Date: Fri, 2 Oct 2015 22:40:44 +0000 (UTC) From: - - Subject: House Rules: Naked - Part 4 Always happy to hear from readers, and check out all my stories at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#mike.99999 House Rules: Naked - Part 4 Dad woke me up extra early, but that wasn't unusual. Sometimes, when he had time off, we'd get up early and go do something for the day. Of course, I really enjoyed the time together. Dad asked me if I would like to go to the beach, and I assumed he meant the usual family beach we normally went to. "No, this is a different beach," he explained, kneeling over my bed. "It's a little far, but... uh... It's a clothing-optional beach... and, uh... I thought you might enjoy that." I was grinning. "Really?" He nodded yes. He was grinning, too. "And you'll do it, too?" He nodded. Dad said, "We don't have to... but if you want to..." I responded, "I want to. Let's go!" Dad put together a bag with some waters and food and towels and stuff. I put on some swishy shorts and a T-shirt, and Dad wore his bathing suit. We got in his truck and drove for a while. Just driving together was nice. Dad cracked some dirty jokes, dirtier than I ever heard from him before. My shirt was loose and blowing around in the wind. "Can we take our shirts off?" I asked. Dad thought about it. "Okay, at the next red light." When I saw a light turn yellow, I looked at him. He stopped, and I pulled my shirt off and so did he. It was exciting to be half-undressed in public, and together too, even though there were hardly any other cars on the road. It was really early. When we got close to the beach, we were in a neighborhood and behind a garbage truck. The guys on the back looked only a little older than me, and they looked back at us. Have you ever noticed how those guys either look at you or try not to, like joggers do too? We finally got to the beach and parked and walked over this hill, saw a warning sign about nude sunbathers, and saw the ocean. I expected to see a bunch of naked people, but it was deserted. It hit us that it was still really early, and it was also a Tuesday. There was a guy fishing about a half mile down, away from the naked part. "I guess we'll have it all to ourselves for a while," Dad said, as he laid down this big blanket and set down our bag. Then it was time to go for it. Dad had seen me naked a bunch lately, but not outside like this. I gave him an asking glance, he nodded back, and I slid my shorts down, immediately feeling the salty breeze all over. I looked around the empty beach, a little embarrassed and a little thrilled. Dad stood up and brushed some sand off his hands. He nervously flexed his chest and shoulders. I stared at the show as he hooked his thumbs in the side of his elastic waistband and slid it down a bit, revealing the best part of any man, the sides of the tops of the hips. I pictured the side away from me, the crack peeking out. Then they were off, and his muscular thighs were there, and then I saw it, finally. There was dad's dick. It was normal. It was nice. It was amazing to me and suddenly seemed right to me for us to be like this together. Right away, he was running to the water, and I watched his firm ass jog and flex and bounce as he kicked up sand. I chased him, and he turned, and we raced and splashed each step into the surf. Playing naked with him on an empty beach was so cool. I really can't use any other words for that. It felt like there was nothing else in the world except the two of us, our bodies, the water. We splashed each other. He picked me up. The air felt cool and salty. We finally ran back up to our spot behind some rocks. I splayed myself face-down and we both laughed. We sat there and watched the surf, still waiting for some more people to show up. I felt the sun on my back, and then I felt his hand on my back. He was gently rubbing my back, and then he trailed one finger down my leg, just like Jason's dad did by the pool. I let out a moan. It was pretty obvious that I was loving it and must've been enjoying it when Jason's dad did it and my dad watched. "Do you like that?" my dad asked."Yeah, that feels good," I answered. He kept slowly trailing his finger around my leg and up to the curve of my buns. He asked, "Do you like it, or do you LIKE like it?" I didn't know what to say. I wasn't exactly sure what he was asking me. I replied, "What's the difference?" "Well, if you LIKE like something, then it means you really like it a lot," he answered. "You remember when we had the big birds and the bees talk about your body changing and how everything works? Well, your body will show you if you really LIKE like something, and you'll know it." I think I was getting the picture, but I didn't know what to say or do. "If you like this, you can just stay there and I'll keep doing it," he said, so I did, and he did. After a while, he said, "You know son, most dads just have that birds and bees talk once and that's the end of it, ....but we can have that talk keep going. Anything you want to talk about is okay.... anything you want to know, you can ask.... whatever you like is alright" I still didn't know what to say or do, but he knew that. He said, "When I was younger, I was lucky. That birds and the bees talk was on ongoing conversation when I needed it. I could ask anything and talk about anything I was curious about." I was really curious. He said, "Roll over." I did, and he saw that I was really really boned up from his touch. Then I looked at him, and he was hard too. He reached out his hand, and he grazed my leg gently, trailing one finger around like he did to my back and butt and the backs of my legs and knees. Up from my knee, along the inside of my thigh, around to my hip, and up to my ribs and chest. He patted my side and rubbed his flat hand around my chest, around my belly, just above my waist, and then he rested his hand on my thigh again. I was staring at his erect penis and his big, hairy balls, all still wet from the ocean. My hand touched his knee and then I touched his toes. I wanted to be naked with him forever. "What do YOU like like?" I finally asked. He went back to sensually touching my nude body as the water evaporated off me. He answered, "Well, touching ...and being touched. Being naked in public or at somebody's house or in my truck. Having fun and hanging out with another guy, like you." We smiled. "Can we stay here all day?" I asked. "Well, if we do, we should probably put on some sunblock then." He grabbed the big bottle from his bag and asked if I wanted him to put some on my back. I rolled over onto my stomach, and he rubbed a little on my ears and my neck, then he smeared a lot on my back and massaged it in. He got my shoulders and all down my arms. When he got low on my back, he again trailed one finger around my bare buns and said "Here too?" I looked back at him and nodded yes. He rubbed and caressed each mound of flesh, smeared his hands in a big circle, and then he slid his hands between and greased between my thighs and then down my legs. He was rubbing my feet when I rolled over. Still poking up, I stretched my arms out flat and separated my legs, inviting him to spread it all over my front. "Do you want me to rub it everywhere?" he asked. I nodded yes. He did my legs, never getting too close to my crotch. Then he did my arms and under my armpits, tickling me as I lay there. He spread some on my face and gently rubbed it across my forehead and cheeks. Then down my neck and chest and stomach. "Here too?" he asked. I nodded. "You sure?" he checked. I said, "yeah." With a palm full of lotion, he smeared around my crotch, through my hair, around and down to my balls and between my legs, then up to the shaft of my cock and down (or up, really) the length of it. He swirled more around it, rubbing in the lotion very thoroughly. Up my cock and down, massaging me rather than jerking it. And I came. It just oozed out of me and down his fingers. He rubbed it in like the lotion, and we just looked at each other. Then it was his turn.