Date: Thu, 17 May 2018 22:33:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Neighbor's Naked Dad 2

Okay, so I told you about how I went on a trip with my neighbor and his dad
and how it got kind of crazy with us all in one big bed and naked 'cause we
didn't have any other clothes after the airline lost our luggage.

Well, that was a while ago, and I thought it was just gonna be this one
weird thing that happened once, but then something just happened and I want
to tell you about it.

My neighbor and I weren't really close friends, just like physically close
'cause our houses were on the same block. We didn't hang out together all
the time, but we were friends.

After we took that trip, we didn't hang out for a little while, and then
there was this barbecue at a different neighbor's house, so everybody was
there. We're all eating at a picnic table, and my neighbor's dad says to
everybody that he hopes I didn't have too bad a time on that trip.

I had told my dad what happened, but just him, and he looks over at me, and
I'm worried that it'll end up like a funny embarrassing story, but the
whole story doesn't come out, just about how we had to wait in the airport
for a long time and how they lost our bags, nothing about having to share a
bed or how we were all naked.

"Well, we'll have to make it up to you some time," his dad says. But then
that's it. I went over to his place a couple times, just once in a while,
and only one time his dad was there but he didn't really talk to us at
all. He was out in the garage doing stuff.

So almost a year goes by, and then we're all over at my house, which had
never happened before but somehow there was a party, and then again while
we're eating, my neighbor's dad says that maybe I'd like to come on a
camping trip in a couple weeks. My neighbor says he thought he already
asked me if I wanted to come, and I ask permission, so now I'm going
camping for the weekend.

After what happened on the last trip, I can't stop thinking about what
could happen this time, but then I'm thinking that nothing's going to
happen. I bring a sleeping bag and a backpack of stuff, but it's their trip
that they've done before so I don't know what it's like.

On the long drive up there, they tell me that they'll spend the first night
in a campground but then hike out for some real camping the second day. The
place is like not really camping, it's like a trailer park almost, with
these little slots like it's your house and driveway. We set up a tent, but
there's other people camping, like families and some groups of like college
kids. There's a big house with electricity and toilets and everything, so
it's like barely camping.

My friend says he wants to get a shower before bed, so then we're all going
to go get a shower, and I'm thinking that it'll probably be one big shower
and we'll have to all get naked together, but it's these individual stalls
with curtains and a little changing area for each one, so we all just
shower individually and get changed into stuff to sleep in, shorts or
sweats.

I thought we'd have to take turns getting changed in the tent, hunched
over, or if we'd all change at the same time, but there was none of that.

So then we're in the tent, and it's bigger than I thought it'd be but you
can't really stand up, and we're each in a sleeping bag, and they're not
even like close to each other. My sleeping bag looks small and stupid, and
I've had it since I was a little kid. Theirs are these real camping ones,
bigger and professional. We're lined up with just our heads out.

After a couple minutes, my neighbor's shirt comes off from under the
sleeping bag, and I wonder if he'll take off more or if his dad is going to
take off anything, but that's it. It was a long drive, so we're all pretty
tired. They each start snoring after the dad turns off the light, and then
I fell asleep at some point.

Then in the morning they're both up and dressed when I wake up and we pack
up everything and the tent too and start hiking. We walked for a long time,
like really long. It was cool though. We saw some cool stuff, and I had
never really gone hiking like that before. Eventually we stopped to eat
some packed lunches. His dad joked that we'd get some good hot diner food
on the way back to civilization.

I was getting sweaty and so were they. I was wondering if maybe they'd take
their shirts off while we walk or maybe if I took mine off then they
would. I kind of wanted to see his dad without a shirt, at least.

But I didn't take mine off, and then the trail opened up and we were at
this big lake that was almost as built up as the campground area. My
neighbor is all excited to go swimming, but his dad says that he's not
going to because the water's still too cold.

I was disappointed, and then we went to go change but my neighbor said he
put his bathing suit on that morning under his clothes so I went to go
change in this creepy concrete room alone, and then we played in the water
for a while and it was pretty cold.

I felt like I looked older now, like I have this trail of hair going down
over my bellybutton now and maybe I'm a little more muscular now. I think I
grew an inch or two.

But we were in the water up to our necks most of the time. I looked around
at everybody and how you couldn't tell what was happening under the water
or what their bodies were like.

Then we went up to this field and threw a football around and that was kind
of cool, but then I had to jump back into the cold water to get grass and
stuff off me, and I thought that we should've played ball before we went
swimming and then maybe his dad would've gone swimming.

