Date: Thu, 23 Jun 2011 01:14:51 +1030
From: Scott Grey <scottgrey08@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Watching My Son

I wake up in the middle of the night, disoriented and in need of the
bathroom. I pull the thin sheet that's draped over the lower half of my body
away and prop myself into a sitting position. Swinging my legs out of bed, I
glance over at the alarm clock on the bedside table. Almost 1am. I haven't
even been asleep for very long. With a yawn, I manage to get myself up on
my feet, and stretch. I run my hand over my bare chest for a moment,
rubbing feeling back into my sleep-starved body.

The night is warm, so there was no need to wear much to bed, just a pair of
plain black boxers. I look down at the slight tent that's present there, caused
by my state of semi-arousal. I try to think if I'd been having any dreams, but
can't focus my thoughts. I give myself a quick squeeze, before heading to
the bedroom door. Only, the door isn't there. That can't be right. I place my
hands on the wall, and rest my forehead against it, trying to figure out where
the doorway could have gone.

Oh, right. My bedroom door isn't there because this isn't my bedroom. Yes.
I'm on vacation, staying in a holiday apartment with my son, Sam, and his
boyfriend, Casey. Everything comes back to me now. I spin around and
head to the ensuite bathroom, close to where I had been trying to get through
the wall. I'm glad no one was around to see that momentary lapse of
intelligence. I'm alone because my wife died when Sam was very young,
courtesy of a drunk-driver. It's just been the two of us ever since, and for
much of the last year, Casey too.

I haven't been completely alone for all these years, but I decided against
ever having a long-term girlfriend again, instead leaving a string of one
night stands behind me, whenever I get the urge. I'm much happier focusing
my attention on my son, making sure he doesn't miss out on a thing, not
having a mother. The one good thing to come from her death is that Sam
and I have a great relationship. He never hides anything from me, tells me
everything and never hesitates to ask me about anything that might be on his
mind.

I made a point to always be completely honest with him, so that he would
always feel comfortable coming to me. And he did. He was never
embarrassed to ask me about things like puberty, girls, masturbation and
sex, evening asking me if I could buy him some condoms, for when he was
going to have sex for the first time. Before he met Casey, he'd been
exclusively into girls. He'd had a few relationships with girls that had lasted
a few months each. He'd been the one to end them all, though. But he could
never really put into words why. His girlfriends had all been nice enough,
and he'd assured me the sex was fantastic, which, I'd admitted, I could
already tell, since the walls of our house aren't the thickest, and Sam isn't
the quietest boy in the world. The best he could come up with was he'd
never been able to connect with any of them, beyond a physical level.

And then Casey had transferred to his school, just after he'd started 11th
grade. Sam was instantly smitten with him, and had come home from school
that day, telling me all about the boy whose name he hadn't even known. It
didn't take long for Sam to strike up a friendship with him, which had
always been so easy for him. Being such a confident, happy young man, he
was never short of friends. The fact he was attractive didn't hurt either, I'm
sure. As their friendship grew, so too did Sam's feelings for him, which he'd
put on the line one night when he admitted to Casey how he felt. Luckily for
him, Casey felt the same and their relationship had blossomed, with the two
of them becoming inseparable.

They kept their relationship secret to the world, though. Sam said he was
happy to come out, but Casey was worried how his parents would react, not
to mention the other kids in their class. So they'd decided to keep it between
the two of them. And me, of course. Casey had been nervous around me to
start with, once Sam told him I already knew about their relationship, but I
did my best to put him at ease and eventually he'd become more relaxed,
enough to be comfortable with Sam kissing him in front of me.

So after that, Casey had pretty much become a permanent fixture of our
house, where they're free to do whatever. Hug, kiss, hold hands. Make up
for time lost at school, Sam said, where he finds it so hard to keep his hands
off Casey, especially when other guys openly kiss their girlfriends.
Sometimes they retreat to Sam's room for more privacy. I don't need to
know what goes on in there, but I have a fairly good idea.

