Date: Mon, 16 May 2016 01:38:19 -0700
From: Jon Hold <jonhold@earthlink.net>
Subject: VoyeurLand (Mtt, voyeurism, incest, masturbation)

VoyeurLand
Inspired by a Harry Bush Drawing
by Jon Hold
Copyright ©2005, 2013, 2016 by Jon Hold
jonhold@earthlink.net


Tobias had been blessed with a big fat dick and a pair of balls that kept
him perpetually horny. He'd also been blessed with a preacher for a father
and and uptight gossip for a mother. The little farming community in
Indiana where Tobias had been raised didn't offer much to help the young
man relieve the pressures Mother Nature had so abundantly bestowed upon the
black-haired boy. Tobias learned at an early age that he was his own best
source of pleasure. Hours were spent in the old iron bedstead in his
downstairs, back-of-the-house bedroom. Hours and hours of narcissistic
lovemaking. He was constantly aware of having to hide everything from his
nasty-minded parents.

Tobias could get wildly aroused just looking at himself in a
mirror. Parading back and forth, watching his boner waggle in the air with
each step he took, watching the dimples appear and reappear in his
hard-muscled ass. Watching his hot body flush and harden as his excitement
built. He'd get a really good boner going and then tease it, and himself,
for hours. His mother noticed the growing collection of mirrors he had
bought with money from odd jobs, but never said anything about them. She
just told his father that his son was guilty of the sin of pride. Tobias
came home after school that day and all his mirrors had been removed and
added to the items for the church auction. When he tried to protest he was
told he should be ashamed of himself and that anything he earned
automatically belonged to his parents.

He was a good student and brought home good grades. Rather than impress his
parents, that was just the expected norm and any grade below an "A" brought
comments of laziness and lack of ability and shame. Nothing like an actual
confrontation, of course. Just snide, in-passing comments from obviously
important people with vastly more important things to do than tolerate a
lax, mentally deficient son.

The lack of positive parental attention and concern resulted in a shy,
introspective young man who led a rather quiet, boring sort of life —
that is, until he was alone in his room, door locked and his favorite
oldies playing on his tape recorder, his clothes neatly put away. He would
dance (quite well, actually ), enjoying the way the heavy tube of flaccid
flesh bounced against his thighs and between his legs. His dancing would
gradually get raunchier and raunchier, his balls pulling up in his sack in
self-protection. His hands would start caressing his body, his fingers
glorying in his smooth hardness, pulling and twisting at his little titties
until the deep brown paps were swollen and tender and very happy.

Sometimes, in his sleep after dancing, he would make a sticky mess on his
sheets. After his parents reaction the first time he showed his mom and
asked her what was wrong, he just avoided the issue and slept on a towel
that he washed himself. He was a very sad, lonely, and scared boy.

One of the coaches at school talked Tobias into joining the swim team. His
parents had insisted that, for religious reasons (providing proof that
prudery is a religion), he not be "subjected to" Gym class. So for the
first time in his young life he was exposed, not only to other naked boys,
but to their rather, to him, coarse humor and sexual banter. Boners (as he
learned to call erections, in fact, he gained a whole new vocabulary in his
first few weeks on the swim team) were not unknown in the showers and
horseplay was rampant. Towel snapping, butt slapping, dick (another great
word, especially because his father's name was Richard, and apparently a
lot the the adults in the congregation knew that he was a dick.) thumping
and suggestive comments and accusations. The accusation that most
interested him was masturbation. What it was, how it worked and all the
different things it was called. His new friend, Kerry, explained all about
masturbation while they were getting dressed after Tobias' first swim meet.

His first heat, Tobias came in dead last. The coach pulled him aside and
asked him what the problem was. Tobias explained that his parents had
taught him that to be noticed was a bad thing. Sports (all of them) were
bad and lead directly to sin. And that beating other people in any sort of
contest was a sure path to Hell. Coach told him that his father was full of
shit and that G_d wouldn't have given him his athletic ability if he wasn't
supposed to use it. After Coach left, Kerry came over, put his hand on
Tobias' shoulder and told him to not sweat the small shit. To just go out
there and have fun, and cream the other team in the process. Then he patted
Tobias on the back and goosed him to get him out the door. When they got
back to the other guys Kerry told them why Tobias blew his first heat and
all the guys were patting him on the back and on his butt, which felt
great, but caused him to show a huge bulge in his speedos the next time he
got on the starting stand. They told him to forget his Dad's bullshit and
to swim the way he wanted to swim. As fast as they all knew he could
swim. His next event was the 4x relay race and he'd been selected to be the
anchor.The other swimmers were almost a third of the way to the goal when
Tobias finally got tagged. With a huge leap he entered the water. He was
almost a full length ahead when he hit the finish mark.

