Date: Tue, 31 Aug 2004 13:46:24 +0100 (BST)
From: David Williams <davidwilliams82003@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Understanding My Son 1

My young son had always been very punctual and honest with my wife and me.
He was a good student and very capable at any sport he became involved with.

Then just before his 13th birthday he started to come home late from
school, or sporting events. Additionally he wasn't opening asking his
mother and I to go and see him play particularly the latest cricket match
series.

I also noticed that he now closed the door to his bedroom when he was
changing and he didn't walk around from his bedroom to the main bathroom
naked as was his want.  Naturally I guessed that his puberty drive was
kicking in, and he was embarrassed by the changes in his body. I had
noticed that his upper body was now beginning to show some nice definition,
and that his legs were thickening out and there was a definite muscular
growth visible.

I attempted to sit down and chat with him but he was busy with schoolwork,
or tired and wanted to go to bed. I also noted that he was very interested
in his new computer and did virtually all his school work with the
computer. I was pleased about this, as I knew that his future employment
prospects depended very much on his computer skills, and understanding.

To date he had given us no indication of what he would like to do following
his school years, but we were hopeful that something would emerge soon.

One afternoon he was later than even he had become over the past few
weeks. When I quizzed him about the reason he shrugged it off and turned
away from me and marched off into his bedroom, closing and locking the
door.

I didn't express my concerns to my wife Brenda, but decided I had to find
out what was causing the change in my son's behaviour.

The following afternoon, I switched my car with a workmate so that Jase
wouldn't recognise me. I sat outside his school just as the final bell
sounded and waited.

Jase emerged with his best friend Clifton and I watched as they chatted for
a while. Then Jase turned and boarded the bus to Merryvale, a suburb on the
other side of our growing new town.

I followed the bus and then stopped as I saw Jase alight in an area of
middle class older homes. Without looking back he strode off through the
front gate of a nicely kept home and rang the front door bell. A man about
my age opened the door and warmly welcomed Jase inside.

I thought about getting out and seeing if I could view anything through the
windows, but decided against this action. I timed the visit and just 25
minutes later the front door opened and Jase and the man emerged. Just then
a nice new Mercedes stopped outside the front gate. I was stunned as Jase
reached up, threw his arms around the man from the house and kissed him
full on the lips. Then he hurriedly skipped and ran to the open door of the
nice car.

I noted the numberplate down on my sheet and then drove off carefully
following the car with my son inside. The drive took us to a suburb much
closer to our home, and I was upset when the car drove in through some
really beautiful wrought iron gates, up a path to a magnificent manor
house. I drove along a little further and parked. Then I climbed through
the hedge and made my way carefully towards the house. I had noted the time
and then I saw all the dogs around the house so I beat a hasty retreat back
to my car. I moved so I could observe the gate and then 35 minutes after
their arrival my son and the driver exited the gate and proceeded towards
our home. I followed and then the big car stopped just around the corner
from our place and I noted again that Jase reached over and kissed the
driver before opening the door and skipping off home.

Jase was in a soft mood when I got home a few minutes later. I asked him
about school and he insisted that he had a lot of homework to do so I
dropped the chat and let him go to his room.

I eavesdropped at his door and heard him using his computer so I was
pleased he was doing his homework.

The next day I checked up on the addresses of the two homes and also the
numberplate of the Mercedes. I was surprised when I found that a chap who I
had gone to school with owned the first house. I also found out that he was
well into computer programming and was employed by an IT company that had
just opened up an office in our town. After a bit of searching through my
old school magazines and photos I recognised him as being a very studious
boy who was respected but not regarded very highly amongst our sport mad
group.

I thought he must be giving Jase some help with his computer skills, and so
that eased my concern a little.

The big manor house was owned by a title gentleman who was just 44 years
old and was also involved in the IT and computer world.

In my own mind I thought that Jase was obviously learning a great deal
about the computer industry and that he was now planning on surprising us
with his skills and new interest.

With that I put to the back of my mind any fears I had for my son.

However, I still retained a hidden itch about these now regular visits to
these men. It also worried me why my son would kiss them, and on the lips.

I heard Jase in the shower so decided to do a little spying. Surprisingly
the door to his bathroom wasn't locked, so I quietly opened it. The steam
from the hot water coated most of the room, but then I noticed Jase in the
shower. I could pick out his body but what confused me was what was
sticking out from his body. At first I thought it was his arm, then I
shocked myself by realising it was his cock. It was stiff and appeared in
the foggy conditions to be large.

As I was thinking about this the water was turned off, the shower door
opened and my naked son emerged. It was definitely his cock and I was
staggered to see how large it was. The knob was perhaps even bigger than
mine. What also grabbed my vision was the fact that he had no hair around
it (something I feel I presumed he would have) and that his balls hung down
a long way with what appeared to be a silver band around the top of the
scrotum.

Jase had picked his towel and was drying his hair and hadn't seen me, so I
gently slipped away, closing the door without noise.

What now surprised me was that my own large cock was now stiff and I could
sense the globs of pre-cum pouring out of my piss slit. I was shocked that
the sight of my naked son could have such an effect upon me.

My wife was out at a PTA meeting, so I raced to our room, undid my zipper
and dragged my thick hard cock out. The pre-cum was soon spread over my
large knob and I lay down on the bed and jerked myself to a rapid and
frighteningly exciting climax. In fact it was one of the best jerk offs I
could remember, not that I had to jerk off much these days. Brenda and I
had a great sex life, fucking as often as we desired, which in most cases
were just about everynight.

I cleaned up quickly and returned to the downstairs living area, just as
Jase appeared in his pyjamas, now clean and ready for bed. I looked at him
with different eyes. My gaze dropped to the front of his pjs and I felt
sure I noted cum stains. He waved to me calling goodnight, so I smiled at
him as I answered. He smiled back and I realised what a terrific smile my
son had.

I came home from work early the next day. My wife was out with some friends
playing cards, so I went to Jase's room on a search mission. I rolled down
his bed covers and was excited to see obvious cum stains on his sheets.
Then I looked at his pyjamas and both top and bottom had the tell tale
patches of dried cum. I also noted that his wastebasket had many hard,
spent tissues, which had that unusual smell of semen.

Again my cock was stiff and leaking so I lay down on my son's bed pulled my
trousers and boxers down and masturbated with a delightful feeling. It was
then that I notice on the back of his bedroom door a series of posters of
young movie and singing stars. All were boys and most were topless showing
off their puny underdeveloped torsos.

So excited was I that my first spurt of cum fired right over my head and
splattered against the wall near the bed head. I used some of the available
tissues from the box beside the bed to clean up and with a mischievous
attitude dropped the cum filled paper into the wastebasket.

I dressed and then looked at the computer. I sat down and opened it up but
the only section available was 'Word', so I logged in there at 'My
Documents'.

What a surprise? There were many section sites for homework, which showed
that Jase was doing well.

Then I noticed a file called Mr IT. In opened this and there in the front
was a picture of a most beautiful boy. He was naked with his stiff cock
poking out from his hairless groin. Further investigation revealed loads of
pictures of naked boys, some with soft cocks and many stiff. Some even had
their hands on them jerking off. Then there was the file 'FO'.


I have had to spend a lot of time setting this story, but I am sure you
will enjoy it more in the following chapters.

If you have any comments or suggestions please e-mail me at:
davidwilliams82003@yahoo.co.uk