Date: Tue, 09 Sep 2008 11:11:05 -0400
From: punkzunk@verizon.net
Subject: Catching Dennis

Being a latchkey kid gave Dennis at least a couple of hours of solitary
pleasure when he got home from school.  As a fourteen year old he was
forbidden to use the computer in his parents room - the one downstairs had
been secured against 'adult' sites, and that was where he did his homework,
emailed his friends, programmed his snapshots and checked out the latest
tunes.  For almost a year now he had rushed home from school to sneak into
Mom and Dad's room, flip on their computer and pleasure himself in marathon
jerkoff sessions as he flipped from picture previews to movie previews with
increasing intensity.  The pictures of college boys fucking college girls
were his mainstay, but he more and more found himself looking just at the
guys.  The sight of their spread ass cheeks - upturned, open and exposed
and grownup-hairy - enthralled him with rear views of relentless fucking,
plowing, riding the nameless, faceless girls beneath them.  The tightening
of their manly assholes as they came thrilled him, and he fantasized what
it would be like to lick those tight, secret, forbidden places as their
climax made them throb and tighten.  His pants were halfway down, stroking
feverishly while he watched - reaching up under his shirt to touch and
pinch his budding adolescent chest nipples - and he feverishly whispered
out loud his nastiest, dirtiest desires as if the boy in the picture were
right there - 'please, dude - please let me lick your shitter, let me lick
and taste your crap hole, please dude... I'm begging for it, dude... make
me do it, dude...  Ummm ' This fantasy had become so intense lately that he
discovered other ways to add to the reality of it - for about a week he had
taken his father's sweaty socks and aromatic boxershorts out of their
laundry hamper - smelling them with deep whiffs as his horny masturbation
got hotter and hotter.  He pretended that these were the underclothes of
the hot college jock humping on the screen.  His eyes would half-close as
he fingered and wanked and whispered out loud: 'Oh, dude... oh, thanks,
dude - just the smell of your feet, your sweat, the crack of your ass that
spread into the seat of these boxers all day...  oh, man...  I know I'm a
perv, I know I'm a homo, I know you should punch me for this sick-ass dirty
habit, dude...  oh...  oh, let me lick your shithole, dude... let me lick
your...  '

He was startled as the open door behind him suddenly closed and he stopped
his wanking quickly, turning around to see his mother standing there,
looking at him.

'Mom!'

'Dennie - well... '

'What are you...  ?'

'I left work early.  I told them I had a headache, but I really wanted to
find out just what you'd been doing every afternoon.  You know that this
filthy stuff stays on the memory of the computer, don't you?  I've known
that you were masturbating to pictures, but I never imagined...  hmm.  Why
did you stop?'

'I...  I didn't mean to...  '

'Don't lie to me.  I heard you talking to yourself, I heard the nasty
things you were saying while you indulged in your filthy habit - the cuss
words - what were they?  Crap-hole.  Shitter.  Smelling your - what do you
have there?  Is that... '

'... from - from the hamper in the closet...  '

'Let me see those.  Your father's sweat socks, his undershorts too.  Do you
think about your father while you act out your perversion?  Dennie...  '

'No, Mom - not Dad, Mom.  I think - I think they belong to this guy in the
picture as I...  '

'Masturbate.  Wank your weenie.  Jack off - what do you call it?  What's
your name for this habit of yours?'

'It's...  wanking, I guess.'

'Wanking.  I see' She pulled the small chair from her dressing table over
behind where he was sitting, and sat there looking at him.

'So why did you stop?'

'I don't know.  I thought, well... '

'You were ashamed, weren't you?  You knew you were being a bad boy and you
knew that you'd been caught.  You're fourteen now, Dennis - you're acting
out what most boys your age think about, did you know that?'

