Date: Mon, 08 Aug 2016 00:26:56 -0400
From: Leo Rysing <leorysing (at) protonmail.com>
Subject: Tales of Boys and Men: 01-My Best Friend's Dad

Tales of Boys and Men - Story1 - "My Best Friend's Dad"
(M/b)
by Leo Rysing (LeoRysing at  protonmail -dot- com)

Preface:
This is the first in a series of stand alone stories.  They
can be read in any order.  They are connected only by a
common theme.  All are tales about boys (males under 18)
having early, consensual experiences with adult men (males
18 or over).  Most are based on true experiences or at
least experiences that were related to me as true.  I
cannot verify if they really happened, nor do I need to.
They are stories.  If they feel true, that is enough.  Most
of the men who shared them asked to remain anonymous.  Take
them as true or false, as you wish.

Introduction:

When the guy told me this story it was clearly something he
remembered fondly, and yet he had never shared it with
anyone.  The reason, he said, was not shame or regret, but
that people would not understand.

As I plied him for details he gradually opened up and told
me more and more.  In the end, I felt I knew enough to
write it up as a story (with his permission) and he seemed
pleased to have finally been able to share this boyhood
experience, after so many years, without fear his pleasant
memory would be trampled on.

Our storyteller grew from the innocent boy described here
to become a proud veteran and a defiant, conservative old
guy.  He lived a basically straight life and did not
consider himself gay.

I've written this story in his voice, trying to preserve
his unique way of telling his tale.

----

"My Best Friend's Dad"

This would've happened about 1956 when I was around 11-
years-old.

I'm 72 now,  my kids are grown, my wife has passed and I
don't much care what people think about what I did.  I
never would have thought I'd find myself talking about this
stuff, but at this point, it's just nice to remember.

I had a best friend named Jimmy and I was called Danny at
that age (Dan or Daniel later).

I was a baby-boomer.  My dad had returned from WWII and
taken a civil service job.  He was a good man, hard working
and took care of us just fine, but he and I were not very
close.  That actually seemed normal at that time.  Moms
raised kids, Dads worked.  Anyway he was a tough guy and
wanted me to be a tough guy.  He did not coddle.  He was
strict and quick to anger.  Mind you, I still loved him and
miss him now, but we were not close until later years when
we related more as adults.  When I was growing up he worked
constantly, left the kid rearing to mom and just never had
any time for me, except when mom called him in to give me a
whoopin'.

Jimmy's dad, on the other hand, was very different.

For one thing, he was home a lot.  He worked for some kind
of architectural firm.  Sometimes he'd go into the main
office but often he worked out of his house.  He'd get
these big stacks of paper from surveyors that he turned
into elevations for construction sites.  I didn't really
understand it then, barely understand it now, and all I
knew was it had something to do with making drawings from
this data and then his company used that to start the
process of making buildings.

Jimmy's family had a lot more money than we did.  His house
was nicer than ours but in particular they also had a
swimming pool, a luxury we could only dream about.

Naturally, when the weather was warm and we were out of
school we spent a lot of time in the pool.  Sometimes
Jimmy's dad would join us.  He was a really nice guy,
outgoing and a lot of fun.  He'd toss us around and play
with us kids for a bit... nothing odd or unusual.  He was a
just a typical 1950's American dad with a normal 1950's
American family.

I really liked him.  He was always very nice to me.  Unlike
my dad he had more time for his family and seemed to
actually enjoy spending time with his kids.

My summer job was mowing lawns.  During one particularly
hot summer I was mowing a lawn and so fried afterward I
told my mom I wished I could go over and swim in Jimmy's
pool.  Problem was Jimmy was out of town, off with his mom
and sisters visiting someplace.  Mom mentioned that Jimmy's
dad (let's call him "Mr. Phillips") was still here because
he had to work and couldn't go on the trip.  Maybe he'd let
me come over and swim?

