Date: Thu, 7 May 2015 16:10:52 +0000 (UTC)
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: House Rules: Naked - Part 3

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House Rules: Naked - Part 3

"Too bad that Jason will be away at camp for two weeks," I said. Jason's
Dad and I were by the pool, enjoying another sunny day. Jason was in the
house, taking a whiz.

Jason's Dad says, "Why too bad? He'll have fun."

"Too bad for me, I guess. I won't get to come over for a while."

"You can still come visit whenever you want, Mikey. Just make sure you ask
your dad, but tell him it's alright with me."

I wasn't fishing for an invitation, really. I didn't think he'd say I could
still come swimming and hanging out with just him. Suddenly, I was looking
forward to it.



That Saturday, I rode my bike over early. I had asked my Dad to make sure
it was alright, and he said okay. I went through the woods, which left me
out in the back, by the pool. I saw Jason's Dad sitting there, and went up
next to him. He had his eyes shut, and I figured he fell asleep.

"Mr. Desol?" He didn't answer. I tapped him on the shoulder. He didn't wake
up. I noticed how his bicep was big. He had his arms crossed, sitting on a
chair by the pool and wearing khakis and a polo shirt. I tapped him again
on his bicep and then let my hand stay there.

I squeezed it a little, and I let myself enjoy touching him. I liked when
he touched me, but I also liked touching him.

"Mr. Desol?" I said again, a little louder and shaking him a little to wake
him up.

He stirred and uncrossed his arms. "Oh, hey Mikey. I must've nodded off."

"You're sure it's okay that I came over this early?" I asked.

He replied, "Sure, sure it's fine. I was just mowing the lawn before it got
too hot." We made small talk about the weather, and how he had to hire some
landscapers to take care of the place, and about how he dropped Jason off
at camp.

Then he told me to put my bike away in the garage and come inside to put my
clothes away. He swatted me on the butt as I passed. I was wearing a
T-shirt and sweatpants and a jacket. He followed me through the garage and
then into the house.

When we got in, I automatically took off my sneakers and set them neatly by
the door, pulled off my shirt and folded it, and then pulled down my
sweatpants and folded them. He was watching me, waiting to walk me into the
kitchen. I was standing there in his house in just white briefs, aware of
my bare smooth thighs and my bellybutton. He'd seen me completely naked
...a lot. This was a little different somehow.

I slid my underwear down and stepped out of them, setting them on my
clothes, confidently appreciating the feeling of stripping off with him
looking. He just started walking into the kitchen and I hurried after him.

I climbed up onto a stool and sat at their kitchen island as he poured some
drinks. It might've been orange juice. I don't remember. I remember staring
at a tuft of chest hair coming out of the neck of his shirt. It was
brownish and curly, lightly peeking out. The hair on his arms stopped short
of his bicep, as did the tan. He leaned against the ledge, and his muscles
kind of flexed.

The wooden seat felt cool and flat and hard against my fleshy butt. We were
alone.

"Do you want to get in the pool?" I asked. He said he didn't feel like
getting in now, but that he'd keep me company. He said it looks like it
might rain soon, so to get in now while I could.

I ran over to a closet to get a towel and then ran to the sliding glass
door and opened it and then ran down the deck to the water. I expected him
to tell me to walk, but he just let me get excited. I leapt into the air
and splashed down into the water. The noise around me shifted to a muted
muffle, as the water slapped against my bare legs and butt. My hair
streaked down my face as I popped out of the water, and I brushed it aside
to see him slowly stepping down and setting our drinks on a table.

"You sure you don't want to get in?!" I asked. He shook his head, and I
splashed around. I got out a few times and stood on the side, telling him
to watch me jump in, and liking him watch me. When I was there with Jason,
I didn't show off for his dad. We just splashed around and jumped in and
played. I felt a little silly telling him to watch me, but I liked the
attention.

