Date: Thu, 20 Dec 2007 11:53:00 -0600 (CST)
From: Tom Topher <klipklop27@yahoo.com>
Subject: spying on stepdad

	The usual disclaimers apply: This is adult material meant for an
adult audience. It deals frankly with sex and homosexual relations between
men. If this offends you do not read further.  This story is the property
of the writer who authorizes only nifty and it's mirror sites to post
it. If you would like to contact me my e-mail address is
klipklop27@yahoo.com. I hope you enjoy!


	When I was 12 my parents divorced. I didn't take it too hard
because my Father was a drunken asshole. We never got along, so I wasn't
sorry to see him go. My Mom dated quite a bit, never finding anyone she
really liked, until she met Tom. Tom was a geat guy. He had his own
construction firm and treated my Mom and I really well. When I was 15 they
married and he moved into our house.
	It wasn't that big of an adjustment having Tom live with us. He
previously stayed over quite a bit. He was so considerate to my Mother that
he didn't like to use the master bathroom in their bedroom, preferring to
use the bathroom I did. The bathroom had a door off the main hall and a
door into my room.
	When he first started using what I considered "my" bathroom, I was
a little miffed. I didn't like sharing and had my stuff spread out. Tom
didn't need much room, just enough for his shaving stuff and toothbrush. We
shared everything else. Eventually it wasn't a big deal; I didn't mind
making the sacrifice for Tom.
	I had to admit that when I met Tom I was as turned on by him as my
Mom must have been. He stood about 6"1 and was solid muscle. His most
winning feature was his smile. When he smiled he could get anyone to do
anything he wanted and he knew it. He often tried it on me and, much to my
chagrin, I often found myself giving in to whatever he wanted, usually
getting strange emotions along with a stiffy many times. I knew I was
probably bi and had mixed feelings about it. On the one hand I knew I had
feelings for girls, on the other I might be a fag too and have everyone
hate me. I didn't know what to do.
	Nudity was never a common thing in our house. I don't ever remember
getting a look at my old man's cock. My parents had their own bathroom and
I never had the opportunity. I saw plenty of dicks on guys my own age in
the locker room, but I wanted to see an adult cock. With Tom using the
adjoining bathroom, my curiousity peaked. One day I heard Tom striding down
the hall toward the bathroom and decided to satisfy my curiousity.
	The door closed and I took up my position in the key hole. I waited
for what seemed like forever for Tom to arrange things and ready himself
for a shower. He set out his shaving things and I thought I would never get
to see him, when he started to strip. First he took off his shirt giving me
a look at his muscular bod. He didn't work out as far as I knew, but had a
naturally buff physique. He next took off his pants giving me a nice view
of his basket in his tighty whiteys. The shorts were stuffed! I was
rewarded for all my efforts when he unceremoniously stripped them off and I
gaped in awe of his thick dick and bull ball, low hangers. No wonder my Mom
was in a good mood all the time. With that battering ram pummeling her she
must have been on cloud nine. Not much happened after this. Tom took a
shower, shaved, and then dressed, end of story.
	I spied on Tom off and on for the next couple of months and aside
from the time I saw him with a stiffy, there isn't much more to tell. I
kind of got the feeling Tom was uncomfortable around me now and I didn't
know why. Whenever we were alone in the kitchen at breakfast he seemed to
want to ask me something and it didn't dawn on me until I was shaving in
the mirror one morning. I looked into the mirror and at the door to my
room. A wave of panic swept over me.  I couldn't believe I was so stupid! I
thought he wouldn't have been able to notice me because the hole was too
small. I realized all those times he kept seeming to glance at me watching
him, he really was! I thought I was going to be sick. I didn't know how I
would face Tom again.
	Never did I say anything to Tom nor did I spy on him for a month
after that. I was too scared and ashamed. One hot June day I was home alone
alone at my computer when Tom came home early from work. He did some things
and then came upstairs. He entered my room and we had a normal chat and
then he turned to leave, telling me he was going to take a shower.  I
looked over to see he left my door wide open, I guess for hwat would be
coming next. I heard Tom coming down the hall, nothing unusual until, he
came into my room stark naked! I almost fell off my desk chair. He asked me
if it was o.k., as it was just us guys. I stammered out something that
passed for my approval, he shot me one of his trademark smiles, and
sauntered off to the bathroom through my door. He left the door open asking
me if we could chat while he showered. I said sure, moving to the open door
to get a better view. I was always told it was rude to not look someone in
the eye when you talked to them.