When I floated the idea of taking a vacation by Sam, he was initially excited
by the idea, but then he'd looked troubled. Realizing if we went away, he'd
have to leave Casey behind. I knew he'd have this reaction, so I was already
planning on inviting Casey to come with us. Still, I'd be lying if I said I
didn't enjoy Sam offering to do extra chores, make dinner every night for a
month, wash my car for a whole year, if I'd just let Casey come with us. I'd
told Sam, of course Casey was coming with us, but dinner every now and
then would be nice.

So here we are, after an extremely long drive, full of music, car games and
general chit chat, staying in a two bedroom apartment, up on the top floor of
a 5 storey building, right across the road from the beach. The boys are in
heaven, being keen swimmers they've been spending pretty much every day
down on the sand and in the water. Sam is especially happy, since Casey is
comfortable enough for a little public display of affection.

After emptying my bladder, I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, taking
in my reflection. I look terrible. Some people are blessed enough to look
flawless when they wake up. Not me. My short black hair is matted to my
head in some spots, and sticking up in others, my green eyes looked glazed
over, with dark circles underneath. And I haven't shaved for a couple of
days, so the stubble adds to the whole disheveled look. It's time's like these
I feel older than I am. Having a 17 year old son does that to me too
sometimes. Sam came along when I was only 18 years old myself. I had
freaked out a little at the news, but the second he was born all my fears
evaporated. Good thing, too, since it was only 2 years later his mother died.

I straighten up in the mirror, shaking the thoughts from my head, examining
my body. On a regular day, once I've had a proper nights sleep, I'm quite
attractive. Not to sound full of myself or anything. I stay in shape by
working out almost every day, getting into the gym when I can. I absent-
mindedly trace the outline of my abs with my fingers, letting a small smile
form on my face. I keep this up for a few minutes, before I decide I need a
drink before heading back to bed. I'm not fond of drinking water straight
from a tap, so a trip to the kitchen is in order.

Leaving the ensuite, I make my way slowly down the hallway towards the
kitchen, passing Sam and Casey's room. It's got two single beds in it, but I
don't believe for a second that both beds are actually being used. The room
is quiet as I pass, so I figure they both must be asleep. It's not til I get to the
end of the hallway and start to turn the corner that I hear a noise. I step into
the lounge room. Just to the left is the small kitchen area. Directly ahead of
me is the balcony. That's when I see them.

Sam and Casey. On the balcony. Completely naked. Having sex.  I
instinctively duck back round the corner, hoping they didn't see me. Not
something I was expecting to stumble onto in the middle of the night. I tell
myself to go back to my room, go back to bed, leave them to it. But another
part of me wants to stay, to have another look. No surprises what part that is.
As if to prove it's in control, my cock starts stiffening in my boxers.

Making sure I stay in the shadows, I slowly move back to the corner and
stick my head round. They've got the outdoor light switched on, but it's not
bright, casting a soft glow over the two of them. There are no other
buildings nearby, so they don't need to worry about being seen. Sam is
sitting on one of the long padded deck chairs, with the back at about a 45
degree angle. Casey is straddling his hips, both hands planted on Sam's
chest. The position of the chair gives me a perfect view of the two of them
form the side.

So many conflicting thoughts are running through my head. This is my son.
I'm watching my son and his boyfriend, in a private, intimate moment. Not
only that, but I'm rock hard. Is it just from the pure voyeurism of watching
two people having sex? Or is it because one of them is my son, and I know
how wrong it is to be watching him? I close my eyes and try to push the
thoughts away, I'll deal with the guilt later.

I open my eyes, to take in the scene before me once again. Casey has a
steady rhythm going, slightly raising and lowering his body with a circular
motion while Sam guides him with his hands on his hips. His movements
cause soft moans to escape from both their lips and because it's such a still,
quiet night, the sound carries easily.  Sam runs his hand up and down
Casey's sides, caressing his sleek athletic frame, while Casey's thumbs
gently massage Sam's nipples.

