Date: Wed, 23 Dec 2009 18:39:18 -0700
From: TJ Allen <dnapplesdn@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mike's Dad

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Mike's Dad

This church was different than the others we'd been to.  It was plain, and
looked more like a movie theater than a place to worship.  No crucifixes to
be seen, no stained glass or candles.  And I didn't get sent off to the
kids area.  I sat with Mom the whole time.  And it seemed like forever.
Finally, the last "Amen" and people began to mill about, chatting with each
other.  When we had arrived, the service was starting, so I didn't really
get a chance to look around to see if there were any other kids around.
And during the sermon, I couldn't really see much from our spot in the back
row.  But now that it was over I wandered around a bit, looking to see who
was there.

We'd just moved in to town a few weeks before.  My dad had recently died in
an auto accident, and Mom couldn't stand living in the house without him.
She decided it would be best if we moved closer to her sister and her
family.  We ended up in a house just around the corner from my aunt and
uncle and two cousins - Nash and Nick.. I liked hanging out with them a
lot, but at 16 and 13, they were a little older than me and didn't usually
want a little kid around.

People were starting to leave the church, and just as I turned around to
see where mom went, he stepped into view.

"I'm Michael Warner, but you can call me Mike. What's your name?"  I
guessed the boy in front of me was just about my age - 11 years.

"I'm Dax Simon."

"Dax?  I've never heard that name before.  It's cool."  He smiled and I
knew I'd just found my first new friend in this place.  I had always hated
my name up to that point.  It was unusual, and I could never find it on all
the personalized kid toys like bike license plates, key chains, etc.  But
when Michael said he thought it was cool, it changed things.  I could tell
that he was one of the popular kids - the clothes, the haircut, outgoing,
and very cute.

Just then, my mom walked up with another woman.  "Well I see you two have
met" the woman said with a big smile on her face.  "Michael, introduce me
to your friend."

"This is my mom" he said, with just the slightest roll of his eyes.

"Hi Dax.  I'm Fran.  Your mom has told me all about you.  How would you
like to come over to our house this weekend and play with Mike?  He's got
all sorts of toys and gadgets."

Mom looked down at me, and nodded.

"Sure" I said.

Fran put her hand on my shoulder and squeezed "Great!  We'll see you on
Saturday!  Katie, I'll call you later and we can work out the details.
Gotta go before my husband wonders what happened to us.  Come on Mike."

"Bye Dax.  See you Saturday."

"Bye Mike."

Mom and I began walking toward the car.  "I'm glad you met someone your
age.  Mike and his mom seem very nice."

"Yeah" I said.  "Why wasn't Mike's dad here with them?"

"I don't know.  Maybe he's like your dad was, and just doesn't like going
to church."

I wanted to tell her that I didn't like going to church either.  But I knew
she didn't want to hear that.  And it wasn't so bad.  At least I had found
a buddy.

On Saturday, mom told me that Fran had invited me to spend the night at
their place, and then come to church with them the next day.  That way mom
could have some time to herself, and not have to worry about going to pick
me up. I wasn't crazy about the idea.  Even though Mike and Fran seemed
cool, I really didn't know them.  And I hadn't even met Mike's dad.

Mom could tell I wasn't sold on the idea.  "Oh come on" she said.. " I
think it will be good for you.  If you aren't having a good time, you can
call me and I will come and get you."

I was still a bit apprehensive but relented.  "Ok.  But you have to come
and get me if I call you."

She chuckled.  "Stop worrying.  It'll be fun."

I packed a duffel bag with my clothes and a toothbrush, we piled into the
car.  Mike and his family lived on the other side of town, in a much more
upscale neighborhood.  As we turned down their street, I couldn't help but
notice how big and beautiful the houses were.  Mom pulled into a driveway
with an open garage door.  Mike and a tall, balding blond man stepped out
of the garage.  Mike ran up to my side of the car and opened my door.

"Hey Dax.  Come on, I want to show you my tree house." Mike started to run
toward the side yard.

"Hold on just a minute" the man grabbed Mike by the scruff of his neck.
"Be polite and introduce me to your guest."  Mom stepped out of the car.

"Dax, this is my dad.  Dad, this is Dax and his mom" Mike said, as he
twisted out of his dad's grip on his neck.

Mom walked up to the man and put out her hand to shake.  "Hello, I'm Katie.
You must be Joe."

"Hi Katie.  Thanks for bringing Dax over.  I'm sure him and Mike will have
a blast.  Hey there Dax."  He turned toward me and put his hand out for me
to shake.  I shook his hand and noticed how big it was.  I felt like a toy
standing next to him.  "Did you bring your clothes so you can stay over?"

"Yeah, its in the back seat."  I headed toward the back door of the car,
just as Fran appeared out of the garage.

"Hi Dax.  Hey Katie.  Are you ready to head out?"  She had her purse with
her and her keys in her hand. As I pulled my bag out of the car, I looked
over at mom.

