My new friend Jason invited me to his house after school. His house was pretty close, so we could just walk there. Our school made you wear uniforms, nothing too goofy, so we looked identical as we walked to his place, both young and thin.
We got to his place and he unlocked the door. The house was empty. I was surprised and jealous. I have a lot of sisters, and they're always coming and going and shouting.
He showed me his room, and then we watched TV. He had Cable, and I didn't, so I was jealous again. Then we played video games in the living room for a while.
After maybe an hour, Jason's Dad came in, and he seemed kind of mad right away.
"Why are you dressed?!" he asked Jason.
"Because my friend is here. This is Mike, Dad. Come on, do I have to?!" Jason answered.
"No, you know the house rules: get out of those clothes."
So Jason looks at me and kind of rolls his eyes, and then he starts taking off his shoes and socks, then his shirt, then his pants, and then his underwear too. He opens a closet to get a hanger, and he hangs his school clothes up really neatly. And he just stands there naked.
I was thinking he was supposed to change into like regular clothes, but he just stands there naked. I've seen other guys naked before, but rarely, and never just hanging out, only when changing for something else. The showers at school are private, and you only really see another guy naked for a second.
Jason's Dad says, "I'm sorry, but you know the rules, and you should've asked. If you don't follow the rules, you won't be allowed to have friends over. And Mike, I expect you to follow the rules of this house too when you're here. I don't want you making a mess of yourself either. Hang up your clothes."
I can't believe that this is happening, but I just go with it. It's just him and his Dad, right? I take off my shoes and socks and line them up next to Jason's. I unbutton my shirt and take it off. Jason hands me a hanger. Then I unbutton my pants and slide them down with my underwear and hang them up. I put my underwear and socks on my shoes.
Then I stand there, naked, next to Jason. We're both slim and smooth, kind of gangly, with our little peckers bobbing out.
Jason's Dad says, "Okay then. Good. Sorry boys, but those are the rules. You can go back to playing your games. Dinner is in an hour." He goes upstairs.
So we sit nude and play video games. The carpet feels weird against my bare butt. We're kind of covering our dicks with our controllers.
"Sorry about that," Jason says. "It's cool," I say. Pretty soon, we're just focused on the game. I'm wondering about the naked rule, but I'm actually more focused on playing this game.
Jason's Dad walks through a few times, doing stuff. One time he says something about doing homework. We eventually get bored with the video games, so we go up to Jason's room for a while, and he's showing me around the house. We're kind of running around, and we hear the doorbell ring.
As we run through the hall, Jason's Dad opens it and in walks my Dad. I stop in my tracks. I go to cover myself up but then I don't. I don't have pockets to put my hands in. I don't know what he's doing there.
"Oh, uh, hi.. Dad, um," I say.
Jason's Dad says, "I called your father and explained the situation and invited him over for dinner to make sure this is okay with him. Jason and I will give you two some time to talk."
They went to the kitchen, and Dad and I walked into the living room. He sat down on a chair. I stayed standing next to him. I wasn't so tall then.
"Are you alright, Mike?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm okay," I replied.
"You're okay with this... naked rule?" he said. "Uh, yeah, I'm okay with it. Is it alright?" I said.
"Yes, as long as you're fine with it. There are some situations where guys are naked together, and I guess this is one of them. You know you could've said no and called me to come get you, right?"
"Yeah, it doesn't bother me," I said.
He said, "I gave you quite a shock when I came in, huh?"
"Yeah, well it was just like ... um, I didn't know you'd be there. And I was naked," I said.
"Are you embarrassed?" he asked.
"No, I'm okay. It 's just like ...like, I guess you used to see me naked when I was little but now I'm older and bigger and just... I was thinking like what if I look like ...little. I don't know."
Dad said, "Okay, I understand, son. I'm going to tell you something that probably every man wants to hear, and it's the truth." I had been looking away and around the room, but now we were looking right into each other's eyes. "Your penis is perfectly normal and fine. Everybody's is different, some are bigger and some are smaller, but they're all just fine, just as they are."
I smiled. He smiled. "Okay, thanks Dad."
