Date: Tue, 21 Nov 2006 15:44:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Chris Shengals <cshengals@yahoo.com>
Subject: spying on friends dad part 2

This Story is pure fiction and any similarities between this story and
anyone living or dead is purely cooincidental.  This story includes
sexual situations between a man and an underage boy.  If this is illegal
in your area don't read it.  If you find this material ofensive, don't
read it!

When I awoke I couldn't tell what had been a dream and what was reality.
I was still in
his bed.  I could smell him immediately on the sheets.  His musky smell
was apparent and
pleasurable.  I could also tell that I had indeed come even though my
chest was clean and
I had all my clothes on including my shoes?
It had happened.
Somehow it had happened.
And somehow my clothes were back on.
I was so happy yet so confused, bewildered and terrified.  It was such a
rush of
contradicting feelings that was having an overwhelming effect on this 12
year-old.  I also
had questions and a lot of them.
I lifted my head up and started to climb out of the bed and that's when I
saw him.  A chill
immediately ran through me.  Matt's Dad was sitting on a wooden
decorative chair near the
door to the hallway.  It was the kind of chair with a decorative pattern
that Matt's Mom
had probably placed there before they divorced and moved out.  It was the
kind of chair
that you threw clothes on but never actually sat in.
He was sitting in it.
A cold stare emanated from him.  He was sitting staring past me as if he
had been sitting
there forever. Starched jeans, a dark turtleneck, shoes and socks covered
his body.  It was
almost as if he had charged me guilty of enjoying his naked body and
these cold emotionless
clothes were my sentence.
His body energy was extremely disturbing.  He was very pale with a look
of extreme sadness
and anger.  It was intensity overshadowed only by the sex we had had
hours before.
I sat there looking at him as he sat against the wall not looking at me.
Everything about him said that he regretted what had happened.
Should I say something?
Should I just run for the door?
Was he blaming me?
Was he going to yell at me?
Was he going to hurt me?
Matt's Dad had always been a questionable figure.  He was always quiet
and unable to read.
Once when I was 7, I had accidentally spilled juice on top of their
television set.  It was
one of those old wooden sets with the two dials (UHF and VHF) and it had
spilled down the
back and almost started a fire.  That day he yelled like I had never
heard before.
Was this going to be worse?
I decided that I just couldn't handle it so I ran.  I ran past the bed
and towards the door
having to pass him in the process but his forceful hands grabbed me
before I could make it.
"Oh no you don't you little shit!"  His teeth were clenched tight as he
spoke.  "What're
you gonna do?  You gonna tell on me you little fucker?  Is that what
you're gonna do?"
"NO!"  I immediately said.  Our words overlapped as we spoke.
"Yeah you're gonna fucking tell on me!!"
"NO! I'm n-"
"Well it's NOT MY FAULT!"  His voice was so loud like a 100 pound mallet
crushing against
my chest every time he spoke.
"Well NO I-"
"YOU fucking did this you little shit!"  Those words shattered me.  This
went beyond guilt
he was feeling.  He didn't even want this to happen in the first place!
I had tricked him
somehow.  This was all my fault.  Deep down I knew I was a freak for
wanting to see men
naked and this was my proof.  All my worst fears were coming true.  This
gorgeous man in
front of me that had made me feel so good, thought I was a freak and
thought I was
disgusting.  As he yelled, tears streamed down my face.  I had never felt
so terrible in my
short life.  And he just kept yelling.  "...and now you're going to tell
your fucking Mother!
You won't get away with this you fucker!!"  Tears were streaming down his
face as well.
"She'll put you away in a fucking mental institution....you'll never see
Matt again I can
assure you that!"  The concerned father side of him was showing through.
I hadn't even
thought of Matt this whole time or any of his other grown kids.  Matt's
Dad was a
Grandfather for Christ's Sake!  I had ruined this poor man's life because
of my sick disease.
 At this point I was full on sobbing and somehow I had to stop his
yelling.
"I WON"T TELL ANYONE!!"  I screamed as tears rolled down my reddening
face.  Matt's Dad
words fell silent.  "Oh GOD PLEASE DON'T TELL MY MOTHER" I pleaded.  "I'M
SORRY!!!"
"PLEASE!!!"  I screamed as I ran out of the room and down the stairs
towards the front
door.  I could feel him close behind and just as I hit the front door he
grabbed me again.
This time his arms weren't as forceful.
