Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2016 11:23:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tim Smith <mint848848@yahoo.com>
Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners - Chapter 8

It goes without saying that after I moved back into my own home, I was a
different boy.  I learned so much during my time with the Holts.  About
them, about sex and about myself.  I knew I wanted to see more of Arnie,
and I thought it was just curiosity.  Later I realized it was
lust... sexual lust.  Most kids my age were into toys and video games but
my horny mind blossomed really early and all I thought about was nudity,
boners, sperm and the incredible feeling an orgasm gives you.  It was
during the days after my visit that I also knew I was a gay boy.  I know,
it should have been obvious, but I'm still really young and what 10 year
old contemplates his sexuality?  After my last few days, I certainly did.
I was convinced that girls did not give me the same feelings as guys.  And
that it didn't matter what the guy looked like or what age he was, I was
constantly wondering what he looked like naked with a boner.  From men to
teens to boys – even younger than me.  I knew they were hiding something
I wanted to see.  I remember wishing I could make people freeze in place
like I've seen in movies.  But I would be the only one who could still
move.  I'd walk up to each person, unzip their pants and pull them down.
I'd touch their wieners and balls and make them get hard.  Guess I just
have a weird imagination.

And don't think these thoughts were only outside my home.  I started to
really wonder about my dad too.  He was nothing close to Michael though.
More ordinary I guess.  Definitely more conservative.  Every time I saw
him, he was dressed.  Always kept the bedroom door shut.  But all this just
made me want to see him naked even more.  He wasn't very involved in my
upbringing.  Mom was the one who cared for me.  Dad worked and when he came
home, I was instructed to let him relax.  On rare occasions, he and I had
some fun tickle games on his bed on a Saturday morning before he got up.
Even in bed, he wore pajamas – top and bottoms.  But it was fun having
him tickle me.

So that was my plan.  I had to get closer to my dad if I ever expected to
see him naked.  That Saturday morning, I knocked on their bedroom door
early.  They invited me in and I imitated what I remember was the routine
we did when I was younger.  Of all things, I used to pretend I was a puppy
jumping on their bed.  I had on sleep pants and a t shirt.  I started
barking and got on all fours bouncing around the king sized bed.  Mom
smiled saying how long it's been since they were visited by their cute
little puppy.  Dad made a comment like he thought the puppy was old enough
to know not to jump on the bed any more.  I didn't let that stop me.  I
growled at his comment and barked even louder towards him.  Mom told my dad
how he made the dog angry and he should be happy to have such an obedient
pet.  With that, she exited the bed and walked into the bathroom.  She
always did that during my puppy pretend time.  I think she just wanted to
allow her two guys to have some play time together.  Part one of my plan
worked!

After she left, I bounced around the bed encouraging my dad to play along.
He kind of just looked at me wondering what he should do with me.  I nudged
my head into his arm a few times to remind him he's supposed to be petting
me.  Petting always led to tickling.

"I have to use the bathroom," he said while lifting the covers and getting
out of bed.

