Date: Wed, 3 Jun 2020 01:29:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Naked Sleepover

I was about to have my first sleep over. You'd think I would've had one
before but it just never happened. Why sleep over if you can just walk
home in two minutes? But I'm glad my first one was with Sean, cause he's
nice.

I knew not to call it a slumber party. That was just girls. I knew that
you didn't just go to sleep, that you stayed up late and did stuff. I
knew that older kids might smoke drugs or drink alcohol, but I didn't
think my friend Sean would expect me to have any or that he'd bring any,
even though he is a little older.

He used to live by me, and we were friends, even though he wasn't in my
grade, but then he moved away for a few years, but now he's living with
family close again, so he called me. It was him who asked about sleeping
over instead of just hanging out during the day.

I showed him my room, and he said "Whoa! That's your bed?!" He was
amazed. It's just a double, but it must've seemed huge to him. We had
this extra mattress in a closet, and I was gonna sleep on that and give
Sean my bed, but he wouldn't let me. He said he thought he'd just be
sleeping on the floor anyway, and he said it'd be kind of weird if anyone
found out.

I told him my dad's bed was really big, king size. He wanted to see, so I
showed him. I wasn't trying to show off, but it felt like I was bragging,
and I didn't want him to feel bad. He just said I was lucky to have it so
good.

For dinner, Dad let us eat pizza in my room while we watched a movie and
Dad went out for a while. He told us not to get into any trouble, but I
couldn't even really think of any trouble we could've gotten into. We
just talked about school and movies and music and sports and what he's
been doing. We played video games and cards.

So then even though it was a Friday and we were going to be doing a
sleepover, Dad said for us to get ready for bed. "I'll be asleep but I
want lights out at midnight, guys."

So I brushed my teeth and flossed and washed up, and then when Sean came
back from the bathroom, I was naked.

"Whoa sorry," he said, but I just stood there. I was confused. He said,
"I thought you were getting changed."

"No, I am changed. For bed..." I said.  Then he was confused.

"You sleep like that?"
"Yeah... don't you? What do you sleep in?"

"Like shorts or pajama pants, man. Jeez, good thing it's just me here.
You never had anyone sleep over before?  Or stayed over at anyone's
house?  Or went to camp?"

He took his jeans off and changed into some old sweatpants that were cut
into shorts while he told me that I couldn't just strip naked like that
if I got invited to sleep over somebody's house or if somebody was
sleeping over mine, that I'd freak them out.

He was just talking to me like he always did, helping me out by
explaining stuff. He was older and wiser by several months. He said if I
ever sleep over to not even call it a sleep-over, that it sounds dumb,
"and don't bring anything dumb or wear anything dumb or say anything that
could get you made fun, and don't be the first to fall asleep."

Then Dad comes in, and he's wearing a robe. He never wore one before. I
didn't even know he had one. I'm still just standing there with nothing
on, but that isn't really weird for me and Dad, but I guess Sean thought
it was weird. He kind of stared. My dad didn't say anything except "Don't
stay up too late and don't get loud in here. Okay? Goodnight."

Sean said, "I still can't believe that's your dad. He looks more like my
older brother." My dad was like 19 or something when I was born and looks
young for his age (I do too). He always looked the youngest of all the
parents at anything. And Sean was like the youngest of like 7 or
something, some half and some step, but all older. I never met Sean's
dad, and I don't think he ever saw much of him either. He wasn't around.

"Should I put something on?" I asked. I didn't want him to be freaked
out. I couldn't tell what he was thinking.

Sean looked at me standing there and said, "uh... yeah. But like, it's
kind of cool that you're not embarrassed or anything. A lot of guys are
real pussies about that shit, in locker rooms and shit."

So I put on underwear. At that point I was wearing boxers, which Sean
said was okay for sleeping but you can't just walk around in them or in
longjohns or anything with a fly like that, like if you sleep over and
have breakfast in the morning. It'd be weird to put jeans on but you
can't just wear boxers, so you need to at least bring some shorts or
sweatpants.