"Fran and I are going to do some shopping."  Fran gave a quick peck on the
cheek to her husband and told him to grill some burgers if we got hungry.
She and mom got in the car and backed out of the drive.

Joe turned to me with a big smile and said "Welcome Dax.  Put your bag in
Mike's room and make yourself at home."  Mike was already heading toward
the front door, telling me what he had planned for us.  He took me to his
room and I dropped off my bag.  He showed me around the room, pointing out
various toys and asking if I had any of the same things.  We had pretty
much the same types of toys - hot wheels, board games, building sets, etc.,
except he had a lot more of them .  He showed me the rest of the house,
including the bathroom, his parents room, the living room and kitchen.
Then he took me down to the basement It contained a pool table, and a big
TV with lots of floor pillows and bean bag chairs in front.  In the back of
the room was a complete weight set with a bench.

By the time we got upstairs, his dad had come back in the house.  He was in
the kitchen, standing in front of the refrigerator.  "Hey guys, want
something to drink?"

"Nah, we're going outside" Mike said.

"You should find out if Dax wants anything before you just answer for him"
Joe said.  "He's your guest."

I looked at his dad.  "No thank you, Mr. Warner."

"Mr. Warner?  No need to be so formal.  Just call me Joe."  Then he popped
the tab on a can of Bud and took a swig.  As Mike and I headed for the back
door, Joe began taking off his shirt, and told us he was going to jump in
the shower.  I couldn't help but notice how hairy Joe was. Even though he
was bald on the top of his head, his chest and stomach were covered in
blond fur.  I was mesmerized, and couldn't stop looking.  I had seen my dad
naked many times, and knew he had hair on his body.  But it was nothing
like this.  Joe told Mike to listen for the phone, and he headed down the
hallway.

"Wow, your dad sure is hairy" I said, as soon as I was sure that Joe
couldn't hear me.

"Yeah, mom always teases him about it, but I think it's cool.  I hope I'm
hairy like him when I get older."

"Me too" I chimed in.  And I realized that I felt kind of funny, and my
dick was hard and pushing against my underwear.

We went out into the backyard.  There was a swimming pool with a hot tub,
and a two story building behind it, toward the back of the yard.  Mike took
me over to a large tree.  He pointed up to a wooden structure in the
branches and said "That's my tree house.  Me and Dad built it.  Let's go
up."  He started climbing the blocks of wood that were nailed to the trunk,
and I followed.  I couldn't stop thinking about seeing Joe with his shirt
off.  I wondered if Mike had ever seen his dad fully naked.  "My dad had
some hair on his chest and around his thing, but he wasn't as hairy as your
dad."  I was hoping Mike would tell me more about Joe.  "Dad has a lot of
hair down there" he said.  My heart started beating faster just hearing
Mike talk about his dad's pubic hair.

"How do you know?  Have you seen it?"  I asked.

"Yeah, lots." he responded.  "Dad doesn't wear clothes much, unless someone
is here, or he is going somewhere."

I tried to stay cool, but I was so turned on by the thought of seeing Joe
fully naked, that I could barely breathe.  "I only saw my dad naked when
we'd take a shower together when I was a kid" I said, hoping he would say
they did the same.

But just then we heard the phone ringing.  Mike scrambled down the tree to
answer it I went down after him.  We went in through the back door, and
just as Mike got close to the phone, it stopped mid-ring.  I could hear his
dad talking from down the hall.  He had gotten to it before Mike did.  His
voice was getting louder, and just as I looked up, his dad walked into the
den, talking on the phone, bareass naked.  His dick looked huge to me,
flopping around as he walked.  He didn't seem to care a bit that I was
seeing him naked.  I couldn't stop staring at it.  .  "Come on Dax, let's
go back outside."  I pried my eyes away, and followed Mike back out toward
the tree house.  "See what I mean?" he said.  "He's always like that."

Afraid Mike would see the tent in my shorts, I asked "what is that?."
pointing at the building behind the pool.

"That's the pool house and my dad's office.  Wanna see?"

"Yeah" I said, following him to the door.  Inside was a big room with some
lounge furniture, and a bar in the corner.  There were some stairs against
the far wall, and two doors along the back wall.  Mike walked over to the
first door and said "Here's the bathroom if you need it, and the other one
is the guest bedroom.  Dad's office is upstairs.  Wanna go for a swim?"

"I didn't bring my swimsuit."

"That's ok.  We have extra.  Come in here."  He went into the guest
bedroom, and over to a large chest.  He opened the bottom drawer and it was
full of swimsuits.  "One of these will fit you."  He pulled out a stack and
put them on the bed.  Then he turned around and just stood there watching
me.  "Well, are you gonna try one on?" he asked.

I suddenly became very shy, and didn't want to take off my clothes in front
of Mike.  Mike reached over and grabbed one out of the stack.  "Why is this
one here, this is my favorite?"  He immediately started getting undressed.
When he was totally naked, he stopped.  I could tell he was waiting for me
to get undressed.  I started unbuttoning my shirt.  He sat down on the bed,
but didn't take his eyes off me.  I continued removing clothes until I was
totally bareassed too.

