Date: Fri, 15 Jun 2012 11:11:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tony Williams <tonywill9999@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Dad's Watching Me

My Dad's Watching me.

I don't fucking believe it!  My dad likes little boys!  Well, maybe not so
little, as most of the pictures I'm sneaking a look at on his computer have
"over 18" disclaimers, but a lot of them don't look much older than I do.
Tomorrow is my fourteenth birthday.  He won't be home for an hour or so and
I've sneaked into his room, hoping to get into his lap-top, and today I've
finally lucked out.  He's forgotten to log off and all I had to do was hit
the space bar and his home page came right up, no password required.  Dad
has placed parental controls on my own lap-top, so I can't surf porn, but
now, in his bedroom, I can do what the fuck I like on his, look at dirty
pictures and videos and stuff, but first, I want to know what my Dad's been
looking at.  I have to say I'm a bit shocked.  I've kinda suspected he's
gay, or at least bi, for a while, but now I'm sure of it.  Checking his
internet history is an eye-opener.  All the recent websites he's looked at
have names like "Gay Young Twinks" or "Sexy Young Boys" and feature
teenagers doing all sorts of fucking and sucking, wanking and cuming, all
with gay abandon, if you'll pardon the pun.

     I'm shocked, yes a little, but then again, not altogether surprised.
I saw the way he kept looking at my classmate, Brian, when his dad invited
us over for a barbecue last week.  Now that I think about it, Dad was
practically drooling.  And sometimes he stares at me when I hang out in my
underwear, which is most of the time in summer, and exactly what I'm
wearing now, my tighty whities.  It feels kinda weird, my dad being a boy
lover, but I have to confess I like boys myself.  I've never kissed a girl,
or a boy for that matter, at least not yet, but I have wanked several of my
classmates off in a stall in the bathroom at school and I loved doing it,
loved the feel of a cock getting hard in my hand and the thrill of making a
friend shoot his load of cum.  It gives me a sense of power.

     I log off the internet and click on "videos" and once again I hit
paydirt, but this is much better stuff than the posed pics I'd just
enjoyed.  The first file I open is a short movie of less than a minute, and
shows a closeup of the face of a boy who looks to be about my age, his
mouth wide open, and his hand round a huge cock which is poised just above
his face.  For half a minute he strokes away as he looks at it adoringly,
murmuring, "Cum for me, please, cum on my face."  The cock jerks as the
first streak of cum shoots out, landing on the boy's forehead and across
the bridge of his nose and on his cheek.  The boy quickly adjusts his aim
and the second squirt goes straight into his mouth.  Several more land on
his face and then he squeezes the shaft and slides his hand to the end,
milking the last drop, which hangs on a thread from the end of the dick and
finally lands on his tongue.  He licks his lips, swallows and then
whispers, "Thank you, thank you so much, that was marvelous!"  The huge
smile on his face tells me how much he's enjoyed it.  My own cock's rock
hard as I watch it, and I play it through again, my hand down the front of
my briefs, which are not actually all that tight, loose enough to contain a
stiff cock and a hand.  I open another video file which shows another
youngster being vigorously fucked up the arse by an older man, and
obviously enjoying it, the boy's stiff dick bouncing up and down as the man
thrusts his cock home.  There are several more videos of a similar nature,
all with boys happily performing the most lewd acts for the camera.  I stop
stroking my cock and decide I can download these videos on to a thumb drive
and wank off to them later in the privacy of my own room.

     I go back to dad's start page and notice an unusual icon with the name
"Second Sight".  I click on it and a picture appears on the screen of the
interior of a room.  Immediately I recognise it as my own bedroom.  I can
see the end of my bed, and the door.  Why would my dad have a picture of my
room, I wonder, and then it occurs to me that it's a live pic.  I go into
my room and look at my lap-top with its built-in camera and mic, sitting
open on my desk.  That must be where the view of my room is originating.
The "Second Sight" program has hacked into it and sends the picture to
Dad's room.  I place a chair at the foot of the bed, and put some music on
my radio. Back in Dad's room, the chair appears on screen and I can hear
the music.  Yes, it is a live picture, complete with sound.  Fuck me, my
Dad's been spying on me!  That wouldn't be a problem, but I'm in the habit
of standing at the foot of my bed in front of the mirror and wanking off
before I go to bed, and on weekend mornings.  My fucking Dad's been
watching!  The dirty old pervert!  I feel a sense of outrage.  I'm also in
the habit of talking to myself when I think I'm alone.  What have I said?
Nothing incriminating, I don't think.  I cast my mind back, wondering for
how long he's been watching me.  He's never said anything and I don't think
I need to feel guilty, he's the guilty party here and after all, all boys
wank.  All men wank, actually; probably my dad wanks, too. In fact, I now
know he must wank.  How could he not, looking at those videos.  My outrage
evaporates as I picture my father looking at his computer, stroking his
cock and shooting a load of cum.  I've never thought about him in that way
before.  Does he wank while he's watching me?  I know I should fell
ashamed, but instead I find that in a strange way, it's kind of exciting.

     I'm ahead of the game.  He thinks I don't know what he's been up to,
so in a sense, I have the upper hand.  Anyway, a couple of years ago, when
we had that Dad-son talk about sex, he told me that masturbation was
perfectly normal and I should never feel bad about doing it.  Well, I
don't, not now, not after learning your secrets, Dad.  Oh, I think, you
dirty old dog, always hanging out in your pink silk boxers, looking at me
in my white briefs and drooling over my friend Brian.  I laugh to myself,
go into my room, come back with a thumb drive and download the videos for
future use.

     But what should I do now?  Should I stop wanking off in front of the
mirror.  If I stop abruptly he might suspect I'm on to him, so perhaps I'd
better continue.  It's not going to be the same, knowing my dad's watching
me, but hey, it's no big deal.  In fact, the thought of it sends a little
shiver down my spine and my now soft cock begins to stiffen again.  I could
put a show on for him, fuck with his head, get him all turned on.  If he
ever finds out I'm doing it deliberately, what can he do?  Call the cops?
I don't think so.

     I hear his car in the driveway so I push my cock down into its normal
position and go downstairs.  Dad drops his brief case in the hall and comes
into the kitchen.

