Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2014 11:06:36 -0700
From: - - <mike.99999@yahoo.com>
Subject: Let's Take Off Those Pajamas 2

Let's Take Off Those Pajamas 3

I woke up to the feel of strong, manly hands around my shoulders. I opened
my eyes, confused.

Dad was kneeling on my bed, close to my face, and about to whisper in my
ear. "Morning son, want to go take a drive?" I looked at the clock. It was
6:30 on a Saturday morning. Dad used to get me up to go fishing or hiking
or just to take a drive somewhere. I was wearing only a pair of pajama
bottoms with no underwear beneath, and I had my usual morning wood. I felt
it stab the bed. I wondered how long dad had been sitting there.

"Uh... okay Dad." I rolled over. Dad rubbed my shoulders and gave my butt a
little swat on the way out. I turned to see him walk out the door, and I
was surprised to see that he was butt naked. His bubble butt strutted down
the hall, and I imagined his dick swinging on the other side, out of my
view.

I got up and got in the shower. I could see that Dad had just used it. I
lathered up, thinking of our past two strange encounters. I was still
sleepy as I stood in the running water. I came downstairs to a plate of
bacon and scrambled eggs. I asked where we were going and got a "just
taking a drive" from dad.

We got into his truck and drove off. It was early, so there was nobody on
the sidewalks and no stores were open. We passed maybe one or two other
cars. Dad pulled onto the interstate and turned on the radio. I looked up
at a trucker, high up and staring down at me in the left lane. He smiled,
and I smiled back and gave a little nod. He just kept staring back down at
me. I was wearing shorts and a Tshirt. Dad was just driving, focused on the
road. I was still kind of sleepy, so I leaned my seat back and rested my
neck. We passed the trucker again, and again he stared down at me.

I was staring back and got startled back into reality by my dad's hand on
my knee. "Fallin' asleep on me?" He laughed. He said it was alright. I
closed my eyes.

Next thing I knew, we were in the woods, a narrow road. I guess I had
drifted off for a while. It was a pretty drive. "Are we at Cedar Pond?" I
asked. Dad said "Nope." We drove for a while with just trees and an
occasional house. Then we spotted a sign for a hiking trail. Dad said,
"Hey, let's check that out." We followed the signs, took a gravel road, and
pulled into a little parking area, which was empty. We got out and started
hiking.

It was nice, just the two of us, nobody else around, a nice little
trail. We passed through a little meadow, and dad took his shirt off. We
rested there for maybe ten minutes. Midway through, I took my shirt off
too.

The sun felt good. I also liked sitting there and staring at his bare
chest. We talked, but we didn't talk about anything important. We hadn't
really discussed our evening sharing a bed or dad's spanking. We felt
closer, at least to me, but we didn't talk about it.

After a while, dad stood up and I followed. He didn't put his shirt back
on, so neither did I. We hiked for twenty minutes and then came to this
waterfall and a little pool beneath. We had been following a little stream.

"Hey! Look at this!" Dad said. "You want to take a dip?"

"Right here in the open? What if somebody comes along?"

"Have you seen anybody around in the past hour? Come on, I dare you!" I
wondered if Dad somehow found out that I was a real sucker for dares. I was
pretty cautious and careful. I never really got into trouble, like I
said. But if a buddy dared me, well then I had to do it.

I undid my shorts and let them drop to the ground. Dad smiled and yanked
down his. Then he stepped out of his sneakers. He was completely naked, no
underwear, nothing. I found myself staring at his dick as he stepped from
rock to rock over to the water. I held my shorts and set them by his
clothes. I looked over to the water and thought about leaving my sneakers
on, but I didn't want to wreck them. I moved our clothes behind a little
bush.

"I'm keeping my underwear on!" I said. Dad nodded and waved me over to
him. I kept looking around and over my shoulder. We stood next to each
other and gingerly stepped into the freezing water. It was a bit of a
shock, but also felt good after walking so long on a hot morning.

We finally submerged into the water together, and of course started
splashing each other right away. Dad reached his big arm up and dunked me
down. I charged him and climbed up onto him. I felt our knees and feet and
toes treading the water underneath and bumping against each other. Our
hands slid against each other's naked, wet arms and backs and chests. The
birds chirped around us, and our laughs echoed in the forest.

