Date: Sun, 6 Nov 2022 12:06:55 +0100 (CET) From: karcamel@tutanota.com Subject: BEHIND THE CURTAIN IS A NEW WORLD (gay, adult/youth) Nifty.org lives on donations. For the site to publish stories, I recommend that you make a small donation to them. - This story, like all the other stories of Karcamel, are purely fiction created by the imagination. - Story codes: M/b, seduce, cons, inc. BEHIND THE CURTAIN IS A NEW WORLD PART 1 Two-story house. Four houses form a square. Each house has six apartments side by side. The houses surround a small park-like area with a playground. The playground has swings, a sandbox, a climbing frame, and a slide. There's also a basketball rack, a small soccer goal in the yard and a barbecue area, and park benches. There are often many children and mothers with smaller kids. School-aged children can play safely in their own yards, and they don't need adult supervision. The apartment has two floors. Downstairs is the kitchen and living room, upstairs are two bedrooms and a home office. From the master bedroom, you can access the balcony, which faces the courtyard. Kevin Morton was a freelance journalist, He wrote for many different magazines, and the subject was usually sports. He wasn't very enthusiastic about sports himself, he was a little overweight, but not so that he would draw much attention. Kevin's wife, Sheryl, was a customs officer. She worked three shifts. She's a little over 40 years old and looks young and beautiful for her age. She's slim, with blond hair that reaches far past her shoulders. She doesn't need makeup to look sexy. And she works in a male-dominated field. Kevin hasn't told his wife that he knew she was fucking with her coworkers. He knew at least three of her colleagues who ride her wet slide. He didn't really care what she did. If someone gets pleasure from her body, then be it. He haven't made love with her for half a year, because he couldn't get himself excited to the point where he could. His wife probably assumed he had become impotent, but that wasn't true at all. He really didn't have erectile dysfunction, as long as the object of his interest was right. Kevin spent a lot of time surfing the web when he was at home. He discovered he wasn't alone in his interest, there were many of them. And some of them shared their experiences in a visual form with others who were interested in the matter. He collected a lot of pictures and videos. Ever since he discovered this side of himself about a year ago, he hasn't been sexually interested in anything else. While his wife was on the night shift, he made breakfast and send their son to school. His wife comes home from work around ten, sometimes later, and then she smells like men's aftershave. Their son's name was William, and of course, they called him Billy. Billy was a lively third-grader, a nine-year-old boy with a pretty face. He got his lovely features from his mother but still didn't look like a girl. He had high cheekbones, reddish-blond hair shaved short at the nape of the neck, and left slightly longer on top. His green eyes were alert and looked like he was laughing all the time. Billy was slim, maybe too skinny, his ribs stuck out from under his skin. However, he didn't look starved in any way, he was a typical boy of his age who moves around a lot. His skin was as pale as milk, which he had also inherited from his mother. He had slightly jug ears, and they looked funny. Behind his full red lips were front teeth with a gap between them. He was 140 cm (56) tall and hardly weighed much more than 30 kilos (78). The master bedroom window had a dark, gauze-like curtain. You could see out well from behind it, but you couldn't see in from the outside. And when summer began to approach, the children filled the yard with their games. In the warm weather, they had very little clothing, and that suited Kevin just fine. He could watch the children play from behind the curtain and jerk to orgasm, sometimes even three times in a row. He often stood completely naked behind the curtain with a cock in his hand and moved his foreskin with pleasure, back and forth while looking at the children. Billy played there with the other children. Every now and then he went out to sit in the yard, bringing Billy a sandwich and juice, and watching the kids having fun. The children's names and ages became familiar quite quickly, and soon he found his favorites. Sammy was 10 years old, and despite her name, a girl. Brown-haired, half Hispanic. Quite tall for her age, but impossibly pretty. A small butt and a flat chest were an advantage for the girl. Sophia, a seven-year-old wild tomboy. She taught the other kids how to swear. That's true, as crazy as it sounds. Amy, Billy's classmate, was a pretty girl too. A little shy and very polite. She went to school most of the time with my son and sometimes she came to our house in the morning to wait if Billy was late for some reason. She was a joy to watch; I got an erection every single time she was within touching