Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2003 16:48:41 -0400
From: Pete Marenga <dom6789@hotmail.com>
Subject: Watching My Son - Chapter 1

Watching My Son - Chapter 1
by Pete Marenga
dom6789@hotmail.com   <---(Pete's email address)

I am starting this father-son story by request.  It's not my
usual thing, but after I got into it, I really loved writing it!
There are more chapters coming.  Please let me know if you like
the chapter, or think the story is worth continuing.
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Watching My Son - Chapter 1

I came home from work early--a rarity, but I was legitimately
sick.  Maybe more exhausted than sick, but I was in no shape to
finish out the day at work.  It was strangely comforting to come
home at one p.m., while my son was still in school for the day.

After I had gotten over the divorce, I began to enjoy the fact
that it was just the two of us in the house--me and my son, Kyle.
Kyle is a typical thirteen-year-old, I suppose, (although he
would correct me right here and now by telling me he was ALMOST
fourteen).  I guess he was, if four months away counts as
'almost.'  I thought he was a cute boy, small going on big, and a
bundle of energy.  And, oh, yes--an eating machine.

'Although I had dark hair, Kyle had taken after his mom, with his
blues eyes and blonde hair,' I thought idly to myself, as I
stripped naked for bed.  I loved the feel of sheets against bare
skin.

The whole setup of my life with my boy gave me a great sense of
security, and shortly after I climbed into bed, I fell asleep.
The last thought I remember before conking out was a sense of
relief and thankfulness that it was Friday, and that the weekend
was here--no work or anything special for me to do tomorrow, and
no school for Kyle.

I hadn't thought about my adolescence in a long time--my early
sexual awakenings, which, at 32, didn't seem that long ago to me-
-but recently I'd found myself thinking about the few times in
childhood I'd fooled around with other boys my age, and found
myself unusually aroused by those thoughts.  Maybe it was Kyle's
recent entry into his own adolescence that triggered those
memories, but in any case, I was aware of my son's sexuality, all
of a sudden, and for the first time.

I don't know if it was noise, or my own tossing and turning that
woke me from my nap.  I sensed the Kyle might be home, and the
clock's saying 3:20 confirmed that.  I didn't know it, but I was
about to witness my boy's after-school routine.  I heard the
toilet flush, and watched him walk in his underwear from the
bathroom to his room, which was directly opposite mine.  Neither
of us had our door closed, and I could see directly into Kyle's
room.

As usual, I'd awakened with a sexual urge and an erection to go
with it.  The excitement of my son being home was a sudden
impetus to my bodily anticipation.

Apparently, Kyle did not notice that I was home--after all, in
Kyle's memory, I never came home early.  I had put the car in the
garage, and there was very little chance that Kyle had seen
inside to know that I was home.

Kyle stood and stripped naked, facing my room, apparently still
not noticing me, not looking downward far enough to see that my
bed was occupied--of course I had scrunched down in the bed,
hoping not to be noticed, so I could watch him.

When he pulled his underwear off, my cock throbbed.  It was a
double whammy for me--Kyle was hard; Kyle was BIG--not his body,
his penis.

I was regretting the fact that I wanted to keep my presence a
secret while I watched.  If it hadn't been for that, I would have
gone to my dresser and taken out my penis pump--something I
enjoyed using, mostly for pleasureful jerking off, but also for
the size increase the pump gave with regular use.

Kyle turned toward his full-length mirror, giving me a great
side-view of my son--his shapely body, and beautiful erect penis.

I nearly gasped and choked when he began to masturbate.  I'd
heard him do this a more than few times, but never thought the
day would come when I would actually see Kyle, penis in hand,
stroking himself off.  Under the covers, I was secretly imitating
his youthful strokes--knowing that I could force myself to cum
quietly, and hoping that my son did not have that kind of
control.  I wanted to hear him shout in sexual pleasure when he
came.

I was glad to know (from hearing his sounds through the wall)
that Kyle masturbated often, and took to heart the talk I'd given
him.  During that talk, I had made it a point to stress that
'jacking off' was normal and necessary, and that he and all other
boys did it, with very few exceptions.

