Date: Fri, 14 Apr 2006 14:35:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com
Subject: Between Us Guys Part 1

Author's Note: This is a work of fiction.  It is submitted for the
enjoyment of adults ONLY.  Comments welcome.


When I got down to the basement, I completely forgot what tool I'd gone
down to get.  It was probably a screwdriver.  I had been working upstairs
trying to put together a dresser we'd just bought for my son's room.  I
needed something and, not having it, went downstairs to my workshop to get
it.

Our basement was partially finished.  There was a rather large finished
room that served as a second family room and sometimes as a guest room.
That room ran the length of the basement.  The other half of the basement
was unfinished and contained the laundry area and my workshop.  At the
bottom of the basement stairs, you were faced with two doors.  The one in
front of you led to the family room and the one on your right opened into
the rest of the basement.  This was the door I took as I was headed to my
workshop, but then I stopped, thinking I'd heard something.

Standing quietly, my hand still on the doorknob, I heard the faintest
sound, like a whimper or a moan, but I really wasn't sure.  Moving through
the door, I turned and began walking along the back of the family room
wall.  This side of the wall was unfinished.  There was drywall in the
family room, but the other side, the side I was on, was still studs and
various electrical cords and cables running to the outlets.  I'd never
quite gotten around to insulating this wall and putting up the drywall on
this side.  I heard the noise again, this time definitely a moan, short and
high-pitched.  It was coming from the family room.  As I walked down the
length of this wall, I found a section of the wall that had a hole in it.
The cable company had run a line down here and cut through the wall to put
in the converter box.  The cable guy had offered to patch up the hole he'd
punched into the wall, since it was much larger than what he had actually
needed, but at the time, I told the guy to forget it.  It was another
project I said I would do, but never quite got around to doing.  And, for
once, I was glad.  Because I now had a place through which I could see into
the room.

The hole was pretty large, almost 3" across, and was about waist high.  So,
getting down on my knees, it wasn't too hard to get my face up to the wall
and look through the hole into the room.  At first I didn't see anything
except part of the TV that was right by the opening and part of the sofa
that was in front of it.  But then, putting my other eye against the hole,
I was able to look toward the other end of the room and that's when I saw
them.

I saw my son Adam, who was 16, seated in the lounge chair facing my
direction.  His pants were around his ankles and he was sitting back with
his eyes closed.  Kneeling between his legs was my other son John, who had
just turned 13.  His face was buried in his brother's lap and his head
bobbed slowly up and down.  I had stumbled onto my son giving my other son
a blowjob!

I was utterly frozen and just knelt there staring, trying to understand
what I was seeing.  I had stopped breathing and my stomach twisted, but I
couldn't stop looking.  It was so strange to come upon this, the absolute
LAST thing I ever expected to see that I think the shock of it just held me
in place.  Then I heard a moan again and I was brought back to the moment.

Adam, as he let out this moan, had opened his eyes and was now looking down
at his brother's head bobbing up and down in his lap.  He reached out and
put his hand on the back of John's head and smiled a little.  I knew that
smile.  It was both mischievous and joyful.  He was really getting off.
John stopped and raised his head, saying something to Adam but I couldn't
hear it.  Adam smiled and nodded, then put his hand back on John's head and
back down he went, his head moving up and down even faster than before.
John was wearing his clothes, but his right arm was moving pretty fast,
telling me he probably had taken his dick out of his jeans and was jerking
off while he sucked his brother.

As I knelt looking through the hole, a series of emotions ran through me,
shock being the strongest.  But even as I tried to think about what I was
seeing and try to understand how this was happening right here and now, I
also realized part of me was getting aroused.

Now, I'm a happily married man and I consider myself more or less
heterosexual.  But I also, on occasion, have enjoyed fooling around with
other guys.  I guess I like to consider myself a fully sexual person and
that includes being open to experiences with guys and, while I love my wife
and we have a great sex life, the truth is, sometimes I like having a dick
in my mouth, or putting my dick up some guy's ass or having a guy put his
dick up mine.  Limiting myself to one gender is just that: limiting.

So, as I looked at Adam getting a blow job, there was a part of me that
thought, "Oh yeah, I know how good THAT feels."  I always thought guys were
better at giving head than women would ever be.  But at the same time, I
had to remind myself that it was my other son, John, who was doing it!  I
was really conflicted, simultaneously feeling like I should put a stop to
what they were doing and I should continue watching.  The latter impulse
won out and as I looked through that hole, I began to squeeze my growing
dick.

As I watched John's head go up and down, I could tell from Adam's face that
he was really enjoying himself.  And maybe it was that look on his face
that got to me, but I realized that I was now rock hard.

Adam had opened his eyes and was now watching his brother suck his dick.
He had a look of pure enjoyment on his face, almost like he was about to
start laughing.  I found myself instinctively unzipping my zipper and
suddenly my cock was free and I was tugging on it madly!  It all seemed so
automatic, like I had no control over what I was doing.