Standing on the deck, I looked over at him. He had a newspaper. I said
"Watch this!" and wiggled my butt a little before jumping way out over the
water and splashing down.

"Pretty impressive," he said. I did a few more jumps. I tried to jump in
sideways. I swam around for a while, but then was just sort of standing in
the water and chatting with him. When I lifted myself against the side of
the pool, my butt poked up above the water behind me. I liked having it on
display.

"You sure your Dad's okay with you coming over?" he asked. I nodded yes and
told him that my dad said I could if I wanted to. "And you're sure you want
to?" he asked. I nodded again.

He sat there while I kicked in the water. Then he said, "Do you like being
naked here, Mikey?"

I looked up at him, resting my wet face against the pool's ridge, my elbows
up. "Yeah. At first it was kind of weird, but now I like it."

He said, "Yeah, I know that feeling. I remember that." I asked him what he
meant, and he told me this story. "When I was your age, I was finally
allowed to come to the Y. I remember learning that it would be only men and
that the pool was no-bathing-suits-allowed. It used to be like that."

"Everybody had to be naked?!" I asked. He nodded.

"I remember stripping off in the locker room around all the other guys and
seeing them stay naked. I was curious to see what they looked like
naked. Some of them I knew. I saw my teacher naked there!

"But I also liked getting naked and being naked and letting them see me
naked. I was kind of a show-off. They probably thought I was just some
goofy kid, but I liked it. And it started off weird but I liked it a lot in
no time at all."

I listened to his story. I liked it. I pictured him being like me and
thinking how we would've been friends. I used to think he was real tough
and strict.

I asked, "So you all swam around naked all the time?"

"Yep, that's just how it was." "That sounds cool!"



"Yeah, it was a lot of fun, and it felt a little wild. Everybody else was
used to it.""Did you like looking at them?"



"Yeah, I suppose it's natural to be curious about what people look like
without their clothes. And I was curious to see what I'd look like when I
got older."

I nodded. I wanted to tell him how I was curious too. I didn't know what to
say, but he continued.

"I remember one time I asked a man about his chest hair, because it looked
really long. He told me it only looked that way when it's wet. He said it
was curly when it was dry but looked long and straight when it was
wet. Then he showed me how if he brushed the water off that it would spring
back and be curly and not as long.

"I reached out to touch it, and he let me explore it. We were both standing
in the shallow end. Then he leaned over and showed me how the hair on his
head was the same, normally curly but straight if it got wet. I touched it
too and saw it curl. Then he sat on the side of the pool, with just his
feet in the water.

"I sat up there next to him, and I remember watching as he ran his hands
through his pubes. They looked the same, long and straight but starting to
curl up as the water came off. I reached out and touched him there, too."

I just stood there in the water, listening. I felt like I was in the
story. I asked him, "Was it weird to touch him there?"

"Well, a little, at first, but I liked it."

I wanted him to tell me more. I didn't know what to say. "That sounds like
a really fun pool."

"Well, this pool's a hell of a lot nicer that that one was." I was a little
shocked to hear him curse. I wanted to suggest that he get in for a naked
swim with me now. I also wanted to ask if there were any pools like that
anymore that I could go to.

He looked up at the sky and said it was going to rain soon, so I got out
and dried off, and we went inside. I figured maybe he'd give me a ride home
so I wouldn't have to ride my bike in the rain, but then he turned on the
TV and said we'd see if there's anything good on.

I guess we were just going to hang out for a while.



There was nothing good on TV; all infomercials and bad movies. I asked him
if he wanted to play video games, but he said he didn't really like
them. He asked if I wanted to play a board game, but they only had really
boring ones there.

"We could play basketball!" I suggested. "Nope, it's raining.""We could
play basketball inside!""I don't think so." I knew he wouldn't want to do
that.

"We could play pretend!" he said. I said that was just for little
kids. "Not always. What do you want to do for a living when you get older?"

I thought for a second. I didn't really know. "Maybe a doctor?"

