aside to reveal my dad's butt and a little of his back, the small curve. His ass is plump. It's adult. It's muscular. It's kind of crooked from how his legs are, sort of sideways on the bed. My neighbor's dad stares down, examining. He lifts up a finger again and starts tracing the lines. "Yeah... X marks the spot," he says, drawing a line across the crease under the cheeks and then a diagonal, this time not up the legs but down the crack, and I find myself wanting him to stop and insert his hand between to separate my dad's legs and show me his balls. My dad turns back to see me thinking it, and then we hear, "I guess your boy's never seen you get a spanking?" My dad smiles, almost laughing, as he says, "No, he sure hasn't." I'm just staring like a deer in headlights, but I realize that I have a smile that I can't control any more than I can control how I'm pointing at them. My hands are frozen, unable to grab myself or rest on my hips or feel the goosebumps spiking out all over my chest and legs and shoulders. A SMAK!! breaks the stillness, and my dad makes a face of shock and then giggles. He winces as two more land and crack the air, and I see his ass start to redden. I'm wondering if he's getting it harder than I did and if I'm blushing behind myself. "It's getting hot in here," my neighbor's dad says, and he peels his shirt up and off his sweaty, hairy chest, over his firm, round shoulders and arms, and off his head. He's like smearing the sweat across his chest. I notice that my dad is staring, and I watch his eyes walk across skin. His eyes widen as the man returns, and a few more cracks split the air. My dad objects and says that he's getting more than I did. I listen as I'm instructed to lie down next to my father. I don't even question it. I crawl onto the bed and slowly stuff my stiff dick under my body. "Closer, get closer," he says, and we do, inching sideways until our nude hips and legs are almost pasted against each other. I feel my dad's butt's side touch mine and then I feel a hand. I flinch under it and immediately feel my dad flinching under another. Party sounds murmur outside as each loud spank barks. My dad and I like transformed into naughty, fidgeting, goofy, giggling guys, bumping butts between stings. We're making these noises in response to each swat. It's starting to sting, not just during but like my hide is tanned. That's something I've overheard some guys say before, but now I really understood it. I'm looking back at our butts that are getting red. And then he says that's it. He tells us we can get up. But we're just lying there, not getting up. My neighbor's dad says something about how we're both probably stiff under there, and he's like "as stiff as this" and shows us the outline of his hard cock in his shorts. He pulls them off, no underwear beneath, and leans back against his big wooden dresser with his big wood in his hand. My dad and I both get up onto our knees, butts up, and stand up. My dad's shirts is parted over his poker, and I'm staring as he unbuttons it and becomes fully naked like us. I'm looking, and my dad is letting me look, and my neighbor's dad is looking at how I'm looking. He's like, "not too shabby" and talking about how I'd be lucky to grow up to look like my old man. I'm looking at if my dick has a family resemblance. We had been focused on our backsides, but now we're all about our frontsides, stepping closer to each other and boldly holding our swords or letting them stand at attention. Then my neighbor's dad stabs at mine with his. I knock his back. Then my dad and I both decide to jab at each other and laugh. It feels weird to touch another penis but not so weird because it's with my penis. Then I notice how we all bob up almost simultaneously with a rush of blood to our show-offs. "What are we gonna do about these?" my dad says. My neighbor's dad lets the silence sit until I answer that "we better take care of them." Then we all start stroking, slowly, letting our balls bounce and tighten with a flex and bend it down or push into my hand and watch my dad stretch his out and I'm gripping. We stand in a circle or triangle, completely undressed, with the fluffy carpet between our toes and the party just outside. We're each enjoying the show and enjoying putting on a show too, I think. We step a little closer each time we shift our feet, and now our legs are almost touching and then I watch an arm each out to offer a hand, and it takes my dad's member and grips it and tugs. My dad watches me watch and shows me that he's going to reach out too and hold that thick man meat, and I watch them jerk each other. Then, my dad watches as the man's other hand reaches over to me, and I free my hand to allow it, and our eyes meet as I receive that touch and tugs and squeezes and sensuous fingers along my wet tip. He's jacking us both, and my dad is jacking him, and my curious free hand explores across and finds my father's thickness, and as I grip it I feel how it extends from between his legs. I pull him off his balance, jerking him forward. I paint his length with my palm as mine is. Slowly sliding down to the end of it, I'm like caressing the tip with my fingertip. As I pull, his hairy base and stomach and chest all stretch. He's breathing in and out. The hand on my hardon squeezes tight. My dad releases his grip, and his empty hand reaches towards me. I'm released, and I feel it's being gazed at and furiously beaten off to as the hand slow-motion arrives and wraps. We're tugging each other off, and my neighbor's dad loves what he's seeing. He pounds his flesh and finishes in his hand, stifling a moan between closed lips that he soon opens to take it in. My dad watches, and it's making him go wild. His other hand reaches behind me in a half-hug and lands on my still-sensitive rear. That sends me over, and I shoot without knowing it's happening. I hear my dad's voice give a "yeah" with grunts and moans, as he sprays our hands. I feel a drizzle on my chest and like it. We all keep tugging and touching. Standing the whole time felt a little weird but right. I couldn't believe it was happening, and I still can't believe it did but it was so amazing. Well, let me know what you think.