Message-ID: <20518eli$9903130426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: bigfoot Subject: Tales of my son Part 3 (MM, Teen, Mast, 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: <36E9A447.81CD53A8@prime-x.net> Tales of my son part three By bigfoot I patched the holes in the wall the next day. Morals won out, but my curiosity was still peaked. Dan and I spoke in general terms of what we saw and why I was out in the hallway when he came out of the bathroom. I contrived some tale of forgetting to do something downstairs and, thinking they were asleep, saw no need of clothing. We had a long conversation. He opened up to me for some hours, telling me about his home life, his problems with girls, school, all those teenage things I had long forgotten. I was a listening ear, offering no solutions, just an adult, a friend, willing to listen and not judge. Several times, in the next few months, whenever Dan was visiting my son, we would find a few minutes to talk and catch up on each other's lives. My son thought we were strange, but lately has been joining in on our more intimate conversations. Conversations on dating, puberty, 'zits', girls, and, SEX. Now, I had done 'the talk' with my son... many months ago... before my first encounter with voyeurism. My son had the information on sex, Aids, condoms, body hair, puberty, and most importantly, relieving one's inner tension. But I found it unfortunate that Dan's parents had neglected to give him the rules of life. But then it wasn't my job to do their work... or was it? Two weeks later, the boys were on summer vacation from school. They would both be entering high school in the fall. This summer would be special, I heard them saying, as we brought put our camping gear and began to air out the tents. My wife and son love to camp and have done it several times during the warm summer months. As we were setting up one of the smaller two man tents in the back yard, my son asked if he and Dan could sleep out that night. I had no problem with it, as long as Dan's parents approved it. Off they went to get the OK. Nice of them to leave me with the rest of the job. An hour later, they were back, with sleeping bag, pillow, a full backpack and a paper bag of food. I looked into the bag. It was full of chips, soda, and other junk food... just right for a boy's overnight. We finished getting gear stowed in the tent as they wanted and headed in for supper. After a solid meal, at least I thought so, they settled into some TV and at about ten, decided to get ready to camp. They headed for my son's room and changed into boxers and tee shirts, returning to say goodnight to my wife and myself. I told them I would leave the back door unlocked and the light on, just in case someone needed the bathroom. Off they went. We watched as they crawled into the tent, turned the lantern on and zipped up the door flap. They also zipped up the side windows and the rear window. We discovered this by the noise and discussion they were having, and I went out to the tent to tell them that they would have to be quiet and that they were going to roast in there without any ventilation. They didn't object to being quiet, but disliked the idea of loosing their privacy. OK, I told them, but you're going to be too hot. With that I left and headed to bed. Somewhere around one in the morning, my wife woke me and informed me that the boys had been in the house and in our son's room. Now, this was unusual. She sleeps through everything. Why was this such a big concern? I was promptly informed that I needed to check on them so she could get back to sleep. There's logic in this? "Yes, dear", I said and off I went. What was so unusual about two boys still up and active on a Sunday morning, at one AM? On a camping sleepover? I can remember my camping experiences as a youth and getting precious little sleep, and having a great time. I didn't have to think about what they had returned to the house for. I knew. I got to the backyard as quietly as possible. The boys had turned off the backlight and there was almost no other light but from their flashlights and the camp lantern. I circled around to the right side of the tent, staying in as much shadow as possible. They had the door and side windows zippered up, but the back tent window, which faced the woods, was opened. I could hear their low, muffled, conversation, but could not understand their words. I continued my movements until I was at the edge of the woods, fifteen feet from the back of the tent. I could see that they were sitting on top of their sleeping bags and naked. They both had a stack of adult magazines at their sides and their faces were buried in the pictures. Both boys had their hands on their erect dicks and were slowly moving up and down. I inched closer, keeping down below the window. Within seconds I was at the tent and could hear them as they shared pictures and masturbation techniques. In the summer months, I sleep in boxers, just like my son. It was late June and the temperature was in the eighties, even at one in the morning. With the sight I was witness to, combined with the heat, I was in a sweat with an enormous hard-on. It was about to get worse. My son and Dan got into a spirited discussion on how to masturbate and get the most pleasure from it. Dan uses a full grip and pounds for all he's worth. My son uses his index finger and thumb to circle the head of his cock and stroke just the tip. He was about to 'show' Dan when his buddy stopped him and said, "I gotta show you what my brother uses". With that he got up on his knees, cock sticking straight out, and grabbed his backpack. He reached in and brought out a penis pump, complete with a container of Vaseline. "Holy shit, what's that?", my son said. "It's a dick pump.", replied Dan. "I caught my brother using it one night when he thought I was asleep". "He's out tonight so he won't miss it." Dan connected a hose to one end and fitted the other end with a flexible piece of rubber with an elongated hole in the center. "I watched him slick up his dick with Vaseline and stick it