'No...  '

'Well you know now.  At your age masturbation is normal, young man - but
this... this nastiness, this talking to yourself, this abuse of your
father's clothing from the dirty-clothes hamper...  that is NOT normal.
What are you touching under your shirt while you wank - tell me.  Here,
open your shirt for me and turn around to face me...  no- don't pull up
your pants, young man, don't pull them up.  I want to see what you're
doing.'

His face reddened with an embarassment that he'd never imagined or
experienced before.  His eyes remained downcast - he couldn't look directly
at his mother - the shame was intense and paralyzing, and his limp penis
would have seemed to almost shrink and dissapear if it wasn't normally so
long.

'You can't look at me, can you.  Well, just what are you fingering under
your shirt while you wank?  Is it....  this?'

Her fingers gently grasped his chest nipples.  They stood out rigid and
hard under her touch, and she slowly rolled them back and forth between her
fingertips.

'So, your teenage titties are sensitive, aren't they?'

He was shocked at her use of that word.

'Nothing to be bothered about, Dennis - I know how titties can be
sensitive.  I know how good they can feel when you're wanking and touching
them.  Mine are sensitive too.  When you were a baby and were nursing,
sometimes I would get...  yes, it's normal for titties to be so sensitive
on boys and girls alike.  Did you know that?'

'... no...  '  The arousing pressure from her fingers was making his penis
expand and harden, no matter how much he tried to stop it from becoming a
boner.  God, this was so embarassing...  how come he couldn't stop getting
so excited.  Her fingertips increased their pressure and gave a slight
twist to his erect nipples.

'This is making you feel naughty, isn't it, Dennis?'  Her voice got sharper
- 'I asked you a question.  When your titties are aroused they make your
weenie get hard, don't they?'

'Yes...  '

'Say - yes, Mommy.'

He hadn't called her Mommy for at least a couple of years.  She pinched
tighter and twisted.  'Say it - say yes, Mommy.'

'Yes...  Mommy.... '

'Say touching my titties makes my weenie get hard, Mommy'

'Touching... touching my titties makes my weenie get hard...  Mommy.'

'Yes, Dennis - I can see that.'

His adolescent boner was throbbing now, pulsing with an excitement that
he'd never known or even imagined.

'Look at that weenie of yours - so big and nasty and shameful.  Right in
front of your mother...  how does this make you feel, Dennis?'

'...  embarrassed...  '

'Embarrassed, Mommy.  Naughty and embarrassed.'

'... naughty and embarrassed....  Mommy.'

There was silence for a moment.

'... as well it should, young man.  But you haven't finished, have you?  If
I send you to your room right now, you'll just be wanking your weenie in a
matter of minutes, Dennis, I know that.  And I'm not going to allow it to
happen that way.  So - turn back and look at the screen.  I'll sit here
behind you, but I want your eyes on that screen and your hand on your
erection.  Now!'

He reluctantly turned around and stared at the screen.  There was a picture
of a college-age jock stud with his naked ass upturned and in full view.

'Wank your weenie, Dennis.  Wank it now or I will have your father deal
with you on this matter when he gets home, understand?  Wank!'

He started to slowly masturbate, stroking up and down, his eyes glued to
the picture on ther screen.  Then he gasped as he felt her hands reach
around from in back of him and his nipples were being fingered.

'Wank your weenie, bad boy.  Show Mommy just how naughty you can be.  Tell
Mommy about the man in the picture, Dennie.  You like his backside?  You
like that light downy covering of hair on those tight asscheeks, Dennie?
How about his - what was it? - his craphole?  His tight, tough-boy
shithole?  What is it you'd like to do, Dennie?  Go ahead - ask him.  Beg
him.  Now!'

Dennis gulped before speaking softly.  'Let me... please let me...  '

'Please sir!'

'Please - sir - please let me kiss your...  '

'Kiss it?  Kiss it?  SAY it!'  Her fingers gave his nipples a sharp twist.

'Please... please let me lick...  '

'Lick and SNIFF, Dennis!'

'... let me lick and sniff your craphole, dude...  sir...  '

'And why do you want to do that, Dennis?  Is it because you're perverted?
Is it because you're a deviant?  Do you know what deviant means, Dennie?'