Both boys are on the school's swim team, so it comes as no surprise to me
that they've both got incredible bodies, having seen the two of them clad in
nothing more than a pair of Speedos many times in the past. What does
come as a surprise though is the size of Casey's cock. Having never seen
him fully naked before, I had no idea he was packing such a monster in his
pants. From my position across the room, my best estimate would be that
he's got to be close to a full 8 inches.

From the number of times I've seen Sam naked at home, either walking
back to his room from the shower, since nudity isn't really an issue for us, or
from the few times I've accidentally walked in on him masturbating, I know
his cock sits at about 6.5 inches, a good, decent size, especially for a boy his
age. But next to Casey, he'd be dwarfed. Hell, I'd be dwarfed next to Casey,
being only about half an inch bigger than Sam myself. You'd think with a
cock that size, he'd be the dominant one, but that role falls to Sam.

Thinking about it, if you were to meet Sam and Casey for the first time and
they told you they were a couple, just by looking at them you'd assume
Casey was the 'man' of the relationship. With his dark brown hair he keeps
cut short, his natural tan coloured skin, and strong jaw line, he looks the way
you'd picture when you think of men in general. Sam, on the other hand,
likes keeping his black hair shaggy to the point where it would definitely
cover his eyes if he didn't keep it swept to the side, his skin is lighter in
complexion compared to Casey and his soft facial features keep him looking
boyish. So for people to see them the way I'm seeing them now, it would
probably come as a shock.

Watching them now, I'm fascinated with the way Casey's cock sticks
straight out from his body, almost completely horizontally. It makes a
change from the way mine, and Sam's, stick straight up, almost coming to a
rest against our stomachs. I watch as it bounces up and down with the
movement of his body. Almost transfixed, I let my hand slip into my boxers,
grasping my own cock and gently begin to stroke.

Sam slides his hands down Casey's body to his hips, and then moves them
around so that he's cupping his ass. Slowly, he starts to lift Casey up and
away from his waist and there it is, my sons cock. Clad in a condom, it's
hard as a rock, looking just a bit bigger than the last time I saw it and I
watch as it slips free of Casey, slapping against his stomach. He continues to
lift Casey, pushing him into a kneeling position, and then he pulls Casey
closer to him, while he starts to lean forward.

I watch as Sam flashes a grin up at Casey, before wrapping his lips around
the head of his cock. This is a new image for me, my son with another guys
cock in his mouth. Casey grabs the back of the chair with both hands, letting
out a sigh of pleasure as Sam begins to work as much of his cock into his
mouth as possible. He doesn't choke, so it's obvious that this isn't the first
time he's done this. As if I had any doubt.

Sam moves his head back and forth along Casey's cock, sometimes taking
his mouth away, to run his tongue over the tip, before plunging his lips
around it again and taking it in as far as he can. I have to admit, I'm pretty
impressed with his ability. Lesser guys would be gagging on it. Casey
moans with delight as Sam starts to move more rapidly. While Casey moves
his hips back and forth, Sam lets his right hand slip down Casey's ass, down
the back of his leg and then he reaches across to grab his own cock, lying
hard and neglected.

Sam starts to work his fist up and down his shaft, gliding with ease over his
condom. I increase my own pace, blown away by how turned on I am by all
of this. I feel like I could easily shoot my load right now, but I want to wait.
To time it so I climax with them. I hear Sam moan, though the sound is
muffled by Casey's cock. Casey has straightened up now, gripping Sam's
head in his hands, letting his fingers run through his mass of hair, tilting his
own head back as Sam continues devouring his cock.

"I'm close, Sammy, oh god I'm close" I hear Casey whisper. Sam lets Casey
slip out of his mouth, as he starts to lower himself back down to Sam's
waiting cock. Sam holds it steady while Casey positions himself, easing
down on to it. Once settled, he starts to lean right back, bracing himself on
his arms, with his hands near Sam's feet.