So then we go into the kitchen, and they say that dinner is ready. The four of us sit down at the table, Jason and I are still naked. Our dads are dressed. Jason's Dad serves out plates of spaghetti and meatballs with red sauce, and we start eating.
Jason's Dad says to my Dad, "I'm sorry again if maybe I didn't handle this so well. We've had this rule for a while."
Dad says, "Well, it was kind of a surprise, but Mike and I talked it through."
Jason's Dad says, "It's just us guys here, and we don't have any neighbors close by, and when Jason was really starting to make a mess of the house was also when I could never get him to wear clothes. Finally, we just made it a rule, and it saves us on doing laundry."
As he's explaining, Jason and I are both getting pasta sauce on our chins and the table and dripping onto our chests.
"Well, case in point," Jason's Dad says, "but you can't stain your shirt if you're not wearing a shirt." He gets up and grabs a paper towel. Jason and I are wiping our faces with our napkins.
His dad wipes the table and then Jason's chest. Then he turns to me and wipes mine. I lean back a little and look at Dad.
He says, "Let's try to be a little neater, okay?" Jason's Dad walk back behind the sink while we continue to eat.
"Why hasn't the trash been taken out, Jason?" his dad asks. "Um... I was going to do it later," Jason answers.
His dad walks back to us. "I don't like this, son. You know the rules, and if you continue to disobey them you won't be allowed to have Mike come over after school."
"I'm sorry, dad," Jason says. "Get over here, now," his dad says, pulling his chair out and patting his knee.
Jason rolls his eyes and grumbles but takes his place bent over his dad's lap. Later on, he told me that he really, really didn't want to but knew not to argue. Jason's Dad lifts his hand up and smacks it down against his son's bare butt.
The noise is sharp. I look down at my food and then over at Dad. We're both sort of ignoring it. Slap! Slap! Slap! Then he pulls him upright.
"Are you going to always do your chores when you know you're supposed to?" his dad asks. Jason nods and is allowed to go back to his seat.
As he walks back, I notice that his dick is kind of floppier than it had been, kind of red. I wonder if anybody else notices. Then I start to feel a little bit of morning wood and felt glad that the table was covering me.
We go back to eating, we talk about school and what kind of grades I get and what the teachers are like. After a while, we finish eating and Dad says that we should be getting home now. While I'm in the living room getting dressed, I can hear him thanking Jason's Dad for dinner and for calling.
It's kind of weird now that I'm dressed and Jason's not, but it seems like he's used to just being naked at home. I tell him that I'll see him at school, and I say thanks for dinner, too. Then I get in Dad's car and we drive home. On the way, we have a little talk.
"You're sure you're okay with all this?" he asks. I nod. Then I look out the window. He says, "If you change your mind, you can just say so, any time."
"No, it's okay," I reply. "It was a little weird at first, but then it was kind of fun being naked. It was different."
Dad said, "Yeah, you know guys are pretty comfortable with that ...in the locker room ...or if we took a fishing trip or something." I nodded. "I know it's rare to have any time at the house when it's just us guys, but when it does happen, you can feel comfortable at our house. And you can do whatever you want in your own room, and I'll make sure nobody bothers you."
We had been around each other at the beach and maybe one time changed together at a water park, but that was a while ago, and it's not like my Dad was every with me after gym class or anything. But it's not like we were uptight about that sort of thing. He gave me a kind of sex talk when I was younger.
Anyway, after he said that, I said, "Yeah, you too." I immediately felt weird and stupid after that, but it just felt like I should return the favor. You know, like when somebody tells you to have a good day and you say it back.
Dad says, "Now, it's obvious that Jason's Dad is pretty strict, so I want you to be on your best behavior over there. Follow the rules, and if you don't know if you're allowed to do something, ask."
I nod and say okay.
So that became the new normal for a while. After school most days, Jason and I would go to his house. We'd neatly undress. And then we'd play naked. My house was smaller and crowded, but sometimes we'd go there or someplace else instead, if he asked in advance that he could, but mostly we'd just hang out at the nude house.
One time, his dad found out that he had broken something and hid it, so I saw another spanking. His dad asked if I was here when it happened, but Jason said I wasn't.