"Ok Ok." He said as I continued sobbing.   "It's ok.."  He kept saying.
"Shhhh."  His
hands attempted to hold me at the shoulders.  One hand awkwardly
attempted to stroke my
hair but it was obvious how difficult it was for him to touch me.
"Oh My GOD I'm Sorry!!"  I screamed.  "I'll never do it aga-"
"It's ok"  He said as his caressing became more comfortable.  "We both
just won't tell
anybody."
"Yes!" I said.  "I PROMISE I won't tell anyone!!"  I had never meant
anything so much in my
life.  I was not going to tell anyone EVER.  At this point I could hardly
admit it to
myself.
"This will just be our little secret."
"Yes!!"  I screamed as I was still crying at the magnitude of this even
though his words
were starting to calm me.
"No one has to know."  He said in between his "shhhh"s to calm me down.
"C-can I still be friends with Matt?"
A brief silence overtook him as his hand stopped caressing me.  "Yes" he
finally said.
"You can still be friends with Matt."  He started caressing my hair
again.  The thought of
my continuing to play at his house with his youngest son probably
terrified the poor man
but the thought of me leaving upset and eventually telling on him
probably terrified him
more.
We continued standing there in his doorway and both began to calm down
even more.
Eventually we went into the kitchen and drank some soda.  I agreed over
and over that I
wouldn't tell on him and apologized for tricking him.  He eventually said
that it wasn't
completely my fault and that since Matt's Mother had moved out that he
hadn't had sex in a
very long time and that he had been out of control when we did what we
did.
He said it would never happen again.
He said that repeatedly over our conversation.
It would never happen again.
With all I had just been through, the thought of it never happening again
was very
saddening yet comforting at the same time.
He also kept saying that if I ever was confused or felt like telling
anyone that I should
come see him before telling anyone and we could talk about it.  He said
that we would both
would go to jail for a very long time if anyone found out and if we just
kept this secret,
everything would be fine.
...
I eventually went home with many confusing feelings.  My mother just
assumed I was going
through puberty as I frequently appeared distant and confused.  I kept my
distance from
Matt for awhile but his continuing phone calls encouraged me to start
hanging out with him
again.  At first I would ask to play at my house, which we never had
really done on any
sort of regular basis before but finally we started playing back at his
house again.  Of
course his father was there and it was apparent that my being there was
not on his list of
favorite things.  He appeared polite, would say Hello but other than
that, he said or did
little as far as we were concerned.  Eventually things got fairly back to
normal even
though they were never really the same.  I did masturbate about him as
often as I could and
I never told anyone about what had happened.
...
Months had passed and Winter was now in full swing.  One weekend morning
I awoke to almost
a foot of snow.  In the previous few years, I had begun shoveling snow
with Matt.  We would
go to all the houses in the neighborhood and we usually came away with
almost $25 each
which was a lot for us back then.  Unfortunately Matt had gone to visit
his oldest brother
John who lived about an hour away.  With 5 siblings all grown, Matt would
frequently spend
time on the weekends with one of them.  With an ever growing array of
comics and video
games that I always wanted to buy, I knew that I couldn't pass up this
financial
opportunity so I decided to shovel snow solo.
The afternoon proved to be less than stellar with many people having done
their own
sidewalks and driveways since it was Saturday.  I had a few prospects but
not as many as
usual.  I rounded my way up Eudland Ct to where Matt's house was.  As I
walked, I could see
this driveway finished and that driveway finished.  Mr. Sandorf was
busily finishing up his
and we said hello as we usually did.  I stopped and looked around the
court and realized
that all of them were finished.
Except one.
Matt's house lay covered in snow.  Since Matt was out of town, no one had
been around to
shovel.
I could see Matt's Dad's white Oldsmobile parked in the driveway
blanketed with snow.
My heart sank.
It was the first instance that Matt's Dad had been home alone since our
little incident.
Should I shovel the snow?
I had always done it before...
Why should it be different now?
I thought about knocking on his door but what if he thought I was
knocking for something
else?
What if he yelled again?
Those thoughts were too intense so I opted for my warm house instead and
started back down
the hill with my shovel scraping behind me.
That's when I heard his voice.
"So you're just going to leave a man helpless over here?"  I spun around
to see him poking
his head out of his front door.
"W-what?" I said.  He was standing there with his salt and pepper hair
neatly slicked back.