Dad's hand reached down and squeezed my waist. He pulled my underwear out
at the butt and pulled me to him. I turned around and hugged him and
wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me from under my butt with both
arms. His wet chest hair bristled against my nipples, and our bellies
pushed against each other, tight.

Then I heard somebody's voice. I let go and looked around. It sounded like
some other hikers were coming along the path. Dad beckoned me behind the
waterfall and around to a corner with a tree dipping down into the water. I
wondered if we should just run for our shorts quickly. Dad gave me a shush
with his finger at his lips, and we slowly, quietly walked with just our
heads out of the water around the back of the pond. The voices came closer.

Then we suddenly splashed back and down another little waterfall to another
pool down a hill. It was deep enough that we didn't hit anything but
water. We gasped and asked if each other was alright. We looked up at the
waterfall and the hill we came down, trying to see where we could climb
back up to our clothes. As we collected ourselves and looked around, the
water drifted us gently down a stream. We climbed out to the side and sat
on some rocks. My naked, wet dad checked my back and legs to see if I had
any cuts. I sat there in wet white briefs, now basically see-through and
clinging to me.

We walked along the stream for maybe a minute before we heard voices
again. I felt embarrassed. Dad must've felt just bare-assed. We were
suddenly castaways. I hoped we could encounter our clothes before we
encountered anything close to civilization.

Dad walked in front of me and I walked over to get him. It seemed like he
was walking towards the voices. As I walked over to him, I could see that
he was looking through the trees at a clearing. He leaned over, peering
around a big tree. I looked where he was looking and saw a man behind a
fence, next to a shed. He had his shirt off. I figured it was some guy who
lived out here, doing some gardening. But as he stepped out from behind the
fence, I was surprised to see that not only did he not have a shirt on; he
didn't have anything on.


This was weird. Here we are, Dad naked and me almost, and we come across
some other naked guy. Even more surprising, Dad comes out from behind the
tree and walks through the woods over to him.

"Dad!" I whisper yell at him, "come back!" He keeps walking. I'm still
looking around and over my shoulder. I just want to keep hiking back. I
walk up behind Dad, and he's approaching the naked man and waving at me to
follow. Off to the side, I can see a big clearing and hear more voices. I
see two more naked guys walking along, and then I notice one lying naked in
a big wooden chair with a towel draped over it.

I'm watching Dad step, naked, through the woods and over sticks and dirt,
and I see that first guy notice us. When I catch up with Dad, he's talking
with this guy.

"And now here we are. Our clothes are back up by the pond," Dad
explains. I've never seen my dad naked with anybody else. If we were ever
in a changing room around any other guys, I don't remember it. At least I
don't ever remember us hanging around nude. This guys is almost my dad's
age. He's got a good body and no tan-lines.

He seems real nice, as he explains the situation. "Well, no need to worry
about it," he says. "This is an all-male naturist club." I look
around. It's a nice place. There's some cabins and a big building all set
back in the trees.

This guy introduces himself as Richard and has us follow him. As he's
walking, I'm kind of in a daze, just following along and looking
around. This is some dare. He's taking us to the guy in charge, named
Colin.

We pass some guys playing naked ping pong, some guys playing naked
volleyball, and a pool with guys swimming naked and sitting naked and
walking around naked. I look down and notice that I'm the only one wearing
anything, and I notice that I have a pretty big stiffie wrapped around to
the side in my wet briefs, pointing up and to the side. I look over at Dad,
and his dick is kind of full, too. I start looking at everybody else's
dicks. Some are tiny, some flop around, and some are obviously aroused and
pointing at us.

We walk up to Colin and we all shake hands. I'm looking around at everybody
and everything. I snap back and listen as they're talking. "You're welcome
to rest here for a bit, and then we'll take you back up the trail. It's an
hour before lunch, why don't you join us?" Dad looks at me and I nod okay,
still in a daze.

Colin steps over to me, "And how old are you?"

"Uh... 18?"

"Okay, that's fine then. Now, the only problem is that you're
over-dressed." I look down at my underwear, still clinging to me, the only
stitch around.

Dad says, "It's not really hiding anything anyway, is it?"

Colin says, "It's a strictly enforced policy. Clothing is not optional, or
allowed."

