Date: Thu, 19 Jun 2014 13:00:09 -0700 From: - - Subject: Let's Take Off Those Pajamas 2 Let's Take Off Those Pajamas - Part 2 After my sleepover with dad, things kind of changed. We didn't make a big deal out the experience or even really talk about it all, but we were closer. I had jerked off with friends before, watching a porno together, and I kind of figured this was just like that. Maybe we'd jerk off next to each other some time again. I started thinking about it a lot. I wondered what he was thinking. The biggest change was in out day-to-day relationship. We used to have a lot of no-words conversations. We used to pass each other in the hallway without any kind of interaction. Like I said, I took care of myself. One day, I was eating breakfast and dad came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. I didn't hear him coming down the stairs. Or maybe he had been sleeping in the basement; sometimes that was the case. Anyway, his big hands on me were a surprise. I looked up at him. He squeezed me and then gave a pat on one shoulder. He asked me how I was, and instead of just grunting fine or okay I actually answered. "I'm good. How are you?" "Feeling alright, son. What are your plans for the day?" "Uh, I was going to go to the park for a while, but I still need to mow the lawn." "Oh, you go have fun. I'll do the lawn." "Thanks dad" That was really one of the longest and most comfortable conversations we had for months. We didn't share a lot of interests or do things together. "No problem," he said. On his way to the bathroom, he rested his hand on my back again, just like he had done that one night. I wondered what it was like for guys who had touchy-feely dads. One of my friends had a lot more of a hands-on relationship. I saw them hug, and his dad was always patting my friend on the chest, like whenever they made a joke. I sat there, eating my cereal and remembering what it felt like when my dad rubbed my back and when he patted my butt. As I remembered when he let me touch his butt, I got a major woody. I replayed it in my head and remembered the feeling of his skin on my hand. I gave my dick a few tugs through my sweatpants. Then I got worried that I might start to make a leak spot. I finished up and got dressed. I went to the park and met up with some friends. I spent the afternoon out, got some dinner, and then came home. Nobody was there. I turned on the lights and grabbed something to drink. When I sat down on the couch to watch some TV, I looked out at the lawn and noticed that it hadn't been mowed. I got a little mad. I could've done it today, but now I guess I'll have to do it tomorrow, and it's supposed to be really hot tomorrow. I'll sweat my balls off. I sat there for a while. Then I thought of something. A few hours later, my dad pulls into the driveway and comes through the front door. I'm standing there with my arms crossed and a stern expression on my face. "Hey Mike, how was your day?" he asks. "Dad, you said were going to mow the lawn today and you didn't." He looks at me. We're standing about a foot away from each other in the foyer. I think maybe he was out at a bar. He's wearing a dress shirt, khakis, and dress shoes. I'm in a Tshirt and sweatpants. "Oh, I'm sorry about that son. I just had to run some errands and then I guess I just forgot." He's smiling, with a guilty shrug of his shoulders. He's taller than me. I'm looking up at him, and I finally say, "I think you're going to have to be punished." I can't believe I'm trying this, but I'm really into it as it happens. Dad looks at me, with a sheepish grin. "Okay, whatever you think is a fitting punishment." I look at him for a moment, trying to keep my composure. The house is quiet and empty. I've been thinking about this all night. I step aside and tell him, "Go up to my room and wait for me there." He looks at me and tries not to smile. I watch his muscular frame step next to me and I go right ahead and stare at his firm butt as he climbs the stairs. His ass is really good. I take a minute to calm myself down before heading upstairs. I walk down the hall to my room and head in. Dad's standing there in the middle of the room, waiting patiently. It's a reversal of the few times when I got in trouble and he disciplined me. I close the door behind me and lock it. It feels a little over-dramatic, but I like it. I try not to smile; dad does the same. He watches me walk over to the bed and sit. "Okay, over my knee," I instruct. Dad gets into position as I scoot back. My right leg is up more and hanging, while my left foot is still touching the floor. It's like he's lying face-down on the bed, but I'm sitting underneath him. His knees are pointed out, and one of his feet was still on the floor. His chest was half on my lap and half on the bed to my left. He wore cologne, and I could smell it. This was probably the first time my dad was in my room in a year. I reached my arm around and under his chest and helped to hold him in place. His weight was against me. When I was younger, I used to imagine doing this. I used to switch places in my mind and imagine I was spanking him. I thought about how hard I'd do it. Now, it was real. Just as dad used to do me, I rested my hand against his butt. The fabric of his khakis felt stiff but also worn-in and soft. His shirt was tucked in, so his butt was on full-view. He walked around like that a lot. Dress pants can really make a man's butt look firm and big and muscular. Guys don't know how good they look. I rested my hand flat against his butt, held it firmly, and then raised it high. With a sharp SMACK noise, I gave him one. This was really happening. What was he thinking about this little game? He didn't say anything. Another spank and then another. He arched his butt up at me and said "Oh! ....mmm" and muffled his outbursts. After three slaps, I rested my hand down and rubbed a little circle on his butt. I was breathing intently, and I could feel myself stiffening. This fantasy-come-true was really so fucking hot I just couldn't