	This was unbelievable! Tom and I talked while he got his things
ready for a shower. I took mental notes of every time he moved and I saw
his perfect ass flex, his cock bob, or any of the other million things that
was making my cock strain against my shorts. I hid behind the wall, until I
decided to be as brazen as Tom and stand in the center of the door with my
cock jutting straight out and dancing in my shorts.
	Tom was looking at me in the mirror and I saw his eyes drop down to
stare at my bulge.  He looked for a couple of seconds, then met my gaze. He
decided he wanted to be fatherly and have a man to man chat.
	"When I was your age, I was already having lots of sex. At sixteen
I was banging alot of the cheerleaders on our squad and then some. I also,
I also kind of did things with some of my friends, when we couldn't find a
girl that it. I was always horny. My old man explained to me the importance
of precautions though. It's important to use a condom and play safe" he
said as he winked.
	I was even hornier thinking about Tom fucking a girl or even better
a guy. I wasn't too sure where things were going. He seemed to take a
awhile rummaging in the cabinet. He looked back at me in the mirror.
	"Did you understand what I said? About condoms? Would you like me
to pick you up some?"
	"That would be o.k., I guess" I answered nervously.
	"I couldn't help but notice you seem pretty interested in my
body. Haven't you ever seen a guys cock before?"
	I turned beet red and nodded that I had. I didn't want to say that
it was his cock I had spied on for the past couple of months. I didn't know
what to do so I looked away from him at the floor.
	"It's o.k., I don't mind. It's perfectly natural. Everyone is
curious. For instance, I'm kind of curious to see what that big bulge is
all about" he said as he nodded to my crotch. "Want to show me what you've
got?"
	I stood there glued to the floor. Was he serious? Did he really
mean that or was he testing me? I smiled goofily at him not knowing what to
do.
	Tom turned from the sink to show me that he had a raging hard on
himself. He turned, leaned against the sink, and folded his arms across his
chest. "If you're embarrassed, maybe you could look at mine a little
closer, until you get up the nerve. I know you'd like that, wouldn't you?"
He asked with his big smile.
	I couldn't resist. I inched over to Tom. His one eyed monster
stared up at me with a little bit of precum oozing out the tip. I bent down
mesmerized. His cock was the most beautiful sight. It was around seven
inches, thick, and hard. It was like a rock! Every now and again it bobbed
a little. I took it in my shaking hands as if it were a delicate flower
instead of the throbbing love tool in need of servicing it was. I marveled
at it's numerous veins. I even traced one of the veins with my finger. I
played with it for several minutes before jacking it back and forth. Tom
sucked in his breath and heaved out a deep, long sigh.
	"That's it! Nice and gentle. Nice and gentle" Tom instructed me.
	I jacked it back and forth and was rewarded with a steady stream of
pre-cum oozing onto my fingers. I leaned in and tasted the pre-cum. It was
salty and delicious I decided and kept the fountain flowing. I picked up my
pace and Tom braced himself with his arms on the sink. His head was back
and his eyes were closed.
	"Yeah! That's it! You're doing a good job. Why don't you try
tasting it? Put it in your mouth"
	"Nah, I'm o.k." I told him.
	He looked at me and smiled, then went back to enjoying me
masturbating him. I jacked back and forth for a little while longer when
Tom grunted and asked me to pump harder. I complied standing to jack him
off a little quicker.
	 Tom told me he was near and I stared at his cock in eager
anticipation. He was thrusting his hips to meet my jerks, when all I heard
was a loudly panted: "Ah fuck!", and then watched as a jet of cum shot out
of his dick and went in all directions. Numerous little blasts of watery
liquid gushed into the air and then I counted three long steady volleys of
thick, ropy cum splatter my arm and the floor. Tom leaned back, exhausted
and sweaty.
	I looked down on the tile floor at the puddles of white goo. Tom
told me not to worry about that, he would clean it up. He thanked me and
then did something I'll never forget. He grabbed me to him and gave me a
hot, wet, french kiss. It was amazing standing in his strong arms, his wet
dick poking into my leg, and his tongue darting around my mouth. We have
had many experiences since, but I will always remember that hot kiss!