I look around. It's not quite a sea of flesh, but there's a lot of
skin. I'm happy that there's no girls. I'd be extra-embarrassed. I take a
hold of my briefs and try to slide them down, but they just grab onto my
legs and cling down my thighs. I finally step my feet out of them and hold
them in a clump in front of my bobbing cock.

I can feel myself blush a little as we stand there in a circle in the
sun. Dad puts his hand on my shoulder. "Don't be shy, son. Thanks guys for
welcoming us." Then he gives me a couple pats on the butt. I look around.

Colin tells me to drape my drawers over the railing to dry. I set them
there in the sun and stand, not knowing where to put my hands and thinking
about the advent of pockets.

So now we're just a bunch of naked dudes. We've gotten a bit of interest
from the rest of the guys around, but everybody's just hanging out,
literally.

Richard says to us, "You'll want to put some sunblock on before you get
burned." There's big bottles of it all around, as it's got to be a big
concern here.

Dad takes a big squirt and spreads big globs of white cream on his nose and
shoulders. Then he hands it to me while he starts rubbing it in. I smear my
face and my chest and my arms, and Dad's doing the same. We're getting a
bit more interest from everybody now.

"You want me to do your back?" Dad asks me. I nod and say thanks. He stands
behind me and smears the cream onto my skin. It feels weird and exciting to
have him touching me like this. The lotion feels nice.

He goes lower and lower and lower down my back. And then, he stands to the
side and starts smearing my butt with sunblock. Everyone can see his hand
swiping my skin and rubbing all around my ass, down to the backs of my
legs. He's going fast, and I can feel the skin bouncing up after each
pass. It feels so hot. I'm thinking about everybody watching. I'm
remembering how Dad slipped off my clothes in bed and rubbed me like this
to help me fall asleep.

"Would you do me?" Dad asks. I take the bottle from him and squirt some
into my hand. I stand behind him and smear it across his broad shoulders,
then rub my hands all over his skin until it glistens and shines. I wipe
and stroke my hands all down his back.

I wonder if I should ask, but then I don't. I just start smearing his
ass. I'm letting myself enjoy being able to touch him all over. I rub
between each cheek and under the curve and down to his thighs. I make sure
every last inch of him has felt my fingers.

It's quick, but great, and now we're rubbing lotion into our legs, facing
each other, and blatantly staring at each other's hardened cocks, pointing
out. The last spot to get. We're staring at each other when Richard comes
back. His dick is pointing straight up and waggling as he walks.

"Make sure you get those, too," he says. He takes a bit of the cream and
slides it onto his dick. Dad and I each follow suit and slop some moist,
cold sunblock on, staring down at ourselves but also watching each
other. We're standing in a triangle, all with our legs curiously wide,
stroking under our balls and smearing white lotion up our long dicks.

Dad just starts jerking off. I look around. I see other guys watching and
tugging. Richard starts stroking, too. I figure it's okay. We stare at each
other and watch. We start saying things like "Yeah" to each other,
encouraging it, moaning, biting our lips, feeling the sun and stares from
20 guys warming our asses.

It's quick, and over. It's that easy, too-soon first load. We each shoot a
glob or two. Mine barely slops out; it usually shoots high and far. It's
still really hot. Jerking with somebody else is hotter than just stroking
alone.

There are towels everywhere. We use one to clean up and then each grab one
to sit on. We're lying around in the sun and chatting about the place,
about each other, making introductions. We're waiting for lunchtime.

Then there's a splash of water. Some kid about my age, maybe older but thin
and with a young face, is apologizing for spilling his drink on Dad. He's
picking ice cubes off his chest and lap.

"I'm so sorry!"  "Oh, that's alright. It was just a little cold."

This kid is kneeling in front of my dad and padding him with a towel and
tossing ice cubes off into the grass.

Dad says, "Really, it's okay. What's your name?"

"Nick, my name's Nick. I'm really sorry sir."

"Sir? Well, you've got good manners, Nick."

"Oh, thank you."

"Nick, I'm okay.  But I think you need to learn a lesson," Dad says,
resting his hand on Nick's shoulder.

"Oh, okay."

"Nick, I think you need a good spanking."