He passed my mother exiting the bathroom.  She came over and pet my head
and kissed me on the forehead.  Then she walked out of the room, I assume
to start breakfast.  Dad shut the bathroom door, but I could hear him
pissing followed by a flush.  Then the sink.  Then nothing.  Then the sink
again.  "Come on Dad!  Hurry up." I was thinking.  The door opened and I
started barking.  That made him laugh and he laid back on the bed – this
time on top of the covers.  I immediately got close to him and nudged his
arm with my head indicating I wanted him to pet me.  I was thinking to
myself how we never really got physical with each other except when I
played doggie with him.  He obliged and started petting my head and behind
my ears and I quickly boned up.  I was still in `doggie' position so he
couldn't see a bulge if I was making one.  I wasn't wearing underwear under
my sleep pants so it was quite possible.  I was making happy dog sounds to
express my approval of dad's petting.  Once in a while he would stop and
I'd growl.  After my third growl my goal was met!  Dad jabbed his fingers
in my arm pits and wiggled his fingers causing me to giggle.  He wouldn't
let up and in fact dug in deeper causing my giggle to intensify into a full
blown tickle laugh!  That only motivated him more and soon he moved into a
dominant position above me quickly moving from my pits to my sides to my
thighs to my ribs, to my belly, neck, feet... I was losing my ability to
fight him off but this is exactly what I wanted him to do so I just let it
happen.  My position on the bed was wherever I needed to roll away to fight
him off.  Sometimes that meant I was on my back which meant my boner was
most likely easy to spot.  But I did nothing to hide it.  I was proud of
it, just like the first time Arnie saw it.  Dad never `accidently' touched
my wiener, but he got real close a few times when he was tickling my upper
and inner thighs.  I stayed in my submissive role and made no attempt to
tickle him back.  I tried to peek at his crotch to see if he was hard as
well, but his pajamas were hiding any evidence.  He could have been, but at
the same time, the area could have been nothing more than bunched up
fabric.  I was wondering how I could touch him there.  I faked a few
attacks with my paws, but there was no way I could grab his wiener without
him knowing it was intentional.  After all, I could easily see what I was
pawing at.  But then it all happened truly accidentally... dad got me in a
spot that really sent me in a rolling spasm.  He was pinching my rear inner
and upper thigh just below my ass cheek!  I reacted my turning onto my back
and arching my body off the bed.  If ever my boner was to be on display, it
was now!  But again, I didn't care.  My position used the back of my head
as a pivot point and I was turning side to side to shake my dad's grip
loose.  It was during one of these side to side spasm movements that I
found myself on my dad's belly, specifically the side of my face on his
belly.  One more one roll later and my cheek was planted into what was
obviously a very hard wiener.  There was no mistaking it.  I could feel his
tube under my face.  I turned off the rest of what was going on and
everything was silent, except my thoughts of "I'm smooshing my face into my
dad's hard wiener!"  It only lasted a few seconds before dad did a quick
"Whoa whoa whoa!" and pushed me off his body in an attempt to make me not
realize what I just was face planted onto.  I just laid there panting.  I
knew my belly was exposed.  Dad noticed too.  He started petting me there
and just like any dog, I laid there content and exposing my belly to my
master to give him the opportunity to make me feel good.  I kept my eyes
closed giving dad the opportunity to scope me out.  I don't know if he was
and I don't know if my wiener was obvious.  I hoped so.

"Breakfast!" was heard downstairs from mom.  Dad responded by tapping my
belly to indicate he was done.  My eyes opened and I caught my dad looking
at my belly where he was rubbing me.  I propped my head up and saw that my
boner was extremely obvious in the stretchy material of my sleep pants.
These were old pants, a size too small and the position I was laying pushed
my crotch up slightly.  I hoped my dad was looking the entire time he was
playing with me.  Dad got up and I could see his bulge pretty good too.  He
quickly turned sideways hiding it from me.

"Get washed up and I'll see you downstairs," he said as he headed into his
bathroom.

I thought to follow and wash up with him.  Maybe I'll see him naked if I
do!  But that bathroom has always been off limits to me, so I changed my
mind.  I had to think of another strategy if I was going to see dad without
clothes.


I don't know if my dad felt different around me since that morning but I
couldn't stop thinking about me feeling his boner in his pajama pants and
seeing his bulge when he got out of bed.  I also couldn't believe I had the
nerve to have my bulge on display for him.  I didn't know it was so obvious
or I probably wouldn't have done it.  Like I said before, I became obsessed
into wondering what almost every boy and man I saw looked like naked and
with a boner.  I had no idea how I was going to satisfy my fantasy, but I
was smart enough to know my best chance was seeing my dad.  I just had to
figure out how.

I became a bit more of an exhibitionist around the house.  Not naked, but
since it was summer, I hardly ever wore a shirt and unless we were going
someplace nice, I went commando hoping my dad would notice.  I didn't want
my mom noticing, so I put my clean underwear in with my dirty laundry.
Unfortunately, my dad didn't notice.  Or he never said anything.  I know
for a fact he never copied me – even on the hottest days.  I decided to
turn it up a notch.  After my shower, which I usually took at night, I
stopped putting on my sleep pants and instead, just came downstairs in a t
shirt and my underwear.  The first few times, I couldn't even come down
because I got a boner thinking about walking through the house in front of
my dad with so little on.  I know in many families, this is no big deal,
but not in mine!  This was never done!  On the night I finally got my
wiener under control, I tip toed down the stairs and just pretended to be
working on a project.  Opening drawers in the kitchen looking for scissors
I never planned to use.  My mom came in and seemed shocked to see me in my
tighty whities but didn't say anything.  I was stuttering when she asked
what I was looking for.  I hadn't planned a good story and she seemed to
sense something was up but probably just thought I was building something
to blow up later.  I think my actual plan would be the last thing she would
think I was doing!  She went about her business but I needed to figure out
how I could get my dad to see me like this.  Why was I thinking so hard
about this?  What would I normally do?  So I went into the cabinet with
snacks and grabbed a handful of cookies and went into the living room where
my dad was watching TV.  I usually sat on the couch but that would be
behind my dad.  I had to see his face when I walked in wearing my undies.
So I boldly walked over to his recliner and offered him cookies.  His look
could have been from me sharing my snack which I never did before or it
could be from me wearing my underwear which I also never did before.  I
watched his eyes and he didn't hide the fact he was looking me over.  Of
course I took that as a sign he liked what he saw but was probably really
just him being shocked I was that close to being undressed.

