Date: Fri, 12 Jul 2002 21:24:04 +0000
From: J S <justabuddy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chad and Dad 1

This is a work of fiction.

	When Dad came to pick me up from Tony's house, he was furious when he saw
how muddy I'd gotten riding Tony's four-wheeler.  He made me strip to my
undershorts before letting me in his truck so I wouldn't get mud in it. We
were supposed to go watch a Braves game with one of Dad's buddies.
        "This is damn irresponsible of you Chad. I specifically told you to
not get dirty.  Now what are we supposed to do? You don't listen.  What do I
have to do to get you to listen to what I say?" I didn't answer; just hung
my head and sulked. He swung his hand at me, smacking my bare chest hard. "I
asked you a question; answer me!"
        "I don't know, Dad. I'm sorry I screwed up, we were just horsing
around." I was embarrassed sitting in his truck in nothing but my old ragged
white underwear, and just wanted to get home and get my punishment over
with.
        "Well" he said, "I'll tell you what we are going to do. You aren't
going to ruin my day, boy. We're going on over to Rick's and I guess you'll
just have to go wearing your underwear. Damn, you could have at least worn a
decent pair."
       "Dad, I can't go over there! You've got to take me home first and let
me get some clothes!" He just laughed. "Maybe this will teach you to
listen."
	We pulled up in Mr. Hayes' driveway, and I just sat in the truck. "Get on
out, or I'll pull you out and bust your ass right here in the driveway,
boy."  Blushing beet red, I climbed out of the cab and followed my dad up to
the door.
	"Hey, Glenn, game's just coming on...what's happened here?" he asked when he
caught sight of me behind my dad.
        "Just teaching the boy he's got to listen to what I tell him, buddy.
He got muddy over at Tony's this morning, and now he ain't got anything but
his skivvies clean enough to wear."
        Mr. Hayes laughed. "He can borrow some of Andy's clothes; shouldn't
be too big on him."
        "No," my dad said. "Maybe he'll learn to listen if he has to spend
the day over here in nothing but his underwear." We followed Mr. Hayes into
the den, where his son Andy, two years older than me, sat watching the game.
     Again, Dad went through the whole embarrassing explanation about why I
wasn't dressed, and Andy laughed hard, slapping me on my naked back. "You
got to listen to what the ol' man tells you buddy. I learned that the hard
way too." As part of my punishment, they decided that I would wait on them
while the game was on, bringing them beer, making them sandwiches, and being
teased about how cute my butt looked and how big the bulge was in the front
of my underwear.  I was most embarrassed that Andy was witnessing my
humiliation; I had always looked up to him plus I figured he'd tell friends
and everyone would know what happened. When he followed me on one of my
trips to the kitchen, I thought I was in for more teasing from him. Instead,
he said "Listen Chad, don't worry about all this shit. I won't tell
anybody."
       "Oh man, thanks!" I breathed a sigh of relief. "I'll owe you big time
if you don't."
       "I know," he said, grinning and grabbing my ass.
	By the end of the game, Dad was in a much better mood, thanks to several
beers and a victory by the Braves. I was really looking forward to going
home, but I knew my day wasn't over yet when Mr. Hayes asked Dad if he
wanted to shoot some pool.  My dad loves to play pool, so they grabbed a
fresh six-pack and headed to the basement.
        "So what are we going to do?" Andy asked.
        "I just want to go home man; this is stupid, having to hang around
here in my underwear." I said.  Andy grabbed me and yanked my undershorts
down.
        "There, now you aren't hanging in your underwear, you're hanging out
of them!" I grabbed at my shorts to pull them up, but Andy wouldn't let me.
We ended up on the floor, me trying to pull them up, Andy working to get
them completely off.  Being the bigger of the two of us, he soon succeeded
and jumped up, waving my briefs around above his head, laughing. I was
jumping up and down, trying to snatch them away from him when Mr. Hayes and
Dad came upstairs to see what the commotion was about.