     "Hi, Dad, can I fix you a beer?"

     "You bet, it's fucking hot out there."  His shirt is damp with sweat.
I get a can of beer from the fridge as Dad goes into the utility room,
peels off his shirt, pants and socks.  He does this every day when he comes
home.  He stuffs them into the laundry hamper and comes back into the
kitchen, dressed in his signature bright pink silk boxers.  "That's
better," he says.  "Who needs pants in this weather."  I look at him with
fresh eyes.  For a guy in his early thirties, he's pretty good looking,
blond hair falling over his eyes, his body muscled without being too bulky,
a smooth chest and a light fuzz on his legs.  I guess to a gay guy, he'd
look pretty hot, especially dressed as he is.

     "Dad, can you buy me some silk underpants like yours?  I think they're
pretty cool."

     "You've got boxers of your own.  You sleep in 'em, don't you?"  I do,
boxers are more comfortable in bed.

     "Yeah, but they're those ugly plaid cotton ones.  Silk would feel
nicer."

     "True, they have that nice, smooth feel."  He runs his hands over his
hips.  I reach out, emboldened by the secrets I've just learned and run my
hand over his bum.  "They do.  I think they'd look good on me."

     Then, to my surprise, he says, "Wanna try these on, see what you look
like?"

     "Sure," I say, trying to keep the eagerness out of my voice.  He's
gonna watch while I take my briefs down and put his underpants on.  Of
course, he sees me dressing and undressing all the time and I've never
thought much about it but now the anticipation of stripping in front of him
sends a thrill through me.  I see him watching intently as I slide my
tighty-whities down and step out of them and I can feel my cock getting
hard.

     "Wow," he says, "You're growing up fast.  Quite a nice dick you have
there."  I give him a grateful smile as I watch him slide his boxers down,
revealing his big floppy dick.  Even in it's soft state it's impressive.
I've often seen it before, and several times he had a hard-on, and it's a
respectable size.  He hands me his boxers and I step into them and pull
them up my legs.  I love the sexy feel of the silk sliding over my skin.
"Mmm," he says, looking at me appreciatively, "they do look good on you,
though a bit on the big side.  These are 'medium' and you should have the
small size."

     "They can be my birthday present tomorrow," I say.

     "Shit, sorry, son, I'd forgotten about that.  Okay, I'll buy a couple
of pairs for you, problem solved, I'll pick 'em up tomorrow.  What colour
would you like."

     "Pink, like yours."

     "Not too gay for you?"

     "Nothing wrong with gay," I say, with a grin and he smiles at me.

     "Seeing as you'll be fourteen tomorrow and all grown up, I'm gonna
take the parental controls off your computer."  He grins.  "Now you can
surf porn."

     "Gee, thanks, Dad."

     "What're you gonna watch?" he asks.  I'm not about to tell him that
I'll be looking at exactly the same stuff that he looks at, men and boys
with big juicy cocks, blow jobs and bum fucks, facials and wanks and all
the other gay stuff I can find.

     "That's classified," I say with a grin, take his boxers off again and
hand them to him.  He takes a pull of his beer, allowing me to get a good
look at his cock again before he puts the underpants back on.  I decide he
has a nice cock, better and much bigger than the cocks I've wanked off at
school.  I pull my own briefs back on before my cock gets too noticably
hard and head upstairs to my room.  I'd like to have a wank, right there
and then, but I need to think carefully about just exactly what I'm gonna
do.  After all, I now have an audience, a public to perform to, whose needs
must be carefully considered.

     "Dinner in thirty minutes," he calls as I mount the stairs.  Just as I
reach the top, I have a brilliant idea.  Oh, shit, this is gonna be
priceless!  In my room, I text my buddy Brian and tell him to Skype me.  He
isn't one of the boys I've wanked off, but I'd really like to get my hands
on his cock.  It's almost like I have a crush on him and often think about
him when I'm wanking.  Seconds later I'm looking at his face on my laptop.

     "Are you naked?" he asks, his eyebrows up.

     "Not quite," I say and stand up so he can see my white briefs.  "Your
gonna find this hard to believe, but moments ago I was wearing pink silk
boxers."

     "I didn't know you wore those."

     "I normally don't."  I sit down again.  "They were my Dad's.  He
wanted to see what I look like in them, so he can buy me some tomorrow."

     "How did you look?"

     "Fuckin' gorgeous!"

     He laughs.  "Says who?"

     "My Dad.  What are you wearing?"

     "Pants," he says.

     "I mean underneath."

     "Trunks.  Turquoise trunks."

     "Can I see?"

     "If you insist."  He stands up and drops his pants and lifts his tee
shirt up above his waist so I can see his underpants.  My cock is getting
stiff.

     "I like that colour.  I like the white trim.  They're cool."

     "So, what's up, why the sudden interest in underwear?"

     I tell him about my discovery, how my dad likes pics of little boys
and how I sneaked a look at his videos, describing in detail the cum shot,
the arse fuck and all the other stuff and then I tell him about how Dad's
been spying on me in my room through my own computer cam.

     "Holy shit!" he says.  "Your Dad's a fuckin' pervert!"

     "He must have been watching me wank in front of the mirror."

     He laughs.  "You wank in front of the mirror?"

     "Most nights.  I look fucking gorgeous, remember?  Don't you?

     "Look gorgeous?  Of course I do."  He hesitates and says, "But yeah,
once in a while I do the mirror thing.  So, whatcha gonna do, about your
Dad, I mean?"

     "I've had a great idea but first of all, how would you like to do a
sleep over?"

     "Shit, I can't.  But tomorrow's okay.  It's Friday and we can sleep in
on Saturday morning.  I'll clear it with my parents.  Will your Dad be okay
about it?"

     I chuckle.  "He'll be no problem, don't you worry.  Now I wanna ask
you a favour."

     "Go ahead."  I tell Brian about my plan.

     At first he's incredulous, clearly reluctant to play along with my
outrageous scheme.  Then he thinks for a while, appearing hesitant, then
amused and finally he says, "Hell, why not?  Let's go for it.  It'll be a
blast."

     It will, I know it will.



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     Dad's cooked dinner and now we're washing up, still in our underwear.
"Remember my friend Brian, where we had the barbecue last week."