She called their house and got no answer so she called him
at work and he said he'd be home soon and it would be fine
with him if I came over to use the pool.

I waited a bit till he called that he was home, then jumped
on my bike and rode over.

He let me in, said he had work to do but was fine with me
swimming there.

I had brought my pool bag and it had my towel stuffed in
it, but it was only then I realized I didn't have my
bathing suit.  Well, that had happened before. Usually I'd
just wear one of Jimmy's, except this time when I check in
Jimmy's room I couldn't fine one.  Either Jimmy had taken
his trunks with him on the trip or his mom had put them in
the laundry or something.  I didn't know what but there
wasn't nobody to ask and no trunks in the house for a boy
to use.

I was about to ride back home when Mr. Phillips said,
"Danny, you know the girls are gone and the pool's private,
you don't need trunks to go swimming here."

Of course he was suggesting I could just swim naked.

Today that might seem like an odd thing for a man to
suggest to a boy, but back then it was the normal way boys
usually swam.  I'd taken swim lessons at the YMCA and all
the boys swam naked there.  Yes, really.  Swim suits were
not permitted.  That was the policy.  Some people think
that's weird now and some people don't believe it, but it's
true.  In 1956, if you were a boy or a man, you swam naked
at the Y with all the other boys and men.  Naked was just
how normal guys swam.

So it's not like I'd never swam naked before, but I had not
been swimming at the Y since I was like, 7-or-8-years-old.
I was 11 now, going on 12!  I was a bit more aware of
things.  Besides that, I was just a bit uncomfortable about
being the only one naked, and alone, in front of Mr.
Phillips.  If Jimmy had been there with me and we were
swimming together, well, that might've been different.  I
just felt weird about being naked and alone in front of my
best friend's dad.

"That's okay, Mr. Phillips..." I wavered, "I can bike back
home and get it."   I was thinking the bike ride to fetch
my suit wasn't all that far.

Well, he seemed to pick up on my concern.

"Look, if it'll make you feel better, how about I take a
break for a bit and join you for a swim?  Would that make
you feel better, having a little company?"

Wow!  He was gonna swim naked too!  Even though I'm sure he
had a suit there at his house, he was willing to do that
for me just so I wouldn't be alone!

Now I liked Mr. Phillips a lot, and I trusted him, but I'd
never seen him naked.  The idea of seeing my friend's dad
in the nude had a very curious effect on me.  I got a
really funny feeling thinking about it, and as I thought
about it I just blurted out...

"Yeah, that'd be great!"

Don't know why but the words just popped right out of my
mouth before I realized it.

He went into his bedroom to change (put his clothes up I
guess) and while he was gone I stripped down, rinsed off in
the outdoor shower they had beside the pool, and jumped in
before he could get back and see me naked out of the water.
I didn't want Mr. Phillips to see me naked yet because,
truth be told, I was boning up a little!  For some reason
thinking about being alone and naked with a grown man, just
me and him, was given me with a woody.

He came back wearing a robe and flip-flops.  He went to one
of the patio lounge chairs they had around the pool for
laying back and sunning yourself... kicked off his flip-
flops and dropped his robe on the lounge chair just as
casual as can be.

And there he was, my best friend's dad, standing outside in
broad daylight, totally naked in front of me.

Well, of course, I stared because you know, here was my
best friend's dad all naked!

Jimmy's dad was my vision of what a "real man" looked like
in the 1950's.  He was muscular, but not in a body-builder
way.  He was hairy in the natural way "real men" were hairy
back then.  This was way before "manscaping."  He had a
well defined chest and a firm, flat stomach.  No beer gut.
He was fit as they come.

I also noticed he had a very impressive, man-size dick
hanging down there.  It looked thick and meaty and hung
heavy in front of a low hanging pair of swinging balls.  I
think he was uncut.  I say "I think" because even though he
didn't have any skin sticking over the end and you could
clearly see the head of his cock and pee slit, the skin of
his shaft covered up and around the crown of his dick head
so that only part of his cock head was visible.

