Date: Sun, 26 Apr 2009 02:35:06 +1000
From: James Smith <d-i-t-m@hotmail.com>
Subject: Watching the Kids

Watching the kids

by James Smith

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Author Introduction:

Hi All! This is my second story, in which I have tried to incorporate the
criticisms I have received. I have been reading Nifty for over 5 years, and have
so far not read anything much similar. If you have read or written similar
stories, I would greatly appreciate having a link sent to me so I might enjoy
them too!

The story I am writing is, as far as i could possibly know, entirely fictional
(So please stop asking me in your emails!). All events, places (except country)
and characters are fresh out of my imagination, any resemblances are purely
coincidental.

This story contains sexual scenes between preteen/teen boys and a man. If this
subject is offensive or off putting to you, read no further and exit Nifty! Only
read if you are of legal age as stated in your local government.

I can be contacted at: d-i-t-m@hotmail.com. Please use the subject line "Re:
Nifty" to protect me from awkward public situations.

Me, I live in South Australia and I am a full-time student. I am also about 90%
straight with a penchant for boys.

And also, this story is mine, copyright of mine. Not to be reproduced with out
my sole permission. So far only Nifty has received this story from me, so
therefore should be the only place it can be found. Respect copyright please.

End Intro :D
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"Watching the Kids"


Ben Williams was, again, without a partner this Friday. Ever since his divorce
two years ago, Ben decided that his son is the most important thing to him now,
not trying to pick up at bars. He probably wouldn't find it too difficult
however, he is only 38 and thinks of himself as a modest, traditional white-
collar. At 6', Ben resembles his father closely. Dark brown hair, cut short for
professionalism. Striking blue eyes, and always with a 5 o'clock shadow at the
end of the day. One wouldn't really consider Ben fit. In his suits maybe, but
underneath there is the little bit of extra weight to belie any muscle tone.
This is the way he prefers it though, as previously stated, the gym would be too
much of a selfish indulgence compared to time spent raising his son. He always
laughs to himself when he sees the body builders around and thinks to himself,
"OK, you're buff, now what?". Also having a rather traditional father, Ben isn't
able to properly compare his body with his father's. Ben has a thick spread of
hair across his pecs with a thick trail leading leading into his pants. His arms
and legs compliment his torso as well.

Ben's curiosity about his father often leaves himself wondering about how his
own son will look as an adult. So far he only has the dark brown hair but with
matching eyes. His body is of typical 12 year-old litheness, that lies in common
with his own youth, gained from the constant running about.

Being it just himself and his son at home, Ben has adopted a much more relaxed
atmosphere at home. Ben's son, Matt, is free to ask questions and traipse around
whatever attire he feels most comfortable in, as is he. Matt's nature has not
led to any questions yet about sex, and most of the time would be found in
cotton boxers. This is unfortunate for Ben however, as he hoped it would breach
the subject of the impending sex talk.

Back to the Friday night, Matt is excitedly waiting for his friend Simon to come
and spend the night. They're both new to each other and met at school, but have
obviously hit it off.

Ben is washing the dinner plates, still in his work shirt and slacks when he
finally gets tired of Matt's constant kicking of the underside of the dinner
table.

"Matthew, stop it!"

"Well I'm bored, BENJAMIN," he retorts, they both hate being called by their
full names,"Simon's upposed to be here by now".

"So go wait in the lounge room, you can see the him arrive then, plus, you'll be
away from me", Ben says as he rubs some bubbles into Matt's hair.

Just then they could hear a car door slamming shut. In a split second, Matt
already has the front door open. By the time Ben has dried his hands and gets to
the door, Simon is already in and waving to his mum in his car. Ben goes out to
talk to her while Matt and Simon race to Matt's room. After all the grown-up
talk is done, Ben makes his way back inside.

"Whoa, Matty, what happened to your shirt?", Ben asks.

"We was gonna wrestle, and they don't wear shirts on TV and I'm much better than
them!"

"Oh, you're gonna wrestle huh? Well you can't be very good if I can do THIS to you"

With that remark, Ben grabs Matt's belly and lifts him over his shoulder,
tickling him relentlessly. Simon quickly reacts to help his friend and wraps
himself around Ben's leg. Ben looks down at him and studies him for a second.

Although Simon and Matt share the same colour hair, eyes and build, one wouldn't
lump them together as brothers. Ben also notices Simon has removed his shirt, so
he grabs his stomach too and tickles him off. Quickly though, Ben tires and puts
his son back on the ground.