     "Sure I do, nice kid."

     "Can he sleep over tomorrow night.  It's not a school night."

     My dad perks up.  "Sure he can.  I like him, he's kinda cute."  Cute
doesn't even begin to describe Brian.  He's a little taller than I am and
heavier but still slender, and one time we were taking a short cut through
the cemetery and stopped for a piss.  I took a long look at his cock which
is bigger than mine.  He caught me looking but didn't seem to mind.  I
wanted to touch it, but I didn't dare, in case he got all straight on me.
But now it's going to be different.

     "Great, thanks, Dad.  I'm going up to my room to do my homework."  In
my room, I take out a new singlet from my underwear drawer and put it on.
It's not had a chance to shrink in the wash, and I pull it down outside my
briefs over my hips.  It reaches to my thighs.  I stand at the foot of my
bed, right in the centre of my computer's camera field and look at myself
in the mirror.  If I've guessed right, ny now Dad will be watching me.

     "I wish you could see me now, Brian," I say to the mirror quietly, but
loud enough for the mic to pick it up.  "Don't you think I look sexy."  I
pretend that Brian's watching me.  I run my hands over my hips.  "Imagine
this is a dress and I'm a little girl.  Would you kiss me?  I'd kiss you
back.  I bet you'd like to lift my dress and look at my knickers."  I lift
the front of the singlet and display my briefs.  My cock is hard inside
them and the camera looking at my profile will be able to see that.  "Would
you like to see my tits, Brian," I say to my imaginary audience, knowing
that a real audience is probably riveted to his screen.  I lift the singlet
all the way up and show off my nipples.  I pinch them with my other hand
and small as they are, they get hard.  "But I think you like me better as a
boy, don't you?  You like how sexy I look, just as sexy as you looked
earlier on Skype in your turquoise trunks.  When you come over I want to
try those on and show off for you.  Will you let me see your cock again?
Last time I saw it I got all excited.  It's bigger than mine, look."  I
slide my briefs down to mid-thigh and my hard cock points right at the
mirror, a drop of precum on the end.  I thumb it off and taste it.  "But
it's not as big as my Dad's.  Sometimes I see him with a hard on and it's
fuckin' awesome."  I lick my lips.  "Tomorrow, will you let me suck your
cock, Brian, please?  I'll let you cum in my mouth."  I am so turned on by
my own act and by the fact that Dad is probably watching it all, that I can
feel my orgasm building up and I push my briefs farther down until they
fall.  I stroke my cock, trying hopelessly to make it last, but within
seconds, I shoot my load.  The first two blobs hit the mirror and most of
the rest falls on the carpet and the last drips from my hand.  I lick my
knuckles.  If Brian's cum tastes like this, I can't wait to have him cum in
my mouth.  Then I step out of my briefs and use them to wipe my cum off the
mirror and to clean the carpet.  It's beginning to look a bit grungy from
all the cum I've deposited there.  I put the briefs back on as I don't have
a problem with cum stains.  Then I shut the lid on my computer.  Show's
over, Dad.

     At least for the time being.



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     It's after school the next day and Brian and I swing by his house to
pick up some overnight things, toothbrush, clean underpants and stuff.  We
get home before my Dad and we have plenty of time to go up to my room and
look at his videos that I've downloaded.  Brian is blown away.

     "Holy shit, look at that cum shot," he says, "right in the kid's
mouth.  He looked like he enjoyed it though."  We watch the teenager being
fucked.  "That's gotta hurt," he says.

     "They say you've gotta stretch your arse first and use plenty of lube,
then it feels okay.  That kid doesn't seem to mind."

     "So, your Dad's gay, then?"

     "Not entirely, after all, he was married to my Mum, so he must be bi.
If he's totally gay, where did I come from?"

     "You cool with that?"

     "Having a bisexual Dad?  Sure, no problem.  He's a great Dad so he can
do what the fuck he wants."

     "As long as he stays out of jail."

     "I'm not gonna tell on him."

     We hear Dad's car arrive.  "Let's go downstairs," I say.

     "Just a minute, I've gotta lose this hard-on."

     Me, too, come to think of it.  After a minute we go downstairs in time
to greet Dad as he comes in.  He says hello and welcome Brian and all that
stuff and goes into the utility room and strips off, as usual.  "My dad
hates wearing pants indoors," I tell Brian, who looks at my Dad as he comes
back into the kitchen with his cock, although soft, making a significant
bulge in one leg of his pink boxers.

     "Happy birthday, son," he says, handing me a package.

     "Thanks, Dad."  We go into the living room where I sit on the couch
and tear open Dad's gift, to find two pairs of electric pink silk boxers,
just my size.  "Perfect," I say, holding a pair up for them to see.  "Hot
pink!  Just like yours, Dad."  The colour is intense.

     "When I do your laundry I don't ever want to see any skid-marks," he
says.

     "I can't help skid marks," I say.

     "Yes you can.  In the shower every morning, just push a soapy finger
up your bum.  Finger-fuck yourself.  It can feel quite nice.  That way,
even if you fart a lot, you won't get skidmarks."  Brian laughs.  " Now we
wanna see how you look in them, don't we, Brian?" says Dad, grinning.  "Try
them on, son."  I drop my pants and take off my shirt for good measure.
Then I slide my white briefs down, taking my sweet time, letting them both
get a good look at me, my cock beginning to stir.  I pull one of the pairs
of boxers on, snapping the waistband.

     "Dah-dah!" I sing, doing a pirouette.

     "Cool," says Brian.

     "Hot!" says Dad, emphatically, "a perfect fit.  They show off your bum
nicely."

     "You'd look good in these, Brian," I say.  "Try them on."  I hand him
the other pair and he unzips his pants showing a flash of turquoise.  They
drop to his ankles, revealing his tight fitting cotton trunks, the same
short leg style he wore last night.  I wonder if they're the same ones, or
does he have several pairs.  He too takes his shirt off and then removes
the trunks, and stands there, naked.  My gaze shifts between him and my
Dad, who's staring at Brian, his tongue practically hanging out.  Brian's
cock looks bigger than I remember it, or perhaps he's beginning to get
hard.  I have to resist reaching out and taking hold of it.  I hand him the
other pair of boxers and he pulls them on and my Dad lets out an
appreciative whistle.

