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My name’s Jacob. Everyone in this story is 18.

The week after the party, nothing was said between Dom and I about what had happened. I think we had a mutual understanding that we had both enjoyed ourselves, and that it stayed between him, Jay and I. In regards to Jay, we’d seen each other in the hallways and resumed our polite nods, occasionally accompanied with a “hey” or a rhetorical “what’s up?” Despite having now tasted the precum on the tip of his wiener, things were seemingly completely normal.

It was now around time for midterms, and as a result, Dom’s parents basically had him on house-arrest. He was by no means dumb, but he also certainly wasn’t the straight A student that Holden and I were. This was unfortunate because, that weekend, Holden’s mom and sister were going to be out of town on yet another college visit. Thus, he invited us to sleep over on Saturday night AND (weather permitting) swim with him and his cousins again on Sunday. Dom was out. I was in.

When I arrived at Holden’s house mid-afternoon on Saturday, he greeted me at the door and invited me into the kitchen where he was heating up some food.

A towel-clad Mr. Powell entered the kitchen only moments after I had arrived and gave me a hug (this was not unusual from him, but he clearly did not take into account that he was still wet from his shower). Noticing my now damp t-shirt, he said, “Oh sorry, kiddo.” He then unraveled the towel from around his waist and began to pat his shoulders dry. He did not seem bothered by the fact that, in doing so, his cock was now fully on display.

“Dad, can you put your dick away while Jake is here, at least?” Holden seemed slightly embarrassed by his dad’s casual nudity in front of me, though from what Mr. Powell had told me prior, it seemed like it was not uncommon when it was just the two of them.

“It’s just us boys here. It’s not like he doesn’t have a penis,” he said to Holden. Turning to me, he added, “Hell, I’ve even seen it.” He gave me a smile with this joke though it only got an eye-roll from Holden, whose attention returned to our microwave chicken nuggets.

Sure, I had seen Mr. Powell’s dick before, but it had been bunched up in his shorts. Now, in my stolen glances, I really noticed his full brownish-ginger pubes, his low hanging balls and the fact that his dick was, in fact, significantly bigger than Holden’s (though, I doubt it was bigger than Dom’s monster cock).

After what was probably less than a minute, Mr. Powell rewrapped the towel around his waist and headed upstairs. Holden and I followed shortly after to hang out in Holden’s room.

He suggested we watch a sci-fi movie that had just görükle escort bayan come out on demand and I said I was down (it looked like shit and it was shit, but I’m a good hang). After we turned it on, I said with some levity and without looking at Holden, “Your dad seems a little too free with his body for you.”

Sincerely not caring, Holden pulled his dick and balls out of his shorts and quipped back, “Do I look like I mind?”

My eyes darted to him and then down to his exposed genitals. With a laugh, I turned back to the screen and said, “Yeah, yeah, put your iPhone dick away.” He chuckled and did so.

After the truly shitty movie (which could have been eight hours long, for all I knew), we started messing around with silly filters on our phones (there was truly nothing to do in this town). At one point, I stood up to get a drink from the mini fridge on Holden’s desk and he filmed me with a filter that distorted my body as I moved about the room. “Dude, this filter makes you look ginormous!” he said laughing.

“Oh, yeah?” I turned around and pulled my shorts open enough to fully flash him my junk. “Does it make my dick look bigger, too?” He let out a laugh that suggested both disgust and amusement as he held the phone up towards me flopping my wiener about when Mr. Powell opened the door unannounced, still in his towel. Why was he still just wearing a towel? It had been hours? I considered asking this and, as a result, it took me a second to even process his arrival and release my waistband, giving him enough time to — yet again — see it all.

“Dad, can you at least knock when company is over? Jesus.”

“Again, Holden, you two have nothing I haven’t seen. Anyways, I just wanted to say I left my card on the kitchen counter in case you boys want to order some food or something. If you need anything else, I’ll just be in my room.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Holden said, now standing up to get himself a drink from the mini fridge as I moved back to his bed with mine. “Just go put some clothes on.”

With Holden’s back to him, Mr. Powell looked down at me and lifted his towel, flopping his junk slide to side like I had been while smiling at me. I stifled a laugh as he released the towel and closed the door behind him before Holden even turned around. He clearly knew I enjoyed this type of camaraderie between men, even if I enjoyed it in a different way he didn’t know about (and that I didn’t fully understand just yet).

After Holden rejoined me on the bed, I got a notification on my phone. Holden had sent the distorted video of me wagging my dick around to our group chat with Dom. “What bursa otele gelen escort the fuck? You were actually recording??” I blurted out.

