Message-ID: <20517eli$9903130426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: bigfoot Subject: Tales of my son Part 2 (MM, Mast, Teen, Voy) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: bigfoot@prime-x.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; x-mac-type="54455854"; x-mac-creator="4D4F5353" X-Accept-Language: en Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <36E9A3D0.923A1E73@prime-x.net> Tales of my son part two By bigfoot I slept well that night, exercising my libido with my wife, yet not daring to share my recent visions with her. Would there be more chances for viewing? Would I get caught? Did I dare continue? The human animal is strange. It has learned values, practices those values, yet... there is always the temptation to see how close to the flame one can get without getting burned. My dance near the flame would happen within hours. My son and his buddy Dan enjoy sleepovers. Dan is more often sleeping over at our house than my son is over at his house. Seems I get along with the boys better that does Dan's step father. Nice to know that I can be a friend to my son's friend. Well the boys asked for a sleepover for that night, Saturday. We had no problem with it, as long as Dan's parents didn't mind. They didn't and so it was arranged. The boys 'pigged' out on my burgers and watched a couple of rental movies. By eleven I was beat so my wife and I headed to bed, after reading the riot act to the boys to be in bed by midnight. There they could talk and do whatever, quietly, until dawn, as far as I was concerned. My mind however was on other activities. My wife is much like our son. She can sleep through earthquakes. I lay in bed, thinking, waiting. By five past twelve, I heard the boys head for the bedroom. I waited for them to use the bathroom and heard the squeak of beds before I got out of bed and headed for the bedroom adjoining my son's. Ever so quietly, I removed the picture that I had hung to cover the hole I had made in the wall. As I knelt to peer through my window of voyeurism, I could again feel my heart begin to pound and I had to steady myself against the wall. Both Dan and my son had donned tee shirts and boxers as sleep attire. Both were lying on my son's bed reading sports magazines. I could hear my son's radio on in the background playing Rap-music softly. Good, I thought, they won't hear me if I pass out or hit the wall. They read and talked for twenty minutes until, my son, bored with this activity, reached under his mattress and produced not one but two copies of my adult magazines. That little thief! Dan's eyes popped open and a big smirk appeared on his face as he grabbed for one of the mags. I watched as they began to thumb through the pages, stopping occasionally to stare and share with their comrade in lust. They were sitting on the edge of the bed, on the side facing me. I could see the movement in Dan's boxers, as he became aroused at what he was seeing. My son was not far behind him and went so far as to, twice, move his hand into his shorts to adjust himself. Within a few minutes, Dan had finished his magazine and asked if my son had more. My little thief said yes and pointed to the other side of the bed. Dan then stood and walked to the other side. As he rounded the corner at the foot of the bed, I saw him in profile. His cock was swaying side-to-side, lifting his boxers and pointing the way. My son saw this and said, "Oh, shit. How big are you?" "How big are YOU?" Dan replied as his gaze moved to his friend's crotch. "Not that big. Do you 'beat off a lot?" "Yea, but I have to be careful. I think my parent's suspect I do. My mom questioned why I go through Kleenex so fast." As Dan leaned over to lift the mattress and gain access to my son's stash, the fly in his boxers opened and as he stood up, his cock poked through, exposing most of it to my son's wide eyed stare. "Shit, you're fucking huge!" my son stammered. I was amazed, myself. Dan, while only two months older than my son, was as big as I am. He was circumcised, and the head of his dick was the size of a chicken egg. He tucked himself in and walked back to the side of the bed and sat down. My son watched every step, mouth open, eyes wide, as Dan's cock swayed to his every step. As they went back to their 'reading', I watched the boys as their erections continued to stiffen in their shorts. They got so large that you could see their heart beat mirrored in their cocks, twitching slightly as they starred at pictures of erect cocks and young, open pussy. I knew that soon, a hand would eventually end up in their shorts. I didn't have to wait long. Dan was first, sneaking his right hand down to, first, scratch his stomach and then move it down to his balls which he fondled through his boxers. He moved his hand up to the waistband at his side and with a quick motion, slipped into his shorts. I saw the outline of his hand around his engorged penis and the slight, slow squeezing he was administering. Within a minute, he was into a slow stroking, moving his hand up and down his cock, never lifting the magazine more than a couple of inches above his 'tent'. I guess he thought he was hiding what he was doing from my son. My son would not have noticed what Dan was doing if he had not moved his right arm, also trying to gain entrance to his boxers, and lightly hit Dan's left arm. The magazine moved, and my son could see what his buddy was doing. "Were you doing to?" Dan asked. "Yeah, since you are. I've seen your dick, can I watch you?" Dan paused, looked at the bulge in my son's boxers and said, "Only if I can watch you." "OK", said my son. With that they both stood up and, facing each other, pulled off their tee shirts and slipped their boxers down. As the waistband pasted their dicks and freed them, their cocks bounced and, like a spring, swayed up and down. They both took a step back and looked at each other, each quickly placing a hand either on or in front of their groin. There was no chance their single hand would ever cover the amount of meat each possessed. "How do you do it?", my son asked. "I do it like this". At that, he grabbed his meat with his full hand at the base and began to move up and down. His foreskin began to slide on and off the head of his