     "Looks at us," he says.  "Three hot dudes in pink underpants.  If the
neighbours could see, they'd be wondering about us."  Brian starts to take
the boxers off, but I stop him.

     "Leave them on," I tell him and Dad gives me a grateful look.  "You
can give them back to me tomorrow."

     "Your turn to cook dinner," Dad says to me, and I pick up the
discarded clothing from the floor and place it all on the bottom step of
the stairs so that I'll remember to take them up later.

     I cook spaghetti and marinara sauce and not wanting to get red stains
on my new underpants, I wear an apron.  "Look at you," says Brian.  I know
what he's going to say, because I'd rehearsed him earlier.  "You'd make a
cute little girl, if you switched that apron for a dress."

     I smile.  "And a pair of knickers."

     "See-through knickers."

     Dad picks up on the theme.  "And a suspender belt and stockings," he
says, grinning."

     "And a bra," says Brian.

     I laugh.  "You wish.  You're a couple of perverts."

     "I don't know about Brian, but I'm a pervert," says Dad.  "There's
nothing wrong with wearing knickers.  Iused to try on your Mum's whenever
she was out of town.  Most guys have done that at one time or another, worn
their wife's or their sister's knickers."

     "How did you look in 'em?" asks Brian.

     "Fuckin' gorgeous," he says, grinning.  Brian and I exchange looks.
I'm trying to keep a smirk off my face.  We sit down to eat, the air
charged with unstated sexual tension, my cock semi hard under my apron.
Dad sits with his legs crossed, one arm across his lap.  I think he's
hiding a hard-on.  By the time we finish the meal things have become a
little more relaxed.  I take my apron off.  "Dad, I'll do the washing up
later.  We're gonna go up to my room and do some homework."  Now, there's a
new word for it - "homework"!

     I collect the clothes from the bottomof the stairs and we go up.  In
my room, I leave the door open a crack and listen for my Dad, and soon we
hear him coming up the stairs.  I close the door and whisper to Brian,
"Don't look at the camera or he'll know we're onto him."  I sit on the end
of my bed, knowing that my computer is perfectly positioned to see
everything that's about to happen.  "You know, my Dad's right," I say in a
normal voice.  "We look so fuckin' sexy wearing silk.  Come here."  Brian
steps in front of me, the camera pointing at us from one side.  I reach up
and run my hands down his hips, pulling him closer.  "I love that smooth,
sexy feel.  My God, Brian, you're getting a hard-on."  The surprise in my
voice is entirely faked.

     "You wanna see my dick?" he asks.

     "Just try to stop me."  I reach in the fly of his boxers and pull his
dick out.  It immediately becomes fully erect, an inch longer than mine,
but still not as big as my Dad's.  I grip the shaft and roll his foreskin
back.  The aroma of hot boy-cock fill the air, making my pulse race.  I
pull his skin back over the head and start slowly wanking him.

     "Shit, that feels fucking marvelous!" he says.  "Where did you learn
to do that?"  "I'm jut doing what I do to myself.  I love your cock.  It's
beautiful.  I wish mine was this big."

     He pulls away from me and sits down.  "Let's see how big it is."  I
stand up and face him and I think my heart is about to burst as he reaches
into my fly and takes hold of my cock.  I hadn't anticipated this.  We'd
just planned for me to give him a wank and let him cum on my face.
Secretly I'd intended to suck him off, but I hadn't told him that.  He
pulls my cock out and gazes at it.

     "It's small," I say.

     "No, it's perfect.  I like it.  Yours is the first cock I've ever
touched, other than my own.  Jesus!  It's as hard as an iron bar, you sexy
little tease."  He strokes my skin back and forth, leaning in close and
inhaling through his nose.  "It smells just like mine, all hot and juicy."
He's right, my glans is wet with precum.  "I never thought I'd like wanking
a bloke off, but this is great.  Are you gonna cum?"

     I pull away from him.  "Almost, but not yet.  I wanna make you cum,
Brian.  I've wanted to make you cum for ages now, ever since that time in
the cemetery when you showed me your cock."

     He laughs.  "That was no accident.  I intended you to see it.  I was
hoping that you'd give me a wank."

     "I wanted to, but I was too nervous."

     "Well, you can make up for it now," he says, standing up and pushing
me back down on to the bed, his cock two inches from my nose.  I take hold
of hit again and continue to stroke it, my other hand cupping his balls.
If Dad's watching this, it must be driving him crazy.  The idea is
unbelieveably thrilling, having an unseen audience watching me do all these
forbidden things with my sexy friend.  Then I say something that, if I've
guessed right, will send my Dad over the top.

     "Cum on my face.  Shoot your load all over my face, you gorgeous guy."

     "My pleasure, you little slut," he says, smiling.  The word "slut"
excites me even more.  I slide my bum off the bed and go on my knees
tilting my head back so that the end of his cock is just above my open
mouth, and speed up my strokes.  I hear him grunt and groan as his orgasm
builds and just as I feel his cock pulse, the first squirt of his cum lands
on my nose and cheek exactly as in Dad's video and I pull his cock
downwards so that the second and third blobs shoot into my mouth.  The
fourth lands on my upper lip and the fifth on my chin.  I stop stroking for
a second, staying there with my cum filled mouth still open, my hand still
on his shaft, then use his dick to spread the cum all over my face, pushing
as much as I can into my mouth.  I turn and look past the camera as though
accidentally, my mouth still open, cum dripping out over my bottom lip,
then I swallow it all.  I turn my head back and open my mouth again just in
time to catch the last drop that I've milked from his gorgeous dick.

     "Mmmm," I say, "You're cum tastes marvelous."  Then I put his still
hard dick back in my mouth and clean him up with my tongue.  Then he pulls
out and flops on the bed beside me.

     "Holy shit!  I've never cum that hard before.  I thought my dick was
gonna explode!  I wish we'd done this months ago."

     "Years ago.  I've been wanking for three years now."

     "Me, too.  We gotta do this again.  Soon."

     "Sure, when we go to bed, later."  He grins.

     "You didn't cum," he says, consolingly.