As he dropped his robe I noticed he casually grabbed his
cock and gave his skin a gentle tug back, fully exposing
the head.  Now it looked just like mine, only a lot bigger.

Even though I'd see men naked at the Y before I'd never
paid any attention to them.  Now, for some reason, I was
very fascinated by Mr. Phillip's dick.  Call it boyish
curiosity, but I liked looking at his thing.

As he turned toward the pool I quickly looked away before
he could catch me staring and a moment later he dived into
the water.

At first he just started off swimming back and forth --
you'd call them laps if the pool were bigger.  We started
talking a bit and after that everything just sort of went
back to being like always.  My boner went away and it was
just like any normal swim.

And that would probably be the end of this story, if it
weren't for me and what I did.

At first there was no physical contact between us, but I
wanted to play like we usually did in the pool when Jimmy
was here.  That always involved a lot of horsing around
with him throwing us and stuff.  Only since we were both
naked I didn't know if that would be okay and I wasn't sure
how to start it.  So I started getting closer to him as he
swam past.

I started it.  As he was standing there talking I wrapped
my arms around his neck like I normally did.  He smiled,
knowing what I wanted, and gave me a toss.

Just like always, we got to horsing around in the water
like when Jimmy was there.  He'd throw me or we'd wrestle a
bit,  just like usual, only we were both naked.

At first I remember being very careful not to let our
bodies accidentally touch too much.  Then he'd throw me and
I'd come back and grab hold of him around his neck or
shoulders, you know, normal places to grab someone in a
pool, and we'd be all over each other like normal, except
we were naked.  But you know what -- neither of us seemed
to care!

It was really no different than what we'd done at other
times, at least it wasn't, until my mind got to thinking in
naughty ways.  I got to thinking about us both being naked.
I got to wondering what a man's body felt like.  I got to
thinking about that dick of his I'd seen.

My dick, with a mind of its own, gradually started to go
all stiff again, but instead of pulling away to make sure
he didn't notice, I got this weird hankering to press up
against him more and more, like I wanted him to notice it.
My shyness got overpowered by some other feeling I had, a
feeling I didn't really understand it.

All I knew was it felt good to press against him, naked
skin to naked skin, my firm little boy part against his
firm, masculine body.  There was something about the
sensation of my naked boy flesh pressed against his naked
man body that I just got to craving.

We kept playing, I kept testing the limits of how much
contact I could get away with.

I began rubbing up against him more and more.  I'd get on
his back and wrap my legs around his hips.  This pressed my
little boy part up against his skin but not in a way I
thought he'd notice.  I found myself "accidentally" rubbing
my groin against him as we'd struggle and play.

I climb up his back and sat on his shoulders.  Of course,
this pushed my stiffie right into his neck, but he never
said anything about it.

I didn't know why I was doing it.  All I knew was it felt
good.  I had no sexual concept to what I was doing.  In a
way, it was totally innocent on my part.

At that age I really didn't know anything about sex, didn't
know why it felt good to rub against him.  I just knew I
liked having my bare boy-part touching Mr. Phillips naked
skin, so I kept doing it and finding ways to do it more,
hoping he wouldn't notice.

I kept pushing the bounds, expecting him to eventually pull
away from me or gently push me back and say something like,
"Okay, I think that's enough," something like that.  Some
kind of hint or indication that I should "back off."

But he never did.  It never happened.  No matter how far I
went he never did anything to stop me or indicate he had a
problem with what I was doing.  It was like he didn't even
notice, and that just made me get bolder.

I got in front of him, wrapped my arms around his neck and
my legs around his hips.  He took hold of my hips to throw
me, as usual, but I tightened my legs around his waist.
This pressed my firm young boy dick right into his lower
stomach, just above his groin.  I could actually feel the
hair of his pubes rub between my legs.

