The Sleep Over.
This is a continuation to the Woodland Wank story I wrote a while back about four high school friends, myself Tom, Grant, Paul and Tony. We are all 18 years of age. This is set a few years ago before internet and smart phone porn was available.
A few days had passed since that bike ride in the woods that led to us all wanking over a porn mag. I was replaying it in my mind a lot. I was surprised at how turned on I was, and how when I was wanking at night i was picturing that scene in my mind. Seeing the other lads with their hard cocks in hand, wanking and then shooting their spunk really got me horny.
I was puzzled as I had never thought of guys in a sexual way, and yet here I was replaying the scene in my mind over and over. I decided that it was just an excess of teenage hormones floating around, and the fact that it was the first time that I had done anything like that and I reckoned the other lads were probably thinking the same. We were all fairly good looking, fit young men just releasing some pent up frustration. However, I was looking forward to the weekend sleepover and excited at whatever events may unfold.
We all met at Tonys' place around midday, and as it was summer and good weather, we decided to have a few hours at the beach. We changed into our swimming shorts and then cycled the couple of miles to the beach, locked our bikes up and headed onto the soft shingled beach. It wasn't overly busy so there was lots of space.
We plonked down close to the water, laid out our towels and took off our t-shirts leaving us all in our shorts. We had done this many times but somehow it seemed a bit different today. I began to look at the other lads a bit differently, knowing what they had inside their shorts after seeing them wank in the woods.
Grant was the tallest of us, around 6ft 2 and had the best body, having played rugby for the school team. He had short dark hair, a little bit of facial stubble, broad shoulders, and defined pecs that were dusted with a coating of chest hair. He had quite a hairy naval that ran down in to his pubes, and thick hairy thighs and legs. Tony and Paul were around 6ft, both with medium brown hair, athletic bodies as both played football, both were smooth chested but had a treasure trail from their navals into their pubes and quite hairy legs. I am 5ft 10, quite toned and lean (although not skinny) with dark blond hair and not much visible body hair (apart from under my arms).
After half an hour or so of lying in the sun, we headed into the water to cool down. It was quite cold in contrast to the hot sun, but not freezing. There was a lot of splashing of each other until we were all wet and submerged. We had small ball that we then threw to each other. I was quite glad that we were in waist deep water as the sight of my friends topless, bodies glistening with water in the sunshine was beginning to get me aroused and I could feel my cock stiffen in my shorts.
Watching Grant jump up and stretch to catch the ball was a lovely sight. His thick bushy armpit hair on display, his abs showing and a bulge in his wet shorts. I was a bit too transfixed as i didn't notice that he had caught the ball and had thrown it in my direction until it hit me on the forehead.
This produced raucous laughter from all the others. I tried to cover myself by saying that I was blinded by the sun. Grant said "more like you were blinded by my god like body," and did a big flex of his biceps to which we all laughed and said "yeah yeah you poser!" This then led to a bit of show posing from the others who didn't want to be outdone and then a bit more physical horseplay, with Grant rugby tackling us,which led us all to then set upon one another, jumping at each other and trying to push each other over and under water.
There was a lot of skin on skin contact even though it was rough. We then had a piggy back fight. I was paired with Grant and Paul was with Tony. I stood behind Grant as he bent forward a bit and I jumped up on his back. He swung his arms back to catch and hold me, his hands on my butt cheeks, my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. He jiggled me up and down a bit to get me in a comfortable position, my chest rubbing against his back, his hands gripping my bum. I was worried that I would get a hardon as there would be no hiding it and I am sure Grant must have felt my soft cock against his back.
We launched forwards towards Paul and Tony. Tony was on Pauls back and we grappled with each other trying to pull each other off the others back or push them under the water. There was a lot of grunting, pushing and pulling but eventually Grant and I managed to get the better of Paul and Tony, causing them to fall over in the water, which led to Grant stumbling and we fell on top of them. We all surfaced, laughing, and the pushing and ducking continued. Paul grabbed my leg and pulled me down, then I felt hands on my waist band and someone trying to pull my shorts down. I managed to wriggle free and saw Grant trying to pull Pauls shorts down, and Tony trying the same on Grant. There was a lot of grunting and swearing and some bum flesh was briefly exposed. After a little while we were all exhausted and a bit out of breath so decided to leave the water and have a rest and lay down and sunbathe.
