Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2008 04:56:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com
Subject: Watching Jonathan

Disclaimer: This story is the property of the author and cannot be
reproduced without permission.  It was written for adults only.


It had become part of my morning routine pretty quickly. Someone had sent
me a link in an e-mail which took me to a site called "X-Video." I watched
a video clip of some dude jerking off, which was hot enough, but not quite
as exciting as my buddy thought. But once that clip was done, I went to the
main page and realized that this site had hundreds of such videos, even
thousands. And there weren't just videos of guys jerking off. There were
videos of guys having sex, guys peeing, guys dancing in their
underwear. You name it, and there was probably a video of a guy doing
it. So, once I got a sense of what was on here, I set up an account and
started marking favorites and looking at videos posted by guys from all
over the world. Almost immediately, I started looking at this site every
morning.  It had become part of my morning web surfing.

Generally speaking, there are certain things I look for in these
videos. One is that I like to see the guy's face. If it's just a body and a
dick, I'm not that interested. I want to see the guy this dick is attached
to, you know? I'm also very partial to uncut dicks. I'm circumcised, and
most of the guys I've fooled around with have been cut, so foreskins are
rather exotic for me. But, most of all, I like the videos that have a real
home-made quality to them. There's plenty of professional porn on
"X-Video", much of it previews for DVDs and such. That doesn't interest me
much. I like the guys who film themselves, in their bedrooms, pleasuring
themselves, then post it for the world to see.  They always make my
morning.

So, yesterday morning, I was doing my usual surfing, looking at all the
videos that had been posted recently. I had watched a couple videos, none
that great, but good enough to get a rise out of me. I loved to sit at my
computer, gently stroking my hard on, but with no intention of
cumming. This way, I would get horny, but then keep that energy going all
day, letting it slowly build until I got home. I was looking at a page of
videos when one caught my eye. The thumbnail showed a desk and computer and
standing next to it, the torso of a kid in his underwear. Behind him was
part of a poster and that's what caught my attention.  It looked vaguely
familiar.

I clicked on the thumbnail and waited for the video to load.  The video
itself was about five minutes long and I decided to let the whole thing
load before I played it. I found that if you did this, the video played
smoother and the sound was often better than if the video played while
still loading.  So I sat there, watching the bar at the bottom move across
the screen as the video loaded, and waited, gently tugging on my chubby
dick. Once the video had loaded, I hit "play" and sat back, watching the
room come into view.  There was that desk and computer again, and this
time, I could see the entire poster on the wall of this guy's bedroom. It
was a poster for a rock band, one my son loved, and I realized that my son
had the same poster in his room.  Just as I recognized the poster, the kid
making the video came into view.

At first, only his torso was in view. He stood still, obviously looking at
himself on the computer and making sure he was in the picture and that it
was focused. Stepping back, more of his body came into view.  He was
wearing a simple blue T-shirt and athletic shorts, the long, shiny kind
most guys seem to wear these days. As he stepped back, he began to run his
hand over his crotch, rubbing a pretty sizeable bulge. With his left hand,
he pulled up on his T-shirt, exposing a skinny body, but he seemed to have
pretty well-developed abs and a nice chest.  After rubbing his belly a few
times, he grabbed the bottom of his shirt with both hands and pulled up,
taking it off. Now he stood topless, but still in his shorts, rubbing his
crotch some more. The bulge had gotten even larger and I could now see the
outline of his dick as it swung back and forth beneath the silky fabric.

"Damn," I thought, "This kid's big."

Slowly, he started to slide the shorts down his hips. The only hair on his
torso was a thin line of hair that began at his belly button and went
down. As he slid his shorts down, I saw that trail of hair spread out as it
got closer to his dick, but then he stopped, stood up straight and posed
for the camera. He rubbed his hands up and down his torso again, then
lifted one of his arms and rubbed his armpit. With about an inch of pubic
hair exposed, his hands slid back down and he started rubbing his dick
again and this time, his dick bounced in response. It had gotten even
bigger. Sliding the shorts down a little more, he exposed the base of his
dick and then began rubbing himself more. His hands slid up his pelvis to
his abs, then up to his chest where he touched his nipples, then back down
to his bush and then to his dick, held down by the waistband of his shorts.
I hadn't realized there was any sound until this point, as suddenly I could
hear his breathing and a very quiet moan as his hand slid down his body.

Finally needing to free himself, he slid his shorts down and out popped a
very nice, large cock with a big meaty head.  All I could think was, "Those
skinny boys always have the biggest dicks!"  As he stepped out of his
shorts, his dick bobbed and swayed and became fully erect. It was a beauty!
It was evenly thick, stood straight out from his body and was topped with a
nice, big mushroom head. His balls didn't seem that big, but they hung down
from his body in a nice, loose sac, each ball perfectly outlined. All of
this was surrounded by a nice, messy bush of dark hair. The other thing I
noticed was the color. Both his cock and balls were a very dark red, darker
than the rest of his body. He stood still, slightly in profile, and showed
off his meaty cock, turning a little to the left, then the right, trying to
find the best view. From where I sat, any view was pretty damn good! He
stroked his dick with the thumb and two fingers of his left hand, gently
running them down the length of the shaft and his dick seemed to pulse in
response. Then he began to move back toward the chair at the desk and once
his legs hit the chair, he plopped down in it and his face came into view.

I sat there for a moment, confused, I guess, and then my heart leapt as the
realization came over me. I was watching my son, Jonathan!  I had just
watched my son work up a hard on and get naked in front of a camera. I was
just drooling over my son's dick.  All these thoughts just kept running
through my mind as my heart started racing and I tried to take it all in. I
sat there in a stupor, not really knowing what to do. One minute, I'm
admiring some kid's dick, stroking myself as he's undressing. The next, I'm
looking at my own son, sitting naked in a chair, stroking that same dick
I've been admiring. I really didn't know what to do, or even what to think.
Then I was brought back to the moment when I heard his voice.