over his dick and then he pumped on this thing and it sucked his dick right in. The more he pumped, the bigger his dick got. He did it for maybe ten minutes and boy did he cum. He filled this thing up so you couldn't see his dick through the plastic". "Let me try it." demanded my son as he grabbed it away. "Maybe that's how all these guys in the pictures get such big dicks. I wanna see how big I can make mine". He tried to shove it over his cock, but the rubber wouldn't let him slide in. "You gotta use this grease", Dan told him and he tried to get it away from him. The hose came off and so did the bulb. "No, that's not the way." I heard myself say. Shit what did I do. "DAD?" I heard my son say. I had reacted to their actions. Now I had to think fast if I was not to embarrass my son and still remain friends with both boys. I got up quickly and got to the front of the tent, unzipping the flap as I could hear a flurry of bodies diving into sleeping bags and trying to hide the evidence. I crawled inside and zippered the flap behind me. Both boys were in their bags, or nearly so, Dan had one leg in and one out and I could see his pubic hair at the top of the bag. "Look, I 'm sorry to have been spying on you, but you're not using that pump right. If you don't use it right you can hurt yourself but good." That's when I realized they were staring at my cock as it stuck out of my boxers. Well, it was do or die. I looked at where they were looking and took a deep breath. I reached down and pulled my boxers off and let them see it all. Dan's eyes went wide as did my son's. "Look", I said, "I know you two enjoy my magazines and enjoy masturbation, whether alone or together. I know neither of you is gay, and even if you are, there is no shame about that at least in this house. If you are going to masturbate and use that pump, at least do it right. Now, where is it and let me show you how." There was stunned silence in the tent. Neither one of them said a thing nor moved. "Fella's, I've been watching you for more than fifteen minutes. I know what you look like and now you know what I look like. Not much difference. Most men masturbate and so do I." "But you're married" Dan said. "You can get laid anytime. Why masturbate?" "Because it makes me feel good, I enjoy it and I will continue to do it al long as I can get it up. Even women do it. Your mother and father do it and so does my son's mother. Welcome to reality. Now where is that pump and the latest issue of Club?" Dan leaned to the other side of his bag and got the pieces. As he did the top of the sleeping bag moved, exposing most of his still hard cock. As he handed them to me, his cock popped out and he saw me starring at it, as was my son. My son's hand was below the top of the bag and I could see his hand move slightly as I was talking to them. Dan tried to cover himself up again as I said, "Why don't you two relax, get out from under those hot bags and watch me as I teach you about self-pleasure. If I'm completely naked, the least you could do is join me. I promise I won't tell anyone, not your parents nor your mother" as I looked at Dan and then my son. The boys looked at each other and then at me. Dan was the first to 'uncover', flipping the bag back and placing his hand over his crotch. This action didn't accomplish much as his cock was more than two hands could cover. I had to crawl over the boys to get at the Vaseline container, giving them a full view of my cock, balls and ass as I moved to a free space. My cock was so hard it hurt, and swayed little as I crawled. My balls were tight against my body and must have been a curiosity as Dan asked, "Where are your balls? You loose them?" This brought laughter from both boys as the tension was beginning to break. I opened the jar and dabbed out two big finger-full of jelly. I began to smear it on the end of the pump that would fit over my cock. I then got more of the goo and slathered my cock with it until I had covered it from my pubic hair to the tip. I attached the hose and the pump and slid my cock into the end of the tube. I closed the valve on the pump and began to exhaust the air from the tube. Slowly my cock was sucked in. It was visible through the plastic tube and both boys were watching with great interest. "What's it feel like?" my son asked. "Like the next best thing to a blow job." I stated as I continued to remove air from the pipe. "What's a blow job like?" Dan asked. "One thing at a time." I replied. For the next ten or so minutes, I told and demonstrated the ways of the penis pump and other ways of masturbation. The boys asked good questions and I answered as best I could. I maintained just enough suction so that I could slide it up and down my cock, all the while playing with my balls and the area above my asshole. I would slow down the rhythm and pull on my scrotum, shake the tube so my cock would hit the side and generally show these two students that this was pure pleasure. When my dick felt and looked like it was about to pop, I reversed the air valve and let air into the pipe. I then slowly pulled my meat from the gasket at the end and set my cock free. It was bright red and bigger than any erection I have ever had. The boys were just starring at it. "Dies it hurt?" Dan asked. "No, not really, it's just full of blood and ready for some serious action." All the while I was demonstrating, my son had managed to move out of his bag and was in full view of Dan and myself. He was occasionally playing with himself, as was Dan. Neither boy had cum, yet, and their balls were pulled tight against their bodies. "So, where are your balls? Loose them in your bags?" I teased. Both boys immediately felt for their sacks and Dan did as he had seen me do. He began to gently rub his sack and move his tight balls away from his crotch. His cock twitched as he did and he gave out a little moan. "So, who's next? You've watched my, who wants to try?" "You go, Dan. It's your pump". My son said. I knew he didn't want me see him do it. Dan looked at me and said, "OK, but I'll put it on." "No problem," I said, as I