Adam took his right hand and gripped his dick, forcing John to stop
sucking.  Adam's arm began to pump up and down, but I couldn't see his dick
because John's head was right in front of it.  As he pumped faster and
faster, Adam's hips began to thrust and he'd lift himself out of the lounge
chair, just a few inches.  When he did this, I could just make out the top
of his cock over John's head.  It seemed pretty big, but I could only see
the very top of his dick head.  As he sank back in the chair, continuing to
stroke his wet dick, his eyes closed again and he started making noise,
letting out short moans when he exhaled and sounding, for lack of a better
word, like he was whimpering.  Then, he would stop, his hand still holding
his dick up and John's head would suddenly dart forward and start moving
around.  He was obviously licking the shaft and head of his brother's dick.
This back and forth went on for a while, Adam stroking a bit, then stopping
while his brother either licked his dick or took it into his mouth.  Then,
lubricated again, Adam would pull it out and stroke it some more.  Watching
them do this had me utterly entranced!  I couldn't stop watching and I
certainly couldn't stop jerking my dick.  In fact, I'd already come very
close to shooting a couple times already and had to stop.  This was
something I wanted to really savor and remember for a long time.

Suddenly, Adam's stroking got even faster and he stood up.  His brother was
still kneeling in front of him, but since John was sitting on his heels,
Adam's crotch was higher than John's head, allowing me full view.  He was
still wearing a T-shirt and with his left hand, he pulled it up and over
his head, stopping his stroking for a second while he threw the shirt to
the floor.  Now, my son stood there, naked and erect.  It had been a while
since I'd seen my oldest son naked and he'd certainly hit puberty.  Not
only did he have a pretty dark bush around his dick, but he also had some
chest hair, something I'd never noticed before.  It was a small patch in
the center of his chest and he had some around his nipples too.  There was
also a line of hair that ran from his belly button down to his bush and
that led my eyes to his dick.  I realize that guys don't often see their
sons with erections, but there were certainly times when Adam would get up
in the morning or wake up from a nap and have a tent in his pants.  I
always thought it was "cute," in a way, remembering what it was like when I
was that age and how hard it was to control those hard-ons, but didn't
really give much thought to the size of his dick.  Now looking at him, I
was amazed at how big his dick was.  It seemed really thick in his hand and
while I couldn't guess at the length, it looked at least 7 inches.  His
hand stroked and pulled on his dick with an expertise that made me think
he's been playing with that dick for a while now.

As he stroked it, I realized he also had a nice pair of balls that hung
down beneath it.  They too seemed pretty large for his age and hung down,
very clearly outlined and separated, in a sparsely hairy sac.  As I took in
the view of my son jerking off, I too began to stroke more insistently,
realizing I was also getting close to coming.

Adam closed his eyes and tilted his head back a bit.  John was still on his
knees in front of Adam.  I could tell from his arm movement that he was
also jerking off.  But with his left hand, he reached up and enclosed
Adam's bouncing balls in his hand.

Something about that gesture must've been just right for Adam because he
started pumping even faster and made one loud shout as the first load of
cum shot out of his dick.  The first couple shots flew clear over his
brother's head and landed some distance away, but as he continued to shoot,
he tilted his dick up so it didn't shoot out so far.  John had, in the
meantime, tilted his head up and seemed eager to get some of his brother's
cum on his face or his lips.  As Adam's breathing eased up and he seemed to
relax, John's arm began to move more frantically and suddenly he came up
fully on his knees, looked down and put his left hand in front of himself.
I could hear him moaning now too.  A few more seconds and he also let out a
shout followed by a couple high-pitched grunts as he came into his left
hand.  As this happened, I couldn't take anymore and just lost it.  I had
wanted to be so quiet and watch them, but as the first shot of cum came out
of my dick, I involuntarily let out a yelp, making both boys jump and look
in my direction.  Lost in the moment, I couldn't do any more than continue
shooting, looking through the hole, until I was done.

I'm not sure who was more freaked out about being caught, them or me.
Quickly, Adam pulled up his pants and came over to the hole and got down to
look through it.  But just as quickly as he came over, I moved out of the
way so there was nothing to see when he put his face up to it.  I put my
dick back in my pants and tried to leave as quickly as I could.  But as I
got to the door leading to the stairs, the other door opened and there
stood John, his softening dick still sticking out of his fly, looking at
me.  He looked at my face, then my crotch and then my knees.  I followed
his eyes down and saw that I had actually come onto my jeans and there were
gobs of semen on both my knees!  Suddenly, Adam came into the doorway
saying, "Who is it?" and stopped when he saw me.

"Hey, Guys!" was all I could say.  We'd all been busted.