"Alright, then let's play doctor!" he said. I thought it was a really
stupid idea, but then I thought a little more.

"Okay, well, I'll need a white coat."

"Go and get my robe off the back of my bedroom door," he instructed. I ran
up the stairs. He yelled, "Walk!"

I grabbed the white robe and put it on. It was kind of big. I rolled up the
sleeves a little, and I folded it over itself and tied the cord. My bare
chest was still pretty exposed. I wanted to grab one of his ties, but
decided not to.

When I came back down, he had cleared off this cabinet that was against the
wall, taller than a coffee table, and pulled it into the middle of the
room. He was sitting on it, with his legs hanging off the side.

"Good morning, doctor!" he said. "Good morning!" I replied, laughing a
little. I didn't quite know what to do next, but I was having fun
already. "Are you sick?"

He answered, "No, I'm just here for a check-up." I started thinking about
what doctors do, remembering my last physical, which was a few years ago,
and thinking about what I'd seen in movies and on TV.  "Do you want to
start by checking my pulse?" he asked, holding out his wrist.

"Uh, yes!" I answered, gripping his wrist with my palm and then looking at
where a watch would be. I let about 10 seconds go by, before saying, "Okay,
that's good."

Then I told him I was going to look in his ear, and I positioned myself
right up close to his side. I looked in. Then I told him I was going to
look in his mouth and to say "Aaah."

I got up close in front of him. He leaned down a little. I saw his teeth
and his tongue and down into this pink ball in the back. I told him to lift
his tongue, and I looked at the bottom and all the weird little veins. He
started grinning a little and laughing. I told him he could stop, and I was
laughing a little.

"Okay, now I need to listen to your heart," I said. "Should I take off my
shirt?" he asked. "Yeah, take it off," I said. I watched as he pulled the
yellow polo shirt up and inside out, messing up his hair a little, and
tossing it off to the couch.

His chest was bare and hairy and muscular. I just looked for a little, and
then I leaned over and pressed my ear against his chest. It felt like a
hug. I could hear his hear beating pretty heavy. My ear was right up
against his skin, and his chest hair was in my face.

I listen for a little and then pull my head back and look at him. He stares
back at me, and finally says, "Do you have to check my muscles?"

"Yes. I'm going to check all your muscles now." I reach out and touch his
chest, feeling the hair and tracing down his ribs. I feel his pecs, pretty
solid and firm. I feel the skin on his stomach. I'm gentle and slow.

Then he flexes his biceps and smiles at me. I slowly touch but then just
start gripping and squeezing. He's got some veins popping out, and his arms
are hard.

"Pretty impressive," I say. I was a little surprised at how strong he
was. I'm also looking at how his pants are tight against his legs. "I have
to check your leg muscles too."

He said, "Okay, you're the doctor. Should I take these off?" I just nod and
watch as he stands up and unbuttons his khakis and pulls the zipper down
and then slides them down his legs. His thighs are pale and don't have as
much hair on them. He's wearing white briefs, and I can see the Hanes logo
on the waistband. They're holding his junk like a hammock.

I tell him to put them over on the couch, and he smiles back. Then he walks
over and lays them next to his shirt, neatly. His butt is pretty muscular,
too. His briefs are kind of clinging against him, highlighting the crack
and each mound of flesh. The leg holes are a little pulled up, so I can see
a bit of what I'd call his butt. It's even lighter there, like when you see
guys at the beach, and their bathing suits sag down, showing their tan
line.

He sits back down in front of me, and his legs dangle a little. I reach out
and touch one leg. He flexes for me. I see how the lines come out and how
his calf muscle tightens and rises. I knead down his hairy leg and then up
the other. I get up higher on his thigh but then stop myself.

I tap his knee, and nothing happens. He looks at me, smiles, and then he
kicks his leg but the other one. I laugh. "I guess I need that little
hammer for that." I notice that his robe is kind of loose on me and opening
itself.