The stroking rhythm increased and his breathing got heavier as his mother's
fingers teased and pulled on his nipples.

'Answer me.'

'Yes...  Mommy.  I know what a deviant is.'

'Are you a deviant?'

'Yes, Mommy.'

'Are you a sissy?'

He'd never thought of himself that way before, but...  but...

'You do want to do nasty sex things to that dude, don't you?  Are you a
sissy-boy, Dennie?'

He half-closed his eyes and gulped, even as the intense pleasure got
stronger and stronger.  'Yes, Mommy - oh, yes.  I'm a sissy-boy, Mommy.
I...  I'm wanking my weenie, Mommy... I'm a weenie-wanker and my...  my
titties are so....  Mommy... '

'What about your titties, Dennie?  Do you have sissy-boy titties?'

'Oh, yes.  Oh, yes.  I'm...  I'm a sissy-boy wanker with...  with sissy-boy
titties...  and...  and...  oh, it's getting... '

She reached down to the floor and picked up his father's dirty shorts,
rubbing them hard in his face and speaking sharply -

'Sniff it, sissy boy.  Sniff the seat of this dude's underwear, sissy-boy.
She Mommy what a pervert you are, Dennie - sniff the other side.  See this
yellow stain?  Lick it.  Lick that Dude's piss stain, sissy-boy...  '

He feverishly did as he was told, licking the faint skid on the back and
the yellow stain on the front as she twisted one tittie with the other hand
and he...

'On, I'm...  I'm gonna... '

'Shithole sniffer!  Sissy-boy!' she whispered fiercely.

'Oh!  Oh!  Oh God!  Oh shit!  '

His teenboy cock shot gallons of thick white semen all over his mother's
hand and his hand and the computer screen.  He tried to catch his breath,
and she pulled back, standing up and brushing her hands together as if they
were covered with dirt.

'All right, Dennis - that will be all.  I want you to go up to your room
now and stay there until I call you for dinner, understand?'

'Are...  are you gonna tell Dad that...  '

'No questions, you little deviant.  Upstairs like I said.  Pull your pants
up.'

He did as he was told, his eyes looking down in shame as he walked to the
door.  As he passed the chair where she had been sitting he noticed a large
wet stain on the seat.

'But - are you gonna... '

'NOW, DENNIS!  NOW!'

He did as he was told.


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TO BE CONTINUED...

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That night at dinner Dennis sat at the dining room table with his parents.
He'd heard his father get home from work at about six-thirty even as he
obediently remained in his room.  He was ashamed of being caught
masturbating, and especially embarassed that his mother had discovered the
seriously perverted fantasies that filled his head whenever he indulged in
his beatoff habit.  More than embarassed, more than ashamed - he wondered
if he could ever look at her in the eye without remembering her harsh words
and his humiliation.  So as they ate dinner he did everything he could to
avert his eyes even as he insistently - fearfully - wondered if she'd told
his Dad about his secret after-school activities.  The conversation was no
different than it was any other evening - Dad recounting his day at work,
Mom talking about hers.  Dennis felt his face flushing as he ate slowly -
the dirty thoughts that his Mom knew about were even dirtier now as he
recalled the shame and excitement that he'd experienced that afternoon.
Remembering the feel of her fingers on his budding adolescent nipples was
something that he just couldn't erase from his mind, and his pants were now
bulging with his teenage boner so tightly confined in the too-snug briefs
that he wore underneath.  He didn't want to think about what had happened,
but he couldn't help it, couldn't control it.  He ate faster, hoping to
finish quickly so that he could excuse himself and go back to his room to
masturbate.  Wank-his-weenie, that's what Mom had called it...  God, how he
wanted to wank it right now, right this minute...

Dad's voice interrupted his filthy train of thought.  His tone was normal,
conversational, no different from any other night.

'So, Dennis - how was school today?  What time did you get home?'