I also easily confessed to him that I masturbated, too.  At the
time, Kyle had smiled, and this pleased me enormously.

I remember the discussion we had about having an all-male
household, and that nakedness was not only ok, but perfectly
normal, even desirable at times--as long as no visitors were
expected.  I was pleasantly surprised to see Kyle walk around
naked on more than one weekend.  Of course I felt had to do the
same, and he seemed very comfortable with it, while I was
embarrassed, at least at first.

Kyle fell to his bed, on his back, his face serene.  He used no
lotion or lubricant, but there was a definite liquid sound.  My
son was pleasuring himself sexually, and I was watching.

Soon his face became annoyed-looking, and he stopped
masturbating.  He sat up, and, I swear, looked directly into my
eyes--but he hadn't.  He was looking at my dresser, and made a
beeline for it.  In a few seconds, my boy's naked body, replete
with wet, high-angled erection, was within inches of my face.
Kyle was rummaging through my dresser drawer.  His left arm swung
over, and his hand almost touched my face.  I wasn't annoyed--I
just wanted contact with him now.

I cleared my throat.

"Oh, dad--I, uh--sorry," Kyle said.  In the semi dark of the
room, I couldn't tell if Kyle blushed then.  But it looked like
he was having no trouble facing me, naked, with an erection.
"You saw?"

"Yes," I said with a smile.  "You were j--"

"Yeah, jerking off," he said nervously, testing the waters, "but
that's good, right?"

"Yes, Kyle--that's very good."  The smile spread naturally across
my face.  I felt a warm rush go through me.  I suddenly wasn't
sure I should have said, 'very good,' like he'd just discovered
gold in the backyard, but this was feeling right.

"I knew you'd say that.  At least, I sorta hoped."

"It's ok, Kyle, but what are you looking for?"  I turned my
bedside light on 'low,' so I could see a bit better.

"Well, um--please don't be mad at me, but, well--"

"My pump?" I said with understanding.

"Yeah," Kyle said.  "I use it to jerk off with--just sometimes,
though.  It really feels--"

Kyle had stopped in mid-sentence and blushed.  He suddenly
grabbed a pillow and covered his dick with it.

"It really feels great, Kyle, I know."

"Yeah," my son said, his face blushed to a dark red.

"But we're both men, and we know those things are natural, and
fine to share and talk about between two males that understand
each other.  Like, you and me," I said, ending with a questioning
tone.

Kyle's response surprised me.  I didn't get the usual quick
'yeah,' blurted out almost unthinkingly.  Instead, my thirteen
year old looked me so directly in the eye, he startled me.  My
boy's eyes searched mine quite earnestly.  I felt Kyle's eyes
pierce their way into me--needing to find sincerity in all that
I'd said--needing to feel safe, revealing his intimate self to
me.

It seemed Kyle stared into my eyes for an eternity.  Finally, he
smiled, his confidence resumed, and he turned as if to go back to
his room.

"No.  Don't go," I said, knowing that my stint in the Army, and
Kyle's in military school would prevent him from disobeying.

Kyle sat on the bed.

"I confess I'd been watching you masturbate in your room.  Now
get rid of that pillow or--"

"Ok."

Kyle tossed the pillow.  I was surprised by the ease with which
Kyle was carrying on--especially with his wet and very stiff
erection leading the way before him, and now pointing up out of
his lap.  But I was not about to let my son see my shock.

"Sure.  Climb in, Kyle," I said, as I lifted the blanket and
uncovered my own erection, encouraged by Kyle's easy openness.

"God, you're huge!  Cool that you're hard, though," Kyle said
excitedly, as we sat naked, side by side in my bed.

"Well," I said, putting my arm nervously around Kyle's small
shoulders, and not knowing what else to say.  I saw Kyle's eyes
looking up at me, and I knew he was ready to say something.

"Do we just . . . do each other?" my boy asked innocently--his
stunning, youthful eyes branding my soul with new desire.
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