"Well guys, I have to finish with those dishes, so Matt, take Simon into your
room and do something QUIET for once"

Then the boys were gone! So Ben goes back to the dishes, and surprisingly the
boys WERE quiet, which makes him all the more anxious. After about twenty
minutes, Ben is finished with the dishes and goes hunting for the boys in Matt's
bedroom.

Ben prepares to surprise the boys but in turn, once he's shoved open the door,
finds himself quite surprised. The first things he can make out, are two very
naked boys, sitting, facing each other on the bed. Before he can make anything
else out, he quickly decides to leave.

"Shi-, sorry...", Ben begins to apologise, with a deep blush starting to rise in
his cheeks.

Before he can leave however, his son calls out to him.

"Hey DAD! Don't leave yet, you have to see this cool thing Simon was showing
me."

"Maybe I shouldn't Matt"

"C'mon Dad, you might like it to, Simon can teach you too!"

Ben was now very curious as to what a twelve year old boy might teach him, so he
found himself next to the bed soon enough. He looked down at the boys and
quickly noticed their crotches. Simon had his hands over his boy dick, but there
was still a prominent pubic patch Ben could plainly see. His son, however was much less shy. He just sat there with his legs splayed out in front him, his
10cm (4") hard boy cock, sticking right up against his belly, partially covering
his own small pubic patch. Ben realized his naivete and again began to leave.
But his own sexual frustration got the better of him and he found himself manipulating the situation.

"Wow, kiddo, that's quite a woody you got there! Is that what you wanted to how
me?"

"NO DAD! Everyone already knows how to do that! Simon, show my dad now," Simon
was hesitant, "fine, I'll show you then"

Expecting Matt to use his own tool, Simon relaxed a little. What a mistake, Matt
had grasped Simon's arms and wrenched his hands from his cock. Up jumped his 4"
cock and slapped his own belly. Ben noticed he was circumcised which was highly
unusual in Australia, but decided it didn't matter. After but a brief glimpse,
Matt had his hand over Simon's knob, and was working it all around. Although
Simon hadn't expected it, the exquisite pleasure he was feeling was more than
enough to allow Matt to continue. He even let a few tiny boy moans out. But
Simon had to stop Matt.

"OK, stop now. Wow...", Simon was huffing now.

"Simon keeps making us stop though, but isn't it cool? OH! Wait, I forgot, you
have to feel it yourself dad, that's the cool part, it feels kinda like
splosions"

Matt jumped up onto his knees and reached over to his dad. He grabbed his shirt
and started undoing the buttons. Ben was still astonished at what he was
watching but against better judgement, had to keep going. As Matt was opening
his dads shirt, he was noticing for the first time, the hair on his chest. Matt
absent-mindedly starting patting his dads chest and got a feel of the rough
texture.Ben was proud of his son's openness at that point. Matt he realised his digression and continued undressing his father. He undid the belt, button and zipper and yanked his pants to his knees. While he was doing this, Ben removed his shirt. Next, Matt quickly pulled down his dads boxers to his knees and for the first time, saw his dad's cock. Matt's gaze was glued to it, as was Simon's. They stared at the 4" tube of flesh dangling before them, nestled in a forest of dark pubes, with a large scrotum hanging below the tip. Ben was now in a daze, he removed his pants and underwear, then got on his knees on the bed, with the boys.

"See, dad, like this," Matt demonstrated. He pulled down on his own foreskin to
expose his pink head. Then he used two fingers to kind if pinch his knob. Matt
was enthralled by the pleasure, but could feel it starting to hurt so he
stopped.

"Do it like that."

Ben started loosely rubbing his covered knob. The boys stared in amazement as
Ben's cock started to grow. It throbbed as it first got thicker, then it started
growing out. Ben watched the boys as he stroked himself. He watched as the boys
absent-mindedly stroked themselves. He thought he would give the boys a show, so
he let go of his growing cock and let it stand by itself. His cock kept growing
up and out, until it stood almost straight up and at 7", with half of his red
throbbing knob exposed. His balls had pulled themselves up by now. He pushed his
hard cock down and let it spring back up, hitting the soft fur on his belly. He
then grasped his foreskin and popped it over his big knob. The boys were
masturbating much faster now. Ben couldn't wait, so he too started playing with
his knob. All that could be heard was the moaning of a man and two boys,
watching each other slide their fingers over their smooth knobs.