        After Andy explained, Mr. Hayes replied, "Well, if you think its so
funny, maybe we should strip you naked too, boy."
       "C'mon Dad, I was just teasing Chad.  You know, helping him learn his
lesson about not listening to his Dad!"
       "I don't think Glenn asked for your help, so maybe you need to learn
a lesson about minding your own business! Strip them clothes off, son."
       "Dad...." Andy started to protest, but Mr. Hayes grabbed him by the arm
and jerked down his shorts and boxers in one swift motion then yanked his
T-shirt over his head. Andy was a sight, blushing beet red, naked with his
shorts around his ankles. When Mr. Hayes turned him loose, Andy quickly
covered his privates with his hands, but not before we all noticed that his
penis appeared at least half erect.
       "Look at this boy, Glenn. I think he likes having his daddy yank his
panties down!"  I loved seeing Andy so embarrassed. It served him right. Mr.
Hayes pushed Andy's hands away from his crotch and his now fully hard dick
sprang up. To be honest, I was surprised. He's a well-built guy with big
arms and a strong chest and legs. His dick however was only about a six
incher at most.  Two big nuts dangled in a tight sack beneath his dick and
the whole package was surrounded by a mat of thick dark hairs that spread up
to his belly.
       "Looks like my boy is enjoying all this too, Rick." My dick was
swollen to its full 7-1/2 inches and when I realized it, I quickly tried to
cover up, but Dad wasn't going to have that. "Move your hands son, or Andy
and Mr. Hayes will get to see you get your ass busted." Reluctantly, I did
as I was told, and my throbber jutted out from its nest of curly red hairs.
"Get up and stand next to Andy," Dad ordered. "Hands behind your heads." We
stood completely naked in front of our fathers. "Your boy reminds me a lot
of you Rick, except looks like he didn't inherit the Hayes meat. Not much of
a dick on him." They both laughed hard.
       "Yup, and looks like your boy is all dick and not much else!" It was
pretty awful to stand there totally exposed while our dads eyed us up and
down, but I couldn't help feeling a little proud that I out-dicked the big
cocky jock beside me.
       Our dads walked around us, making comments to each other. I heard Dad
smack Andy's bare buttocks. "Big firm butt on this boy, Rick. Nice and
plump."
       I felt Mr. Hayes' hands grab my butt cheeks. "Solid little ass on
your boy too Glenn."
       When they came back around in front of us, Dad grabbed Andy's pec.
"This is what you could look like if you'd work at it, boy," he said to me.
I'm not sure, but I think he pinched his tit before he let go. Something had
made his nipples get hard. Dad rubbed Andy's belly and gave it a punch.
"Nice hard abs too."
       Mr. Hayes began feeling my chest and stomach. "Your boy is solid as a
rock, Glenn. Just not bulked up like Andy." I felt pretty helpless, just
standing there while Dad's friend examined and commented on my body. "Flex
your biceps, kid."  He squeezed the two small hard muscles that popped up in
my arms. "Not bad." While still flexed, his hands ran under my arms, into my
pits. "Not sprouting much fur anywhere else, but got a nice growth here and
around his whacker." I couldn't believe it when his fingers felt my pubic
bush. "Got a dick about as big as your daddy, don't you kid. Balls about as
big as his too." My penis pointed straight up when he cupped my nutsack,
rolling my balls between his rough fingers. I looked over at Dad, shocked to
see him feeling Andy's privates. Just then, Mr. Hayes grabbed my hardon, and
I couldn't help what happened next. I let out a loud groan and my dick
exploded, shooting cum all over his arm and the front of his shirt.  Next
thing I know, I hear Andy grunt and see his dick, firmly in Dad's grasp,
spurting cum straight up in the air, at least as high as his head.
      When I finally stopped shooting, I started apologizing. "I'm sorry Mr.
Hayes. I couldn't help it!"
      He just laughed, shucked off his shirt, and wiped my cum off his arm.
"It's ok boy, Andy's shot all over me several times. But I usually make him
lick it up. Next time you will too." I looked at my dad and he just smiled.

To be continued...