Date: Wed, 7 Feb 2007 20:45:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Matt Wess <cow91387@yahoo.com>
Subject: only beautiful men part 3

      Our neighbor, Lindsay's, house was a two story colonial home with a
large foyer, spacious rooms that were tastefully decorated with modern
American furniture.  Lindsay herself was a modern American woman with a
slim figure, and seemed to always be wearing Capri's and a v-neck shirt.
I liked her from the moment I met her.  She was nice, caring, and funny.
      My dad and I had invited her over to dinner before she left for
Florida for a week.  She had left us in charge of her house while she was
gone.  This came in handy for one main reason that my dad and I were
looking forward to.  Lindsay's upstairs bathroom window, looked directly
into the bedroom I shared with my twin brother Jordan.  What did we plan
to do with this?  Film Jordan, of course.  My dad confessed that he had
never seen Jordan naked before and that was sort of depressing, because
Jordan was very impressive to see naked for an eighteen, almost nineteen,
year old.  I have seen him naked and attempted to masturbate right there
while watching him in secrecy.
      "I really do appreciate you guys doing this," Lindsay was saying
finishing her pasta.  "Chris, you make a wonderful pasta dish," she said
directed towards my dad.  "And thank you for watching my house. My dog,
Sparky, cannot be left alone and unfortunately I could not take him along
with me.  I attempted it; he did not fit in my carry on."  She smiled at
her own joke.  Lindsay made it her business to check her watch.  "Oh my,"
she said standing up, "I really have to get going.  I'm taking the redeye
it leaves at midnight.  And lord knows with security nowadays even if I
get in line at nine o'clock I'll miss my flight.  Thank you again for the
wonderful dinner, I never get much of a chance to eat with others."
      My dad and I stood up.  "No problem at all," my dad said.  "And
we'll make sure your home is well watched after as well as Sparky."
      Lindsay beamed ear to ear and handed over her spare house key.  As
we walked her over to the door she began to explain her schedule.  "I
should return on, lets see today is Monday, yes, then I should be home on
Sunday around noon-ish.  Remind Sparky daily, he gets lonely."  This was
the second time today I was standing at the front door watching somebody
bound down the sidewalk waving to us.  With one hand my dad waved back
and with the other hand I felt it reach up my shirt and run his fingers
up my back sensually.
      Did I forget to mention that my dad and I have something going on?
Well we do.  At first I was hesitant, putting morality of sexuality, but
you know what, screw morals.  I could not blame my mom for wanting to
have sex with such a muscular, strong man.  Once he closed the front door
he immediately pinned me up against the foyer wall not able to resist any
more.  He kissed me passionately on the lips while tugging at the belt of
my jeans.
      I nearly tore off his buttoned-down shirt and ran my hands up his
abs and around his large pecs that made him groan softly.  I plaid around
with the waistband of his Hanes briefs before allowing my hands to enter
them and fish around for his hard penis.
      He quickly pulled down my jeans and then stopped noticing my
underwear.  He laughed.  I was still wearing the red boxer briefs that
are Jordan's.  "You better get those off before Jordan comes home," and
without waiting for a response he slid them down.
      "I will run these upstairs," I said indicating to the underwear.  I
picked up all of my clothes and dashed upstairs.  My dad followed me and
I saw him, completely naked, disappear into his own room.  He did, after
all, have the largest bed.
      I quickly returned Jordan's underwear and found my dad sprawled out
on the King size bed his large, beefy penis completely erect.  I compared
sizes.  It goes without saying that his was largest, but at the age of
eighteen I think I was a pretty decent rival.
      Noiselessly, I moved onto the bed and crawled across to him.
Kissing his hard nipples, his rock hard abs, his pubic area, and then my
mouth met the top of his penis where pre-cum was already beginning to
ooze out.
      He let out a cry of joy as I ran my tongue the length of his penis.
      That did the trick for both me and him.

"So who's going to go over there tonight?" My dad asked later.  We were
both lying side by side, still naked, out of breath on his bed.  Night
had completely fallen.  I was staring at the ceiling, completely soft,
but still recalling how great today had been.
      "I think it makes more logical sense if you go over.  First of all,
Lindsay probably trusts you more than me.  Second of all, you are the one
that never saw Jordan naked before.  I'll just tell him that you are
spending the night at her house because she had asked you to."
      My dad rolled off the bed and I watched him in the dark as he slid
back on his underwear.  "Well, then that's fine with me.  Jordan's curfew
is at midnight.  So he'll be home before then or at least he should be.
You have to stay out of the room while he is getting ready for bed, or
else there is no way he'll do anything.  Call me when you think he is
actually getting ready."
      I nodded.  Sounded reasonable.  I too rolled off the bed and headed
for my own room, as I passed my dad he gave my testicles a nice pat.
Even though it was dark I could see the wink he gave me.