"You ready?" asks Sam. Casey nods in reply, and Sam starts to slowly thrust
his hips up into Casey. His cock, sticking straight out like a flag pole, begins
to bounce around again, as Sam starts to move faster. Casey closes his eyes,
his muscles tense as he takes my sons pounding. Sam moans louder now,
beyond caring if anyone can hear him. They're sounds I'm quite familiar
with. Casey's moans join Sam's, as Sam reaches for Casey's cock with his
hand, jerking it up and down, bringing him ever closer to an orgasm.

"Oh man, oh man, oh... oh fuck!" Casey cries, giving in to his desire. Sam
lets go of his cock, so he can use his arms to give himself better leverage as
he mercilessly fucks Casey as hard as he can. The noise they're making is so
loud now, I could probably call out to them and they wouldn't even hear me.

"Fuck Sam, I'm..I'm" Casey starts but it's no use, his speech is overtaken by
moans as he shoots his load. It's quite a sight to behold. His cock flailing
wildly in the air from Sam's fucking, causing his thick ropes of cum to go
flying all over the place, splashing down on his chest, on Sam's chest, o the
chair, on the ground, I'm pretty sure some even lands in Sam's hair.

Sam's movements become desperate now, fucking with every last ounce of
energy he's got. I can see all his muscles tighten up and I know he's seconds
away from cumming. The reality hits me, I'm about to watch my son have
an orgasm, something I never thought I'd see in a million years.

"I'm gonna blow, Case" he grunts, thrusting as deeply as he can. He throws
his head back and lets out a long loud cry of pleasure as he finally blows his
load, deep inside Casey's ass. And that's all the time I need, as I completely
let go and feel myself gushing inside my boxers. I bite down on my lip to
stop myself from making any noise as I let the pleasure wash over me. I feel
my hot cum, coating my hand, my cock slick with it as I continue stroking,
milking every last drop, making this moment last as long as I can.

Sam still has his head back, his mouth hanging open as his body continues
bucking up into Casey. Both boys are covered in sweat, Sam especially.
Droplets cascade down his body, mixing with Casey's cum. Casey pushes
himself back up so he's sitting upright again, before lifting himself off Sam
and lying down on his side next to him. As Sam tries to catch his breath,
Casey picks up his softening cock and starts to pull the condom off, now
swollen with cum.

"Quite a load" Casey smiles and Sam let's out an exhausted laugh, wiping
sweat from his forehead. Cum drips out from the bottom of the condom as
Casey yanks it off, leaving Sam's cock slick with his juice. Instead of
dropping it to the ground, Casey places it along Sam's chest, drawing a
questioning look from him. Casey just shrugs and both boys start to laugh,
before Sam plants his mouth on Casey's, pulling him into a passionate kiss.
Casey climbs back on top of him, stretching out along his length, their
chests pressed together, once again getting lost in each other.

I decide this is a good time to leave, slowly making my way back up the hall
to my bedroom. I step into the ensuite, closing the door behind me and
discard my soaking boxers on the floor. I grab a couple of tissues and wipe
up the cum, from my cock, my balls and my thighs. I look into the mirror, at
the reflection of a man who just watched his son have sex. Not only that, but
got off on it too, big time. I know it was the wrong thing to do, but at the
same time, it felt so right. Mixed in with the feelings of guilt, I can feel a
twinge of pride, for my son, for the pleasure he felt and for the pleasure he
gave to Casey. For the fine young man he's grown into.

I leave the ensuite and climb back into bed, slipping under the covers naked.
I replay the night in my head and can already feel myself getting hard again.
I let my hand wander under the sheet and absent-mindedly fondle myself.
I'm not going to feel bad about watching him. I'm going to pretend like it
never happened. Except for the times when I'm alone in my bed, with
nothing but my thoughts for company.