His hands went to my bare bottom to hold my weight, as they
would have if I'd had my suit on.  But I didn't have a suit
on, and instead I felt this man's firm, bare hands on my
naked boy bottom.  It felt nice.

In this position, and many others, we wrestled and
struggled playfully, and nothing was said about the
increasingly intimate levels of contact I was making with
him.

Of course by now this naked body contact had my 11-year-old
boy dick stiff as could be.  There was no hiding it and I
made no effort to do so.

Crazy as it sounds, I still don't think it was anything
really sexual.  It was just responding to this good
feeling.  Not like I wanted to do anything sexual with him
or anything.  Hell, at that age I had no idea what I
would've done.  I was just reacting to the physical
contact.  I think it was just a normal reaction any boy
would have in a situation like this.

At least that what I thought at the time.

What's interesting is that, by this point, I was so very
comfortable being naked with Mr. Phillips, I didn't care if
he noticed I had a boner.  In fact, I think a part of me
was actually wanting him to notice.  I wanted something
more to happen, I didn't know what, so I was being the
aggressor.  I wanted to see how far I could push it.

But since he never said a word about it or did anything to
make me stop I figured he wasn't even aware of what I was
doing.  Later, of course, I realized he must have been very
aware, he just choose not to say anything to avoid
embarrassing me.

Meanwhile, I was getting more and more aggressive in our
horseplay, and no matter how far I went, he didn't say
anything, and I wanted more.

How bold was I getting?  Well, like I said early on, I was
curious what his dick might feel like, so I decided to find
out.

I began letting my leg "accidentally" slide between his
legs as we played, then I'd push my upper thigh so it would
brush up against his cock and balls so I could feel them.

At one point in our playing around, I got REALLY bold!  I
went under the water, swam between his legs and as I did I
reached up and "accidentally" grabbed hold of his cock and
balls with my hand and squeezed it.  Yes, I fully grasped
this man's dick, just for a moment, but it was a good,
solid feel.

Well, this time when I came up and looked at Mr. Phillips,
something was different.

Mr. Phillips was looking at me with this very odd look and
I thought for sure I'd finally gone too far.  After all,
that was a full on hand grab.  No way I could pretend it
was an accident.  This was it, I figured, he's gonna tell
me to stop.

"You know..." he said, as I prepared for him to tell me to
be more respectful, "Two can play that game!"

With that he lunged forward, reached out and pulled me into
his arms!

He pulled me back up against him with his left arm around
my chest, holding me tightly with my back against his body.
As he did his right hand reached around and grabbed my
entire set of boy parts, my whole young dick and balls, and
cupped them in his palm.  In a way it was just like I'd
grabbed him, only his dick was bigger than my hand, and his
hand was bigger than my junk!

I was startled as he cupped my boyhood, but pleased!  I
yelped in laughter.  This was just what I wanted him to do.

He tickled me all over as I laughed, then he threw me, as
he'd done so many times before, but this time he cupped his
hand right around my boy parts, then put the palm of his
hand under me, between my legs, and pushed me off and out
high in the air!

I never had so much fun!

At this point I realized we both knew what was going on.  I
also knew, somehow, that what we were doing was actually
just a little bit naughty!

What had started out with each of us trying so hard not
have any body contact with the other, gradually became both
of us very freely grabbing and touching with no boundaries
and nothing off limits.

For him, maybe it really was just horseplay.  For me, it
was more.

I was curious.  I was exploring.  I think he knew that, and
he let me do it, without making me feel ashamed or
embarrassed about it.

Don't care what politically correct types would say, wasn't
nothing wrong with what we did there in the pool that day.
That was just guys being guys, something I think we've
lost.

These days you just can't explain this kind of thing to
people, but when I was growing up it just felt like this is
how guys horse around.

Well, this went on for awhile -- a no-holds-barred approach
to wrestling and tossing and tagging and just plain having
fun.  There was no jerking off, no sucking or anything like
that.  Just a lot of open, guy-to-guy grab-ass touching.