I had imagined that we'd all be skinny-dipping in some hot springs or
something, and this was nothing like that. And then they told me that we
had another hour of hiking before we got to where you could set up a tent
for roughing-it camping.

And my neighbor went and got changed while I was at the snack bar, so I got
changed alone again. I rolled my wet bathing suit up in my towel and
stuffed it by the straps of my sleeping bag, and I could feel it drip a
little on my shoulders while we hiked, but that was okay because the sun
was so warm.

When we finally got there, it kind of sucked to have to put up the tent
again, but his dad did most of that. His dad comes out of the tent and says
that my sleeping bag is pretty wet, but that he'll hang it up in the sun
and it should be dry soon. I asked my neighbor what he did with his wet
stuff, and he said that his backpack had a separate pocket for that on the
bottom. I felt pretty stupid and annoyed.

We ate more granola and beef jerky, but we found some blueberries growing
that were good. And then we built a fire, and that was kind of cool, and we
had s'mores, and I had only really had s'mores-flavored stuff before.

Then his dad goes into the tent and comes out in just sweatpants and a
zip-up hooded sweatshirt. I could tell he wasn't wearing a shirt underneath
and could see a little chest hair, and I thought about how he went in there
and maybe was naked.

We each take turns in the tent to get changed for later. My neighbor and I
are both just in like athletic shorts and T-shirts and it's starting to get
a little colder around the fire. I ask him if that's what he's gonna sleep
in 'cause I thought he slept in just underwear or naked. He says like
whatever and he'll take off whatever if he feels like it.

Anyway, so then it's time to get into bed, and I check my sleeping bag and
it's still pretty wet. "No problem, don't worry, here's what we'll do,"
says the dad. And he unzips both of their big sleeping bags all the way and
lays them flat, so one is on the bottom and one is on top and they zip
together like one really big sleeping bag.

"I'm beat! That was a long-ass day!" my neighbor says, and he jumps in
between the covers. His dad tells him to watch it with the cursing and then
he gets in next to him, like he's in the middle.

So I'm looking at the two of them, and there's not much room for me, and I
apologize. But his dad says, "it's no big deal. We can fit." And he's
making a spot for me right next to him and saying it's too bad that we have
such bad luck when we try to take a vacation.

I guess he could tell I was mad a few times that day, and as I'm getting in
and saying sorry again, we both hear snoring. I say, "that was quick."

"He might as well have an Off switch," his dad says, and he yells at him to
roll over.

"Huh? Sorry...." he says back to his dad, and he pulls off his T-shirt and
balls it up and tosses it next to his shoes.

His dad says I should zip up the zipper, and then we're kind of sealed in
side by side, on our backs, not squeezed but close. I'm a little
self-conscious about being that close. I say, "I hope I don't elbow you in
my sleep or something."

"Well, whatever happens under the covers stays there, right?" he answers,
and then his son is snoring again. We laugh about it, and then he reaches
up and turns off the lantern flashlight thing, and it's so dark, totally
dark.

I say that it's really dark and he agrees. He asks me if I'm tired and I
say yeah. He says he's really tired too. The son starts snoring a little
louder, and the dad nudges him and the son mumbles something.

"He's out of it," his dad says and tells me that they'll sometimes have a
whole conversation that the son won't remember in the morning.

He says, "I'll be pretty out of it tonight too. Pretty tired."

I answer, "yeah, me too. Uh, I probably won't remember anything. I'll try
not to... move around too much. Don't want to wake you up."

He says, "I'll probably fall right asleep, I'm a deep sleeper." We're lying
there shoulder to shoulder and then he rests his hand flat on my chest and
says goodnight.

Then we're just lying there next to each other. I have my eyes closed the
whole rest of the night, and I'm just breathing like I'm asleep. I'm not
like trying to fake snore, but almost.

Every minute or so, one of us shifts slightly or scratches an itch and
murmurs something ...in our sleep. Then I remember how the son took off his
shirt the night before and wondered if he was asleep when he did it or just
awake enough to do it and not remember doing it.

I'm kind of warm, and I decide I'm gonna take my shirt off. I peel it up
from the bottom slowly and fold my arms through so it's just around my
neck, and then I grumble and roll onto my side, facing away from him, and
pop my shirt over my head, probably grazing him, and off to the side.

We're close enough to be touching but not pressed tight against each other,
like when you're sitting next to somebody on a bus or plane. I realize that
my butt is kind of sticking out and pointing at him, so I straighten out.