     "Not yet."  He lies back and watches as I stand up in front of the
mirror and drop my boxers.  I find his turquoise trunks in the pile of
clothes and pull them on over my hard cock.  If anything, they're sexier
than my own briefs, and the feel of my cock nestling where his has been is
thrilling.  I know that from now on I'm going to wear his underpants every
chance I get.  I slide them down to mid thigh again and start to wank,
thrusting my hips forward lewdly.  Oh, Dad, I think, I hope you're enjoying
this.  I'm sure you liked watching me suck my friend's cock.  I wonder what
it'd be like to suck my Dad's and if he'd like to suck mine.  The thought
sends me over the top and a few seconds I shoot my load, and this time
almost all of it goes on to the mirror.  I take Brians trunks off and clean
the mirror with them, then throw them to Brian.  He holds them up and looks
at my cum stains.

     "I think I'll keep your pink ones on for the moment," he says as I
pull my own pink boxers on.

     "You got something against cum stains?" I ask.

     "It's not that.  I just think I look pretty in pink."  For a guy who's
just felt his first cock, he's sounding pretty gay.

     "Now, let's do our other homework," I say, turning to smile at my
computer, then closing the lid.



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     It's later and it's grown cooler, so back down in the living room,
Brian and I have our pants and shirts back on and Dad has donned a sweat
shirt, though he's still without pants.  The dishes are washed and we watch
television, but my mind is elsewhere, dreaming about all the things that
Brian and I might do in the days to come.  Around ten o'clock I suggest we
get an early night, so we say goodnight to Dad and go back upstairs.  We
stop in the bathroom for long enough to clean our teeth and take a piss.
As we stand side by side, peeing in the bowl, I say to Brian, "Have you
ever thought about watersports?"

     "You mean golden showers?  Not really.  Why?"

     "I've been looking at stuff on the internet, guys and girls getting
peed on.  They seem to enjoy it.  I'd let you pee on me if you wanted to."

     "I don't know," he says, dubiously.

     "You need time to think about it.  No pressure."  We shake the drops
off the end of our dicks, tuck them back into our pants and go into my
bedroom.  We wait for a few minutes to give Dad time to get to his computer
and then I lovingly undress Brian, unzipping his pants and letting them
fall, pulling his shirt over his head, then kneeling down in front of him,
pressing my cheek to the front of his boxers, his cock rock hard inside.
"You are so fuckin' sexy, Brian," I say.  "Just looking at you in these
underpants is driving me crazy.  I wanna suck you off again and taste that
delicious cum of yours."  I pull his dick out of the fly and lick the tiny
drop of pee from its tip.

     "What does cum taste like?" he asks.

     I look up at him.  "Slightly bitter and a bit salty, not at all
unpleasant, but the real thrill is just letting it happen, letting a guy do
what he wants to you, driving him crazy and making him cum."

     "Stand up," he says.  "I wanna take your pants off."  He pulls my
zipper down, and spreads the fly of my pants.  "I can see why your Dad
likes hot-pink," he says.  "It screams 'gay'.  I guess I'm getting that
way, at least as far as you're concerned."  He pushes my pants down and
lifts my shirt over my head, and tweaks my nipples with his fingers and
thumbs.  He looks down at my body as I step out of my pants, then back up
and gazes into my eyes.  "I must be out of my mind.  If you'd said to me
last week that I'd want to suck a guy's cock I'd have said you were crazy,
but I wanna suck yours now.  If I'm gay, then I'm gay.  I don't care.  I
could really fall for you."  All this is unrehearsed, apparently coming
straight from the heart and my pulse begins to race.  He sits down on the
bed and runs his hands up the outside of my thighs, up inside my underpants
and over my hips and on to my bum cheeks.  My cock pokes out of my fly, wet
with precum and he touches the tip with the end of his tongue.  "Tastes
okay to me," he says, and takes the end of my dick in his mouth.  Briefly I
can feel his teeth, but then he opens his jaw wider and starts to bob his
head back and forth, masturbating me with his lips, one hand on my shaft,
the other fingering my bum.

     I decide to give Dad a soundbite.  "Suck my cock, Brian!" I call, a
little louder than necessary.  "Suck my fuckin' dick, you fuckin' slut!"
Brian gives a little appreciative hum.  "Let me cum in your mouth."  He
nods his head up and down, signalling a definite 'yes'.  "I'm gonna shoot
my load down your throat, faggot!" I say, though I'm grinning.  "And you're
gonna swallow it, aren't you?"  He nods again, and his tongue now starts to
do wonderful things to the head of my cock.  Then he takes my cock from his
mouth and looks up at me.  "Cum for me, you darling boy.  Cum in my mouth
or on my face, I don't care which."  His hand vigourously strokes me, my
foreskin sliding back and forth over the wet head of my dick, his mouth
wide open, and I think about Dad seeing all this.  I think about him
wanking his own big dick as he looks at his screen, watching his own son
being sucked off by another fourteen year old boy.  I can't last any longer
and I feel my cum rushing down my dick in pulses, shooting on to Brian's
face and into his mouth.  He closes his mouth in order to swallow and
another shot lands on his nose and cheek.  He opens his mouth again to get
the last drop from me, then takes his hand from my dick and smiles up at
me.

     "I see what you mean.  The taste isn't bad at all, but the best bit is
knowing I've made you cum."  He puts my dick back in his mouth as it starts
to soften and licks me clean.  "Yummy!  I could do this again."

     "My turn next," I say.  "I'll suck you off in the morning.  I'm gonna
set the alarm.  Eight o'clock okay?"  This is for my Dad's benefit, so he
can tune in.

     "Fine, but then I'll have to go.  My own Dad's got chores for me to
do."

     We climb into bed, me feeling utterly satisfied and Brian still with a
raging hard-on.

     "Don't have a wank," I say to him.  "Save it for me."  I put the light
out and lie there in the dark, looking at the little red power-on light on
my laptop.  Brian curls his body round mine. his cock between the cheeks of
my bum.  It feels good and it's gonna feel nicer in a while when I get
randy again.

     Oh, Dad, I think, how did you like the show?



