Date: Mon, 16 Jun 2003 06:30:39 -0700
From: dude sweet <dudesweet@hotmail.com>
Subject: Cool Clothes

I was having my first sleepover in 7th grade with a new friend Isaac.  Or
Eyes as me and a some of the other guys called him.  Eyes was the coolest
guy in all of 7th grade, so I wanted him to think I was cool to. He was to
come over Friday around dinner time, us and our moms had arranged. I was
cleaning up my room, not only because my mom made me, but also because I
wanted it to look as good as I could so Eyes would like it.

Disaster.  I had nothing cool to wear.  All my new, cool school clothes were
dirty or smelly or both. "Mom," I holler in my room until she finally comes.
"I don't have any of my new clothes to wear," I complain.

"So wear something else."  Jeeze, she just doesn't understand.

"Mom," I plead.

"Well, sweetie, just wash some."

"Mom. Can you wash them?"

"Wash day is Sunday.  If you want some clothes, wash them yourself.  You
should be doing that anyway."  Oh no, what did I get myself into?

"MOM! I don't know how."

"Yes you do. It's simple.  Get all the new clothes together.  Run the wash
for about 5 minutes on the cold setting, let the water fill it.  Put in 1
cap of liquid Tide, put your clothes in and shut the lid.  The machine does
the rest."  Well, it didn't sound that hard.  And I had seen her do it and
helped her about a million times.

So I open my hamper, pull out this weeks clothes. What to wear?  I wasn't
sure, decided to wash everything, then decide what to wear.  I load all my
good clothes in my arm and head on down to the laundry room, next to the
kitchen. I turn on the machine and wait for it to fill, still trying to
decide what my best look was. I pull off my pants I'm wearing, in case I
like them. I will need stuff for today and tomorrow.

My mom comes in and takes a look.  Well I'm in my white briefs but don't
even care.  She's seen me in them a million times.  Almost every night and
most of the day on Sundays.  We all spend Sunday mornings eating, reading
the paper and watching TV in our underwear.  Its our day of rest as my dad
calls it. She checks my settings, also checks the dryer.  "Be sure and take
them out of the dryer as soon as they are dry, so they don't wrinkle to
much."

I wander around the house in my underwear, making sure my room is clean.  I
made sure the bathroom is sort of ok, like with no dirty underwear or
anything.  I help my mom by setting the table and stuff like that.

After the washer goes off, my mom says you might as well do your socks and
underwear to.  So after loading my cool clothes into the dryer, I grab all
the rest of my stuff from my room and load them in the washer. She reminds
me to turn it on hot for whites and I do.  I throw my shirt I'm wearing in,
but keep on my underwear of course.

So, I am in the laundry room, checking the dryer like every 5 minutes to get
my stuff out on time.  And Isaac walks in.  It is so noisy in the laundry
room, with the machines on, I didn't here him.  My mom must have let him in,
not remembering that I'm almost naked in my underwear.  Now I mentioned
before that being in underwear at our house was no big deal.  But letting
Isaac see me was a very big deal.  Nobody had every seen me in my underwear.
  Also I have to tell you I've got very white skin, which turns bright pink
when I'm embarrassed.  Well, let me tell you, I was pink all over.  I freak
out. There's nowhere to hide.

"Hey, Ricky, what you freaked out about? I've seen underwear before."

Freaked out? I'm not freaked out.  Yes I am.  I'm very freaked out. I look
down, gosh I hope there's no pee stains on the front of my underwear or
anything. I cover my area down there with my hands.

"Dude, what's your problem?  There only underwear."  Oh no, he's pissed at
me. I blew my chance to be cool.

"I'm not freaked out. You just surprised me."  I lie.

He laughs.  "Not freaked out? You almost had a heart attack."  He laughs
some more.  Well at least he doesn't hate me. My plan to wear cool clothes
has back fired.  Instead of wearing my cool clothes, I'm wearing underwear.
"I was doing wash," I explain.

"Duh." Now what? "Well show me around, show me your room and stuff."  Yeah
good idea, get some clothes on. I'm so stupid.

"Ok." He follows me to my room. I quickly grab my sleeping shorts.  They
were the first thing I found.  I pull them on as he's looking around my
room. Ok, I feel a little better now.

"Nice posters.  You like Brittany Spears?"  Oh no.  Is that a good thing, or
a bad thing?

"I guess." There, that's sort of in the middle. He throws his stuff on the
floor. I show him my baseball trophy, my ribbons from the pet fair.  Jeeze,
my transformer man is on my dresser.  I should have put it away.  He will
think I'm a baby now.  He grabs it.  Oh no here it comes.