He took two cookies and thanked me with a smile followed by, "Is it that
hot in here?"

"Huh?" I pretended not to know what he was talking about.

"You have no pants on," he reminded me.

"It's too hot for sleep pants," I answered.  It was warm, but the statement
wasn't really true.

No more words were exchanged.  Was it because he believed my story of being
too hot?  Or maybe he was wondering why I didn't just wear shorts.  Or
maybe he liked seeing me in my tight briefs.  I went with that last
thought.  The only problem is thinking he liked seeing me was making my
wiener get a boner.  If I stood there longer, he'd see it poking.  So I
walked around (parading?) in front of my dad trying to determine my next
move.  I could sit behind him, but he wouldn't be able to see me.  So
instead, I laid on my belly on the carpet in front of him.  This not only
hid my boner, but put me on display for dad.  I was propped up on my elbows
to be able to watch TV while eating my cookies.  I wondered how my butt
looked.  The only other thing that happened that night was when I stood up
to get a pillow.  I wasn't completely hard, but once I was out of my dad's
view, I had a chance to look down and saw my wiener was definitely outlined
nicely.  I took my time laying back down.  I was on my side pretending to
position my pillow just right until I sensed I was seconds away from
expanding to a solid boner.  I smiled at my boldness wondering what my next
move was going to be to see or be seen by my dad without clothing.

I guess I'm not so creative.  For the next few weeks, I just kept walking
through the house in my underwear, especially in front of my dad.  I wanted
to ask Arnie's advice on things I could try to do to see my dad naked, but
decided to keep this secret.  It seemed naughtier.  A few times I turned it
up a notch.  When mom wasn't home, I often wore underwear that was older
and tighter.  Some even had cartoon characters from when I was like 8 or 9.
I also stopped wearing a t shirt most times when it was just dad and me.
The first few times I couldn't be in the same room as dad.  I felt so close
to being naked with only my tight underwear.  It made me get a hard on.
Once I got used to being dressed like that, I went where my dad was and
made up something that gave me an excuse to be in that room at that time.
Most times I was "looking for something."  Dad never protested which I took
as a good sign.  But unfortunately, he never commented at all.  Never since
that first night.  So I got an idea.  I needed a "wardrobe malfunction."  I
practiced on an old pair of underwear in my room.  I used a scissors to
snip a line in the crotch just below my butt crack.  I sat down, bent over,
pulled a leg to my chest, but not until I did a squat, did I hear a rip.  I
looked in the mirror and didn't see much – just a small tear.  After a
few more tries and 3 pairs of underwear later, I perfected the exact place
to snip and the exact squat to riiiip half way up my butt crack.  It was
loud too!  Now, to do it in front of dad.

It was Saturday morning when I had my chance.  Mom was going to the outlets
with her lady friends which gave dad and me the whole morning together.  I
was up early.  I heard mom leave.  Should I go in dad's room and do the
puppy thing?  I never did that when it was just dad.  I was trying to
decide what would get me closer to my goal.  I guess my naked butt crack
was better.  I didn't have a choice – I heard a knocking on my bedroom
door and dad popped his head in.

"Pancakes for breakfast?" he asked.

"With chocolate chips?" I inquired.

"Sure.  We have to find them.  Where does your mother keep them?" he asked.

I wasn't sure so I offered "I dunno, but if we have them, I'll find them."
Finally, a legitimate reason to be `looking for something!'  I had a good
idea where they were but planned on looking in other places too.

My dad smiled adding, "Hurry up.  Mom already made the batter so as soon as
the pan is hot, I'm pouring."

I wish I had the guts to just jump out of bed right at that moment.  I was
naked with a morning piss hard on.  I wish my dad would come over and whip
my covers off exposing my naked body.  But instead, he closed my door and
walked down the hall.  I quickly got out of bed and walked right into the
hall hoping he'd catch me on my way to the bathroom.  I never did this
before, besides the times I streaked all around the house when nobody was
home.  Unfortunately, I heard dad downstairs getting the frying pan out.
It took forever to get my wiener to let piss through but I finally relaxed
enough to empty my bladder.  By the time I made it back to my room, I was
only semi hard so I was able to slide on my tight undies with the strategic
tear snipped into the crotch.  I was careful not to rip them further by
putting them on.  I could feel the opening, so I double checked in the
mirror.  The snip was not visible so everything was good to go!