On TV and in the movies, they always wear full pajamas and then a robe
over it with the robe's rope thing tied up and then slippers, but I
thought all that was just for TV, not real. Not that Dad was wearing
pajamas though; you could tell he didn't have anything on under that dumb
robe or at least no shirt, and it wasn't the long kind of robe. It only
went down around his knee.

Anyway, TV is full of shit. Like how if somebody rips his pants he's
always wearing boxer shorts with little red hearts, always.
Or if somebody on TV is in just underwear then it's always boxers but you
can see that he is wearing something else under them too.

So I didn't know what was weird, but Sean did. When we went to sleep and
were talking, he kept asking questions about it. "So if I wasn't here and
it was just a normal night, your dad would've just come in with nothing
on?"

I told him yeah, and that it's just always been like that. I could just
see him thinking. And instead of talking about random stuff or making
jokes until we feel asleep, he just kept asking questions:

"How early do you like get ready for bed like that?
What about in the morning; do you just stay like that?
Do you eat breakfast together like that?
What if there was a fire and you had to run out onto the lawn like that?"

I turned the light out at midnight like Dad said, and we kept talking. I
was staring at the ceiling. We talked, kind of whispering. He told me
that's what guys do like at camp or if you're sleeping over.

"Hey... you wanna play a game?" Sean asked. I asked what game we could
play now, and he said Truth or Dare. I asked if that was a dumb game or
like just for girls but he said it was okay. I said okay but we can't
wake up my dad or maybe he wouldn't let Sean sleep over again some time.

So we started. I said Truth, and he asked me if I had sex yet. I
definitely hadn't. He said that was okay. I asked if he had, but he said
that wasn't fair even though we were already talking about stuff that
afternoon anyway. It had to be for Truth but then he said Dare but I
couldn't think of anything. I knew it was supposed to be like
embarrassing or something you wouldn't do. I kind of didn't want to make
him feel bad, and I didn't want to have to go downstairs for anything.

So he said okay Truth and I just asked him again. "Okay, well... No. But
almost one time," he said. I couldn't believe that he had even almost
done it.

Then I said Truth. Sean said, "okay um, like has your dad ever walked in
on you with a boner?" I said yeah and asked him if that was weird. He
said, "well, kind of, I don't know." I almost just asked him if his dad
ever did before I stopped myself. He asked how it happened and how old I
was.

"It was just a couple months ago. He came in to wake me up on a Saturday
morning, and I got up without realizing that I had a boner. I was like oh
shit oops but he just said it was no big deal and nothing to be ashamed
of."

"Wow, that's cool."
"It is?"
"Yeah, a lot of dads would be dumb about it, I guess. Did he tell you all
about sex and jacking off and shit?"

"Uh... kind of. Some stuff when I was little and then some questions I
had from school when we were learning about that stuff."
Sean said, "wow, you're lucky man."

I just said thanks and asked if we were still playing the game and he
said yeah so I said, "okay. Truth or Dare?"

"Truth?"
I thought a bit. I had been trying to think of a dare. He seemed like a
Dare kind of guy. I thought of a question but I wasn't sure if it was
dumb or maybe mean. "Okay, um, are you like mad that your dad doesn't
live with you?"

He thought a little. "Yeah. Not all the time but sometimes. Most of the
time I never even think about him. But that kind of makes me mad too. ...
it's okay though... uh, Truth or Dare?"

"Umm... dare?" Then he thought for a little.
He said,  "okay, I dare you to go into your dad's room and steal his
blankets off of him without waking him up."

"What?!  For real? What if he wakes up?"
"He won't get mad. He'll just tell us to stop goofing around and go to
sleep." I said okay. He said that he had to come too, for proof, or else
I could just get some blankets out of the closet and lie.