dick. Dan found this interesting. His stare became intense as his hand gripped his dick and began to mimic my son's. "I didn't know you had a skin", Dan said, as he bent over to get a better look. My son backed up and bumped the edge of his bed, causing him to sit and then to fall back. He lay there, on his back with his hand still on his cock, pumping with a slow rhythm. Dan then did the same, and the two of them were something to see. They grabbed their magazines, and only stopped pumping to turn pages. This was too much for me. I dropped my boxers to the floor and began to match their strokes on my cock, which by now, was so dull of blood and so hard, it hurt. Secretly, they stole glances from their pictures to the other's cock. After a few minutes, the magazines were no match for the live action next to them. They dropped the pictures and began to pump and watch each other. My son then changed his grip to that which I had seen him use that morning. He touched his thumb and index finger together and began to rub only the bulb at the tip of his cock. Up and down he moved, getting faster and faster, as Dan watched in awe. "Why are you doing it that way?" he asked. "Feels real intense", my son said, "Try it". Dan assumed the same grip and continued his movements. I was still pumping, using my son's new 'way', and getting close to the edge. I wondered who would be first to go over. I heard a change in someone's breathing, quicker, more shallow and a slight moan. Dan was about to spurt. His head was back and his eyes were closed and his pace was fast. His cock was standing straight up from his crotch and was almost purple. Then his back stiffened, his face went bright pink and he grunted from deep down. He began to cum. With grunts that sounded like they were coming from his balls, he began to spurt long powerful jets of cum high into the air. At each pulse, his hips lifted from the bad, as if to help in getting the fluid out of his balls. Four, five lock spurts, shot eight to ten inches into the air, returning to his legs, stomach and cock. It was thick, white and sticky, as it didn't run once it landed. My son watched with absolute amazement. As soon as Dan finished emptying his balls, my son began to do the same. Long streams of boy cum popped from his pee hole. Dan was not so spent that he was going to miss this show, for he sat up on his elbow and leaned in for a closer view. My son, would probably have tried to hide this intimate moment from even his friends eyes, but was too far-gone to care who was watching. Dan got so close that a couple of drops of cum splashed onto his arm and chest. When my son's spasms of pleasure ended, he began to suck in air with deep heavy breaths. "Damn, that was better than I have ever done. It felt wild knowing you were watching". Dan was still staring at my son's dick, as it had deflated only slightly. It lay on his left leg, about five and one half inches long, but not as thick, as much of the blood had left. Dan's cock was reduced to a greater degree, now measuring about three inches but still thick in diameter. While the boys were getting their rocks off, I too, had emptied my load, spurting it all over the wall and floor. I can agree with my son, it was better than before. Must have something to do with being a voyeur. They looked themselves over, naked, covered with cum, two handsome young fourteen year olds. They were magnificent. Dan looked at his arm, where cum from my son had splashed. My son saw his look and brought his finger to Dan's arm. He scooped the cum off and licked his finger. Dan's face turned sour as he said, "Yuccccch!". How can you do that". My son shrugged and sat up. He fingered a long ribbon of cum from his leg and licked it up. "Tastes salty and warm, and besides, it's me!". Dan would have no part of it, and got a handful of Kleenex and began cleaning his jissim from his leg and stomach. He used one hand to swab himself and the other to lift his cock and balls, cleaning underneath. My son then did the same. As they cleaned themselves off, they both became semi hard again. Both boys seemed to be having a hard time fully removing their ejaculate and decided to use the bathroom. If they left my son's room, I was in trouble. They would be able to see me in my crouch on the way back from the bathroom. I quickly stood and slid between the open door and the wall. My son left his room first, entered the bathroom and cleaned up. While he was in there, I bent over to take a look at what Dan was doing. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, pumping his meat once more. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be in a different world. I could see his hip muscles tense as he, again popped forcing more cum from his loins. He stood and began walking out the door to the bathroom. I stood and returned to my 'flat-against-the-wall posture behind the door. I heard Dan go in and then some muffled talk. A few moments later, the door opened. I heard footsteps and then my son's door closed. I was safe. They had not spotted me. I returned the picture to the wall. I would decide what to do with this fix the hole or leave it dilemma in the morning. Right now, I wanted to get back to my bed and tug on my meat once more, reliving my vision of two naked boys. I was unconsciously stroking my cock as I began my stealth walk back to my room, when the bathroom door opened. Dan had not returned with my son. He was turning into the hall, heading for me. We met, and starred. His eyes immediately went to my dick as mine went to his. Neither of us moved. We starred for what seemed like minutes. Both of our reactions were the same. Our cocks began to grow, filling with blood as this erotic encounter ensued. I lifted my eyes from his crotch to his eyes. I brought my finger to my lips and made the universal symbol for 'quiet'. I approached him and whispered to him, "Nice cock." He looked down at mine again and said, "You're not so bad yourself". "Get to bed and don't say a word to my son. You and I can talk about this later". He smiled and we continued on our way. As he passed me, I looked back at him. Nice ass. Continued in Part Three Comments welcome bigfoot@prime-x.net -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----