All the noise and flashing cameras scared him and he ran to the locker
room. Kerry and a couple of his teammates were right behind him. Tobias was
crying and shaking when they caught up with him.

"What's the matter, Tobi?" Kerry asked.

"Why do they hate me so much?" Tobias cried.

"Jezzeee, Tobi. Your Dad really has you fucked up, doesn't he! They don't
hate you guy, that was applause. They were amazed at how fast you swam!"

"Awesome, Dude!"

"That was unbelievable, Man!"

 "Totally Un-Fucking-Believeable!"

His teammates gathered around him and were patting him on the back and
butt. Demanding that he come back to the pool and finish the meet with
them. When they walked out the door the fans saw them and started
applauding. This time Tobias was shy, ducking his bright red face, but he
realized that these people didn't hate him. They admired him. After that,
and following Tobias' lead, his team cleaned up, trashing all the other
teams. They all had at least a partial boner in the showers after the
meet. Congratulating each other, hugging, wrestling around, acting like a
pack of wild Indians until the Coach entered the shower.

The guys got real quiet and back under their showers, not wanting to piss
the Coach off.

"Tobias, get over here"

Gag! A command from on high! Tobias, terrified of the naked adult, the
first naked man he'd ever seen, shuffled over to the Coach.

The Coach grabbed the boys ribcage and started bouncing him up and
down. "Damn, Boy. Where the fuck did you learn to swim like that? You were
fucking amazing!..."

All the guys gathered around the Coach tried to join in. Their natural good
spirits and joy about winning burst out and the next thing Coach knew a
bunch of naked, slippery boys had wrestled him to the tile floor and were
mobbing him. He discovered that the only sure way to peel them off was to
grab them by the balls, which he did willingly. Problem was all of them,
including Tobias were perfectly willing to return the favor. The Coach soon
had everything under control. He and the boys circled the floor drain and
were jerking off into the drain. Some of the boys were with their best buds
and were sort of rubbing each others backs and maybe a little butt groping
here and there. Kerry showed Tobias how to soap up his dick and jerk off
his slick dick. He even took hold of Tobias' big cock to show him how it
should be done. Tobias shot almost immediately and Kerry hung on while
Tobias shot completely across their circle, hitting Coach right in the
chest. That flustered the Coach and Kerry swore later that when Coach had
wiped the clot off his chest that he'd sucked his finger clean.

After dinner he couldn't wait to get to the privacy of his own room. He was
stripping naked before he had the door closed.  He felt himself all over,
making chills run up and down his spine. His balls were hard as a rock and
he was hunching the air. He started feeling all over his cock and balls and
within seconds an explosion was GOING TO happen! Kerry had warned him about
having a good jack-off cloth handy so Tobias grabbed his towel and shot a
huge load into it.

That began the horny boys wanking stage. First thing in the morning, last
thing before falling into an exhausted sleep after two or maybe four
teenage effusions. Of course, that didn't count the lunch-time visits to
the boys room, the shower room showoffs or the after school jerk-offs with
Kerry and some other new jerk-off buddies. Four, six, even eight or ten
times a day wasn't too much for our young stud.

Wanking before sleepy-time one evening, Toby was pretty sure he heard some
sort of noise outside. His night light was on so he could watch his dick
react to the stroking and the slapping around it was happily
receiving. Probably just a raccoon or maybe a possum, so Toby went back to
fantasizing about the Coaches hard dick, playing with his favorite toy and
cumming all over his crusty towel.

That night signified the beginning of Tobi's showing off phase. Imagining
someone peeking at him through his bedroom window became a major turn-on
for our horny boy. Better than mirrors!  Tobi liked to sit on his heels in
the middle of his bed and show off for his imagined audience. He put a
brighter light in his night light and made sure the blind was up enough
that a determined voyeur would have no problem watching his antics. Sensual
antics. feeling all over his body. Playing with the thick, developing bush
around his fat shaft. Taking the ruler from the bedside table and carefully
measuring his fat cock, just in case it had zoomed up an inch or two during
the day. Playing with his tiny titties, bovine balls and bodacious
belly-button until the juice was running down his towering cock and
dripping off his balls before finally teasing his treasured organ into
spitting cock snot all over his belly, chest, face and the wall behind him.

