Date: Mon, 5 Feb 2007 21:02:45 -0800 (PST)
From: Matt Wess <cow91387@yahoo.com>
Subject: Only Beautiful Men: Part 2

      I bet you would want to know why I was currently in a situation
where my dad was getting ready to take out his penis in front of me.
Just like that.  With no hesitations.  He zipped down his fly and inside
I could see his white briefs and the slight formation of his bulge.  He
started to fish around inside as if he had lost it, but in reality you
could never lose something that big.
      It started back in the sixth grade when I would get aroused by
men.  It did not matter what age, I was just attracted to them.  Well you
could imagine what it would be like to have a, what I consider to be hot,
twin brother living in the same house with you.  He was hot.  His name is
Jordan, and since the sixth grade I have been sneaking peeks of my twin
undressing, dressing, and laying out to get a tan.  You name it; I've
probably tried to catch him doing it.  For the most part, I was a failure
at it, except for today.  I caught him doing several things.  I saw him
dressing and undressing.  As if he wasn't beautiful enough with clothes
on, with his clothes off I saw every curve of his body, his hard abs for
an eighteen year old and his juicy teen penis.
      If you are like me, it would be hard to see this image and not
start stroking.  That's exactly what I did.  Right there in the hallway,
while looking into our room as Jordan stood in front of the body mirror,
completely and utterly naked.
      That's when my dad appeared behind me.  Usually I'd rather take a
bullet rather than have my parents discover what I was doing, especially
since it was pretty obvious that I had been watching Jordan.  But here's
the twist, earlier today I had discovered my dad stroking while watching
Jordan tan outside.
      Surprised?
      I sure as hell was.  I caught him, but now he caught me.  That's
how we ended up in this position.  To tell you the truth, I had mixed
feelings.  My father now had his beefy penis out in the open, and it was
hot, and I kind of wanted to touch it, but at the same time he was my
father.  That penis gave me life.  It was awkward, especially because
Jordan could come downstairs any moment and see us.  Normally, I would
worry about my mom, but she was away on a business trip.
      "I thought you said we needed to talk," I told me dad.  I met his
eyes and decided not to lower them.
      "We do." He replied.  "You and I have a lot more in common than I
thought.  Normally fathers and sons share their favorite sports, music,
and what not.  But this?  I bet that the two of us combined have great,
climaxing, stories about Jordan."
      I took a step back, feeling uncomfortable.  "No, I'm not sure what
you are talking about."
      Suddenly Jordan came bounding down the stairs.  My dad quickly
shoved his penis back into his pants, but never had a chance to zipper
them back up, but it was not very noticeable.  Unzipped by mistake,
right?
      Jordan stepped at the entrance to the room we were standing in.  He
was in his favorite white boxer briefs.  His package showing through.  In
my mind he wasn't wearing underwear.  I knew what he looked like
underneath.  "Dad, do you know if mom put my khaki pants in the dryer?"
He wanted to know.
      "Yeah, they should be in there son."
      Jordan didn't leave right after getting the answer.  He looked from
me, to my dad, and then back to me.  Sensing something, he continued to
ask, "Is everything okay?"
      My stomach gave a funny kind of lurch.  I lost my tongue, luckily
my dad was quick.  "Terrific, Kyle and I were just discussing about the
watering hose.  Your mother, before she left, wanted me to keep an eye on
her garden and sometimes it needs two people to get the hose to squirt."
      Satisfied with this answer, Jordan nodded slowly.  "Right, I
remember that.  You should just get a new hose or something."  He turned
and headed downstairs to the dryer.  I knew both my dad and I were
watching his butt in the tight underwear retreat away from us.
      Once he was out of earshot my dad whispered to me, "Still want to
deny the fact that you were checking him out?"  Then he left me there in
the room, zipping up his fly.

      Sometimes I hate when my morality dictates over my sexuality.
That's how I was feeling later that day while I lay in Jordan's bed,
wearing his underwear, the door locked and listening to Green Day.  My
penis was vertically erected and for some reason wearing Jordan's
underwear was a big turn on for me, but I really couldn't focus enough to
start stroking it.  I would just do the occasional quick rub, starting to
think that I'm getting somewhere then my mind would become distracted.
      Jordan was out for the night.  Mr. Popular was on the run.
      So I lay there, staring at the ceiling.  I have always found my dad
attracted and he was.  He had a strong build, smooth chest unlike older
men.  He was just talking about sharing erotic stories with me so we
could both climax together, but it probably could have ended up in more
than that, which made me quickly rub my penis thinking about it.  I
should have just grabbed his penis and stroked it for him.  We were both
men who needed to climax and I would just be helping him along, right?
Well getting pleasure myself.
      Suddenly an instinct came over me.  I turned off the music, tucked
my penis away and left the room still in Jordan's underwear.  It was a
pair of red Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs.  We were about the same size
in height, Jordan and I, so since they were tight on me it had to mean
they were tight on him.