So we both got up and crawled down the hall together to his room at the
end. We both didn't have shirts on, so our shoulders and arms were
touching, the skin, and that was kind of different for us. The door
wasn't closed or else it would've made a noise when I opened it. I was
thinking about this board game called Don't Wake Daddy, but I knew not to
mention it, because it was dumb.

So we crawl into his room and then both kneel there. I can see Dad lying
on his back with one arm up behind him and breathing heavy so I figure
he's asleep. He sometimes falls asleep on the couch like that. He only
has a sheet over him cause it's not cold so I figure it'll be easier than
if he was curled up in heavy blankets. I grab the sheet at both bottom
corners and start slowly pulling it down off him.

I'm watching his face. There's just a little light coming through the
blinds where you can see. He doesn't twitch as the sheet starts moving
away from his neck. It goes down over his chest and armpits and slides
down to his stomach.

His arm comes down, and he shifts. I look at Sean. He waves his hand for
me to keep going. I look back at Dad, and I thought maybe he woke up but
I can't see too well from the bottom of the bed. Sean is down by the door
and kneeling and looking.

The sheet comes down across Dad's dick. When I see it, I look over at
Sean, and he's staring. I've seen it before, but I'm thinking it must be
weird and, I don't know, maybe funny for Sean. He's watching while I pull
it down.

I kept pulling it slowly down and off Dad's body and down into a crumpled
ball in my hands. So then I crawl back to the door and Sean lets me go
first before he starts back, even though he was closer. I wave him back,
and we hurry back to my room.

I ask if I did it right, and Sean said yeah. We both knew that was
obviously my first time doing a dare, but I still said that it was. "Have
you done it a lot?" I ask, and he shrugs like he's an expert.

We get back in bed like we were, trying to stay quiet. Sean said, "maybe
now you should dare me to go put it back." I laughed but I didn't dare
him. I didn't know if that was it for the game. I was gonna ask him how
close almost meant if I needed another Truth, but I thought maybe it had
to be Yes or No.

We talked a little bit more and fell asleep. In the morning, Dad was
already dressed and went out to get donuts and let us sleep late. We hung
out a little before Sean got picked up, and we said we should do it again
some time, but we never got around to it. And Sean got sent to juvie a
couple months later for like a year, and then I heard he was living with
his brother. We just lost touch again.

But then years later I'm in a bar and I see him. We recognized each other
right away, even though we were both older and looked older. We're
talking, and I tell him that it's my birthday.

"It's your birthday man!?" He wants to buy me a drink, as if I haven't
ever had a beer before. But it was kind of special. He was surprised that
I was there alone. I told him that most of my friends don't live around
here. They called. They usually call on my birthday because we're never
together for it.

When you have a summer birthday, you never have a party or anything at
school. You never bring in cupcakes. You never get to do anything extra
special. It just happens in private.

"My dad said he'd take me out, but he was working late tonight, so we'll
celebrate tomorrow."

"You still live with your dad?" Sean asked.

I said, "Yeah... just him and me now. He has the room so why rent
someplace else just for the summer?" Sean was already on his own and
working full-time. He had an apartment somewhere. I was still a kid in
school, just a bigger kid in a bigger school.

I was thinking that Sean was cool but then he told me that it was cool
that I was going to college and gonna get a real career in something. He
bought me a drink. I bought him a drink. He got the whole bar to sing
Happy Birthday while I stood there embarrassed.

"Hey, I think I'm gonna head home, Sean, but this was great. We should
hang out again some time soon if you want."

"Hey, uh... do you think I could crash with you tonight?"
"You want to sleep over my place?"

I've had friends crash on my couch but I haven't had a sleepover in
years, so when he said "yeah, let's have a birthday sleepover!" I was
kind of surprised, but I wanted to make sure we actually stayed in touch
and got together again.

"Shhh... he's probably asleep."
"You should check on him, just to make sure he's okay."
"Okay.  He's there. He's fine."