Since it was morning, it wasn't hot in the house.  So I wasn't sure how I'd
answer my dad if he asked why I was only wearing my undies without a shirt.
These were decorated with Buzz Lightyear.  He was looking in the fridge
when I entered the kitchen.  Once he found the butter, he looked at me.

"You're really becoming a show off," he said.  Suddenly I felt exposed and
out of place.  I just shrugged my shoulders.

"You're growing up so fast," he added.  His statements told me he was
looking at me and noticing me.  He seemed nervous.  So was I.  I decided to
play along and flexed my nonexistent biceps.

"When you were little, you used to run around naked.  Your mother couldn't
keep you from getting undressed.  She'd put clothes on you and you'd strip
out of them minutes later," he said looking away into the corner of the
kitchen.

"How old was I?" I asked, not remembering me being so bold.  But I guess
back then, it wasn't bold, it was being comfortable.

"I think it started when you were three.  Until about four, four and a
half.  We were worried you'd be doing it in kindergarten class!" he
explained.

"I don't remember that," I honestly said.

"You were just doing what felt good.  It's common for little boys and girls
to be like that.  That boy next store was the same way... you and him
played naked together," he said.

I must have turned white.  He knows about me and Arnie?  Who told him?  I
know Arnie wouldn't have.  Was it Michael?  Did he tell him everything?
What was I going to say now?

"What was his name?  Oh, Toby.  We just made sure by the time you both went
to school, you were not still doing it," he added.

Holy crap – he's talking about Toby who lived in the house next door
before Arnie and his family moved in.  I wonder if we played naughty
together.  I really don't remember this except a kiddie pool in the back
yard.  For some reason, a memory flashed in my mind about splashing naked
in a kiddie pool.

"How'd you make sure we stopped playing naked?" I wondered.

"We read a few websites.  That's how we knew it was so common.  They
suggested we buy soft, bright clothing that you really showed an interest
in.  For you, it was a lot of clothing with characters from the cartoons
you watched.  Like those you're wearing now.  I haven't seen them in
years," he said staring right at my crotch.

"Yea, they're a few years old," I added looking down.  This explains why so
many of my old clothing was full of these dumb characters.  "I think I'll
be too big for them soon," I snickered thinking about Arnie's big cock
hoping mine will be that big.

"Well, better find those chips.  I'll be pouring the batter soon," dad
reminded me why we were in the kitchen to begin with.  He seemed nervous
again.

I thought how much better my plan would be now that we talked about my
underwear being so old and me growing out of them.  I couldn't have
scripted this better!  I started opening a few cabinets and drawers looking
for the chips.  They weren't where I thought they were so this time, my
search for something was for real – not just an excuse to parade around
in my underwear.  I doubted they were in any bottom cabinets since mom only
stored pots, pans and storage containers down there.  But my plan required
squatting so I had to look there.  The first cabinet, I just slowly brought
my ass down testing the material.  I felt them stretching, but no
additional tear.  I thought about backing out of my plan.  Would it be too
obvious that I set up the whole thing?  He's going to notice that I'm
looking in cabinets where we never store food!  I decided to give it only
one more try.  Cabinet two, I decided to thrust a bit harder on my way down
and `riiiiipp!"  Whoops, that was louder than I planned.  I immediately
looked at my dad who was looking at me – at my underwear.  I stood up
and put my hand on my rear and felt skin.  Oh my God, my plan worked!  Why
was I so freaked out?  This is what I wanted to happen!  There was no
turning back now though!  I think I turned really red – I was truly
embarrassed!

"Whoops!" I said while giggling nervously.

"I think you're right when you said you've out grown those underwear," he
said.  "Feel kind of breezy down there?"

Wow – he's joking about it.  He's not mad!  When I planned this, I
feared that he'd get mad and send me to my room to put on `real clothes.'
I couldn't form words, I was so giddy that I was standing in front of my
dad in ripped underwear with my butt practically hanging out.  I just
giggled.  It was a nervous giggle but dad thought I found the situation
funny.

"What's so funny?  I should be the one laughing – you're the guy with
the hole in his pants.  Turn around, let me see."  Oh my God, he's asking
to see my ass.

I quickly turned around and tried to twist so I could see what he was
seeing.  The tear didn't go straight up my crack.  It started there and
then curved over half way up my right ass cheek.