The boy mumbled, feeling his face flush again.  'Three-thirty...  I guess.'

'Did you take the bus - or did you run all the way to build yourself up for
gym class?'

He couldn't answer.

Mom's voice broke the silence.  'Oh, I'm sure he couldn't wait to get home.
Any fourteen year old boy looks forward to after school.'

He still couldn't say anything, but his trouser-restrained boner was
throbbing and he knew his face was flushing even more.

'Well, I had a long day at work, and I could use a hand clearing these
dishes, Dennis.'

'Yeah - help your mother, son.  Here - take my plate...  '

His hands literally trembling with embarassment, Dennis reluctantly stood
up and walked to the head of the table to take his father's plate.  Without
looking down he knew that his erection was tautly stretching the fabric of
his pants, and he tried to casually drop his hands down in front of it.
His father pulled back in his chair.

'Here - reach over and get this' his Dad said.

Dennis tried not to think as he reached over for the plate, but he couldn't
help seeing his father's eyes staring intently at the visible evidence of
his uncontrollable excitement.  He tried to be businesslike as he piled the
bread plate on top of the dinner plate, getting the saucer and cup and the
silverware...  all the while feeling his father's intense glare and making
his face burn with shame.  Before he could finish and head for the kitchen,
Dad's voice interrupted the silence.

'Wait a minute, Dennis.  Put those dishes down.'

The boy did as he was told.

'Stand back, stand up, stand in front of me... '

He did, hanging his head and staring at the floor.  There was an
interminable silence that seemed to last forever.

'Stand back even more.  I want your mother to see this.'

Totally humiliated, he did as he was told.

His father's voice had an edge to it.  'Hmm.  That teenage erection must
feel awfully uncomfortable in those tight pants.  It does, doesn't it,
Dennis?'

'Answer your father.'

'I...  yes sir, it is...  '

'It is what?'

'My...  my...

'Say it.  Say it, Dennis.  Your penis...  '

'Yes, Dad...  My... my penis is uncomfortable...  in these tight pants... '

'As well it should be, young man.'

Both parents still sat in their chairs as they stared.  His father spoke
sharply.

'Pull down your pants.'

'W-w-what?'

His mother's voice had a no-nonsense tone too.  'Pull them down, Dennis,
show your father the kind of boy you really are.  NOW!'

The fourteen year-old's lower lip was actually trembling as he unbuckled
his belt slowly and unfastened the button at his waist, reluctantly opening
the pants wide to display the thick throbbing evidence of his shame,
unbearably restrained in the white briefs.  A small yellow stain could be
prominently seen on the underpants, and that embarrassed him even more.
His father leaned forward and grasped each side of the elastic waistband,
pulling them down with an agonizing slowness that made his young boner snap
up sharply as it was exposed.  His eyes were tightly closed, and he felt
his father's fist tightly grasp the throbbing evidence of his filthy
preoccupation, squeezing the shaft just a bit and speaking in a low voice.'

'Well, from this evidence I would say that you're undoubtedly fixated on
nasty thoughts, Dennis.  Why don't you control this disgusting display,
young man - why?  Do you have an uncontrollable...  '

'Weenie' his Mother said sharply.  'Our boy is a habitual weenie-wanker,
aren't you Dennis?  Answer!  NOW!'

His father's fist squeezed tighter, twisting the erection slowly.  'Well,
young man?'

'I-I-I ...  I wank my weenie, Dad...  '

'Daddy!' his mother corrected him.  'You what?'

'I... wank my weenie, Daddy... '

His father's hand loosened its grip.  'I see.  You're a masturbator.  Do
you masturbate every day?'

'Y-y-yes, sir.  I masturbate, Daddy ... '

'Every day?'

Dennis still couldn't look up.  'Yes, Daddy.  I masturbate... '

'You wank your weenie!' his mother sharply interrupted.  'Naughty little
boys don't masturbate - they wank their weenies, Dennis.  You wank your
weenie.  Say it.'