We tried to be careful and quiet but we were both still feeling the
celebration. Dad woke up while I was standing in the door to his bedroom.
"Oh hey son. How was the bar? Oh hi. Who's this?"

I introduced them and reminded dad but he remembered. "Oh, hey Sean. How
have you been?" and Dad leaned forward to shake his hand, and the sheet
almost slid off him. I didn't want my friend to get embarrassed or
anything. But they were both relaxed and casual.

I could see that Dad of course didn't have anything on under the sheet.
It didn't cover around the back as he sat up in bed,  and barely stayed
covering the front.

"Dad, do we still have that extra mattress?"
"No. No, I threw it out a couple years ago."

Sean said he could just sleep on a sofa, but Dad said that we had plenty
of bed space. "Why don't you sleep in here, son? And Sean can take your
bed."

"I couldn't kick you out of your own bed on your birthday," Sean said.
"But there's sure plenty of room in this bed though." By then he was
sitting on the edge of the bed and kicking his shoes off.

I looked down at the two of them. "Well, I guess you two could share?
Instead of us two."

Dad said, "oh well... you two take my bed and I'll go take yours then."
Sean said, "No... I don't want to kick you out either."

I said, "Let me just go take a piss and brush my teeth quick, and then
we'll figure it out." As I left, Sean was apologizing. I pissed, washed
my face, peeled off my sweaty shirt, tossed it in the hamper in the
bathroom, and brushed my teeth, and when I came back I saw Sean asleep on
the bed.

"I guess it's you two in here then?"
"No, I'm getting up. You sleep here." He got up out from under the
sheets. I dropped my jeans and underwear. We stood there at the foot of
the bed. I told him goodnight. He told me happy birthday and said we'd
celebrate it together tomorrow. He said he got me a red velvet cake.

Then I looked over at Sean. He was staring at us. "You okay? You gonna
throw up or something?"
"No, I'm alright. I'm fine.  I was just looking at the two of you. You
look like identical twins! It's crazy. You even got identical dicks."

Dad and I looked down at ourselves. We never compared dicks before. A
dick is a dick, isn't it? I looked back at Sean, and he was peeling his
shirt off and unbuckling this big belt buckle. He stood up, and his jeans
fell to the ground. He had on tighty whiteys. He took a hold of them.
"Okay if I sleep naked too guys?"

Dad said, "Oh sure. Don't worry about that, buddy. We never do." And Sean
stopped and sat down on the bed.

"That's what my dad called me. I only ever met him once in my life, and
he called me buddy.  ...but I think it was because he forgot my name." He
looked at me and told me again that I was lucky.

My dad walked over and sat next to him on the bed, and Sean hugged him
while they sat there, him almost naked and dad fully naked and me too
standing there watching them. They stopped and Sean said that the bed was
a mile wide so let's all just sleep here, have a sleep-over. So my dad
got in bed in the middle, and I got in next to him. I looked over at Sean
and saw his ass as he pulled off his underwear, tossed them onto the
floor, and got in under the huge sheet that covered us all.

"This is a little weird, but it's cool," Sean said. "Happy birthday, man,
happy birthday!" I said thanks.
Dad said, "and Sean, you'll stick around for some birthday pancakes in
the morning? Okay buddy?" Sean said okay.

But then we were all like wide awake after all that. We could all tell
that nobody was sleeping. "Hey Sean?" I asked, "Was it weird to see me
naked again?" We laughed.

"You got a little bigger since then, man. Same dick as your dad." Then
dad folded the sheet down, and there they were, side by side. Dad said
that he thought mine was bigger than his. Sean said, "No, hold them up,
totally identical!" So there we were, each with his dick in his hand and
stretching them out to each other like puzzle pieces.

Dad said, "Did you two compare back when you were having sleepovers?"
Sean said, "We only ever had that one, so we never got into that kind of
stuff. We might have if we had the chance."

I thought about that. We didn't say anything. I said, "Well you were
older. It was probably twice as big as mine was then. I bet it's really
big anyway." Nobody said anything.

