Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2008 04:56:32 -0800 (PST)
From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com
Subject: An Extra Christmas Present, chapter 2

Disclaimer: This story is the property of the author and cannot be
reproduced without permission.  It is meant to be read and enjoyed by
adults

Author's Note: I want to take a moment to thank everyone who contacted me
after the first story was published.  You all made my Christmas break very
special!  Thanks for the support!

An Extra Christmas Present, Chapter 2

Well, I never did get to find out whether Colin had been watching me in the
bathroom Christmas morning.  After that whole incident, I came in here and
typed it out on the computer, trying to remember it all.  By the time I
finished, a couple hours had passed and the whole household was in full
Christmas swing.  The girls had showered and dressed.  My wife, Allison,
was getting ready for the extended family coming in the afternoon for
dinner.  And Colin?  He disappeared into his room and I didn't see him
again until almost dinnertime.

When I did finally see him, I felt a bit awkward and even embarrassed.  It
had only been a few hours, but it seemed like that morning, seeing him
naked in bed and then later looking up his nightshirt and seeing his dick
and balls, had happened ages ago.  But in his typical fashion, he didn't
really engage me, or most of the family, in conversation.  He really kept
to himself most of the time and often seemed moody.  I think it had a lot
to do with his age.  I was certainly like that when I was 17.  But there
were a few times when I looked up during dinner to find him looking at me
with an expression on his face that I couldn't quite name.  He did seem
genuinely happy that afternoon.  He'd gotten some good gifts from us as
well as his grandparents.  So I know that look was one of happiness, or at
least contentment.  But there was something else, something in his eyes I'd
never really seen before.  I was beginning to think that maybe he had seen
me jerking off this morning, because those looks I caught during dinner had
something... knowing about it.  Like he knew something about me that he
didn't' think I knew about.  But, of course, I could have given him the
same look because I knew something about him; that he had a very nice cock
when it got hard.  And that's something I don't think he realized I knew!

Christmas dinner, dessert and the festivities afterward were pretty nice
this year.  Everyone genuinely seemed to have a good time.  When everyone
finally left in the evening, the house suddenly seemed quiet and empty,
though the girls and Colin were still about.  After dinner, we had hooked
up Colin's DVD player to the TV and now my wife and kids sat around
watching a movie.  I actually went to the computer room and finished
writing about this morning.  The thing that has really struck me about
writing is how quickly time goes by.  It's like I start typing and suddenly
I look up and a couple hours have passed.  So, when I finished typing up
the story of what happened this morning, I looked up and it was past
midnight!  No one had come to find me, no one had said goodnight.  I just
got up from my computer to find the house empty and dark.  Everyone had
gone to bed.  Or so I thought.

All the bedroom doors were shut and the upstairs completely dark, except
for the light next to the computer, so I assumed everyone had gone to bed.
I realized I was hungry again and knew the fridge was just full of
leftovers, and there were also Christmas cookies.  Snacking in the kitchen
sounded like a nice way to end the day so I went downstairs. As I made my
way into the kitchen, I realized that the TV was still on.  There was a
faint, blue glow coming from the family room.  I wasn't wearing any shoes,
so I didn't make any noise as I walked into the kitchen.  The kitchen, like
the rest of the house, was dark and as I walked into it, I could see Colin
sitting in the dark family room in front of the TV.  But as I got closer, I
realized what he was doing and I froze.

Now, I should maybe take a minute to explain the layout of our house, so
you can understand what happened next.  The family room was added on after
the girls were born and we realized our current house just wasn't big
enough for four kids.  So, we added an extra room onto the kitchen and, in
addition to the doorway, we had an opening in the wall next to the door
that looked into the family room and in that opening, we put in a counter.
On the other side were tall bar stools, so the kids could sit there and we
could serve them from the kitchen, almost like a lunch counter.  So, there
was this "window" into the family room from which I could see Colin, but he
was so focused on the TV that he couldn't see me.  From where I stood,
looking over this counter into the family room, I could see Colin almost
head on.  He was facing me, more or less, and I could only see the TV from
the side.  And as soon as I looked at him, I just stopped.

Colin was in his nightshirt again and was sitting cross-legged on the
floor.  But unlike this morning, the nightshirt had been pulled up well
over his knees and he was tugging on his dick for all he was worth.  It
took me all of 2 seconds to realize he had porn playing on his new DVD
player, which is probably the real reason he had asked for one for
Christmas.  As I stood there watching him and realizing what I was seeing,
I got an instant boner.  Like I said earlier, I had seen Colin's dick this
morning in bed and was struck by the size and weightiness of it.  But
seeing it here, now, in front of me, I really took in his great manhood.
I'll put it simply: he was big.  In fact, I realized he was bigger than me,
which, for some reason, really turned me on.  I loved the idea that I had
made this kid with a big fucking dick, you know?