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     The alarm wakes me.  I have a rock hard boner and I need to pee like a
fucking racehorse.  Brain wakes too with the same problem, and we both go
into the bathroom, talking and laughing so that Dad can hear us and know
where we are.  I don't bother to lock the door.  Perhaps he'll come in and
catch us doing something naughty.  I don't care, in fact I hope he does.
"Let's pee in the shower," I say, my excitment mounting and we pull each
others boxers off and put them on the counter beside the wash basin.  In
the shower, I take hold of Brians cock and point it at my own.  "Pee on my
dick."

     "You sure?"

     "Yeah.  Pee on me.  I wanna know what it feels like."  For a few
seconds, nothing happens, then a stream of piss hits my cock.  It feels hot
as it runs down my legs.  I drop to my knees and let his piss hit my chest,
then I direct it up so that its landing on my face.  The thought of being
abused in this way, allowing it to happen, to let Brian do anything he
wants to me no matter how humiliating, is almost sending me over the top.
I close my eyes and as his piss lessens to a trickle, I open my mouth and
some goes in.  The taste is a bit acrid, but I could get used to it..
Finally he's empty and I stand up.  "Can I pee on you?" I ask him.

     He hesitates.  "What if your Dad comes in?"

     "I don't care.  Let him see.  Think about what he's seen already."

     "Okay, but I'm not gonna drink it."  I pee on his cock and stomach and
then spin him round and put my cock between his buttocks and press it
against his bum hole.  My pee runs down his legs and the smell of it is
getting me worked up.  When I'm empty he turns back to face me.  "It's
gonna take a bit of getting used to, but I kinda liked it, especially the
last bit."  I turn on the water and rinse up both off, then grab the soap
and start to lather him all over, paying special attention to his cock and
balls and then I put the tip of my finger on his hole and look at him
enquiringly.

     "Do it," he says.  "Finger fuck me like your Dad said."  I push my
finger in and out and he seems to enjoy it.  I take my finger out.  "Put it
back in," he says, and I obey, thrusting into him as deep as I can.  "Okay,
enough, now it's my turn," he says, taking the soap and doing to me exactly
what I'd done to him.  His finger pushed up my bum feels marvelous.

     "Try two fingers."  His second finger goes in quite easily.  "I'm
pretending it's a dick," I say.  "Try another finger."  He pushes but it
won't go in easily, so he gives up.  "One day, that'll be your dick," I
say.  "I'll let you fuck me up the arse, Brian, once I've got myself
stretched nice and loose for you."

     "I can hardly wait."

     "But first, that blow job I promised you last night."  I drop to my
knees and suck him off, letting him shoot his entire load directly into my
mouth and then I lick him clean.  The whole thing takes less than two
minutes.  No sooner have I finished, wiping the last drop of cum from my
lower lip with my fingers and sucking it, than the door opens and my Dad
comes in.

     "Sorry, Guys," he says and Brian immediately turns his back so that
Dad can't see his still stiff dick.  "I thought the bathroom was empty."
Yeah, I think to myself, and I'm the King of China.  I stand there, my
hard-on clearly visible through the glass door of the shower.  Dad takes a
long hard look.  "I see you're showering together.  Good idea, saves
water."  He pulls his cock which is about half hard from his boxers and
pees into the toilet, still looking at us as we rinse the last of the suds
from ourselves.  Then he shakes the drops off his dick, taking perhaps a
little longer then necessary, pulls his pink boxers off and lays them on
the counter beside ours.  He steps over to the shower, opens the door and
moves to one side to let us exit.  As we step out, he looks down at our
dicks, mine rigid, Brian's now almost soft.  He smiles at me.  "Put the
coffee on," he says and shuts the shower door behind him.  Brian and I
towel off and I sneak a few looks at my Dad.  His cock is now fully hard
and I watch him soap his body, then his cock and balls, taking his sweet
time, and then as he reaches between his legs and pushes his middle finger
up his bum.  He gives me a final smile, then turns his back to me.  Brian
and I pick up our underpants and go back into my bedroom.

     "I bet he's having a wank," says Brian.  "Can I keep the pink boxers?
I'll let you have them back the next time we meet."

     "Sure," I say.  "I'm gonna wear your turquoise trunks, cum stains and
all.  I wish they were your cum stains, though."  He laughs and he gets
dressed and we go downstairs, me still without pants on.  Brian stays for
long enough to eat a bowl of cereal, drink some juice, and then he's off
out the door, and soon my Dad comes downstairs in his boxers, as expected.
His hard-on has disappeared.

     "So Brian's gone then?  How come you're not wearing your new
underpants?"

     "One pair's in the wash and Brian wanted to borrow the other pair."

     "So he likes them?"

     "Oh, yeah, he likes them!"  Dad looks at me.  He can't but help see
the cum stain on the front of my trunks.  The colour shows off stains much
better than if they were white.  I don't care.  I've reached the stage
where I don't care about what my Dad sees or knows.  I'm an open book.  I
make coffee and cook him breakfast and we sit and eat.

     "So, how did Brian enjoy his sleep over?" he asks.

     I look into his eyes and smile.  "He had a wonderful time.  He enjoyed
it imensely."

     "He's a great kid."

     "Do you think I'm as good looking as him, Dad?"

     "He's a hunk, a real hot dude, but you're much handsomer, son.  No one
looks quite as good as you."

     "Except you, Dad."  I warm glow engulfs me.  Am I blushing?  "You're
the best looking guy in the world."  After this unusual exchange of
endearments, we put our dishes in the sink and go into the hallway.  Dad
opens the front door and goes out to get the newspaper which is lying at
the bottom of the driveway and I watch him.  If the neighbours look out of
their windows, they'll see him in his underpants.  For once, his cock is
not stiff.  He bends down to pick up the paper as I look from the doorway,
not exactly overdressed myself.  The end of his cock appears out of the leg
of his boxers and as he straightens up, the edge of the leg catches on his
cock, exposing about two inches of it.  He has to be aware of it, but he
ignores it and walks back inside.  "You're showing off your cock, Dad," I
tell him and he looks down at it.

     "So I am," he says with mock surprise.  "I bet the curtains are
twitching all the way down the street."  I laugh and he tucks his dick in,
sits down on the couch and opens the paper.  I lie down on the couch with
my head on his thigh.

     "Do you love me, Dad?"  He lays the paper aside and looks down at me.