Putting on a show that lasted an hour or more every evening became more and
more exciting for Tobi. He started opening his bedroom window so that his
imaginary voyeur could see better, and even hear and smell Tobi's sex
life. Sometimes he'd press his thighs into the windowsill, shooting his cum
into the mouth of his imagined voyeur. A few times he even backed up and
stuck his ass out the window so his phantom could kiss his ass, something
he'd heard about and hysterically funny, as well as disgusting. Somehow
that lead to a fantasy about his Dad fucking his mother in the ass. As much
as he'd like for her to get fucked in the ass, he knew that there was NO
way his pussy-whipped father was going to hold his mother down and
butt-fuck her. Wondering about that lead to a little exploration that
involved touching and playing with himself "back there". Which lead to him
sticking his ass out the window and teasing his phantom lover with his
pretty pink and hairless butthole. Squatting down over a hand mirror proved
the truth of that fantasy.

Listening to his buddies talking about "stuff" lead to our hero
experimenting with his asshole. Which is how he discovered the joy of
wiggling a finger up his tight pucker while he jacked off. And the even
greater pleasure of showing off his new skills for the imaginary stud
peeking through the window. Sometimes he'd have long, leisurely jack-off
sessions while he tried to imagine what his perfect voyeur would
look—and act—like. A big-cocked, super studly dude that loved to
watch his boy put on a show for him. After which he'd spank the naughty boy
for playing with himself and then show him how a boy should be
treated—and used—by a real man. A man who would take charge of his
hot, athletic body and teach the horny lad how sex should be done. The
explosions this lead to were truly fantastic—making his fantasy's all
the more randy.

He woke up late one night. His dick was hard. The nightlight was out and
his turgid cock was blasting a huge load into a hot, slick receptacle. He
came so hard this balls almost disappeared up into his belly. Remembering
his dream the next morning sort of puzzled the lusty boy. He expected a
real mess in his bed, but found nothing.

That lead to a whole series of dreams of ever increasing intensity. Every
morning he'd wake up refreshed but feeling drained. He never found the mess
he should have been making. His phantom was sneaking in through the window
and sucking his balls dry. At first just sucking, but that quickly
progressed to holding onto his balls so they couldn't suck up into his
groin and let him cum. That made him last for what must have been hours and
then fingers started finding their way up inside him which made him want to
cum immediately, especially after those fingers found a button inside him
that was wired directly to orgasm central. But he couldn't cum with his
balls being pulled down like that... But he had to cum with that pressure
inside him... But...  Tobi found himself putting on ever grander shows for
his phantom voyeur, which was leading to ever better dreams. One night he
was thrashing around in his need to cum so hard he found himself grabbing
his imaginary lovers head and fucking like crazy, all the way down the
ski-mask covered heads throat before blasting a huge load of pent up cum
deep into the throat of his cock-sucker. Walking around in a daze at school
the next day, he did little more than fantasize about how good his dream
was going to be that night.

At dinner that night his dad told him that his father had died and that he
wanted Tobi to come with him to attend the funeral and to help him clean up
his grandfathers place so they could sell it. Tobi really didn't want to go
anywhere with his self-righteous preacher daddy, but he wasn't asked for
his opinion.

He and his dad left before dawn the next morning. Tobi hadn't had a dream
that night and was horny as hell—with no way to do anything about
it. Glumly, Tobi sat, hunched over, sullen and resenting his fathers
uncaring interference. The two didn't say five words to each other all
day. They stopped at noon and ate the lunch his mother had packed. When he
was done eating his father pointed to a brushy area and said, "Go pee."
He'd never heard his father talk like that before, but he had to go anyway,
so he went over behind a bush and started peeing. Before long he had
company. His father just walked up next to him, unzipped and hauled out his
equipment and started pissing. Father and son pissing into a bush
together. The father's hand was in the way of his son seeing anything, but
his sons cock was pretty much open to view. His dad took a look, shook his
head and then stared straight ahead. Tobi cut it off half way through his
piss and went back to the pick-up to wait for his parent.

The old man drove like an old lady and Tobi figured it would take somewhere
between six weeks and forever to get anywhere, which pretty much made
everything perfect. That's assuming that shit can be perfect!

They finally stopped and checked into a Motel 6. They went across the
street and had dinner at a small diner before going up to their
room. Tobi's father sat down on the queen-sized bed and told Tobi to go
take a shower. Tobi was drying off when his father walked in and started
stripping to take his shower.  Embarrassed, Tobi quickly wrapped his towel
around his small waist and closed the bathroom door behind him. He finished
drying and put on the pajamas he'd brought along and got into the smallish
bed. The shower shut off and a little later the door opened.

Tobi just laid there. Speechless. Motionless. Emotionless. In shock, his
eyes finally blinked. It was his Dad. His brain started working again and
he KNEW it had to be his father. But a father he never knew he had. This
Daddy was 6'4", something not actually apparent in the dowdy, baggy dark
suits he always wore. He was naked, yet completely clothed in a fine dark
pelt of soft looking fur. Fur that covered him from shoulders to toes
without a gap except for the monster shaft sticking straight out from his
groin. A fat, drippy shaft. Big veins coursing under the skin, making it
look dangerous. His big Daddy hands hung at his sides and his cock throbbed
and drooled.