Then I hear this slow zip noise and then a little metal jangle, then a
pause, and then I feel his arms and upper body moving around behind me. I
can feel the opening of the sleeping bag opening at the top, like when his
son flapped it open for a second to toss out his shirt, and I feel the skin
of his elbow and upper arm accidentally brush against my back.

He rolls over onto his side, facing away from me, and now our butts are
close, and then apart, and then close, and then I guess we both decide that
our butts are just going to press against each other. It feels really
nice. We're both kind of curled over away from each other but joined.

I arch my back to stretch a little, and my back makes contact with
his. After a minute of hesitating and fidgeting, we end up pressed against
each other, not tight or aggressively, just like letting our backs and
butts and the backs of our legs touch or be almost touching.

That feels pretty good, and we stay like that for a while. I might have
even drifted off for a bit; there was no clock to check.

I reach back behind my swishy soccer shorts and feel the fabric of his soft
sweatpants. The waistband is crinkled from the elastic, wavy, but the
sweatpants aren't that old thin fabric. They're like spongy almost. After I
return my hand in front of me, I feel him shifting behind me and sense his
hand exploring. I can't feel it on my body, but I can feel it moving my
shorts, and they make a noise if you rub the fabric against itself.

Then some time goes by of us just lying on our sides, and we eventually end
up side by side again, shoulder to shoulder. My shorts are kind of
restricting me but really I just want to be daring and to make a move. I
lean forward a little and put my thumbs into my shorts and start sliding
them off and down my legs, and they make this swishy noise as they get down
to my knees and off my ankles and stuffed at the bottom of the sleeping
bag. Then I lean back and feel how my legs are bared and uncovered and
touching the inside of the sleeping bag.

Without thinking, I adjust the waistband of my briefs, and there's a snap
noise. It's louder than any noise in maybe an hour. I wonder if it woke
anybody up. It kind of woke me up. I'm lying frozen now as they rest of the
tent grumbles and shifts. Then silence for a bit as I wait. Of course,
we're out of it and heavy sleepers.

Then, I feel an elbow next to my elbow and an arm next to my arm and the
sound of fabric sliding against fabric, and I can feel his sweatpants
sliding down his legs next to mine and him kicking them down and off.

The skin of our legs is next to each other, in some places pushed together
and in some places just placed near enough to feel his leg hair fuzzing
against my leg hair. That boney ankle knob brushes against the side of a
foot.

And I find myself surprised to feel a finger curled and sliding along my
side like a hook and then scratching at my side, scratching at the waist of
my soft snug white briefs, just barely digging under the elastic with a
tiny snap snap.

Then he stops and waits. Then he does it again, scratch snap. I wonder if
maybe he was actually asleep and doing something in his dreams. Then I got
the idea to imitate him, like how we took turns before feeling behind us. I
lift my arm up and reached over and hook my finger and slide my nail along
his side and feel it.

Skin, just skin, nothing there for me to scratch at or snap, nothing on, no
fabric between us except mine. I realize that he had been wearing no
underwear beneath those sweatpants and had gotten completely naked next to
me when he slid them down. I realize that he was naked now even as I was
realizing it. My finger was still hovering over his hip, that bone on the
side.

So I go back to my supine position, flat on my back and arms at my sides as
he's naked next to me. My arm and wrist and hand are against his side. I
guess he had one arm over his chest or his arms crossed. That extra arm
between two people can be as much of a nuisance as that last scrap of
cloth.

Bravely again I take hold of the last barrier and slide it down, sitting up
barely and uncovering and feeling my knees and then moving my legs to push
the crumpled clothing down and off my toes and then lying back with that
unmistakable feeling of freedom.

The sleeping bag felt good under my bare butt. My hand slid automatically
against my skin, exploring myself. Above the neck, if it were bright enough
to see, you wouldn't be able to tell that hidden beneath we were nekkid. It
reminded me of swimming and having just my head up above the water, with
everything below hidden.

Minutes pass of us lying there side by side and nude, barely almost maybe
touching sides, shoulders, arms, and that small space between us. I fidget
a little and then roll back onto my side away from him. I notice how,
unrestrained, I flopped and dangled. I raise my leg up and reach between to
reposition my balls. Then I ended up on my belly, face turned away from
him.

As I settle, I feel his hand rest flat on my back as it had on my chest
earlier. It made me sigh and the noise of my breath interrupted the light
snoring that filled the air the whole night.

His hand feels amazing to me, big and comforting, strong but not rough. The
last time we were in bed together was all about looking and being seen, but
this time is all about touching. It's like one sense gets to enjoy
everything.