Of course, eventually we had to stop.

Mr. Phillips finally gave me the "time-out" sign.  He'd had
enough, he was tired and needed to stop.  I protested, I
was having fun, I wanted to keep playing this game, but he
got out of the water.

They had a refrigerator on their back deck.  I watched him
as he got out of the pool and walked naked to the fridge
with his large manly dick bouncing in front of him the
whole way.

Yeah, bouncing! The man was stiff.  (No surprise, really!)
His manhood stuck out in front of him half-hard.

He took out a beer and when he turned back I could clearly
see his thing sticking out way more than when he'd first
got undressed.  He was stiff, but just like me, no longer
seemed to care if I saw him that way.

He moved over to one of the lounge chairs and laid back,
looking tired.  His half-hard dick fell back up along his
stomach as he lay there, pointing toward his chin.

I'd never seen an adult with a woody, even if it was just a
semi!  I didn't say anything, but I was intrigued.  I
watched him like a hawk the whole way and knew I wasn't
done playing yet.

Because of how friendly and physical we'd been in the pool,
I felt bold enough to take it just a step further.

I got out of the water, my own stiff, hairless little boy
boner poking straight up and out.  I moved over to where he
was and then softly threw myself on top of him, snuggling
up against him like a gentle, loving attack.

"Careful!  Hurt a guy doing that!" he protested, to my
laughter.  "You wore me out, boy."

As he lay on his back I lay naked on top of him, both of us
tired and breathing heavily.

God, I felt so close to him that day.  My face was just
above his stomach, my hard dick in the empty space between
his thighs.

He drank more of his beer then set it aside.

He dropped his head back on the recliner but brought his
warm arms up and wrapped them around me in a warm embrace.

It was the most loving, fatherly hug I'd ever known.

Naked hugs are the best!

At that moment I felt really close to him, much closer, in
fact, than I'd ever felt to my own father.  We had just
shared something intimate between "just us guys," and I
felt this intense rush of love for the man.

I think now a large part of the love I felt was because I
was really feeling horny for him, but I didn't know about
that back then.  I just felt love for him and I wanted to
hold him, and be held by him.

As he held me I scooted up, putting my head on his chest so
that he rested his chin on my head.  This also put my boy
dick directly on top of his adult man-cock.

He didn't push me away, just held me lovingly, as if I were
his own son and there was nothing strange about us laying
there naked together in an intimate embrace.  I felt like
his teddy bear.

I snuggled against him and, quite unconsciously, gently
rocked my hips.

Our interaction smoothly changed from the rough-and-tumble
of the pool to a more restful and intimate moment.

He began to rub my back with the tips of his fingers.  He
ran them gently down my neck and down my spine, passing his
touch lightly over the surface of my very soft, very smooth
boy skin.

It felt good.

His fingers traced lower until they were soon moving over
my soft, naked butt.  The gentle caress of his fingertips
over my bottom made my hips instinctively rock again.  For
some reason they just moved that way on their own.
Unconsciously, I began grinding my bare boy dink against
his naked manhood, moving in response to this good feeling.

He reached a little lower, about as low as he could from
the position we were in, and I felt his fingers slip
intimately in between the backs of my thighs.

It was wonderful.

I can't even tell you how good this felt to me as a boy.
I've slept with many women but the warmth and security I
felt as a young boy being held so lovingly in this man's
gentle arms is unlike anything else I've known.  I felt
safe, protected and cared for.

This went on for awhile; me with my eyes closed, laying
against him, our naked bodies pressed together lovingly as
he gently caressed me up and down, smoothly running his
hands over my back while my hips rocked and rubbed my naked
boyhood against his firm and hairy man flesh.

I was so relaxed I could've fallen asleep like this.  But
that's not what happened.

Instead, I found my hips rocking more intensely, as if they
had a mind of their own.  I was now firmly rubbing my own
stiff member against the naked cock of my best friend's
dad.