"You like that?" He asked, looking straight into the camera.  Straight at
me! "You like my dick?"

He had sat in the chair, and spread his legs.  Now he was looking right at
the camera, stroking his dick and talking. To me! To everyone watching! My
son!

"Yeah," he moaned, "I like it. I like stroking it."

With these words, he slid down a little further in the chair and really
began stroking in earnest.  His head fell back, and a soft moan escaped
from his lips as his hand picked up speed. He was stroking his dick like a
pro.

I sat there, still rather stunned, but still hard.  I was so into watching
this kid stroke his big dick. But now that I realized who it was, I wasn't
sure what to do. At the same time, I couldn't stop watching. I was
fascinated by him, and by his body.  When had he become this sexy guy?

"Unh," A moan came from the computer screen. "Yeah," he almost whispered
and looked again at the camera.

He was still slumped down in the chair, stroking his dick, showing off how
thick it was.  Occasionally, he would stop and hold his dick at the base
with only his thumb and two fingers and wave it in the air, swinging it
around like a baseball bat. Then, he would grip it again in his fist and
begin pumping it, all the while moaning, almost whimpering, as he worked
himself up. I realized, as I watched him, that I was also stroking my dick.
My hard on hadn't gone down at all. In fact, it felt even stronger and I
had to ease up on my grip because I felt like I was getting close to
shooting.

As Jonathan stroked his dick, I could see his body tensing up. He was
moving quite a bit in his chair, lifting his hips, opening his knees wider,
speeding up his hand, then slowing down.  At one point, he pulled up on his
dick, drew all the skin up around the head and then ran a finger over his
piss hole.  He had pushed out a big drop of pre-cum and was spreading it
around the head of his dick, making it wet and shiny. As he did this, his
eyes closed and he let out sigh that was so sexy I could hardly stand it. I
was getting so close to cumming watching my son.  And I knew he was getting
close too.

"Oh, yeah," he said to the camera.  "Want to see me shoot?"

With that, he began to stroke his dick with abandon, opening his legs about
as wide as they could go. He slid down in the chair again, and his ass came
into view.  His left hand slid down behind his balls and he gently touched
his butt hole. As he did this, he let out a moan and his whole body seemed
to jump from the sensation. Keeping his finger on his hole, he began to rub
it, all the while pumping his dick with his right hand and looked right at
the camera.

"Yeah, I can feel it. I'm getting close," He said.

I was close, too. Actually, I had been ready to cum for a few minutes now
but kept squeezing my dick to keep from cumming until he did. I didn't want
to miss anything.

"Oh, yeah...... yeah... I'm gonna cum!" I could hear his voice getting
higher as he was overcome with the sensations from his cock and his butt
hole. He was talking to me and I could hear the pleasure in it.  This was
so incredibly sexy to me that I couldn't hold it anymore.  My son and I
came at the same time.

Jonathan lifted his legs off the floor, still rubbing his ass hole with his
left finger, and gave his dick a few good pumps.  Then he stopped and his
whole body seemed to tense up, including his face, which twisted into a
weird grimace. Suddenly, a huge shot of cum flew out of his dick right onto
his chest. His hand started moving again, and another shot flew out even
further than the first, hitting him on the shoulder. He opened his eyes to
look at his dick and out flew the third spurt up into the air, landing on
his stomach.  Then four more shots of cum flew out onto his belly. It was
like watching a fountain. Each time his hand moved up his dick, another
shot flew out and landed on his body.  And with each shot, Jonathan let out
a quiet little "Unh" that was so sexy. As the shots of cum landed closer
and closer to their source, he began breathing heavily. Soon, he had slowed
his hand down and was gently stroking his dick as cum ran down from the
head into his pubic hair.  It seemed like there was cum everywhere on his
body.

As all this was happening, my dick had exploded, though nowhere near as
forcefully as his. I had pushed myself as far forward on my chair as I
could, and as the first shot of cum flew from my son's dick, I too started
to shoot, squirting my cum onto the floor in front of me and between my
feet.  In a way, I was so focused on watching him, I hardly felt my own
orgasm, but when I began to relax and looked down, there were quite a few
small puddles of cum on the floor below me. I sat back, as breathless as he
was, pulling on my dick a few more times to get those last few drops. I
looked again at the terminal, but Jonathan was gone. All I saw was his
torso, dripping with cum, very close to the camera. Then his arm reached
out and the screen went black.

I sat back, spent and exhausted. That was the hottest thing I'd seen in a
while - my son, jerking off. I clicked on the screen name that took me to a
profile page. There was a picture of Jonathan, but not of his face, just of
his torso. But he was standing in his bedroom, in front of that poster, the
one I noticed in the video. I decided there was only one thing to do.

I stood up and pulled on my underwear and a pair of shorts and, leaving the
cum on the floor of my office, I walked down the hallway to Jonathan's
bedroom. I knocked on the door and then opened it a crack.

"Jonathan?" I said. "You awake?"

"Hmmmm," came the answer.

I swung the door open all the way and looked in.  There was the poster on
the wall, the computer monitor and the chair he'd been sitting in. Next to
the computer was a small video camera. It was so strange to see it all in
person, having just seen it on "X-Video".

"Jonathan," I said more emphatically.

"What?!" He said, sitting up. He wasn't wearing a shirt and I looked at his
bare chest, remembering it covered with gobs of cum.

"We need to talk," I said and I stepped into the room and closed the door.