Then his hand lifted up off me, and I thought that maybe that meant
goodnight and we should try to sleep. But then it rests back down on my
butt!

I've been patted on the butt before while playing sports, and I've been
spanked before and even bare-ass, but that's always at the top, like on
each side. This was at the bottom center and felt completely different to
me, like a whole new kind of being touched.

His hand just sets there but then it kind of squeezes just barely. I
breathed in slowly and I can remember every second of it. I was thinking
that I wanted to feel what it'd fell like if he really spanked me like
that. But his hand was just lying there like it was testing on a pillow
while he slept.

After a while he brings it back off with just barely a squeeze. And then I
can feel him rolling over away from me. And then I feel something against
my butt again only it's his butt! We're back to back and skin to skin, and
I know that people don't touch butts usually but it feels really good.

Any little movement is like we're rubbing and getting rubbed at the same
time. Our backs push against each other too, kind of hard. His back was big
and muscular. I wonder what mine felt like to him, but I didn't think about
that at the time. The feeling of his naked skin touching my naked skin, our
butts pressing against each other, it was getting me excited.

When I get excited, I get daring. I stopped and moved away. Then I rolled
over, facing his back. I was kind of curled, with my hands folded in front
of me. I let my knuckles and the back of my hand graze his back. Then I
waited. Then I let them graze his butt.

I was really excited at that point, and I took my full excitement in my
hand and let it slide along his firm curvy butt. The soft skin of my tip
glided along his skin, near the crack. I could see it with my mind there in
the dark.

Then I stopped and waited. It was like a game doing a little bit and then
patiently waiting to see what we'd end up doing next.

He grumbles and rolls back onto his back, so now his butt is out of reach
underneath him but his smooth side is open and right next to my hand. I let
my knuckles touch his skin. Then I pull them away. Then he shifts in his
sleep and his side presses against my hands. I let my knuckles slide. I let
the back of my hand slide along his side. I let my hard dick accidentally
touch his hairy leg.

My finger extends out, erected, and explores around his hip bone, up his
stomach and down to his thigh. His body was bigger than mine, so each inch
is a new discovery. I get close to it. The hair gets curlier. But I don't
zero in. I stop and wait and leave my palm at his side.

And he rolls over onto his side, facing me, and my open hand gets
filled. It lands right in my palm, all of it. I had seen it before, but a
long time had passed. And now here it was, me holding it. I don't squeeze
or stroke or jerk. The whole night was slow and calm and sleepy. I just let
his heavy balls and thick meat sit and rest, and I feel it start to grow in
my hand.

I had felt a little embarrassed about getting hard but he was too now. I'm
wondering if he's awake or if he was awake before or if I'll wake him up
but really I'm just enjoying being naked in bed, something I saved for
myself as a secret special sexy thing sometimes, and with this guy also in
the nude. In that moment, I flashed back to a memory of one of those summer
barbecues where the whole neighborhood was there and I saw him in a wet
bathing suit that clinged across his front and hinted at what was
underneath.

My hand slips away and I sigh and he shifts back and now we're not touching
at all. I can feel his breath in front of me, and I can sense that we're
facing each other, but there's 2 inches of empty silence between our
bodies. My butt is pushed up against the sleeping bag, and it feels soft
and warm against the bare skin.

Some time goes by. I'm thinking maybe that's it. I roll over, kind of
spinning in my spot, and I end up with my arms crossed and pressed against
the sleeping bag, my hands by my neck, and that emptiness behind me, with
him so close but not touching.

Then I feel an exhale between my shoulders. I feel the ground below me
quivering as he wriggles and inches closer. I feel a weird sensation on my
back and realize it's his fluffy chest hair. I had seen it before, dry and
fluffed up and also wetted down and straight after a shower that one night,
but now it was touching me.

Then I feel his stomach against my back, his knees against my legs, his
thighs touching my hamstrings. There's no hand groping me or arm grabbing
me, just his body being like aligned with mine. It felt paternal and at the
same time like we were both boys discovering.

Like his chest hair on my back I feel fluffy hair against my butt, and a
sensation as if there's a snake in the sleeping bag. It's by my legs in the
back, while on my front there's mine poking the fabric of the sleeping bag.

I lift my leg and feel him between my thighs and underneath my balls and
sliding closer. It feels like a baseball bat is growing out of me while
another is growing into me. I lower my leg, and now he's tight
between. We're still. I can feel it pulsing, bobbing up. I pulse my thighs
slowly tighter.

I want to do so much, stuff I've never done, stuff I've only heard
about. But we're just lying there asleep.