"Cool." He trys to figure out how to make it into a tank.  Cool? Did he says
cool? Cool!.  I show him how to finish it.  "Got any more?"  Yeah.  Is it ok
to admit it?

"Some."

"Anymore complicated ones like this?" Ok, maybe he won't think I'm a baby.

"Yeah." I go through my box in the closet bring out 3 more.  We play with
them.  He's so cool.

My mom comes. "Dryer's done.  Dinners almost ready."

We go down stairs.  I pull all the stuff out of the dryer and then have to
decide if I should open the washer and let him see all my underwear?  How
much embarrassment can I take in one day? I am organizing my clothes and my
mom sticks her head in.  "Be sure and put your underwear in the dryer now."
Is she trying to see how embarrassed I can get? Do I have to let him see my
underwear again?

"Ok."  I open the lid and quickly throw my stuff into the dryer.  I do it to
quickly.  2 pairs of underwear fall on the floor.  Isaac picks them up and
throws them into the dryer likes it no big deal touching somebody else's
underwear.  He's got brothers, so maybe he doesn't care. But it still
embarrasses me. Again. I take my clothes up to my room.

"How come your doing wash today?"  Should I tell him? Maybe.

"Cause all my clothes were dirty." Cause I wanted to look cool. Totally
backfired.

"So you gonna change?" Well am I? No. Not in front of him. I take to long to
figure it out.  He goes on "Are you just a chicken?"  Yeah I am a chicken,
but that's not something I can admit.

"No, I'm not a chicken."

"Bruuuuck, bruuuuck, bruccccck." He makes chicken noises and moves his arms
like a chicken.  Jeeze. How can I make him  shut up? Ok, I'll change and let
him see me embarrassed.  Again.  I quickly pull off my shorts, and pull on
the top clean pants, facing away from him.

"I'm not a chicken."

"Dude, I was just teasing, don't take it so serious." Ok. "Why do you get so
freaked out about everything?"  Cause I want to be cool, cause I want this
to be a perfect sleepover. Cause your so cool.

"I don't know."

"Boys, dinners ready" my dad hollers.  He always calls us boys. He never
learns my friends names.  He calls me son, like I don't have a name.  Mom
calls me sweetie most of the time to embarrass me as much as possible. Other
than that, there ok parents. I introduce Isaac to my dad.  I don't know why
I bother, he's never gonna call him Isaac.

We eat dinner, my parents asking the most embarrassing questions as
possible. "So how long you boys been friends^Å.what do your parents do^Å^Åhow
do you like school."  Jeeze. Finally, dinner is over and Isaac helps me with
the dishes.  See how cool he is?

We watch wresting.  That's how we became friends at school, talking about
wrestling.  We wrestle each other.  It's fun. After wrestling, my dad wants
to watch a stupid show, so me and Isaac leave.

"What other cool stuff you got besides transformers?" Cool? I wish I had
cool stuff.

"I got walkie talkies."  So we play around outside with them.  We don't go
far, cause its late.  We pretend to be secret agents. Cool secret agents.

We come in on time, sweaty from running around outside. We get extra
dessert.  My moms cool about that. "You boys get ready for bed. You can stay
up late, but if your noisy, then you will have to go to bed."  Stay up late?
  Cool.

We go up to my room.  Ready for bed?  What does he sleep in? What should I
sleep in?

"What do you wear to sleep?" I ask, shyly.

"I know what you wear," he says.  How could be know that? "You probably get
dressed in all yours clothes cause you're a little chicken." I have to
admit, when I have people over, I do wear shorts and a shirt.  Maybe I
shouldn't do that. I mean, he already saw me in my underwear. Tough
decision. While I am trying to figure out what to wear, he has striped to
his underwear like he doesn't care.  They are blue.  Way cooler than my
stupid white ones. When I notice his, he pretends to freak out and talk in a
high girl voice.  "Oh no, you saw me in my underwear.  Oh, no."  He runs
around the room pretending to freak out. He's totally making fun of me.
Well maybe I deserve it. Maybe.

"I wasn't that bad," I say as I strip to my underwear to. Hey, he is in his.

"No, you were worse.  Dude it's not a big deal."

"Ok, ok, I was just surprised." I lie again. Why? It didn't work the first
time.

"Surprised? I'll show you a surprise." He pulls down his underwear, his
naked dick hanging out. I admit, my eyes popped out of my head.  He pulls
them back up, laughing. What just happened? Isaac just showed me his naked
dick.  Whoa.

It's gets worse.  He starts making chicken noises again. "Bruuuuck,
bruuuuck."  He is laughing at me and making chicken noises.  Well maybe I am
a chicken. But maybe its time to stop being a chicken. Well I would, but I
have wood.  Yeah, my thing is hard. "Come on dude, pull it out. I can see
your little wood poking out." He can see it! So why not show him.  I start
to^Å.and chicken out.