 A jet black bathrobe covered his body but showed beautiful brown chest
hair sprinkled with
wisps of grey.  I remembered the last time I saw that chest.  My heart
began beating at a
rapid pace.  He had a cup of coffee in his hand and a pair of reading
glasses on.
"Can't you see a man needs help over here?"  He said with a huge smile.
It was as if I was
in a dream again.
Why was he being so friendly?
I began walking back over to him as we made small talk.  I was happy for
so many things all
of a sudden.  I was happy that I was going to make some money shoveling.
I was happy that
I was getting some good glimpses of Matt's Dad's beautiful chest.  And I
was happy with how
friendly he was being.
"I thought you were going to leave a poor man stranded over here." He
said flashing his
smile.
"No I said..I-"
"How's $20 sound?"  He asked taking a sip from his cup.  20 dollars for
one driveway was
more than I had ever gotten.  I nodded and immediately began to shovel.
"Whoa whoa." He said with a slight chuckle.  "Slow down there Son you
don't want to start
such a big job when you're already so cold do you?  Why don't come in and
get warmed up
first?"  Well this certainly seemed strange.  He was being just too
friendly now.  But I
was cold so I plodded up the the house and past his Dad through the front
door.  As I
passed his chest I was merely inches from his tempting hair that stuck
out so prominently.
There seemed to be an energy coming from his Dad that said it was OK for
me to notice that
kind of stuff.
I came in and immediately started taking off layers.  First my gloves,
then scarf, then
jacket.  I then sat down and begun working on my boots.
"Here" he said.  "Lemme help you with those."  He then came over and
knelt down and started
 unlacing my left boot.  I was so close to him now and was suddenly
getting very excited.
With the angle we were at, our heads were practically touching.  I looked
down and had a
spectacular view of his chest all the way down his robe.
He had nothing on under his robe.
I just froze.  I suppose I should have been working on the other boot but
all I could do
was nothing again.  I didn't want to mess anything up or get him angry
again.
Why was he being so nice?
Well he finally got my left boot off and then unlaced my other one as
well.
We made our way into the kitchen and he made some hot chocolate for me.
"So how cold is it out there workin so hard?" This was more words than I
had ever heard him
speak that didn't involve yelling.
"P-pretty cold." I said.  Man was I nervous.
"Well" he said.  "Are you wearing any long underwear underneath that
stuff?"
I shaked a negative.
"C'mon" he said motioning me.  "Let's go upstairs and see what we can
find."  As I followed
him up the stairs, even from the back I could tell that his robe was
loosening up.  I
followed him into one of the storage bedrooms.  Since Matt was the only
kid still in the
house, some of the other rooms now just served as storage rooms.  There
were boxes strewn
about the room with various labels.  Matt's dad started rifling through
one of the boxes labeled "WINTER CLOTHES" and fairly quickly came up with
a pair of grey long underwear.
"Here" he said handing them to me.  "Try these on."  Then he just stood
there with his robe
barely still tied.  I gave him an awkward look as if to say 'I need to
change.'
"C'mon" he said with a devlish grin.  "It's not like I haven't seen you
before."  He then
started to try to lift my shirt up.  I was so confused at this point.
"B-but you were so mad before..." was all I could muster even though I
wanted to say so
much more.
"But you've been such a good boy and you haven't told anyone right?"
I again shook my head a big negative.
"And you had a good time when I helped you out the last time right?"
I nodded.
He now had my shirt off.  Slowly I could see his dick rising up between
the open space in
his robe.
"Felt good right?"  His voice got quieter.
I slowly nodded a yes as his hand reached up and softly started playing
with my right
nipple.  Now his dick was fully erect sticking out through his robe and
he reached down and
gave it a few strokes while examining my chest.
"So if we both enjoy it and can help eachother out sometimes then this
can be a little
secret we have right?"  Now his hands were reaching for my zipper.
I nodded a big yes.
"Good boy" he said and my pants were off in an instant.  He reached up
and slowly pulled
down my underwear and my 4 inches sprung up happy to be released.
He now had me completely naked.
It was so interesting.  It was as if he was two people.  You had the
normal, quiet reserved
version and then this dirty outgoing version that would play with me.  I
was happy that the
dirty version had returned.
He slowly ran his hands up the back of my ass as if savouring his new
prize.  His mouth was
just inches from my dick and I practically passed out when I saw his lips
part and his head
move in.  And like that I was in his mouth.  He slowly worked up and down
as I arched my
back and let out a big groan.  This was pleasure I had never felt before
in my young life.
