Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2016 22:22:31 -0400
From: derek guyson <drekguy08grad@gmail.com>
Subject: My Son's Boxer Shorts

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My Son's Boxer Shorts (Part One?)

It was 10 years ago now. Anyone that is a parent can tell you who quickly
life seems to speed up after children are introduced into your life. It
still seems like it was only a couple of years ago when I met the woman who
would become my wife, and her 2 year old son, Joshua. My entire life
changed when he came into my world, and my greatest role has been being his
father. Caren (my wife) had been in a relationship with Joshua's biological
father for nearly 8 years before she became pregnant. She defines the
relationship as "chaotic" due to his apparent alcoholism. His emotional
abuse toward her eventually became physical, so when Caren discovered that
she was pregnant she made the wise decision to leave him. She made efforts
to still allow her ex to have a rile in their son's life, until he died in
a drunk driving accident when Joshua was only 10 months old.
>
I met Caren when we started working for the same banking branch. As I said
earlier, Joshua was around 2 at the time, and although I wasn't looking for
anything serious, I quickly fell for Caren and 6 months later we were
moving in together. Having Joshua in my life was not something I felt very
secure about when Caren and I had first started dating, but the more time I
spent with him, the more I realized how much I enjoyed being a role model
and father figure to the boy. Nearly 12 years passed and our family was
doing very well in all respects. Caren and I had purchased a house when
Joshua was 6, and after we both received impressive promotions at work, we
had made a nice, stable life for ourselves and our son. Joshua was a well
developed boy emotionally, but a late bloomer in regards to physical
development. This did not interfere with his popularity among his peers.
Our house was usually crawling with 13 and 14 year old boys every weekend,
most of which were Josh's teammates in soccer. Josh fully embraced and
accepted me as his "Daddy", although it was around that time that he
started calling me "Dad" around his friends, as opposed to the more
childlike "Daddy". This change didn't bother me, as I remembered all too
well how important it was to appear older and more mature around your
friends at that age.
>
One weekend in particular, Caren was leaving to Boston to help launch a
new branch of the bank where we both worked. Josh had been hoping to have a
few of his buddies over for Saturday night, but without my wife to help
out, I told him he could have one friend over rather than the usual gaggle
of rambunctious, pubescent kids. Josh protested at first, but finally
agreed to the arrangement and invited his closest friend, Andrew to spend a
couple of nights with us. Caren hit the road early Friday morning before
sunrise, after a sweaty fuck-session. I was in the middle of reliving the
events in my half-awake, half-asleep, state when I realized that I was hard
again. I slid my left hand into my boxers briefs and started pulling away
at my rigid dick. I had gotten into a good rhythm when I heard the
slightest creak from the end of my bed. I cracked open one eye and saw
Joshua standing in my doorway. I sat up and tried to play it cool. "What's
up Bud?" I asked, noticing the his eyes were trained on my crotch. "I
j-just wanted to see if you were up yet so we could get Drew." He was
noticeably nervous. There was no doubt in my mind that he had caught me.
"I'll be out in just a few minutes." He lingered in the doorway before
taking my response as a dismissal. He slowly closed the door and I could
hear him walking down the hall quickly.
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I let out a long sigh. I couldn't believe that my son had caught me
beating off. I knew that he was well aware of what masturbation was,
because not only was he a 14 year old boy, but we had had "the talk" 3
years earlier. We discussed sex, jerking off, growth, hormones, the whole
deal. I had no doubt that he had started playing with his prick after that
conversation, if he hadn't been doing so already. With my hard on deflated
I crawled out of bed and hopped into the shower. While I was scrubbing up,
my mind drifted back to Caren's tight pussy, and before I knew it I was
hard again. I quickly started stroking, but then my thoughts went to Joshua
walking in on me. I tried to dismiss the thought, but I felt myself become
even harder with the realization that he had caught me, and I would almost
swear that I had seen his pajama pants beginning to tent in the crotch. I
found myself beating off harder than I had in years and blew my wad all
over the shower wall almost instantly. What the fuck was that all about?
Why was that so fucking hot?
>
The rest of the day went on like any other. Joshua and I picked up his
friend from across town and after we went to pizza for lunch we returned
home and the boys disappeared into Josh's room to play video games. I spent
a couple of hours on the laptop doing work, tracking accounts and sending
emails, before I realized it was time to start dinner. I prepared some sort
of chicken dish before heading up to grab the kids. When I got to Joshua's
bedroom door I was reaching for the handle when I heard Andrew say, "No
fucking way dude." I had not heard Josh or his friends talking that way
before so I paused and listened. "I swear," Joshua started, "I walked in
and he must've not heard me, because he was just laying there whacking it."
The little shit was telling his friend about catching me. I felt
embarrassed and was about to enter when Andrew said, "Did you see it? I bet
he's got a big dick." I felt my cock twitch in my pants. "No man, he was
under the sheet." Joshua almost sounded disappointed before Andrew came
back with, "Dude I'm getting hard now just thinking about it." There's no
way thus conversation was happening. I heard some shuffling around and then
I heard Andrew say, "Man that feels so fucking good."