distance. Of course, I didn't touch her. She was one of his favorites. One time, as he jacked off behind the curtain, to his surprise, his attention began focusing on Lucas and Henry as well. They were also Billy's classmates and really nice guys. He began to follow Henry with his eyes while jerking off and imagined what it would be like to fuck a little boy. He had such an intense orgasm that he forgot to put a Kleenex in front of his cock and splattered cum all over the curtains. After that, he lay down on the bed and wondered how on earth he was suddenly so interested in the boy. The next day he was behind the curtain again doing his own naughty things. He watched as Henry threw the ball. His cock was hard as a rock again. Henry went to the climbing frame, where his son was playing. Billy and Henry went hanging on the high bar and swung upside down. Their hair licked the sand until their shirts fell over their heads, revealing their bare upper bodies. The boys were hanging swinging there, and Kevin was beating his meat fiercely. Henry's legs looked more muscular than Billy's. His upper body also looked stronger. Kevin thought how strange it is that so many different thoughts come to mind while enjoying the view. Comparing the boys, he thought that Billy's body looked more pleasing than Henry's. Henry's body was taking on manly features that Billy's body didn't have. He found himself focusing more on looking at his son's half-naked body than his friend. The boys jumped from the stand. Their faces were dark red as the blood had settled on their heads. He looked at his son's pretty face and shot his seed into the tissue. Kevin continued his secret hobby, his sex life consisted entirely of that and videos downloaded from the Internet. His thoughts on Billy as a father and as an adult didn't change in any way. He thought it happened only once in the chaos of all the estrus. The next time there were only girls in the yard. He emptied his bags while watching seven-year-old Sophia's bustle. The orgasm was OK, but somehow he sensed that the fulfillment wasn't quite as good as last time. The next day, to his joy, the yard was full of screaming and laughing little ones. As usual, he positioned himself behind the window completely naked with his cock already half stiff. He followed the children and found himself looking at more and more boys all the time. In a way, it excited him more and gave things a different kick. Billy's friend Lucas was also playing. He, too, was a nine-year-old third-grader. Nice looking little guy wearing tight shorts. Kevin thought he had a very delicious backside. His cock was already like steel. He moved his hand back and forth, looking at the children. Kevin glanced at Billy. He walked around the sandpit with gazelle-like steps. He had a toy airplane in his hand, which he used to dive-bomb houses built in the sand. My gaze was fixed on him. His bum rolled cutely as he jumped around. Without noticing, the pace of Kevin's hand had accelerated, and he found himself frantically jerking his swollen organ. Looking at his son, he had an explosive orgasm, and once again his cum splashed on the curtain and spilled onto the parquet. Kevin sat on the edge of the bed and wondered what the hell was happening to him. It was the second time he orgasmed while watching his own son. He tried digging up some feelings inside him that would blame him. He tried finding remorse or shame, but instead, he found that just thinking about it made him erect again. He looked in the closet for a box with photos. There was a photo album in which all of Billy's pictures were put, starting with the kindergarten shoot. The last picture was taken in February, and Billy was looking at the camera, looking so beautiful. Somehow he looked seductive. Kevin hadn't noticed such a thing before. It was probably the state of mind at the time, he thought. There were also loose school pictures in the box, of which he took the most recent one and went back into the bedroom. He was still naked and lying on the bed looking at Billy's picture and was really turned on. His son looked sexy, arousing, and desirable. A nine-year-old boy, wearing a T-shirt with Buzz Lightyear smiling at the camera. He smiled at the picture. It hardly took him a minute to jerk off when he had a huge orgasm. Cum flew up his chest and even up to his forehead. He pulled the foreskin back and forth, squeezing the last few drops of seed from his cock onto his son's face in the picture. He laid the picture on his wife's pillow and closed his eyes. Lying naked on his back, he felt his organ shrink back to its normal size. He must have fallen asleep because the next thing he noticed was Billy sitting on his knees at the end of the bed and nudging him on his knee. "Daddy. Why are you lying here naked? And why is my picture on the bed?" Billy took the picture in his hand "What's this gooey thing on the surface of this picture?" he asked as he touched the picture. TO BE CONTINUED karcamel@tutanota.com