“Yep!” Maybe sensing I was little caught off guard, he said, “It’s just me and Dom. Plus, that video makes your dick look way bigger than it is.” We laughed and, to be honest, I wasn’t bothered and was honestly amused by the video. In fact, I was kind of aroused that they could now see my penis whenever they wanted. Or even show it to others (though that was unlikely).

Dom responded to the video shortly after with, “Awww Tiny Weenie’s all grown up!”

The rest of the night went on without any further flashing as Holden and I binge-watched an animated show. Eventually, I passed out on a makeshift bed on the floor by his bed mid-episode.

In the morning, I woke up, still wearing my t-shirt and basketball shorts from the day before. Holden was still asleep in bed. As I stood up, I noticed from the sliver of his hip that was exposed by the sheet riding up that it looked like he was naked. Him and Dom had both mentioned that they slept naked in an earlier conversation we had had, and I remember wondering if they ever worried about someone walking in on them (I always slept in my boxers, except for when I fell asleep in my clothes like I had the night before). I didn’t necessarily think that Holden would sleep naked with me in the room, but that hardly seemed like a boundary that we had in place to be crossed at this point. I pulled the covers back to reveal that Holden was, in fact, completely naked. And not only that: his dick was fully erect in all of it’s morning glory.

I had yet to see Holden’s dick hard. My guess would be that it was about 6.5″. A pretty good size, but if he was that much of a grower, it made me wonder just how big Mr. Powell got. It’s worth mentioning, if only as a side note, that these two men also had pretty girth-y dicks.

Suddenly, an idea came to me.

I grabbed my phone and snapped a pic, immediately sending it to our group chat with Dom and Holden before replacing the covers over Holden, who apparently would sleep through an earthquake in a bell tower. If my dick could be seen at all times, so could his.

Dom’s response came as I made my way downstairs: “Wood morning!” followed by a separate message containing only an excessive number of laughing emojis.

Mr. Powell must have heard my bare feet slapping against the hardwood floor in the living room because, before I even entered the kitchen, he said, “I’ve got breakfast going in here if you’re hungry.”

I sat down at the kitchen table and thanked bursa escort bayan him as he served me a full breakfast. While we chatted about our plans for the day (it was going to be warm enough to swim, so Holden’s uncle Matt would be over later, but would be leaving behind his kids for reasons unbeknownst to Mr. Powell), Holden texted in the group chat, “Fuck you, Jacob”. He entered the kitchen a few minutes later (clothed) and gave me a slick “you’re dead” smile.

After breakfast, I decided to take a shower. When I had gotten out and toweled off, I realized I needed to grab my swimsuit from my bag, which I had left in the living room upon arrival and it had remained there since I had inadvertently slept in my clothes. Feeling emboldened by the casual nudity the Powell men displayed, I decided to discard my towel in the bathroom and head downstairs to the living room naked, likely (and subconsciously) hoping that Holden or Mr. Powell would see me in the process. They did not, and it was only once I was downstairs that I remembered the living room had a large window facing the street. Thus, I was immediately met with the surprised face of the gardener mowing the Powell’s front yard. He gave me a polite wave, though his smile was awkward (certainly because of my nakedness). Instinctively, I cupped my junk in my hands and moved out of frame. After throwing my board shorts on, I went outside and apologized to him. He was nice, saying, “Ay, man, whatever you want to do in your house, that’s your business!” I didn’t bother to tell him that I didn’t live there.

Soon, Holden and I were in and out of the pool while Mr. Powell flipped patties on the grill (he always made bacon to top the burgers and roasted the onions on the grill, as well — a class act). Matt entered through the side door in the fence. He greeted us as he pulled his shirt off and kicked his flip-flops off by the chairs. Matt had a similar build to Mr. Powell (not muscular, but in shape), though he was less hairy.

“Where’re Kevin and Luke today, Matty?” Mr. Powell said, not looking up from the grill.

“Luke’s grounded at the moment, and Kevin’s at a birthday party. And honestly, I needed a break, regardless,” he said, garnering a knowing laugh from Mr. Powell. Turning to me as I lounged on a floating chair in the pool, he smiled and said, “So you should be safe from being pantsed today, Jacob.” Holden, who was walking behind him when he said it, darted over and pulled Matt’s swim trunks down to his ankles, not unlike Kevin had done to me.

“You’re not!” exclaimed Holden as Matt laughed and took his time bending over to pick up his shorts. Though Matt was not as embarrassingly shrunken as me, he was closer in size to Holden than to Mr. Powell. Also unlike Mr. Powell, he was clean shaven. Still pretty girth-y, though.

“Wow, and you haven’t even been in the pool, yet?” Mr. Powell yelled out.

“Shut up! I’m a grower, not a shower!”

We spent the rest of the day splashing about in the pool and eating, just us boys.

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