He pulls his underwear all the way off.  He dances naked. Well if he's
naked, I should be able to do it, so I pull them down and out pops my hard
weenie.

"Yeah." He says looking at it. "Yeah, it's a big one." He laughs. He smiles.
  Yeah, well it is a big one.  4.5 inches. His is getting hard to.  He grabs
it and plays with it.  Right there in front of me. He comes closer. "Let's
compare."  Compare? Dicks? Cool! Ok.

We have to bend them down, cause their sticking up straight.  Ouch. Cool,
his dick is touching mine. Whoa, this is neat. Mine is a tiny bit bigger!

He grabs his dick and plays with it again. "You jizz yet?"  Jizz? I think he
means make sperm? I'm pretty sure.

"No."

"Me either.  You orgasm yet?"  Orgasm? I'm not sure.  I don't answer.  He
goes on., "You know get that tickly feeling when your playing with it." No I
don't.  Am I supposed to admit it. "Dude, you don't know what I'm talking
about do you?"

Ok, so maybe I should admit it. "Not really."

"Lay down" he says.  I lay on my bed.  He grabs my hard dick.  Super whoa!
And hella cool. He starts to move it up and down.  Feels pretty good.

"This feels good.  Is this the feeling your talking about."

"Shhhhh. Relax. You'll know."  Ok I relax, this does feel good.

I get this weird feeling in my balls, sort of tickly.  Is this the feeling I
wonder. Then my balls and dick explode.  Wow. They explode again. And again.
7 times.  I gasp.  "That's the feeling," he says laughing.

"Wow."  Its all of I can think of to say.

"Hehe, now you do me."  He wants me to play with his?  I guess so, he pushes
me over on the bed and lays down. I do him, like he did me. "No, like this."
He puts his hand over mine and shows me the motion.  I do it.  After a
little bit, he tenses up. Then he is getting the feeling I can tell.  I keep
going till he stops me. "Thanks" he says. He looks at my hard dick.  "Did
you like it?"

"Yeah, it was hella cool."

"Want me to do it again."  Oh yeah.

"Yeah!" I lay down.  He does it to me again. In a little bit, I get the
feeling.  So good.

He rests, I rest.  "Want me to do you again?" I ask.

"Yeah later. Can we get some more chocolate cake?"

"Yeah, as long as were quiet."  He starts out of the room.  "Eyes, your
naked."

He looks at his thing.  "Yeah, so are you."

"We need to get something on, at least underwear if were going to the
kitchen."

"Why."

"Well somebody might see me, us."

"Where are your rents?" He says as he opens the door peeking out.  Its dark.
  Even under their door.  "Their sleeping" he says as he walks naked into
the hall.  What could I do, I follow him.  Naked in the kitchen, I turn on
the light. Now I'm really freaked out.  What if we get cot?  But we don't.
We eat 2 pieces more of cake and down it with some milk.  We even clean up
naked before we go back to my room.

"Want me to do you now?" I ask.  He looks at his hanging dick, at my hard
one.

"Looks like you want it again."

"Yeah."

"Got any lotion?" Lotion? What for?

"Maybe in the bathroom."  We walked naked in the hall to the bathroom, turn
on the light.  He pees, me watching.  I get some suntan lotion out.  :Is
this ok?"

"Yeah." He doesn't flush, we go back to my room.  "Lay down."  I do.  He
squirts it on my dick and balls.  He plays with my balls, then goes to my
dick.  Wow, feels even better than before.  He does it.  Even before I get
the feeling it feels good. Then I get it, the feeling. My dick tickles to
much, I push his hand away.

"Thanks."  He smiles.

"My turn." He squirts it all over his dick and balls.  I play with his balls
like he did, then I do his dick like he did mine.  He gets the feeling and I
stop.  "Got anything we can clean the lotion off with?" he asks.  I run
quietly to the bathroom and get a towel. We clean our dicks.  "Want to sleep
naked? Or are you to chicken?"  Chicken? I think I've pretty much proven I'm
not a chicken.

"Naked is fine with me, unless your chicken?" I tease him.

"Ok naked.  Can I sleep with you instead of on the floor?"  Naked? Sleeping
naked? Together?  Sounds very very very very cool.

"Yeah."  He climb into bed and we hold each others dicks all night. We make
each other get the feeling in the morning, before we dress only in underwear
and go to breakfast.

Now isn't it funny.  I was so worried about wearing cool clothes and we end
up spending the hole night naked! LOL.