I tighten the belt and adjust the lapels to close off more of my naked
chest. While I'm doing that, I notice that the robe is tented out in the
front, draped over me and flapping the fabric like a flag. It's more
noticeable after I fixed the robe.

"What are you going to do next, doctor?" he asks. I think about it. "I have
to give you a shot on your butt."

"Oh, you have to give me a shot?""Yep, stand up and turn around," I tell
him. He does. He leans forward. He reaches back and takes hold of his
underwear.

I think maybe he'll just pull 'em down a bit, but he slides them all the
way down to tuck the waistband beneath his butt cheeks. His butt is pale
and not very hairy but muscular. He's like clenching it, so it's plumped
out and curved in on each side. He's seen me completely naked a ton of
times, but this is the first I've seen so much of him. He looks like he's
ready for a spank.

I reach out and give his left butt cheek a pinch. He yowls. I rub where I
pinched him. He turns around and pulls his shorts up, sits down, and
pretends that his butt is sore now.

We look at each other for about 20 seconds. I ask, "What should come
next?"He replies, "Usually it's time for 'turn your head and cough.'"

I think for a little, and then decide. "That's right. You have to stand up
and take off everything so I can check you."

He smiled. Then he looked down for a second. Then he stood up and slid his
underwear off and tossed it to the side. I saw everything, and it all
bounced as he did it. He looked straight ahead and tried to have a stern
face.

I looked at his dick and his balls. He just let me. I was always naked in
front of him, but now he was the one that was completely naked. He was just
a lot of skin and hair and muscles.

I didn't know what I was supposed to do, exactly. I reached out and put his
balls in my hand and lifted up, then wrapped my hand around his dick. It
felt like mine but all bigger and warmer. They kind of rolled around in my
hand. I saw him trying not to laugh and making a face.

"Turn your head and cough," I said. He did. When he coughed, everything
pulled out of my hand. Then he laughed and coughed together, and I pulled
my hand away and watched him laugh a little and clear his throat. His balls
flinched and clenched, twitching up towards his body, and his cock flopped
to the left and right.

He stood up straight again. "Did I do it right?" I asked.

"Yes, that was just like how my doctor does it." he answered. "But now you
have to check everything to make sure it's all good."

He looked straight ahead, so I looked down and stared at his manhood. I
reached out and took hold of his cock. I felt the skin. I turned it over in
my hand like I was buying a candy bar. I looked at his balls and rolled
them around in my hands. His nutsack was hairier than mine. Everything
about him was just bigger and manlier.

I could tell he was looking down at me, so I looked up at him. "Your doctor
does this to you?" I asked. He nodded yes, slowly. "Do you like having him
see you naked?"

"Yeah, I kind of like it," he answered. Then he said, "Mikey, do you have a
boner under there?" I nodded yes, slowly. "Would you like to show me?" I
nodded yes, slowly. "Okay, then why don't you take that off and show me?"

I stood up straight, almost looking him in the eye. I looked down at the
tented fabric and the outline of my pole beneath. I unfastened the belt and
opened the sides of the robe. My dick poked out between us, standing
straight out from my smooth body. It twitched up, once.

Then I let the robe slide off my back and drop to the floor behind
me. "Pretty impressive," he said.

I was loving his attention. I felt so proud of my dick. I wanted to ...I
don't know what I wanted to do. I just liked showing off, showing him,
showing myself to him. I put my hands on my hips and posed for him. I stood
to the side a little, so he could see it from the side.

"Do you ever play with it when it gets hard like that?" he asked.

I nodded yes, slowly. I started to wonder if maybe I was in trouble for
getting a boner or for saying that I play with it. Maybe he'd spank me and
tell me to control myself. He was looking at me. "Yeah, in the shower," I
replied.

"Do you want to show me now how you play with it in the shower?" he
asked. I thought about it. "Can I?" I answered.