'I wank my weenie, Daddy.  I do it every day... '

'Once? Just once a day?'

Dennis hesitated.  'Well... no, Daddy - maybe more... '

'Twice?  Three times?'

'Two or three sometimes... '

'In bed?  First thing in the morning?'

'Yes, Daddy.'

'In your bed again before you fall asleep at night?'

'Yes, Daddy.  At night.'

'Do you do it with your hand?'

'Mostly with my hand, mostly - '

'How else do you do it, Dennis?'

'Well... on the pillows, sir.  I lay on top of my pillows and I rub against
them.'

'You're a pillow-humper, then?  That's what they call something so nasty -
do you know that?  Dennis is a pillow humper.  A weenie wanker.  Well,
something this serious calls for some serious corrective measures, boy.'

'Corrective?'

'Yes, some discipline will be necessary.  Self-control is vital in a young
man's character, Dennis, and only corrective measures will instill that.
But it depends, young man.  We first have to know exactly what needs to be
corrected - and that will depend on the nature of your masturbatory habit,
the nature of your fantasies and desires, the extent of your perversity.
You understand that, don't you?'

'Y-y-yes, sir...  '

His father stood up and Dennis gasped as he saw the enormous erection that
made the suit pants poke out like a tent.  He'd never seen his father like
this, and somehow he longed to see that penis freely exposed and nakedly
displayed.  He knew he was nasty, he knew this was wrong, but suddenly the
'corrective measures' that his parents intended seemed irresistable and
exciting.

'DENNIS!'  His father's voice was stern.  'What the hell are you staring
at?'

'Oh!  Nothing, Daddy, I'm not... '

'You see this bulge in my trousers, young man?  This bulge is your doing,
do you know that?  If you were able to control your filthy wank habit, if
you were able to behave like a normal boy, if you were less of a nasty
teenboy SLUT!  This hot cock of mine is your fault, Dennis.  I should
punish you here and now!  Look at your mother - '

Dennis looked over at his mother, sitting in the dining room chair with her
dress pulled up, legs spread, and her hand in her pink panties with her
finger rubbing what was inside...  she was making little moaning noises...

'His pants, Dennis!  Open your father's pants - NOW!  NOW! '

The boy was frightened by the scold in her voice and he reached over
immediately and opened his Dad's trousers.  The fat grownup cock was
sticking out of the fly space, throbbing and bobbing up and down, with a
glistening drop of liquid on the pee slit.

'Lick it, Dennie!  Lick that wet spot on Daddy's dick, you nasty little
whore.  Lick it off!'

Dennis did as he was told, and on seeing it his Mother's finger wiggled
inside the panties even more furiously.  His father's strong hands grasped
the top of his head and held his face against the thick dickhead as the
boy's tongue eagerly lapped at the tip.

'Tell him what you want, Dennis!  You fucking pervert sissy-boy slut, tell
Daddy what you want the most.  Tell him!  Never mind - Mike, turn around.
All the way... '

Daddy turned around so that his back was facing the boy, and Mom
immediately got up and walked over, pushing Dennis down on his knees.  She
grabbed him by the hair and pushed his teenboy face hard into the seat of
Daddy's boxer shorts.

'Kiss it, Dennis - kiss Daddy's crapper, and hope to hell that it's hairy
like you want it to be.  Kiss it!  Sniff it!  Smell it!'

Daddy turned around and looked down at his boy's face with a smile.  'Oh, I
see, now.  I see.  Oh, yeah.'

He pushed Dennie's face into the crotch of his shorts.  'Kiss it, boy.
Smell Daddy's dirty dickhead, boy.  You're gonna learn to show respect from
now on - you understand?  You're gonna learn what it really means to show
respect to your Mommy and Daddy!  And if you are a good little boy, a
really good little boy - Mommy and Daddy will treat you like a sexy little
sissy, just like you want.  Now - lick Daddy's dick...  lick it like a
lollipop, lick it...  '

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