Then dad said, "Let's see it, buddy. You're lookin' at ours." Then the
sheet got fully folded down to everyone's knees, and we were all lined
up.

"Yeah, I knew you had some monster," I said.
Sean said, "Is it big?  You think it's that big?"
Then dad reached over and held it, inspected it, and then let go and
said, "Yep, you got a big one, buddy." Sean laughed. Then he said thanks.
Then he said I was lucky again to have a dad and such a cool dad.

"Well, you can share him."  They both laughed.
Dad said, "Any time, buddy." Then he put his arm behind him and into a
head lock and patted Sean's chest twice. Then he put his other arm around
my neck. I rolled out of it and pushed on my dad's side, so he rolled
over to face Sean. Dad's bare ass was facing me, so I smacked it. And he
fliched away from it and closer to Sean.

They were close and naked and in bed. I got up on my knees and watched
them. They were just staring at each other, at each other's bodies, from
an inch away, looking down. I said, "Sean's is bigger than yours, Dad."

"That's for sure, son, look at it."
Sean said, "Well... uh, you can't really compare them unless, uh....
unless they're hard. Right?"
"That's right, buddy."

I watched as Sean got stiffer, no touching necessary. He looked over at
me, and I looked down. I was totally hard and hadn't realized it. Dad
rolled over and looked, "Way to go, son!  Look at that."

Sean said, "Is it bigger than yours?"
"Let me show you, buddy..." and he was on his back between us, holding
his dick and stretching it out and sliding his squeezed hand down the
length of it. "You ever sneak a peek of me doing this before, son?"

I shook my head no and kept staring. Sean asked if my Dad ever caught me.
Dad didn't answer. Instead, he said "Not bad, huh?" Sean was right. My
dad and I had identical dicks.

So we were all hard and lying next to each other. Sean said, "Do you
think your dad's dick feels like yours?" I reached over without thinking
too much about it. And dad held mine. Just like that. His felt like mine
...only I couldn't feel it being felt, but I felt hom feeling mine. His
hand was big and rough, not like mine. He stroked it while Sean watched
and sobbed his own.

"You ever do anything like this before, son?"
"Maybe once or twice"
"That's okay. I used to, just like you. Just like this. What about you,
buddy?  You done anything like this before?" And Sean nodded his head and
shrugged, a little embarrassed, but Dad reached over and gripped Sean's
dick, and I watched as his thumb dabbed at the tip.

Sean moaned and reached out and hugged my dad again, still gripped by the
cock between them. Sean's hands were right in front of me and gripping
Dad's back and shoulders.  Then they slid down and grabbed Dad's ass. I
set my hand along his and as we both held the skin, Sean moaned.

"Can I watch the two of you?" Sean asked. So Dad and I got on the bed
face to face and stroked each other. Sean couldn't help but reminding us
that he liked our identical dad and son dicks. Dad tapped my dick against
his. It felt really good and got me going. Then he hugged me, and our
whole bodies pressed against each other, and Sean touched both of our
asses at the same time.

Dad said, "Let me watch you two now." Sean and I kneeled on Dad's bed
while Dad stood off to the side and jerked off while he watched us. Then
he joined us again, and we were rolling around on the bed, touching and
grabbing and grinding. It felt really hot but also kind of cool to get
close to them too. I was already really comfortable with them and with
being naked and with fooling around, so it was really great to have it
all together.

I watched my dad say "come here buddy" a few times to Sean. We were all
together, and I didn't know who I was touching or who was touching me. We
were all getting hot and close to ready. I got us up on our knees in
three, all jacking each other in a triangle, and we all pulled and
stroked and shot globs against each other, hot jizz on my chest and dick
from both of them. And all over Dad's bed.

We all got in the shower together, washed off, dried off, and then got
into my bed together. We woke up together and did it again in the morning
sunrise until it was time for my birthday pancakes, naked at the dining
room table together.