"Oh, alright!" Nick says. He stands up in front of us, his dick
wagging. He's got shaggy hair and a thin body. He's smooth like me. As he
lays his body over my dad's lap, I notice how firm and flexed his butt is.

I'm seeing Dad from a different angle now. In the past, it was me over his
lap. And of course he wasn't ever nude. I'm sitting across from the action
and staring between Dad's legs. His dick is blocked from view by Nick's
dick. I watch Dad squeeze his thick thighs together, stroking Nick's dick.

Dad rests his palm on the pale, perfect butt in front of him. Slap! Slap!
Slap! and then Dad's hand holds the skin and rubs it, smoothly.

Smack! Smack! and again Dad's hand rests in place against the skin,
starting to get redder. Dad is smiling and looking around, like it's a
little show. He looks at me and winks before leaning down to Nick.

"Have you learned your lesson, son?" Nick nods. Dad says, "Okay, that's
good." But Nick doesn't get up and Dad doesn't make any motion for Nick to
get up. Instead, he just continues stroking and rubbing, occasionally
squeezing his legs together.

Dad rubs circles, like he's polishing it smoother. I watch intently as he
holds his thumb against Nick's hole, just as I had done to Dad. He holds it
there and presses. He strokes it down, rubs all over the cheeks, and then
replaces his thumb with his index finger. Nick's just lying there.

Dad's finger slowly explores. There are conversations around us and yelling
from by the pool, but those of us nearby are just watching the show. His
finger slowly goes in. His other hand strokes Nick's back. Nick's knees
widen, as he straddles my dad's frame.

As his finger goes deeper, Nick moans. Dad's thumb strokes between Nick's
legs and towards his balls. Dad pulls his index finger out a bit and then
includes his middle finger. Nick is loving it. In and out, up and down, Dad
gently massages Nick's ass. I find myself wishing I was Nick.

Dad pulls out and smacks Nick's ass and pulls him up for a hug. Dad is
half-reclining in one of those poolside chairs, so Nick is kind of lying on
top of him. Their arms wrap around each other. As Nick's legs wrap around
my Dad, I can see a thick, long, hard dick pop up and slap Nick's ass for
one last spank. It looks like mine, only it's bigger. It's Dad's.

Then Nick slides back onto it. He slowly takes it in. Dad holds Nick's
thighs, his fingers like the straps of a jock, wrapping under the mounds of
flesh. I find myself wishing I was Nick.

Dad looks at me. I smile. He's been smiling. I wink at him. He hugs Nick
closer and thrusts up and down with his hips. I watch as Nick arches his
back and slides forward and backwards and deeper onto Dad's dick.

They bounce and grind. Nick gets up and turns around. I watch the faces his
makes in agony and ecstasy. Dad looks at me sometimes and sometimes leans
his head back and closes his eyes. He's grunting.

Colin is next to me. Our naked knees are touching. We both have boners and
are both staring. I'm holding mine. He's holding his. With his other hand,
he reaches over and starts stroking my thigh. It feels really good. It's
relaxing but also exciting. I just let him. I move my leg closer. He pets
higher on my thigh.

Now Dad is watching us. I wonder what he's thinking. He's still plowing
Nick, but he's watching my cock as intently as I've been watching his.

Colin reaches over and plays with my balls. It feels great. I move my hand
and let him stroke my cock. His hand goes up and down. He swirls his palm
like a corkscrew. He holds my whole dick and balls and pulls it away from
my body. He's an expert. It's awesome. I lean back and close my eyes.

Dad is watching me. He pulls out of Nick and squirts his load all over
Nick's firm ass. With his hand, he smears it all over and gives Nick a few
more smacks. Nick turns around and jizzes into Dad's chest hair.

At that moment, I let loose. This is no quick come now. This is my usual
special. It shoots up a foot or two in jet after jet. It's thinner and
almost watery. It's frothy. It goes onto Colin, and he shoots onto his hand
and belly.

I yell out, "Oh, Dad!" and muffle myself into grunts.

I lean back and collapse into the chair, covered in goo.

Dad steps over to me, wipes me over with a towel, and finishes by holding
my dick under the soft, warm towel. His hand, even separated by fabric,
feels amazing to me.

He leans down and gives me a sweet little kiss on the lips.

It's time for lunch.




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