His lips were so soft and smooth.
I was in pure heaven.
I quickly became aware of my hands and how they were sort of extended in
mid air.  I was
afraid to touch anything but somehow I did.  As he worked my dick with
his mouth I slowly
rested them on his shoulders which seemed to make him pick up speed.  I
slowly worked my
way across his shoulders and up his neck to his salt and pepper hair.
This was the most I had ever been able to touch him so far.
As I did this, I felt a hand slide up my ass again.  My hands rifled
through his beautiful
hair as he began to pick up speed.  Suddenly I felt a finger start to
invade my innocent
hole.  He wasn't too graceful about it.  All of a sudden he was just
doing it.  I was so
tight at first but slowly my hole gave in as his finger proceeded more
and more.  It was
slightly painful but somehow I wanted it.  Mixed in with the waves of
pleasure his blowjob
was giving me, I could suddenly feel my orgasm starting to build.  Matt's
Dad instinctively
knew and picked up speed even more as his finger, now against my
sphinctor, began massaging
at an almost frantic rythym.  I was now in an almost euphoric state of
pleasure.  I was no
longer standing in a unused bedroom full of boxes getting a blowjob.  Now
I was floating in
a universe of soft, fuzzy waves.  I began to slowly rock my body back and
forth because
that seemed to bring the fuzzy waves closer.  Closer and closer they came
and farther and
farther away I drifted.  I felt the waves bringing me up....and up....and
up....
And all of a sudden I was back in the unused bedroom, full of boxes with
an extremely sexy
older man having the most intense orgasm of my life.  I grabbed onto his
head as tight as I
could and deposited all of my cum into his slurping mouth.
He didn't fight it at all.
My groans filled the room as wave after wave of pleasure rocked my small
body causing my
already wobbling knees to buckle.  I felt his warm hand cradling my ass
so I wouldn't fall
as he continued to digest everything I could give him.
After much panting and "coming down" his finger exited my still tight
hole and he fell back
 onto the floor with a smile.  He was now sprawled out on the carpet with
his robe now
fully open exposing a still rock hard dick.
Was he going to start yelling again?
"Boy that was amazing."  He said.
I was speechless.
Had I won the lottery?
This vision of a man, that made me feel so good on so many levels was all
of a sudden,
sharing my excitement on this very dirty deed.  It was a wonderful
situation I thought.
It could be ours.
It could be secret.
These new feelings suddenly flooding my body made me happier than the
orgasm I had just
experienced.
I wanted to hug him.
I wanted to tell him....
....what did I want to tell him?
I wanted to feel this way forever.
I couldn't tell him that...
Could I?
I saw him still laying there with his beautiful dick still sticking
straight out and
decided I knew the best way to thank him for everything I was now
feeling.
I pounced on him like a predator on Wild Kingdom and immediately engulfed
his huge member.
There was no foreplay.  Nothing subtle about it.  He jumped as I plunged
him inside my
mouth but he made no gestures of protest.  His dick was long and skinny
and had a dry musky
sweaty taste to it that tasted amazing.  I could hear this dirty man's
heavy breathing as I
went as fast as I could up and down on it.
"Oh yeah..." He said as I worked up and down on it at break-neck speeds.
I was not about
technique at this age.  There was no skill.  This was the first dick I
had ever had in my
mouth and I was as eager as possible to make him cum as a thank you.
Quickly his breathing turned to moaning.  With his hands now clenched
around my ears he was
pulling me up and down on it as fast as I was giving it to him.  A
strange gutteral sound
erupted from deep within his throat and all of a sudden my mouth was full
of his salty
juice.
"Yeah Yeah Yeah OHHHHHHHHHHHHH" was all I could hear as I attempted to
swallow as much of
his cum that I could.  The truth is, if this stuff was an ice cream
flavor I would never
eat it but since this salty liquid came from him, it tasted like juice
from the heavens.
"Oh my GOD son" he said in between his heavy breathing.  "You really
wanted that didn't
you?"
I couldn't answer.
Of course I did but I just couldn't say that I did...
Why not?
With limited energy, his skinny hairy arms pulled me down until I was
lying next to him on
the floor.  I grabbed myself as close to his hairy chest that I could and
fell fast asleep.
How would waking up this time be?
To Be Continued.