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A few weeks back, I had decided to take the day off to catch up on some
chores around the house. It was also close to my son's birthday and I had
purchased some tickets for him and I to go to a baseball game that evening.
My son is growing fast; his height is now 5'9, a full six inches taller
than a year ago. He has beautiful sandy blond hair that he keeps short on
the sides but long on top. His voice is starting to crackle and his
sideburns are showing a little more thickness and color than your typical
boy `peach fuzz.' He excels at baseball and soccer and loves his
skateboard. He wears baggy pants a lot of the time and has that cute boy
look that the girls love. He has lots of friends, including a few girls,
but no real girlfriend, yet. He's a great k** and still thinks the world
of me, even though he is a typical teen!
I was down in my shop when, around 2:45, I heard my son opening the front
door upstairs. He was returning home from school and his bus drops him off
a block or so from where we live. I didn't pay too much attention to him
since I was busy doing some reading for an upcoming project. His growing
body tromped up the stairs and I could tell he was headed for his room. He
soon had a CD playing louder than it should have been and water was running
for the shower he was always taking these days. It dawned on me that this
was probably the reason our water and gas bills had increased so over the
past few months. I wrapped up what I was doing and headed upstairs to give
him the news about the game we were going to tonight.
The door to his room was open and it then occurred to me that he wasn't
aware that I was home. The hallway leading to the bedrooms of our house is
dark without a light on. His booming stereo masked any sound of my
presence. I was about to head into his room when I stopped short. There,
in full view, was my naked son, still drying himself off from his shower.
I respect his privacy so I decided to not barge in on him but I was more
than curious about how things were developing on his still boyish but
transitioning body. I stood there in the shadows and wondered what kind of
show I would get to see. I was not to be disappointed!
My son's room has a nice full-length mirror, the type you use to dress
with. As soon as he finished drying off, he stood in front of the mirror
and struck several `Mr. Universe' type poses, showing off to himself his
still developing muscles. Oh yes, I had to admire his penis. It was a
long hanger in its flaccid state, not much different than mine. My wife
and I decided to leave it intact at birth so it was hard to compare it to
mine, though. My parents, in collusion with my pediatrician, had me
mutilated, like most boys born in 1958. This was something I was not going
to put my son through. If he wanted to be cut, he would be the one to
decide. His enlarging nuts were hanging loose in a supple skinned scrotum,
still hairless. He was becoming a man as evidenced by the darkening pubic
brush beginning to grow above the base of his beautiful package. I have to
admit it kind of turned me on to see him this way. I remember with
fascination my own coming of age and how the feelings and the sensations
originating from my growing testes and thickening penis turned me on. What
happened next made me down right hard.
His hazel eyes soon focused downward and I could tell he was becoming
engrossed with that nice cock of his. His hand was soon cupping his nuts
and he spent a few seconds alternatively cupping and yanking them. Sure
enough, I could see the first signs of his penis hardening. It bobbed with
his heartbeat and soon he was flexing it, filling it with more of his
boiling-hot teen blood. His dark red, almost purple, cock-head started to
poke out of its foreskin `shell.' He took his hand and slowly worked his
foreskin back, totally exposing a nice mushroom, just like mine. Damn, if
his penis wasn't longer than mine erect! He must have inherited the long
penis genes from his mother's side of the family. I'm by no means small,
but his 6 and 1/2 inches beats my 6" easy. It had a nice slender shaft and
a stiff upward curve that pointed it more towards his head than mine did.
He would turn from side to side admiring his prize package reflecting back
to him from the mirror. He experimented by rolling his foreskin back as
far as it would go and then pulling it out and over his swollen cock-head.
He pranced and made thrusting motions with his hips all timed with the beat
of the music playing from his stereo. I was going out of my mind watching
this. I had to unzip and let things out.
He went over to his bed and laid down on his back, legs `spread eagle.' He
went to work on his teen pride by taking his right hand, thumb and
forefinger towards the root and started to stroke, unevenly at first. His
left hand was busy caressing the family jewels. He let out several sighs
and rested for a few seconds before beginning again. Smart k**, he knows
how to delay his orgasm. He knows how to slow things down, the mark of a
superior masturbater and I knew then he must have been practicing this for
some time.
When he was much younger, my wife and I never embarrassed him when he would
get an erection. We taught him to love his penis but there is a time and a
place for `playing.' We encouraged and allowed him to get naked in his
room by himself with the door closed. I was never embarrassed by the
inevitable questions he had as a toddler when waking me up on weekend
mornings and pointing and smiling with admiration at my morning `hard-on.'
My son was doing nothing different than I had done as a k** and I was
extremely proud and pleased I was getting the chance to observe the show he
was unknowingly giving me. The joy I felt boiling up from my own nuts made
me appreciate the fact that the c***d I produced along with my wife, my own
flesh and blood, was now ready to produce c***dren of his own.
He was squirming now and I loved how he moaned with each delightful thrust
of his hand. His foreskin slipped over and back, over and back, across his
glistening cock-head. He had a copious amount of precum flowing by now.
His hand was jerking to the solid beat of the music,
stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke, and one-two-three-four. The k** knows how to
be erotic! He is going to make a future partner very happy sexually. He
grabs his tightening nuts and pulls. He lets out a muffled scream and the
cum is flying! The first contraction produces a shot that lands beside his
head on the pillow. After an agonizing (for him and me) couple of seconds,
he lets loose with more shots, this time in rapid succession, the majority
of the creamy, white stuff landing on his hairless chest, the last of it
dribbling out and filling the depression of his navel.
After a minute or two, the afterglow wears off and he is looking for the
box of tissues to clean up. I decide this is a good time to split and I
leave him to clean up. I move quietly downstairs and out the front door
where I wait for a few minutes before re-entering and announcing that `I'm
home.' I call out his name and he comes downstairs to meet me. He doesn't
realize it, but his face is still blushed with the telltale evidence of
what he just did, just like mine gets after a good orgasm. I love how he
acted as if nothing has just happened! I show him the tickets.
"Happy Birthday, k**do."
I won't let him know what I saw, at least not for now. I love him too much
and I remember how I was as a horny teen. As we head off for the game, I
begin look at him a little differently, one of respect because he is
becoming the man I was hoping he would become.
"I love you, son."
"I love you, too, dad. Thanks."
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