      I found my dad pumping weights down in the basement.  He had turned
it into his own at-home-gym.  It was pretty cramped, but it fulfilled its
duty as a gym.  I stood for a moment in the doorway watching him.  He was
lying on his back, lifting heavy weights.  He had changed into his gym
clothes. His shirt was off and the sweat glistened on his pecs.  He wore
a pair of Nike shorts with tennis shoes.
      Finally he put down the weights with a heavy clank and sat up,
reaching for a towel to wipe the sweat off, but then he noticed me
standing there observing him.
      This time I was the first to speak.  "Jordan wears this pair of
underwear a lot," I started slowly.  I stepped into the "gym" and sat
down on a bench.  Floor to ceiling mirrors covered the wall and I looked
at my reflection in all directions.  Muscular, a tiny six pack, the
family tan, and messy brown hair like Jordan's.  "He woke up once and had
this pretty big erection in this pair of underwear.  He didn't know that
I noticed, thought I was still asleep.  I do that a lot."
      My dad wiped the sweat off of his chest.  "I have never seen him
naked," my dad said as though he were telling a confession.  "I tried to
catch a glimpse on several occasions, like earlier today when you were
watching him."  He moved over to sit on the bench with me.  "Jordan works
out in this gym a lot as I'm sure you can tell.  That's when I watch
him.  I tell him it's 'father and son' bonding time, and for the most
part it is and we enjoy working out together.  But when he starts to
really work out, he takes his shirt off and when he's lying down on the
bench you can see up his shorts almost perfectly."
      "He wears briefs," I added.
      My dad nodded.  "Occasionally.  He used to a lot, but briefs aren't
the cool thing to wear at your age.  He wears them during vacation, when
he's just around family, which is fine with me, because it shows more of
him."
      I was starting to get erected.  I watched as my dad reached out and
placed his hand firmly, yet gently on my thigh and moved it sensually up
to the underwear where he gave it a little tug, exposing a tiny bit of my
pubic hair.
      With trembling hands, mostly out of being excited, I traced my hand
up his strong, muscular thigh and up his silk shorts where I found his
hard bulge.  I began to massage his testicles.  "Another time," I said,
with a quiver, as his strong hand slipped down my waistband.  "I heard
Jordan stroking in the room, but it was really dark and so I couldn't see
anything just hear the familiar whacking noise."
      My dad let out a laugh as his fingers ran up my firm penis.  He
managed to slide my underwear, or rather Jordan's underwear, to my knees
completely exposing me.  His fingers worked quickly as they fumbled over
my body parts.
      I laid down on my back and he got over me like a protective
covering.  So strong and muscular, his feet kicking off his shoes and
then intertwining with my feet, the texture of his rough socks combining
with the texture of my soft bare feet aroused me.  I began to quickly
shove his shorts down and then his Hanes briefs.  His massively hard
penis popped out quickly.
      That's when the doorbell rang.
      We both couldn't believe it and we waited there as it rang again.
His body over mine, both of us trying to read each others expressions.
      Letting out a heavy sigh my dad dressed quickly and bounded up the
stairs.  I slid Jordan's underwear back on feeling flustered as well as
exhausted.  It was hard to believe how far I got with my own father.  I
envisioned him erupting all over me and believe me I was aroused and
damned whoever was at the door.
      I couldn't really make out the conversation.  All I could really
hear was my father's gruff voice followed by a friendly female's voice.
The only words I heard was my father saying "Okay, Okay, no problem
Lindsay."  Then the door shut.  I knew who Lindsay was.  She was our
neighbor.  She was also a single, sexy, bubbly woman who was constantly
running around to different places for her job, kind of like my mom.
      My father came back down to the gym.  He was soft again and he
admitted it, but he was still smiling.  "Lindsay is leaving for a few
days," he explained, taking off his shirt, shorts, and underwear.  I
followed his lead and slipped out of the boxer briefs.
      We were both beautifully erected once more.  Ready for more.
Expecting more.
      "And what did she want?" I asked the question I thought he was
going to answer without my having to ask it.
      His ran up my chest and back down until it met my pubic hair.
"Well, she's running out of town and wants us to watch her house."  I
waited for an explanation.  "I remember once during her house warming
party I used her upstairs bathroom and that window looks directly into
your room.  And, as I stated earlier, I have never seen Jordan naked and
like you saw earlier today he does flex in the nude in your room."
      I smiled.  "Seems like everyone is running out of town these days."
      "It's a sign."
      "A sign?" I let out a laugh, taking hold of his strong penis.
      "A sign that says I need to charge my video camera."  He moved in
closer and began to move his hand up and down my penis first slowly then
picking up speed.  "We have a long night," he whispered, his body
shuttering as I quickly pumped his penis and touched his large, gorgeous
testicles.