I understood nothing of the sexual context of this.  All I
knew was it felt nice.

While I had no idea what I was doing Jimmy's dad had
surely, at this point, begun to realize my actions were
going beyond innocent.

After several moments Jimmy's dad hugged me close and very
softly whispered in my ear, "Maybe we should call it a day
here.  I need to get back to work, okay?  How 'bout we call
it quits, huh?"

He moved his hands to push me off and get up.

"No!" I said, aggressively.   I didn't want this to stop.
It felt too good.

Just like in the pool I locked my legs around his, making
it impossible for him to stand.

Okay, I say "impossible" but he was an adult man and I was
an 11-year-old kid.... I'm sure he could've over powered me
if he'd really wanted to, but I guess he didn't really want
to.

He just laughed.

When he spoke, his voice was soft. "Oh come on now, we've
had a good time.  Let's call it quits."

I locked him down even tighter.

"No, please.  Don't go."

He laughed, just a little bit.  Not mean, just clearly
understanding the urgent need in my feelings better than I
did.

"Ohhh, Danny...." he sighed as his fingers again began
gentle caressing my back.

He sighed once more.  "I guess I could put up with a little
bit more."

I wrapped my arms around him as best I could and hugged
him.

I had this strangely intense love for him, like I'd never
felt before.  I didn't understand it.  I just wanted to hug
him and hold him and feel us pressed nakedly into one
another as my hips kept up that slow, gentle rocking...
although now they seemed to be moving a little bit faster,
gaining speed a bit.

His fingers, the gentle touch of those soft fingertips
gently caressing my bare skin, my back and my butt and my
inner thighs and.... oh my God, it just felt so good!

I let out a squeaky little boy whimper.

And then my hips were grinding faster....thrusting my
hairless, pre-pubescent young boy dick against his big,
hairy sword of a man tool.

A funny feeling began to grow inside me.... I couldn't stop
moving my hips and I felt this growing pleasure rising.  My
breathing got faster, I felt strange all over.

Something was happening, I didn't know what, but I couldn't
stop myself.  I felt this swelling in my groin, like I
suddenly needed to pee or something, but I couldn't stop.

All at once an incredible explosion of intensity and
pleasure took over my body.....   what was happening????

I pushed harder, pressing my dick as firmly as I could
against him, and I felt this incredible sensation rip
through me.  I shivered, I quaked, I gasped repeatedly for
breath!

I moaned and I whimpered like the child I was and in every
way probably made all those pathetic little-boy sounds a
boy makes when he feels his first every orgasm.

Of course I was too young to sperm on him, that was still a
couple years away.

Even though the result of all this rubbing and grinding was
as dry as a boy's bone could be, I had my first ever orgasm
that day, rubbing my bare little boy dick against the
hairy, naked cock of my best friend's dad.

Not the way you'd expect a straight man to start off his
sex life, is it?

The feeling wracked through me and for several moments I
lost all track of time.

Only when the explosion in my loins began to subside did I
suddenly start to think about what I'd just done.  I mean,
damn, what had happened?

Fact was I had no idea!  No one had done any sex talk with
me, I didn't understand cumming or dry cumming, I knew
nothing of masturbation or orgasms.  All I knew was
whatever I had just done, I felt for sure it was something
bad and I should NOT have just done that on my best
friend's dad!

He'd probably tell my dad about my nasty deed.... I'd get a
good ass whipping and I'd deserve it too for being such a
sinful little bugger.

I have a gap in my memory after the moment I had that
orgasm.  I have no recollection between the intense
explosion of pleasure while being held so lovingly in this
man's arms, and then....

I was crying and repeating the same words over and over
again....

"I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry...  please don't be mad.... I'm
sorry I didn't mean to do it, it was an accident!  I'm
sorry Mister Phillips, please don't tell."

While I had no idea what I was apologizing for I just knew,
I mean I really KNEW, I'd done something very, very wrong.
Something naughty and nasty that a boy should not do.