He said, "if you want to, but you don't have to."I said, "I want to. Will
you watch?" He nodded, and we both walked up the stairs to the bathroom.

We got to the bathroom, and he watched as I pulled back the shower curtain
with a screech and turned on the water. Still hard, I stepped into the tub
and let the water run over my naked body. My smooth skin got shiny. I
dipped my head under the water and let the water spray the front of my
body, bouncing off my hard cock as I waved it through the stream.

I left the curtain open and smiled at him as he stood in the doorway and
watched. I grabbed my dick with both fists, hunched over, and started
furiously and fastly beating off, as a joke. He smiled and laughed. Then I
stopped and just started stroking like regular, slow on my wet cock.

It felt really good, not just sliding my wet hands along the length of my
hard dick, but having him watch me do it. He had his arms crossed and one
ankle up, leaning against the side of the door.

I watched as he put one hand on his own dick and started pulling it and
squeezing it. His dick was getting bigger.

"Do you jack off in the shower too?" I asked. He nodded and said, "Yeah, in
the shower sometimes. Sometimes in bed. Other places."

"Have you ever done it and had somebody watch?" I asked."Yeah, I have." He
pulled his hand back, and I could see his full dick, fully hard and long.

"Do you want to jerk off in the shower now with me, and we can watch each
other do it?"He answered, "Are you sure you want me to?" I nodded.

He walked over to me slowly, dick hanging. He stepped over the tub and into
the shower in front of me. This was one of those overhead showers, so it
was pouring water straight down on both of us. They feel really good. It
felt like we were naked in the rain outside and jacking. He pulled the
shower curtain closed.

We were both pulling and squeezing. I watched him run his fingers and the
water all over his chest and down to his legs. I wanted to watch his butt
too.

I'm usually quick when I jerk off in the shower, but I was trying to go
slow and let him see. I watched him roll his balls around with one hand,
just like I was doing before. His dick was thick. The head was spongy and
bigger and round, like a helmet. He tugged it up towards his body, but also
ran his fist down and twisting it.

I could feel myself getting all tight and my balls raising up and
tingling. We were both humping into our hands, clenching our leg muscles
tight and kind of on the balls of our feet.

Suddenly, I wondered if he ever did this with Jason. I thought about how
weird it'd be to jerk off in front of my dad, or to see him jerking off, or
to be doing it at the same time. I wondered if guys jerked off together
ever, like if they were good friends and weren't too shy.

I was almost ready. He was watching, and I think he was waiting for me to
shoot. He was staring. I liked it.

I tensed up and shot out one big glob, and it went over and landed on his
hand. I felt embarrassed. I aimed the next shots down to the floor. I
watched as he rubbed my jizz onto his dick.

Suddenly, he was moaning and started biting his lip. I kept tugging,
enjoying the rush even after I came, feeling how sensitive my dick had
become, and pulling out more cum. I felt my dick straighten a bit.

"Watch," he said. I did. He aimed it up at himself. That made me think of
what if he had shot onto me. Three ropes of white jizz shot up and fell
down onto him, streaking down with the water. I watched him reach up and
rub it all over his chest and around his nipples.

He grunted and moaned a little, kind of gasping with an open breath. I
watched the water roll down his face and drop off his nose and mouth. He
had his eyes shut.

My dick was still in my hand. He opened his eyes and looked at me. He
smiled. I laughed back. He moaned a little, kind of sighing loudly. Both
our dicks were still long and floppy. He rinsed his chest, and I rinsed my
hand off.

He reached out and put one hand on my shoulder. "You okay? You good?" he
asked. I nodded. I looked away a little.

He opened the curtain and stepped out, grabbed a towel and wrapped it
around my shoulders, rubbing it against me. I liked it. My dad always did
that at the beach. He was drying off his hair, and then we both wrapped the
towels around our waists, went downstairs, shared some lemonade, and then
we ordered a pizza. He answered the door in just the towel.