believe it was real and that I made it happen. Slap! Slap! Then stroking his ass. Then a big spank! Then I rested my hand a little lower. Now I was holding the underside of his butt. I savored touching it. I held his wide, strong back in place. He kept his face down, staring at the floor or at my bed. He moaned, not really saying "Oww!" but almost. I held my hand against his butt, and I realized that he was not wearing underwear. There was no line beneath his pants, and I could feel it. He had nothing on underneath. He said he never wore underwear. I was wearing loose boxers under my sweatpants, and glad that I didn't wear anything tighter. I hadn't really thought about where this would go, but I decided then. "Okay, up on your feet," I ordered. He lifted himself up. I looked in his eyes. He was red in the face and trying not to smile still. I was licking my lips and swallowing, probably blushing and probably smiling a little. I stared at him and tried not to look down, playing my role. I said, "Take 'em off." I couldn't think of a better way to phrase it. I wanted to play with asking him if he deserved a slap across his bare ass, but I just sat there. He looked at me and smiled a little. He undid his pants and pushed them down to his knees. His shirt covered his nakedness in the front, just barely. Now, we had just jerked off together recently and slept naked next to each other, but this was somehow so different. I was telling him what to do. He was touching me with his whole body. I was rubbing his ass. And now his naked butt was placed before me like a golden platter. It was perfect. It was toned and muscular and round. He flexed it for me as he got into position. When he got fully against me and the bed, he wrapped his arm around my waist in the back. I wrapped my left arm around his chest again, but now it was more around his stomach. His shirt slid forward and up his torso. I could feel his fuzzy bellybutton with my fingers. The small of his back was exposed, with that line down the middle. His skin was smooth, but he had hairy legs. The most amazing part was that he had positioned himself so his dick was hung between my legs. I could feel the flesh between my thighs. My balls were getting full and achy. My dick snaked up and rested against my thigh, against his dick, against his bare skin and balls and pubes. I sat there for a few seconds after he got into position. I was thirsty. I was staring at his ass, almost shiny. The skin was tight against the muscles beneath. I slid my hand up his hairy leg to rest on his firm ass. I could feel and hear him inhale and tense at my touch. I glided my hand around in a circle. I quickly lifted and slapped down once. The noise was a snap, like a whip, against his skin. He shoved forward, thrusting his hips into mine. I rested my hand down and rubbed. I patted twice, slowly. I loved it when he did that to me. I gently squeezed a cheek and felt my dad push his body against mine, squeezing his arm around my back. His feet stood erect at the foot of the bed. His right hand steadied against my leg, and that was so hot. His fingers squeezing my calf muscle; his elbows around my knee. I thrust my dick forward into him, just barely, under his weight. He returned the pressure. As my hips came forward, my legs came together. "Hmmmm...." dad moaned. I realized that I was squeezing his huge manly member between my thighs. I shifted, and I could feel him against my dick. I wanted our naked bodies pressed against each other. I could feel the slick moisture at the tip of my dick. There was no sheet covering us now. There was no more game or explanation. There was just his dick out and grinding against my sweats while I massaged his ass. Slap! again and another muffled moan as I squeezed his dick. Smack! I picked up the pace and was squeezing faster with my legs while he hugged me tighter. My hand was free to slap and rub and hold his legs. I took one finger and trailed it around and then down the center. I could sense the shiver it gave him as his body tensed up and then curved down to relax against my soft bed. I could hear him biting his teeth. My finger tickled his hole and trailed down to his balls. I could feel the firm muscle of his dick curving under his body and up to the hot, wet tool between our legs. I held his ass in place and slapped it, but then I went right back to rubbing it. I could feel my own ass under me, against the soft bed, wishing it was getting a bare spanking. I couldn't take it anymore. My dick was sliding and slipping so much and being squeezed by my dad's free cock rubbing between us. "Dad, I'm gonna cum," I whispered, breathing heavy. "Just do it, son. Can I shoot on you?" "Yes, yes. Do it. I can feel it." "Oh god I love you son. Touch me!" "Your ass is so hot!" I leaned down and kissed it. "Oh god, Mikey! Rub that dick against me! Grab my ass!" I held his bare butt in my hand and squeezed it, rubbed it, slapped it. I pressed my thumb against his hole and reached my fingers down to his balls. He angled up onto his knees, still sliding his dick between my thighs. I kissed his ass again. The skin was so soft and sweet. I guess we were getting a little sweaty. We were both moaning loudly. Our dicks were grinding against each other. My crotch was soaking, and there was a wet spot between my legs on the bed. His shirt slid up to his armpits and fell onto his head. I leaned back and thrust my legs up to him. Finally we tensed and squeezed and shot. I could feel squirt after squirt shooting out into my pants, and I tightened my grip against his slippery dick. To my surprise, he laid back down against the sloppy mess. We exhaled and felt the heat emanating from our chests. Dad leaned over to me, now with one foot down on the ground, and got his face up to mine. We each slowly pursed our lips and gently kissed. From then on, occasionally, when we were alone, maybe in the morning or before bed, just give each other a little kiss. More to come, I think. I'd love to hear any feedback. And make a donation to nifty!