I stood there, watching, as he worked his dick, and was mesmerized by his
rhythm.  He'd stroke slowly, almost gently, then suddenly become
overwhelmed and start furiously pumping right under the head.  And the
head!  I didn't quite realize this morning how bulbous it was, or maybe it
was just the angle I was seeing it from now, but it really was bigger and
rounder than I thought.  The shaft itself seemed pretty thick, though it
was hard to tell because he wouldn't let go of it, but the head was clearly
visible and I could see a pretty thick ridge running around the head,
separating it from the shaft.  And even in the blue glow of the television,
his dick seemed dark red in color.  There were times when his whole fist
held the shaft and would move up and down, then it would only be a few
fingers, just under the head, then he'd take it in his fist again and
slowly stroke it, probably easing up as he got close to cumming.  As I
stood watching, he brought his hand to his mouth and spit into it and
started stroking again.  The wet slurping sound I heard almost made me cum
right there!  It was so fucking sexy to see my boy enjoying himself like
this.  As he slid his hand over his dick, he looked down at it and really
began sliding his hand up and down, this time sliding his hand over the
head before coming back down.  Next, he started working just the head,
really squeezing and rubbing it and the squishy-wet sound was so intense to
hear in the quiet house.  I could faintly hear a moan come from him as he
obviously felt that wave of pleasure one gets when you finally lube your
dick.

He looked up at the TV again, but something must've caught his eye, because
suddenly, I realized he was looking right at me.

"Dad?"  He said, and he froze.

I thought I'd been standing still and even though I had a raging hard-on, I
didn't dare touch it.  I knew I'd blow my load almost immediately.  Maybe
the light from the TV was brighter than I thought and he could make out my
form in opening to the kitchen. Whatever it was, he saw me.

"Uh.  Hey, Col." I replied, using a nickname to try and be casual.  I was
literally shaking from being "busted," though I now realize he was just as
busted as me.  I didn't know what the hell to do.

Colin quickly pulled the front of his nightshirt down over his knees and
his dick disappeared from sight and then he frantically grabbed the remote
control and stopped the movie that was playing.  Suddenly, everything was
completely silent and the family room was bathed in blue from the TV
screen.

"Uh... Sorry." I said, realizing I had to say something.  "I, uh, came down
for a snack. I didn't realize you were up.  I, uh...." And then I just
trailed off. I walked away from where I was and came into the family
room. What the hell was I going to say?  And I was so focused on that
question that it wasn't until I'd walked into the family room and stood
looking down at Colin that I realized I was still sporting a huge hard-on
in my sweats!

Colin looked up at me, and then looked at my sweatpants with this tent pole
sticking out and, I think, realized things maybe weren't so scary after
all.  He reached down and grabbed his dick through the nightshirt fabric
and gave it a squeeze.  Suddenly his dick came into relief under the fabric
and then Colin began to pull the fabric up over his knees again.
Instinctively, I gave my dick a squeeze and saw a dark spot on my sweats
where some pre-cum had leaked out.  Jesus!  Where was this going?  I
couldn't believe I was standing here in front of my son with a raging
hard-on and he was sliding his nightshirt up, exposing his hard-on to me.
It was just like this morning, but even more intense.  My heart was
pounding so hard in my chest; I thought I could hear it.  As his dick came
into view, I became dizzy, like I was going to pass out.

"Man!" I whispered, as he let his full erection come into view.  Then, with
a bit of chuckle, I said: "That's pretty nice, Colin.  You should be
proud."

"Yeah," he said, looking up at me and taking his dick into his hand.  "I
am.  And you should be too."  Then a look came over his face that seemed a
bit worried.  "I mean, seeing yours.  Now."

"Oh, yeah?"  I said.  "Think so?" And I opened my sweat pants, pulled down
the front and freed my cock and balls.  The cold air hit them and that
feeling of suddenly having my dick free overcame me and I began stroking my
dick, looking down at my son, also stroking his dick.  I couldn't believe
this was happening!  I was jerking off with my son!

The two of us just stood there, or sat there in Colin's case, watching each
other masturbate.  Neither of us said another word, but just stroked and
watched.  Finally, Colin opened his legs and stood up.  He was bit taller
than me, but not much, and our dicks were at about the same height.  I had
pushed my sweatpants down over my hips so my balls were now completely
free.  Colin, on the other hand, stood up, but had to hold his nightshirt
up with his left hand while he jerked off with his right.  We stood facing
each other, in the middle of the family room, jerking off in the light of a
silent television.  I'd never been so aroused in my life and there were a
couple times when I had to stop stroking to keep from cumming.  Colin, on
the other hand, seemed to get hornier and hornier, and once he realized
what was happening, really let himself go.  He closed his eyes, let his
head fall back and just stroked and stroked his hard cock.  And even from
this angle, looking at it from above, it was like I'd never seen it before.
The top of his dick head was broad and smooth and the ridge not quite a
thick as it was on the underside.  But from this angle, I could really see
how thick the shaft was, and man, it was thick.  He could wrap his hand
around it, but his fingers and thumb just touched.  I also got to see his
balls, which were surprisingly low hanging for someone his age. Mine hang
pretty low too, but it really wasn't until my 30's that they really came
down.  And Colin has a nice, thick bush covering his whole crotch, with
long, wiry hairs poking in every direction.  Man!  I was just filled with
pride as I looked on my boy who had now become a man.  And here he was
showing me his pleasure.