We were still a bit out of breath and laughing and as I lay next to Grant, I could see his abs rising and falling with his breaths and laughs. He was lying on his back, hands clasped behind his back, with his thick bushy armpits on display, his nipples perky from the cold water. I could feel a stirring again in my shorts so rolled over onto my front to save me from any embarrassment. Again I was wondering what was going on and why I was getting so aroused. Was I attracted to my friends, or was it just the sun and raging hormones? I did happen to think that Grant was good looking, but I had never thought of fancying him or any guy before.
We all dozed for a while until i heard someone ask what the time was.
"Just gone 5pm," Paul said.
"Later than I thought it was," replied Tony."Shall we pack up and head back to my house?"
We all agreed and got up, putting our towels in our rucksacks. As it was still warm we didn't bother putting our t-shirts on and cycled back to Tonys shirtless. It didn't take long to get to Tonys house and we went down the side driveway and put our bikes in the back garden. Tonys dad, Mr Johnstone (Steve) was in the garden, watering the grass and plants with a hosepipe. He was shirtless and was wearing a pair of old denim shorts.
"Hi Dad," said Tony.
"Hi Mr Johnstone," the rest of said.
"Hi Tony, boys," he replied. "Have a good afternoon at the beach?"
"Yeah!" we all said.
"You all look hot," he continued, which was true as a combination of the sun and the cycle home had made us a bit sweaty.
"Need cooling down?" he grinned and turned the hosepipe on us. We shrieked and yelled as the cold water hit us and ran around the garden trying to keep out of the way of the cold stream of water.
"Dad, stop it!" shouted Tony. "We're getting soaked!"
"You big baby," chuckled Mr Johnstone. "You needed a shower anyway," he added.
That was true after being in the sea and sweating on the cycle to Tonys but I think we would all have preferred a proper shower with warm water.
Tony glanced at us all and yelled "Get him!" and ran towards his Dad and tried to grab the hose.
"Come on, help me!" he shouted and we all ran towards Tony and Mr Johnstone and tried to prise the hose out of his hands.
We all bundled in, grabbing and pushing and getting totally soaked, our bodies slipping off each other. Mr Johnstone was really quite strong and he managed to hold on to the hose despite 4 lads attacking him. We ended up falling to the ground and rolling around, arms and legs everywhere until Mr Johnstone yelled sternly "enough now!" and we all stopped the struggle.
He somehow still had control of the hosepipe and gave us all one last soaking before setting it down facing away from us and turning it off. I'd never really paid much attention to Mr Johnstone before, he was just Tonys Dad, but seeing him today with his shirt off, i saw him in a different light. He was in his early forties and had a good muscular physique, dark hair with a few hints of grey, heavy stubble, hairy chest and legs.
He played recreational football and also worked out with weights which were in the garage (we had occasionally used them before). As he was quite wet too, his chest hair was slick to his skin, his big nipples poking out and a trail of hair from his chest down the centre of his torso to his naval heading down into his shorts. I noticed that he had quite a bulge in his shorts too. I quickly snapped out of it when Tony started moaning about being wet and we all untangled ourselves and sat on the grass.
We towelled ourselves down and as it was still hot and sunny, our shorts soon dried out (being made of thin material). Mr Johnstone had headed indoors as his denim shorts were wet and would take longer to dry, He came back out later in a pair of thin football shorts and hung his denim shorts in the sun to dry. The shorts clung to his arse which looked very firm and muscular and also showed off the outline of what looked like an impressive sized cock. He was really quite cool despite being Tonys Dad and at times seemed like an older big brother. There was no Mrs Johnstone, they had divorced many years ago and he brought Tony up alone.