Mike looked right at my dick - pink, hairless and rock hard.  "You got a
boner too" he said.  I hadn't noticed, but his dick was sticking out just
like mine.  He walked over to me and put his dick right beside mine,
comparing.  He laughed, and said "Look, we're the same size."  I laughed
nervously and shook my head in agreement.  He was so comfortable standing
there naked with me.

"Do you ever play with it?" Mike asked, still looking right at my penis.

"Yeah, when I'm taking a bath.  I soap it up and rub it, till it makes me
feel funny."  He had his hand on his dick, just lightly playing with it as
we stood there.  He reached out and grabbed my dick and started rubbing it.
"Does that feel good?"  I shook my head up and down.  "I like it too" he
said.  "We'll play more later.  Let's go swimming."  He let go of my cock,
turned around, put his swim suit on and headed out the door.

I pulled the one I had selected on, still hard, and followed him out to the
pool.

We jumped in and started swimming and splashing.

"Hey guys, you getting hungry?"  It was Joe.  He was calling from the back
door.  He was naked, drying himself off from his shower.  I couldn't see
his dick though, as the towel was in the way.

Michael looked at me and back to his dad.  "Yes, I'm hungry."  I chimed in
"Me too" and Joe said "Great, I'll fire up the grill."  He turned and went
back in to the house.

"I think its so cool that your dad hangs out naked like that" I said.  "Do
you ever go naked too?"

"Mom doesn't like it when we're naked. She can't make dad get dressed, but
she makes me.  So I can only do it when it's just me and dad."

"He doesn't care if you're naked?" My heart was beating faster with each
word.

"No.  He says it's good for us to be naked.  He just tells me not to when
mom is around."

I couldn't pass up an opportunity like this.  "Well, your mom's not around
now.  Why aren't you naked?  Your dad is."

"He's naked because he just got out of the shower.  . He already told me we
should keep our clothes on while you're here, so you aren't uncomfortable."

"But I've already seen you when we changed into our suits, so I don't
care..  I like hanging out naked too."  I tried to sound like it was no big
deal, even though I was probably drooling at the thought of hanging out
naked with Mike's dad.

"You hang out naked?  It doesn't count if you're all by yourself.  It only
counts if there is someone else there too."  Uh-oh.  He knew I was
bluffing.

"No, I hang out naked with my cousins.  Nash and Nick."  It was a lie.  I
had seen them naked when we stayed with them, but only for a couple of
seconds. We had never hung out naked.

"How old are they?  Do they have hair around their things" Good, I was
definitely piquing his interest.  Back on track.

"Yeah, Nash has a lot of hair.  Not as much as your dad though.  Nick just
has a little around his dick."

I didn't realize it, but Joe had come back out of the house, and was
preparing to light the gas grill.  I heard him open the grill and turned to
see him.  He was wearing just a pair of white nylon shorts.  It was obvious
though that he didn't have anything on underneath.  I could see the outline
of his dick.  I didn't know how much he had heard of our conversation.  He
didn't act as if he had heard any of it.

"So Dax, are you a swimmer?  You look like you're pretty good."  Joe sat
down in one of the patio chairs, with his leg spread.  I could still see
the outline of his dick.

"I'm ok.  I used to swim a lot at the Y by our old house."  I really wasn't
very good, but didn't want to admit that to Joe.

"I used to go to the Y when I was a kid too.  Back then, it was just men
and boys, no girls allowed.  And we all swam naked in the pool. Me and my
best friend Calvin used to go there almost every day after school and play
water polo.  Wish it was still like that.  Felt great to strip down, and
swim naked.  Feel the warm water all over your body."  As he was talking, I
could see his dick was growing in his shorts.  Mine was too.

He got up from the chair, walked to the edge of the pool and dove in.  He
swam the length of the pool underwater, came up for a breath, then went
back under and swam back to the other end.  When he came up for air, he
said "I need to lose these" and took his shorts off and threw them to the
sidewalk around the pool.

"Mike, go get the hamburger meat out of the fridge.  And while you're in
there, give your mom a call and find out when she's coming home.  Ask her
if she wants me to cook her a burger."

Mike climbed out of the pool, dried off a bit, and went in to the house.
Joe swam over next to me.  "You should lose the trunks.  Feels a lot better
to swim without `em.  Want me to help you?"  I shook my head yes.  He
reached down and tugged on my suit. I pulled my legs out.  He tossed my
suit to the side, where he had thrown his earlier.  He reached down and
cupped by dick and nuts. "Wow.  You like this as much as I do."  He grabbed
my hand, pushed it underwater and on to his cock.  "Feel good?"

I shook my head yes again.  He backed me up against the side of the pool
and put his dick up against mine and started rubbing.  "I'm glad Mike found
a new friend.  I think we're going to have lots of fun."