One time, Jason asked if I could sleep over, so I slept on the floor in a sleeping bag next to Jason's bed. We didn't stay up late, but it was fun to hang out for longer, and then we got up early. That was my first time sleeping nude. I normally wear pajamas. I like how the fabric is cool, like the other side of your pillow.
Jason's Dad was pretty easy-going about nudity, too. He didn't walk around naked, but he'd sometimes not have a shirt on and one time I saw him walk from the bathroom back across to his bedroom without anything on. He might come out of his room in just his underwear if he was getting dressed and wanted to tell Jason something.
I started locking my room when I was home. I'd either be naked or almost naked.
One time, I'm in my room and wearing just underwear, and there's a knock on the door. Normally, I'd throw on something and answer the door, but this time I heard Dad say, "It's just me. Do you want to go for pizza?" So I just open the door as I was, and there's Dad. He doesn't have a shirt on. We both kind of looked at each other.
Dad explains that we're on our own for dinner. We decide that we'll go get a pizza together. I tell him, "Just let me get dressed." He makes a joke like, "you look fine as you are" and we laugh. Then we both got ready and went out for dinner.
So after that incident, whenever it was 'just us guys,' neither of us were wearing a shirt, and I was usually in just my underwear. We'd walk around the house, enjoying how quiet and empty it was. Dad had a weird work schedule, so sometimes he'd be gone for a week sometimes, but then home all day for a week. It was usually those times, during the day when everybody else was out.
I got used to just wearing whatever I wanted. One day, Dad and I are sitting in the TV room. I'm in only my underwear, and it's warm out, and I'm just kind of uncomfortable, so I just stand up and pull off my underwear and sit down.
Then I look at Dad. He's looking at me. I guess I surprised him. I'm stark naked, my dick is flopped over to the side as I fall down on the couch. I ask, "Is this okay?" He says, "Yeah, just don't fart." We both laugh and watch TV.
Then I started to really like how it felt to not wear underwear, so I kind of stopped. I'd wear shorts without underwear or sweatpants without underwear. I once didn't wear underwear to school, but it felt weird. The uniform pants are kind of itchy.
Then one time, Dad and I are watching a ballgame on TV, and I'm wearing just sweatpants. Dad's wearing just an undershirt and underwear. He has a bottle of beer and chips. He goes to the bathroom, and when he comes back he catches me taking a sip of his beer.
He stops in his tracks. "Did you just drink some of that?!" I shake my head no. "Yes you did. I just watched you do it."
He sits down next to me. "I don't like this, Mikey. You know that's not allowed, and I really don't like you lying about it."
"Um... sorry," I say, hanging my head.
"Okay, well... do not lie to me and don't do what you know you're not supposed to do!" I nod, still looking down. "It's almost like you wanted to get caught." I'm still looking down. "Well, uh, I'll give you your choice. No video games for a month ....or a spanking."
I look at him. I'm kind of in shock. He says, "Maybe that'll teach you a lesson."
I slowly say, "um... I guess? uh ...the spanking." Then he motions me over to him, and I lean over his lap. He swats down against my butt, and it feels weird to me. I wondered what it was like when Jason was getting it. He pats twice more. The fabric kind of absorbs the impact.
Then I feel his fingers go under the loose waistband and tug them down, revealing my naked ass. He tugs them down further, pulling on each side so that the waist is below my butt.
SMACK! The first one stings against the bare skin. I push forward and grunt. A pause as he lifts his hand up high again. When it lands with a SLAP SMACK CRACK, three in a row, I find myself holding the couch cushion tight in my fingers and squeezing my arms and one hand tight around my Dad's side, almost kind of grabbing the side of his ass. The thin fabric of his underwear, I can remember how it felt. A couple more smacks and then I was just lying there, ass out, on my Dad's lap.
"Okay, get up. I hope you've learned something."
As I stand up, dazed, pulling my sweats up over my bare body. I slowly sit back down on the couch. I look up at him. He's looking at the TV.
"Sorry, Dad."
"You know, if you had asked, I might have given you a taste. And your butt wouldn't be red."
I realized that the skin on my ass had been heated up, and that he had watched it change color. I scratched my balls, and we watched TV.