"Aren't you going to put on a show for Daddy this evening?", he asked
through the mouth opening of the dark ski mask he was wearing. "Aren't you
going to show your Daddy how good you can strut your stuff? Make Daddy hot,
Son. Maybe, if you get Daddy really, really hot, Daddy will give you the
spanking you deserve, and suck that big boy cock of yours until you cum and
then relax enough so that Daddy can finally fuck your hot little ass."

Tobi moaned in need, totally erect, asshole twitching, laying there staring
at the super-fine stud standing there. Slowly, Tobias realized that this
was no dream. That was really his Daddy standing there. A rampant male
wearing only the ski mask that blatantly said, "I'm the one. I've been
sneaking in through your bedroom window. Sucking your dick. Finger fucking
your ass. Playing with your balls. I'm the one who wants you totally aware
of my need for you. My son. My lover! I want to consumate our
relationship. I want you to tease me with your sexuality until I can't
stand not making love to you. I want you awake and alert when I put my cock
inside you and breed your fine ass. I want to shoot so much cum up your ass
that it will spurt out of your nose. Tease me, Son. Tease your Daddy so we
can make love."

Slowly, lasciviously staring at his rampant father, his own heavy, rigid
male horn strongly tenting his pale blue pajamas and pulling the soft
cotton tight across his high-mounded young ass. The horny boy twisted and
turned across his already disheveled bed, showing first his hard belly and
upper torso, and then his broad tapered back. The hard muscled back of a
young athlete in lust. Spreading his legs, he lifted and presented his
gorgeous ass to his drooling father, who, knees shaking, was forced to sit,
watching his randy son hunch the bed they were destined to share and then
roll to his back, still hunching, trying to fuck the universe. Then madly
fucking his pillow until, on all fours, he crawled to his fathers pillow,
lifting his ass and then hunching his hips forward caused a dripping,
swollen, discolored and flared cockhead to pop out of the slit in his
pajama bottoms. His hips snapped forward exposing his entire bright red
cock. He stared right into his fathers eyes as he topped the mans pillow
and fucked it like a madman.

Seeing his father riveted to his chair, whacking his monster boner like
there would be no tomorrow made Tobias roll to his back and, slowly
writhing, active hands bit by bit pushing the loose cloth up so he could
lasciviously, salaciously, whining in pleasure and need, feel and prod the
hard six-pack of his belly, the sensitiveness that was his bellybutton and,
finally, the hard nubbins that were his supersensitive little boy
nipples. One button at a time, leisurely, he opened and spread the soft
blue cloth, totally exposing his hard swimmers torso to his fathers lustful
gaze, sweeping his hands slowly over the hot flesh his father was not
allowed to touch. Nimble fingers teased and opened each individual button
holding the front of the boys pajamas closed. One at a time until even the
boys heavy balls were exposed. Sitting up, the horny man-child lost the top
half of his attire amongst the severely disheveled sheets. Rolling to the
side of the bed and standing caused the soft cotton pants to float down his
thickly muscular hairless thighs and black-haired calves. Standing there,
legs spread, the randy boy did pornographic muscleman poses for his avidly
watching father.

Stepping out of his unneeded bottoms, the totally masculine boy walked,
loose-hipped, over to his father, standing in front of him so he could see
what his loins had produced. Leaning back, hands on buttcheeks, to totally
expose his cock and balls to the man who had given him his favorite
toys. Slowly turning, bending over so his Epicurean father could delight in
the feast being spread before him. Standing back up and turning to face his
father, the tense boy touched the large nipples on the mans thickly furred
chest. Reaching up to touch the ski mask, he asked, "May I?"

A slight nod gave him permission and he carefully removed the wool mask
from his fathers head. Leaning forward, his lips tentatively touched his
fathers. The mans big hand took the back of the horny sons head and held it
so Father could teach his Son the basics of libidinous osculation, with and
without tongue. Moaning in need the boys arms went around his fathers neck
and he kissed back, hard! Until he spooged uncontrollably all over his
fathers chest.  Finished, he bent over and sucked and licked up every drop
of his effusion until his fathers chest was clean again, and gleaming from
the hard licking it had endured. Moaning, the boy carefully arranged
himself belly down across his Daddy's lap. "Make me your Boy, Daddy. Please
make me your Boy!"

The Beginning.



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Facts are stubborn things; and whatever may be our wishes, our inclination,
or the dictates of our passions, they cannot alter the state of facts and
evidence.
     ---John Adams


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People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because
rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.
    -- Winston Churchill