I shift and arch, barely, pressing against him in one part and pulling away
at another part. It slides between my legs and it feels like when I stroke
mine only I'm feeling that hard soft feeling with my smooth thighs instead
of in my hands.

I feel it poke under my balls, and that feels amazing. Hey, you know how
your boner goes all under between your legs, like below your balls, how
that feels hard too? I felt his boner against that part and even sliding
between my cheeks where his hand felt so good before.

But then I guess I moved forward too much or he moved back too much or it
was timed just right that it slipped out from between my legs and I think I
heard it slap against his stomach. So now we're still like that, only his
hardon is pointing up and pressed against my butt. And that felt cool too.

I wanted to whisper something or for us to go back to what we were just
doing or both sneak out and run around the words naked, jumping in the
middle of the night.

But we just stayed there like that, silently. And like maybe 2 whole
minutes goes by, like a long time, and then he rolls back on his back but
then he lifts one arm up and out to the side like above my head. On the
drive up, I had seen him do that, drive with one hand and the other arm
stretched out sideways. Sometimes people put their arm like that when
they're backing up but sometimes guys will just drive lack that. Anyway, as
his arm goes out, I lift up a little and roll over to face his direction
and I put my head on his bicep.

I can smell his armpit, part sweat and part deodorant. So it was kind of
hot because it was like smelling a guy, like of you're in a locker room or
after playing basketball, but it also reminded me of like me? It's not like
I love smelling my smelly pits, but it's kind of hot to me.

And then his fingers are on my back and he kind of pulls me closer while I
shift on my shoulder. My finger is by his armpit and I let it slide
thorough his hair. I let it slide down his side. I let it skate around his
ribs and hip and down to his leg. I stop and then he pulls me even closer
but not tight like just like signaling me. I scoot closer and my chest and
stomach are pressed against his side and leg goes over his leg and my hard
dick and hot balls are testing on his hip/thigh/leg, the part where the leg
hair starts to disappear.

I can feel it leaking an oozy dollop onto him and I'm wondering if he can
feel that moisture. Then my hand bravely comes up and lands in his chest
hair. My palm is flat on his hot furry front and his palm is flat on my
smooth cool back. I feel it on my bones, but his front is all muscle and
flesh, and my body slides and grinds and pushes slowly into his.

It's like a hug. That probably sounds stupid, but it felt like getting to
hug a big strong cool nice athlete or something, only we're both bare-ass
and turned on.

I told him last time that I grind against my bed and he watched me do it
and now I'm grinding against him like push, push, push, and then I feel his
hand pumping up and down like he's jerking off while I'm humping his leg
and I feel stupid for a second but it's hot and my nose is pressed against
his flexing bicep and I'm feeling my nuts tighten like I'm ready and my
whole underside is hard and hot.

But then he does something that really drives me crazy. I feel his hand
stop and his dick lean against my elbow and his hand reaches around to lay
flat on the bottom of my bottom like before and he kind of squeezes it, not
like crazy just like you would feel bread or an orange, and it feels so
good to have that feeling while I'm pumping and grinding and then he spanks
me.

It's not loud or too hard, just this tiny snap on my plump backside like
twice, three times, and that jolt shoots up my ass and through me and sends
me over the edge and I'm shooting and sliding. My mouth is wet and closed,
stifling a moan in his arm, and he presses his hand against my butt once
more before going back to his cock and jerking discreetly.

I fell his body tighten. I feel him exhale. I'm keeping myself still, and
his jerking is wrist-down but our legs are tensing against each other while
I feel my balls pump a load out in squirts and then I feel drops of wetness
flick against my arm and hand, one up to the skin on my shoulder.

I'm fucking up against his body and crumbling into mush in his arm and
against his hairy chest and boney ribs. My whole body and brain was like
electrocuted. It felt a lot different from how it feels alone.

So then I'm like sweaty and spent and sleepy. I can feel him moving. I can
hear snoring still. I realize that he's scooping up the mess we made. I
can't see anything, but I can sense that his finger is going up to his
mouth a few times. I realize that I'm kind of sitting up and that he
stopped and I can sense his hand in front of my face and I open my mouth
and close it around his thick manly finger and taste my or his or ours.

It's weird but I like it. I kind of want to just suck on his thumb, feel
part of his body on my tongue. Now my nakedness feels weird, but I just let
it feel like that. I let my face press against his shoulder and feel his
arm wrapped around me and his hand flat on my back and then his other hand
cradles underneath my butt like he's holding me. And then I drift off to
sleep.


Can you believe it? What do you think?
I wanted to tell you about it.