"Ow, ah we gotta stop now, it's starting to hurt again," Simon piped up,
bringing Ben back to reality. Ben looked down at Simon's boy knob and noted it
was much redder than before.

"I see the problem, do you always stop?" questioned Ben.

"Yeah, it gets kind of boring after awhile to keep starting and stopping."

"I know how to help."

Ben got up off the bed and went into his bathroom, he got out a bottle of baby
oil that likes to use when he's alone and has a massive wank session. When he
got back to the room he stopped for a second and watched as Simon was moving
Matt's foreskin up and down.

"Here we are."

"What's that? What do you do with it?" asked Simon.

"It's a kind of oil you can use. I'll show you how to use, i promise you'll
really like it."

Deciding it would be cleaner if he applied himself, Ben squeezed some oil into
his hand and moved closer to Simon. He put his palm over the boy's cock and
pulled his hand down the length. He felt Simon shudder as he did this so he
stroked him again. Simon moaned and kept shuddering with every stroke. Ben got
lost in his wanking of this child and found himself going much faster.

"Wow, that looks even cooler Dad, do me too."

Little Matty scooted over and put his boy cock right up against Simon's. They
were almost the same size, but Simon's was a bit thicker. Ben attempted to oil
up his his son's cock but his hand didn't contain enough oil anymore so he went
for the bottle. Then he thought of something wilder. On his knees, he arched his
back and his cock stuck straight out, a thick stream of precum was flowing out
of his man cock.

"Matty, use this stuff, it's even better"

Matt put his hand at the bottom of the string and moved it upward and over his
dad's knob. By then he a had a great handful and went to applying it to his own
cock. Ben was so turned on that he had already replaced the precum. Matt put his
boy cock up against his friends again and started to pour his dad's manly precum
over their preteen cocks. Matt wasn't prepared for the feelings as he started to
buck his hips, causing his cock to slide in between his hand and Simon's boy
cock. Simon was moaning in tune with Matt as he put his hand in between them and
rubbed their knobs together. The boys were lost in rapture, tiny explosions
going off all over their young smooth bodies. Ben was so horny, precum was
pouring out of his slit. He wanked for all he was worth and positioned his cock
over the boys so that the precum would drip onto their cocks. Ben admired the
slick sounds of young boys stroking their wet virgin cocks, he was especially
aroused thinking that it was is cum that was swirling all about the preteen cock
before him. His stroking became more frantic and the precum started flying off
at all angles. It was splashing all over the boys' chests and bellies as well as
his own. All three of them were shiny from sweat and Ben's precum. Ben's body
hair was matted down. The sounds in the room were divine. A consensual, safe act
leading to the moans of man and boy, the air rife with man and boy sweat and
precum.

Then the boys moans faltered, there young bodies could take it no more. They
almost screamed as their sweet boy cum came simultaneously squirting out of
their beautiful boy cocks. Ben was still kneeling over the boys as their young
cum sprayed his neck, chest and belly.

The boys knelt there, slowly rubbing their own slimy knobs. Ben had to finish
now and he knew what would do it. He grabbed his sons hand placed around his
cock. He then placed his own hand over it and wanked himself using his sons soft
preteen hand. Then he pulled Simon chest to chest with himself. He rubbed his
hairy chest over the boy's. He felt the smoothness sliding over his wet
hair. He could see the boy cum being smeared all over the boy's body and was
about to lose it. He moved Simon to the side and positioned himself in front of
his son. He used his own hand now and flogged himself furiously. He pointed his
cock at his son's boyish chest, and just let loose. Cum erupted from his cock.

You could hear the milky jets blasting the kids chest with great force. Ben
released a giant roar as his cum was now dribbling from his cock.
Ben looked over at the big mirror on his son's wall. He watched, huffing, as the
boy played with the cum on their body's as if it was some new toy. He admired
his own saturated body and decided he wouldn't have ever traded that experience
for anything. He was just glad his son was so happy.

"Well Simon, that really was cool, thanks for showing me how to do that," said
Ben winking at Simon.

"I think you already knew how to do that dad you tricker," giggled Matt, giving
his dad's shrinking cock one last squeeze, forcing out the last gush of man cum.

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Please comment, I like hearing from you all. I would also enjoy hearing whether
this story made you cum ;) And I would also LOVE to hear any similar experience
you've had with your dad/son.

So here's my email again:

d-i-t-m@hotmail.com

Thanks for reading :D