As all this churned in my head, I began to get dizzy again and realized I
just couldn't do this much longer.  I had to cum!

I looked at Colin, who was looking at me, gave him a smile and said, "I
can't hold it anymore."

"Go for it," was his response, which was all I needed to hear to feel that
tightening behind my balls telling me I was going to shoot.  I looked
around wondering what to shoot into.  I didn't want to cum onto the carpet!
When he realized what I was doing, Colin did the funniest thing: He held
out his nightshirt and said, "Cum onto this."

I moved closer to him and he held the nightshirt out with both hands.
Underneath the canopy of fabric, I could see his hard member swinging back
and forth under its weight and that sent me over the edge.

Trying to be quiet, but also feeling completely overwhelmed with lust, I
let out a muted grunt and felt the first spurt of cum shoot out.  I was
looking down at my dick, as well as Colin's, and saw the shot hit Colin's
stomach and start running down the front of his nightshirt.  Then, with
spasm after spasm, more cum came out of my dick and with each one I had to
muffle the grunts from my throat, which should have been shouts of pure
ecstasy.  I hadn't had an orgasm like this in a while.  Normally, it
doesn't feel this good unless I've gone a while without cumming.  But after
about 9 or 10 shots, I opened my eyes.  I hadn't even realized it, but I
had grabbed Colin's shoulder with my left hand to steady myself.  He was
still holding the nightshirt up and there were some streaks of cum running
down the front, but also a pretty sizeable pool of semen right in the
middle.  I stood there, slowly stroking my spent cock, enjoying that almost
over-stimulated feeling one gets after cumming, like you can hardly touch
your dick without it twitching and sending a shiver down your spine.  As my
breath returned and I began to calm down, I looked at Colin and gave him
the biggest, most loving smile I could.  I'd never felt so much love for
him as I did at that moment.

"Here," I said, "let's get this off before it drips everywhere." And I
began to unbutton the top of his nightshirt.

"Hold on." He said, and did something that really rather astonished me.  He
reached into the puddle of cum on his nightshirt and scooped up a bunch
with his fingers, then, folding the fabric up, he reached down and spread
my cum all over his dick.

Without saying anything more, I gathered up the bottom of his nightshirt
and drew it up over his midsection and chest.  He stopped stroking long
enough to raise his arms and I pulled the nightshirt over his head.  Now
Colin was standing stark naked in front of me, stroking his big dick using
my cum for lube!

It took almost no time for Colin to get close.  I could tell just from the
few minutes watching him that he jerked off a lot and knew just what to do
to get himself off.  With his right hand, he really stroked his cock,
sliding his hand back and forth over both the shaft and head.  With his
left, he would press on the inside of his thigh and rub behind his balls.
Within probably 30 seconds, his breathing became shorter and he stood up on
the balls of his feet.

"Oh... Oh... Oh," he said and I realized he was close.  I still had his
nightshirt bunched in my hand and I opened it a bit and held it under this
dick.

"Yeah, son."  I said, "Go for it." I couldn't resist using the same phrase
he had said when I was close.

I think that really pushed him over the edge, because suddenly his feet
came down to the floor with a thud, he bent his knees and, holding his
breath, he pushed his hand all the way the end of his dick and began to rub
the point right under his head with the knuckle of his index finger.

Now, as I said, I had held out the nightshirt for him to come in, but I
guess I'd forgotten what it was like to be young and horny.  The first shot
that came out of his dick completely missed the nightshirt, but hit me
squarely in the chin!  The second one, which came quickly after, hit me in
the chest, and I realized I needed to move if I was going to catch any of
his cum.  As these shots flew out of his dick, he let out his breath in
quiet, short grunts and by the 3rd or 4th spurt, he was cumming onto the
nightshirt fabric I was holding.  Shot after shot, he kept cumming, and it
seemed like a full minute before he really calmed down and began to relax.

Colin stood up straight and looked at me, smiling.  He stopped stroking his
dick and took the nightshirt from me, wiping his hands on it. I took it
back from him and wiped the cum off my chin. Then we just stood there
looking at each other, he completely naked and me with my sweatpants around
my thighs.  I think the combination of intense pleasure, the relief and the
whole situation got to me and I started to laugh.  Colin started laughing,
too.  I reached out and grabbed his shoulder again.

"Thanks, Col." I said.  "That was... well, that was something pretty
special."  Then I started laughing again.

"Yeah," he said quietly.  "I, uh... never expected that to happen."

"No," I replied.  "Me, either.  But you know, sometimes a guy has needs."
And I squeezed his shoulder and chuckled again.

"Yeah," he said.  "Like you had this morning?"

That surprised me and I stopped laughing.  Colin got a look on his face
like he realized he just said something he wasn't supposed to say.

"Uh," he started to stammer. "I mean, uh..."

I just gave him a smile and reached around, taking the back of his neck in
my hand and gave it a squeeze.

"So, that was you this morning.  I thought maybe you saw your old man
enjoying himself.  Want to know what I was thinking about when I was doing
it?"  I asked.

Colin gave me a rather sly smile and said, "No.  I think I know."