     "Of course I do.  More than anything."

     I come to a decision.  I'm gonna tell him everything.

     "And I love you."

     "You're very affectionate this morning.  What's up?"

     "I have a confession to make."

     "You're pregnant?"  I laugh.

     "You're gonna tell me you're gay?"  He's grinning.

     "Would you care?"

     "If you're gay, son, then I'm pround of you.  I'm not entirely
straight myself."

     "I know."  His eyebrows go up.

     "You know?  How do you know?"

     I take the plunge.  "On Thursday, before you came home, I was in your
room.  You'd left your computer on 'standby' and I got into it.  You're not
mad at me, are you?"

     "Well, you shouldn't do that, but I don't mind so much, now that I'm
letting you surf porn.  Have you seen any good stuff, by the way?"

     "On your computer, yes, Dad.  I looked at your internet history."

     "Shit!  I always forget to delete it.  So I guess my secret's out.
You're not freaked out are you?"

     "No, I liked all those pictures of boys doing stuff.  But here's the
thing, and I don't want you to be angry.  I looked at your video files and
saw that facial cum video."

     His jaw drops.  "Sorry, son, that was a bit extreme, and no, I'm not
angry."

     "I thought it was hot, Dad.  I played it twice.  My cock was rock
hard."  It's starting to get hard now.  "I thought you'd be pissed at me."

     "We've got a lot to talk about, my boy."

     "I don't mind having a bisexual Dad, in fact I think it's cool, and I
don't care that you like young boys.  They're a lot sexier than old boys."

     He laughs.  "Thank you, son, for being so understanding.  Now I don't
have any secrets from you."

     "Well, there's one more thing.  I clicked on 'Second Sight' and saw my
room."

     "Oh, shit!" he says, "now I'm busted.  What can I say?  I'm so sorry
son, I'll delete that programme right away and you can have all the privacy
you want."

     I prop myself up on one elbow and look right into his eyes.

     "So, how did you enjoy the show last night?"

     Now it's his turn to feel guilty.  "Well, I . . ."  He doesn't quite
know what to say.

     "'Cos Brian and I had a blast putting it on for you."

     "So you knew all the time that I was watching?  Fuck me!  That show
was deliberate?"

     "We did.  We set you up.  I wanted to reproduce that facial cum shot
for you.  How good was it?"

     "Your computer cam was a little too far away, but I could see
everything clearly.  It was better than the original video because it was
live and it was you.  To be honest, I was a little jealous of Brian, the
lucky bastard."

     "I just wanted to make you happy.  Did you wank off?"  This is perhaps
pushing it a little, but it's confession time for both of us.

     "I did.  I shot a huge load all over my chest and boxers.  I've never
been so aroused in my life."

     "I wish I could have seen that.  How long have you been watching me?"

     "For about a month, now.  I know it was wrong of me.  Forgive me,
son."

     "There's nothing to forgive.  So there it is, Dad.  I'm gay."  I lie
my head back down on his thigh and press my cheek against his hard cock.
There's a wet spot of precum on his boxers. Confessing everything is not
just a huge relief, it's been exciting and my own cock is hard.

     "I'm proud of you, son.  Thank you for being so honest with me."

     "Likewise, and don't delete that spy programme.  You can watch me wank
off anytime you like.  I like being watched.  It's kinda thrilling.  Even
talking about it is exciting."

     "So I can see," he says, looking down at my cock which is tenting the
turquoise trunks.  "Is that a cum stain?"

     "Yes.

     "Whose?"

     "My own.  I wiped my mirror with these underpants."  He laughs.  "No
skid marks, though.  I did what you said and pushed a soapy finger up my
arse.  Actually it was Brian's finger, and two fingers to be honest.  It
felt good, being finger fucked."

      "And now you're wearing them, your friend's underpants.  I guess
you're more like me than I thought.  I like wearing other guy's underpants,
too.  I think we need to do something about that stiffy you've got inside
there."  To my delight, he places his hand on my stomach and slides it down
inside the front of my trunks and his fingers go round my cock.  I let out
a deep sigh.  "I'm gonna watch you cum again, but this time it'll be me
doing the wanking.  I've been wanting to do this for a couple of years."

     "You should have, Dad."

     "You wouldn't have said 'no'?"

     "I'd have let you do anything you like.  Just like now, I'm all
yours."  His hand on my cock is even better than Brian's mouth.  I rub my
cheek against the bulge in his boxers, then reach up and pull his cock out
of the fly.  It's just inches in front of my face.  "I love your cock, Dad.
I always have, it's fuckin' awesome.  I'm gonna wank you off."  Dad is
speechless, but clearly thrilled by my eagerness to commit such a lewd act
with him.  I lift my head and say, "Sit on my chest and let me wank you off
so that you cum on my face, just like Brian did."

     Dad is trembling with excitement, his pulse making his cock bob up and
down, the head all swollen with a drop of precum on the tip.  He pulls his
hand out from my underpants and slides out from underneath me, puts a
cushion under my head, then straddles my chest.  My arms are up above my
head, free, so that I can reach his cock.  I take hold of it as he reaches
back and fondles me through the turquoise cotton of Brians trunks.  I start
to stroke his cock, sliding his foreskin all the way back, then forwards
again in long, slow strokes.  "Cum for me, Dad, please!  Cum on my face.
Cum in my mouth if you want.  Do anything you want to me."  He's staring
down into my eyes, totally swept away in a tide of lust, and I think my
heart is going to burst with love for my sexy Dad.  "Come on, splatter me
with your cum!  Fuck my face!"  I lift my head enough to take the end of
his dick in my mouth.  It goes about half way in before it reaches the back
of my throat.  I want it to go in deeper, but it won't.  I masturbate him
with my lips, then pull back and hold his foreskin foreward as I slip my
tongue underneath it.  He shivers with delight.

     "Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" he groans and I take his cock out and hold it
above my open mouth.  His cock throbs as he cums, squirting a huge stream
of his thick creamy cum all over my face and into my mouth.  I'm
deliriously happy.  I continue stroking his cock, hoping for even more, but
only manage a single drop, which I lick off with my tongue.  His hand is
still caressing me through the turquoise cotton, and the taste of his cum
in my mouth is so fucking erotic that I cum inside the underpants, soaking
the whole of the front panel.