applied more jelly to the gasket and handed it to Dan. He did as I had showed him and closed the valve and slipped his cock into the tube. It made a sucking sound as he began to pump. Slowly, his cock was sucked into the pipe until the end of the tube was at his pubic hair. He increased the suction until his cock began to visibly swell. He worked the tube up and down, closed his eyes and began to enjoy this new, overpowering pleasure. He was enjoying it so much, he laid back onto his bag, cock and pump sticking up in the air. His arms were not long enough to reach, so I reached over and took over. I adjusted the vacuum so that I could move the tube up and down his cock and not hurt him. Within a few minutes, he began to move his hips left, right, and then up and down. His breathing got faster and I knew he was about to explode. I had told them how to prolong your pleasure by either squeezing the base of their cock or by playing with their balls. Do anything to take your mind off the sensations and it will last longer. "He's about to blow" I said and I slowed the movement of the tube. What happened next surprised my son more than me. My son crawled over to Dan's side, so he could bet a better look and brought his hand to Dan's balls. He began to do as I had showed him earlier. He gently began to move Dan's balls with one hand as he squeezed the base of his cock. Dan's movements began to lessen and his breathing returned to almost normal within a few seconds. I stopped moving the tube and released the vacuum. Dan then sat up and took the tube, slipping his enormous dick from the gasket. "Damn, that was great. My brother is really onto something." My son was next, but he was real reluctant. Dan and I moved away from him and let him have some space to set up. He did as he had seen us do and slipped his greased cock into the gasket and into the tube. His foreskin rolled back as he began to suck air from the pipe, exposing that egg size cock head. He got into the movements real fast and was soon breathing heavy and shaking as waves of pleasure overtook his body. He rocked back and forth as he pumped the tube up and down. He was so into it that he never noticed my hand replace his on the tube and Dan's hand at his balls. I decided to be daring and encouraged him to lay back as Dan had done. Once flat on his back, I was able to spread his legs and give Dan more room to fondle his tight scrotum. I then moved my other hand down to his ass hole and began to rub it. When Dan asked me what I was doing, I told him I was stimulating his prostate gland. I told him what this was for and what might result from it. My son was now moaning and telling us not to stop as his hips began to buck more rapidly. After several minutes of this, I saw my son's cock touching the end of the tube. He had extended further than Dan or me. I released the vacuum and he removed the tube. He was clearly unhappy for he was now suffering the dreaded male problem of 'blue-balls'. I have to admit that for the past hour, I had maintained an erection of gigantic proportions. I was in need of some relief as well. "OK. If you boys what to watch, I'm about to masturbate myself into a massive orgasm. My balls are sore, my cock is itchy and my prostate is very full." With that said, I got more jelly from the jar, slathered it over my cock and got more for my ass hole. I then laid on my back and with my right hand, gripped my cock and began to beat off. My left hand moved to between my spread legs and to my ass hole. The boys were at my feet, on their knees, with hands pumping their meat. I saw them as they tried to mimic my actions, moving their left hands between their legs. Damn, what a sight they were. I was so proud of both of them. They could have been embarrassed and shy, or just plain refused to join in. I could have been a fool. But here they were, young men coming of age; well muscled, beginnings of a fine crop of pubic hair, massive meat between their legs, learning and sharing pleasure with each other and the old man. I felt the point of no return approaching. I let go a groan from my balls, arched my hips well into the air and pumped for all I was worth. My balls and prostate exploded. Jism pulsed from my cock. Three, four, five, six massive ribbons of cum spurt into the air. As I was cumming, I looked at my pupils. Dan had closed his eyes and was tensing his whole body. He let loose spurts of cum that hit my chest and legs. The sight was too much for my son as he let his load fly, covering my other leg and side of my chest. We pumped until the spasms slowed and finally stopped. The boys collapsed back onto their sleeping bags. The sound of our breathing was so intense, we all broke into giggles and laughter. I managed to find my son's tee shirt and began to clean cum from my legs and chest. Dan began to do the same and to clean cum off the tent floor and the sleeping bags. My son just watched. No cum on him. He had reached down to the end of his cock, and, when he thought no one was watching, fingered the cum from the end of his dick and licked it off. I donned my boxers and the boys climbed onto their sleeping bags. We turned off the lights and I told them to get to sleep. We could continue to talk about this night and any other of their questions in the morning. I slipped out of the tent, into the darkness, and zipped up the tent flap. I waited for a few seconds to catch any last conversation from the boys. "My Dad is weird." my son said. "I think he's outrageous." Dan said. "I wish my parents were like him." "I think he's outrageous, too", a voice whispered in my ear. "Shit! How long have you been here? What have you heard?" It was my wife. She took my arm and began to lead me back to the house. "Long enough to know that I'm jealous of the woman that marries either of those boys. And as for you, my very erotic husband, why don't you try some of your techniques out on me. Right now." I was sore for a week, but the smile still lingers. Continued in Part 4 Comments welcome bigfoot@prime-x.net -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----