"It's not so bad.  But I don't suggest you wear these to gym class or
anything," he went on.

"I don't wear any of my cartoon undies to school."

"Yea, I guess that would be ammunition for your classmates to poke fun."
He paused a bit I assume because he was remembering back to his own gym
class locker room.  "But don't worry, the Miller family has nothing to
worry about down there.  Once they see that, you'll be the one poking fun
of..." he stopped himself from finishing the sentence.  I don't think he
planned on having this talk with me today.  Did he just admit that he has a
big wiener?  Is he suggesting I'm gonna have one too?  He looked
embarrassed.  I thought I'd rescue him.

"Did you see the chips in the fridge?  Mom puts chocolate in the fridge in
the summer," I suddenly remembered while walking to the fridge.  I pushed
my ass cheek out hoping it would be sexy to my dad.  I have no idea if it
positioned it as I pictured it in my mind.  I found the chips and handed
them to my dad who smiled at me.  His eyes went from my face, then down my
body until he looked away.

"If you want to change, these won't take long," he offered.  I was proud at
how quickly I thought of my answer.  "If I get rid of these cartoon undies,
I may get bored and start running around naked again," I said while looking
right at the side of his face judging his reaction.  He paused for like
five seconds before he answered.

"I bet your mother would appreciate the reduction in laundry," he quipped.
"But those things are so tiny I don't think they'd make that much of a
difference."

We both looked down at my underwear but neither spoke.  I think dad was
regretting saying what he was thinking.  I was shocked he didn't reject my
comment about running around naked.

The first pancake was finished and I sat on a stool at the dinette counter.
Soon dad joined me with his own and we ate.  Me in my torn underwear.  Dad
in his full pajamas.  As if this was totally normal in our house.  After a
few minutes, Dad got up to make a second pancake for us both.  I took
advantage of the alone time to reach back and pull the fabric of my undies
at the tear.  The riiipp sound was louder than I planned.  Dad didn't look
over.  I pulled again – this time coughing when I pulled.  They tore
very easily – this time all the way up to the band!  I couldn't stand to
inspect because dad was bringing over our second pancakes.  I could feel
the wood of the stool on my ass.  I was very exposed.

"Don't tell your mom about this.  She won't be happy that you eat breakfast
sitting on her stool bare assed," he finally spoke.

"It's not like I do this every morning.  I would never be like this if Mom
was here," I pointed out.

"Oh, only I get the pleasure of seeing you walking around in tight old
underwear that rips when you bend over?" he asked with a very nervous
laugh.  I think he was trying to poke fun, but I sense there was also some
truth in his statement.  A confession maybe?  I hoped so.

"Hey, I can't help if this family is so poor that we can't afford new
underwear for their poor little son.  That he has to wear old holy ones
until they bust at the seams," I said while standing to display my hole.

I think we were both shocked when I stood.  My additional tearing was
obvious because ¾ of my ass was now on display.  I twisted around to
look but Dad had no trouble seeing my `cute little ass.'  Well, Arnie calls
it that.  I hoped Dad liked what he saw.  He gave no direction for me to
cover it up.  In fact, I helped him clean up and wash dishes – all with
my ass exposed.  He had to be looking.  I made every attempt to face away
from him so he could see it without me catching him.  Even though
everything couldn't have gone smoother with my plan, I really was nervous
this entire time.  I was not only trying to expose myself to my dad, but
also to measure his reaction to me being exposed.  I didn't even think
about it at that time, but my anxiety prevented me from getting a hard on.

We were finally done when he said, "Go get dressed, we're going to
Martin's."  Martin's was a department store down town.  My parents didn't
like going to the mall.  I think they bought everything we owned at
Martin's.

I didn't close my bedroom door when I went up to change.  I looked at my
ass in my mirror and was impressed with my tear.  It was exactly as I
planned.  There was no way Dad couldn't have seen it.  The fact that he
didn't object was a great sign.  I started to get hard thinking about him
looking at me.  I hoped he would catch me naked with a hard on but he
stayed in his bedroom with the door closed.  I even walked in the hallway
naked and hard.  I heard water running in his bathroom so I knew I wasn't
going to get caught, even though I wanted to.  I finally went back to my
bedroom and stood at the window naked.  I couldn't tell if Arnie was in his
room.  It's hard to see during the day.  I didn't know if he could see me
either.  I doubt he was sitting there looking so I pulled out my favorite
pair of basketball shorts and tank top.

"Hurry up," I heard from the hallway, then footsteps on the stairs.  Did
Dad see me naked?  He walks past my room to get to the stairs.  Did he look
in?


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