   I don't know what compelled me to do it. Maybe it was curiosity, maybe
it was my rock hard dick. Whatever it was, the next thing I knew I was
swinging open the door to Joshua's room. "Dinner time guys." Joshua's hand
shot away from Andrew's lap. Neither of their pants were undone, but Andrew
quickly covered himself, which told me that he had some wood going on.
"Dad," Joshua jumped to his feet and tried desperately to act casual. "We
were just on our way down." It took every ounce of restraint I had to
appear unassuming. "Oh good, I made that chicken stir-fry you like so
much." I turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind me. "Do
you think he saw us?" Andrew asked in a whisper. "No way." Joshua replied,
but the confidence in his voice was lacking.

Later that night, I found myself obsessing over all of the exploration that
was likely happening just down the hall from me. It stirred up memories
that I had long forgotten involving my own father. When we had "the talk" I
asked him how to jerk off and to my excitement, he gave me a full, hands on
lesson. The memory made my cock throb and I grabbed hold of it, recalling
of thick and warm my dad's dick had felt in my small hand that day. I beat
off thinking about my dad and then of Joshua and Andrew. As I came I let
out a loud moan from the intensity. I first I hoped the boys hadn't heard
me, and then I thought, fuck it. The next morning when I was just waking
up, I heard a creak and muffled whispers from the end of my bed. I strained
to see, without allowing my eyes to visibly open. It was Joshua and Andrew
standing in my doorway. With full on morning wood, I decided to give them a
show and rolled over with my dick standing at full mast. I let out a yawn
and stretched for dramatic effect. My movement must have startled them,
because they both backed out of the room quickly and quietly closed the
door. I smiled to myself and rose for the day.

After breakfast the boys said they were going to head out for the pool
downtown. I was on edge with excitement, waiting for them to leave. My
dirty hands were waiting to scour Joshua's room for any signs of the events
that likely transpired the night before. As soon as the front door closed I
peaked out the window watching for them to leave the driveway before racing
upstairs to my son's room. The smell was intoxicating. Josh was a clean
kid, especially for his age, but he was still a boy, so every now and again
his room had a little bit of a funk to it. Now that there were two boys
occupying the space, the room smelled of sweat and mystique. His laptop was
still open, but there didn't appear to been anything of interest at first
glance. The room was slightly askew, but not trashed. I looked underneath
his mattress, dating myself in my attempt to find any pornography. Did boys
still use actual, physical forms of porn? After losing interest in my
search I decided to go log on for some porn myself. On my way out of the
room I grabbed the kids' piles of clothes figuring I may as well get some
laundry done in between dropping loads. As I made my way to the laundry
room I felt my fingers slip into wetness. I froze in place and looked down
at my fingers which were sitting in a wad of jizz. I could feel my cock
leaking pre-cum instantly. These were not Josh's clothes, they were
Andrew's. I dropped the clothing to the floor and started searching every
corner of the garments. There, in both boy's boxer shorts were the remains
of their fun night. I brought both pairs of shorts to my nose and inhaled.
I couldn't get over the intensity of these feelings. I had never thought of
my own son in this way, but now here I was on the floor, quickly pushing my
pants and shorts to my knees. I ran my fingers through both masses of cum
and with a trembling hand, I brought my fingers to my lips. My heart was
racing, my head was spinning, and suddenly the world came to a stop when I
slid my wet fingers into my mouth. I groaned with excitement and shoved
Andrew's shorts into my mouth, sucking on them furiously. Then I took
Joshua's shorts and wrapped them around my dick and pumped away, moaning
loudly and bucking wildly. In moments I was coming, filling my son's shorts
with even more cum. It was in that moment that I heard the front door close
and open downstairs.