I do not think plans could have gone any better.  My dad got fully
dressed, while remarking that the moment he is over there they will
probably come right back off, and headed over with the video camera.  We
did a few test runs.  He stood at the bathroom window and I stood at my
window doing a few cute things, like wagging my penis or undressing then
dressing.  He gave me two thumbs up.
      It was around midnight exactly when Jordan came back home.  He
passed right by me, giving me a little wave.  I noted the hint of alcohol
on his breath as he asked me where dad was.  I told him everything about
Lindsay going away and how we have to provide reasonable company for her
dog.  Jordan just rolled his eyes.  "It's a damn dog," I think was his
exact remark.  "Oh well, it gets dad out of the way.  He can easily smell
alcohol and with his strength he would toss me out of the house."
      I returned to playing my Wii while I heard Jordan stumble up the
steps.  "So I guess you're going right to bed?" I called out.
      "Passing out is more like it," he called back and stumbled up the
second set of steps to our bedroom.  I hurriedly called my dad.  He
picked up on the first ring.  I told him Jordan was going to bed; I used
the phrase, avoiding the fact that Jordan was pretty much intoxicated.
Because my dad would seriously come right back over here and lose all
interest of filming tonight.  And I did not want to spoil this fun.

Right after he hung up with his son Kyle, Chris hurried up the steps to
the bathroom.  He liked Lindsay's house.  She had good taste when it came
to interior decorating and he never noticed the money she had.  Since the
last time he was here she had little decorations, now she had large
paintings by Monet, Picasso, and fancy china.  Even Sparky was spoiled.
He had his own little comfortable home within her home and constantly
wanted attention.  He even followed Chris up the steps.
      Chris hurriedly set up the camera while unbuckling his pants and
shoving them down to his ankle.  Did he feel guilt for spying on his
son?  Not when his son had celebrity looks.  Both of them did, actually.
And he was glad that he got somewhere with Kyle.
      Chris hit the record button the moment the bedroom light across the
alley way in their house flicked on.  Jordan entered the room and
immediately stripped off his shirt revealing his near rock-hard abs.  He
shut the door behind him, after all privacy was important to everyone.
It gave Chris a thrill to think that he was being so secret.  His penis
began to erect at this thought and as Jordan pulled down his Khaki
shorts.
      "Hot enough for you?" He asked himself, zooming the camera in so it
felt like he was in the room with Jordan.  Jordan gave an unconscious tug
on his package, just as a typical guy would do.  Without thinking about
it, but this time it was a little bit longer and his hand actually went
down into his underwear, because he thought he was alone.
      Chris grabbed his own penis and began to quickly rub it up and
down, down and up.  Faster and faster.  Letting out tiny groans as Jordan
pulled out his own penis, and still thinking that he was not being
watched, plopped down on his bed.  Chris watched as his own son
masturbated unknowingly doing it for the camera and for the third time
that day Chris climaxed on the spot, letting out a large groan, sweating,
and panting as if he had just ran a mile.
      Moments after he climaxed, Jordan did.  Chris zoomed close into his
son's penis as his whole body tensed up and he rubbed his young balls
that had a few strands of pubic hair.  It was an absolutely beautiful
image to see.  The camera followed Jordan as he rolled off the bed and
went to go shut off the lights.
      And then, quite unexpectedly, yet distinctively, Chris heard a
crash downstairs.  His body tensed up and Sparky began to bark wildly.
      He zipped back up his pants, listening intently.  Following his
cue, Sparky fell silent.  He had triple checked and was positive that
Lindsay was out of the house.  She would have to be.  She said herself
that her flight left at midnight at it was now past that time.  Maybe
something happened.  The flight might have been cancelled.
      The empty house creaked around him as he left the bedroom.  It
couldn't have been Lindsay, because the house was still completely dark.
Nobody would maneuver around their own house in the dark.  Also he would
have heard the car arrive.
      There was silence.  Chris headed downstairs, his heart beating a
little bit faster.  Then he began to think that maybe it was Kyle trying
to spook him.  Even though Chris had just climaxed, he would be willing
to mess around with his son.
      "Kyle," he called out.  Sparky bounded out of sight searching
around for the source of the noise.  There was no answer.  He ran his
hand along the wall and found the light switch.  At once the foyer was
illuminated with light.
      His heart jumped a little as he caught sight of Sparky running
across the foyer at the other end, but Chris already saw hat crashed.  On
the floor was vase that had been knocked over.  Red roses were scattered
across the floor.  He realized that his foot had landed in a puddle of
water from the broken vase.
      Suddenly he felt the cold, hard barrel of a gun being pressed to
the back of his head.  "Oh my," a cool familiar voice said.  "Sneaking
around the house."  He winced at the sound of the trigger clicking.
"This is certainly a predicament.  What should I do with you?  Perhaps
Kyle might know what to do.  Maybe we should go over there, I understand
you two have a close relationship.  Oh wait a second," she corrected
herself and let out a small laugh.  "No need to go over there, my partner
should be in the house right now.  Tell me, what would you have done if
you got to see Kyle one last time?"  Margaret, his wife, asked.