     "Thank you!  Thank you, Dad, That was fantastic!  I love your cum.
You can cum on me any time I like."  He takes his hand off my cock, brings
it to his face and licks the cum that managed to soak through.  He climbs
off me and stands looking down at me, at the blobs of cum all over my face,
then he looks over his shoulder at my underpants.

     "Now that's what I call a cum stain!"



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     Brian calls me after lunch.  "Can I come over?" he asks.

     "Absolutely.  My Dad can't wait to see you.  I've told him everything,
all about how we set him up and put on a show for him."

     "How did he react?"

     "He's cool.  He told me he's bi, not that I didn't know already and I
told him I was gay and, well, we kinda got into it and he came on my face."

     "What?  Your fuckin' Dad too, just like me?"

     "Exactly, except that he shot more cum, and he wanked me off."

     "I wish I'd been there to see that."

     "Get yourself over here and there's a good chance you can get in on
the action."

     Fifteen minutes later he rings the doorbell and I open the door.  He
looks down at his underpants that I'm still wearing.  "Is that your cum?"

     "Yeah, courtesy of my Dad's hand."

     "Any left for me?"

     "Plenty."  I call over my shoulder.  "Dad, Brian's here!"

      His voice comes from his bedroom.  "Come up here, guys."

     "Get your pants off first, Brian," I say, and he drops them and I take
his shirt off.  We go upstairs and Dad is lying on his bed, his laptop on
his knees and his huge dick poking up out of his boxers.

     "Hello, Brian," he says, "Excuse the hard on.  I've been looking at
last night's show.  I recorded it all.  I hope you don't mind."

     "I guess not," he says, staring at my Dad's dick.  We sit on the bed
on either side of him.

     "Terrific wanking material, boys, but don't worry, our secrets are
safe.  I'm not gonna post this on the internet."

     "I wouldn't mind if you did," I said, "I'd be proud to let the whole
world see me sucking Brian's dick."  My friend's dick is now rigid in his
boxers.

     Dad's eyebrow go up.  "He sucked mine this morning, Brian.  Did he
tell you?  And I made him cum in your underpants, as you can see."  Brian
grins.  "And I wouldn't mind making you cum too, you sexy little tease.  I
like sucking cock just as much as my son does, and I've been thinking about
sucking yours ever since that barbecue the other week."  He turns to me.
"You wouldn't mind if I sucked Brian's dick, would you?"

     "I'd love to watch that, it'd be a huge turn on."

     "But I've got a better idea.  Lie down on the bed, son, with your feet
at the top."  I do as I'm bid.  He pulls his boxers off, gets up on his
knees and pulls my cum stained trunks off, throwing them aside.  He
straddles my face and leans forward to take my cock in his mouth.  I can
smell the slightly sweaty odour of his body and the whiff of dried cum on
his dick from our earlier encounter.  Then he releases my cock for long
enough to say to Brian, "There's a tube on lube on the bedside table.  I
want you to fuck me up the arse while my son and I suck each other off.
There's nothing better than taking a cock at each end."

     After a few seconds, as I look up from between Dad's legs, I see
Brian's cock, still poking out from the boxers and shiny with lube, touch
my Dad's hole, and he grunts as he pushes it, first just the head, and with
another thrust, all the way home.

     "Oh, Fuck!  I'm in heaven," calls Dad.  "Fuck me, Brian, fuck me as
hard as you can!"  He lowers his mouth on to my dick again and gives me a
beautiful blow job as I take his cock in my own willing mouth and do the
same to him.  Brian is pounding away and Dad is grunting.  All I have to do
is lie there, as Brian's thrusts are pushing my Dad so that his cock is
going in and out of my mouth.  I'm in heaven, too, not just from feeling
beautifully abused by my Dad's cock, but thrilled by the touch of his mouth
and the sight of Brian's dick, which I love almost as much as I love my
Dad's, going in and out of Dad's love hole.  It's just inches away and I
don't know who I envy more, Brian or my Dad, who is probably having the
most fun, his senses being assaulted on three fronts, in his mouth, on his
cock and up his arse.  Perhaps later in the day, I can take his role and
let Brian fuck me.  I don't care if it hurts.  I'm right on the edge of
cumming when Brian lets out a loud grunt and cums inside Dad's arse, then
pulls out.  His dick is dripping with his own cum, but I don't want to take
it in my mouth, not until he showers.  Just as I feel Dad's cock begin to
pulse, my own orgasm explodes, and we cum at just about the same time.
Once again, I thrill to the sensation of his cum in my mouth, rejoicing in
my humiliation.  Brian moves away and Dad rolls off me, lying on his back
on the bed beside me, licking his lips.  "Oh, what a joy to be fucked and
sucked by fourteen year old boys.  Brian, I thank you from the heart of my
bottom.  You okay, son?"

     "That was fuckin' awesome.  What did Brian's cock feel like up your
arse?"

     "He filled me up beautifully.  You should try it.  You, too, Brian."

     "I can't wait," I say.



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     It's late evening and Brian has gone home.  I'm watching the recording
we made a little while earlier of the evenings events.  On my computer
screen, I'm in my bedroom naked on my knees in front of Brian who has his
cock buried in my mouth.  He's still wearing the pink boxers.  Dad kneels
behind me and places the tip of his cock against my hole.  I recall the
thrill of anticipation as his hand reaches round and takes hold of my cock.
Then he thrusts.  It hurt, not as much as I thought it would, but then once
the head was inside me, the pain susbsided and it felt unbelievably good.
His cock was buried up to the hilt, filling not just my colon, but the void
in my soul that had been longing to satisfy him, to serve him in any way he
wanted, to let him do any perverted sex act to me.  I watch as two iron
hard cocks penetrate me, one in my mouth, the other up my arse.  As I
watch, my cock poking out of the leg of Brian's cum-stained trunks, I'm so
aroused by the sight of myself being savagely abused, that without even
touching my cock, I cum, shooting even more semen on to his grungy
underpants.

     Of course, my computer cam catches all of this, watching me as I watch
my screen, and my face breaks out in a huge smile.

     I know my Dad is watching.



The End.



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