Message-ID: <20519eli$9903130426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: bigfoot Subject: Tales of my son Part 1 (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: <36E9A35A.4BF77AF4@prime-x.net> Tales of my son Part One By bigfoot About two years ago, my son, then a rambunctious thirteen-year-old, and his buddy Dan, were wrestling in his bedroom. Things, as usual, got out of hand and one of the boys was thrown against the open door, crashing it into the wall behind it. The resulting impact pushed the doorknob into and through the plaster wall, leaving a three-inch hole into the inner cavity of the wall. Chastised for their foolishness, it was my job to get it fixed. Months went by before I got to this project. I began the repairs on a Friday night, trying to place a piece of cardboard behind the hole and plastering on top of the new back surface. It was not going to work. The plaster was too heavy and thick to stay. I needed a better solution. Saturday morning, I rose at seven, went for my morning run with the dog and came home with the solution. After a quick breakfast, I got my tools and began. There was no need to worry about my son; he sleeps through any kind of noise. It was nearly nine and there was no sign of life in his room. I began making a much smaller hole in the plaster on the other side of the wall, reasoning that I could prop the cardboard up and in place from the rear. As I carved the hole in the right location behind the door knob hole, I realized I could see right into my sons room. He was beginning to stir and I saw him roll over onto his right side. His bed is parallel to the wall I was repairing and about eight feet away from my, now, spy hole. He reached down and pulled a copy of Club magazine from beneath his bed. I wondered where that copy had disappeared to. He then twisted around toward me and propped up his pillows against the headboard. Leaning back, he pulled his tee shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor. He then grabbed the magazine and pushed the bed covers off with a flourish, and pulled his boxer shorts off. As he leaned back I realized that my heart was pounding and I was visibly shaking. I was about to witness something I had never thought would happen. His body is sleek and muscular for a young teen, but what did I expect considering all the sports he plays. I leaned closer to the hole as I saw for the first time in many years what my son had grown into. There, between his legs, lapping over his groin, was about five inches of penis, at least one and one half inches in diameter. He sported a small crop of dark brown pubic hair and two respectable balls, bulging up from between his thighs. As he quickly flipped through the pages of his ill-gotten magazine, he landed on a pair of pages, which he appeared to have visited before. I watched as his cock slowly began fill and swell and finally to rise like a phoenix from the ashes, taking on a life of its own. It stood straight up off his body, and looked like at least seven inches long and two inches in diameter. Hell, he is as big as I am, and he hasn't finished growing. But what do you expect from a kid who wears size twelve sneakers. We never had him circumcised as a baby, and I was wide-eyed as I observed his foreskin roll back as his dick filled. It slowly exposed a large mushroom top, well hidden before. He brought his right hand down and began to fondle his balls, opening his legs to get better access. He played with his balls and with his pubic hair until his hand settled on the base of his penis. Slowly he began to move his hand up and down the shaft of this penis. His rhythm picked up as he began to arch his back and I saw him close his eyes and... he stopped. He left his dick and went back to his balls, squeezing and rolling them, loosening them from their tight position in his scrotum. His dick never diminished in size as he took his attention away. Three times he did this. Three times he seemed to bring himself to the brink, only to change his mind and pull back. Drops of pre-cum leaked down the side of his cock, as if an early warning of things yet to occur. I was mesmerized by the sight, glued to this voyeuristic view of my boy, my flesh and blood. My heart was doing 120+; my dick was harder than anytime I could ever remember. I was hooked, committed to doing this again. I could not believe the thrill of this illicit activity. If my wife knew, she would kill me! Now he moved his hands back to his cock, but this time to the pink crown at the tip. Making a circle of his thumb and index finger, he slipped them over, up and down the edge of the bulb. Just rubbing the perimeter of the head, his pace quickened. This time he did not stop. Suddenly, the magazine dropped from his left hand, his head was thrown back to the pillows and his hips rose from the bed. With his hips up more than six inches his dick looked like a fire hose as he began to pump cum. It shot up twelve to fourteen inches in the air. Four, five, six ribbons of cum splashed down on his legs, stomach and groin. Without realizing it, I too was cumming. I almost lost my balance from my kneeling perch at the hole in the wall. While he filled the air with a geyser, I filled my jeans with gobs of cum. I began to breath, finally, as I watched him laying on his back, playing with his dick as it slowly returned to its flaccid state. He grabbed some dirty socks from the floor and began to clean himself up. He then stood up and extending the full length of his height, stretched, as he faced my view port. What a magnificent sight. Thirteen years old and all that cock. It dangled loosely from his groin, swinging as he moved. Ah, Youth. Suddenly, I realized he wasn't getting dressed, but was heading to the bathroom, possibly for a shower. I quickly stood and flattened myself between the door and the wall, out of sight. As he walked down the hall, I grabbed a quick look. Great ass, too. Continued in part two Comments welcome bigfoot@prime-x.net -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----