Mr. Phillips held me tightly in his arms and whispered
softly in my ear with the most comforting tone a man could
have.

"Hey, hey.... it's okay... it's okay.   Don't say that.
It's okay.  You've got nothing to be sorry about...  You
didn't do anything wrong.  What are you sorry about?"

I didn't answer, I didn't know what to say.

He held me tightly, my naked boy body still pressed against
him and I could feel his own cock was still hard and firm
as ever while mine was now softening in fear.

"It's okay," he continued to whisper softly to me.  "You
didn't do anything wrong.  Everything is fine, okay?"

I managed to nod, if he said it was okay, fine.  I still
couldn't speak.

"That felt good, didn't it?" his words to me were soft.

I nodded again between my sobs.

"You liked it?"

I didn't want to admit it, but of course I had.  He didn't
need me to answer.

"Then don't worry about it, Danny.  There's nothing wrong
with that."

I sniffled.

I didn't know exactly what had happened, but somehow I just
knew, it had something to do with sex.... and a boy should
not be having sex with another guy.

"Please, Mr. Phillips.... Promise you won't tell anybody!"
I implored.  "Please?"

I just had to make sure nobody ever found out!

I was very worried that even if he were being nice to me
now he might say something to my parents or to Jimmy....  I
couldn't stand the idea of Jimmy knowing I'd done this!

"Of course, I won't tell anybody," he said softly,
respectfully.  "This is a private thing between you and me.
Okay?"

I nodded, tearfully.  "Okay."  I knew I'd never tell anyone
and just wanted to make sure he wouldn't either.

He held me there until I calmed down.

By the time I went home I was feeling okay again, although
of course I would never forget what had happened.

Epilogue

True to his word, Mr. Phillips never said a word to anyone
about what we'd done, although there was one more thing...

It was several months later and one Saturday I was at
Jimmy's house hanging out with him.  His sister and mother
were gone and he and I were hanging out in his bedroom
playing something or other and had the door open.

I heard something from the hallway and when I looked up
there was Mr. Phillips standing naked in the doorway.  He
had just woke up and wasn't aware I was there.  He was just
walking from his bedroom to the bathroom and looked in the
room and saw us.

"DAD!"  Jimmy freaked out.  "What are you doing?  Danny's
here!"

Mr. Phillips had a look of no-concern-whatsoever.

"Yeah, I see that." he said casually.  "So? Just us guys
here today," he continued.  "And I'm sure I don't have
anything Danny hasn't seen before."

And as he said that, Mr. Phillips glanced my way, and
winked.

I couldn't help myself.  I just grinned.

Although nothing had been said in the weeks since what we'd
done, I realized Mr. Phillips and I now shared a very
special, secret bond between us.  It made me feel very
special.

Mr. Phillips casually continued on to the bathroom.

"Gawd, I'm sorry about that," Jimmy began apologizing.
"that's so embarrassing.  He does that sometimes, but
usually it's just us around."

"It's okay," I answered.  "Does your dad walk around naked
a lot?"

"Sometimes.  Not so much when the girls are here and never
when there's anyone else around.  Guess he figures you're
like family."

I smiled and felt very warmed by that.

"You go around naked, you know, at home?" I asked my
friend.

"Sometimes, if it's just dad and me.  It's no big deal."

Jimmy paused then, as if sharing a big secret,  "Sometimes
we swim naked in the pool when it's just us, like it was
the Y or something."

I'd seen Jimmy naked many times over the years as we'd
grown up and now I immediately pictured my friend and his
father nude together in their pool.  I found myself
wondering how intimate the two of them had been and
wondering if I might ever have a chance to join them.

"You think that's weird?" Jimmy said shyly in response to
my sudden silence.

I just shook my head.

"Naw," I answered.  "That's cool.  I think it's great.
Wish I could do that."

That was the end of the subject that afternoon, and
although more happened later, this is as good a place as
any to end this story.