Date: Tue, 21 Aug 2012 15:01:34 -0700 From: Karl Subject: My Obsession Pt1 Please remember that this story is the sole property of the author. It cannot be published, reproduced or copied without express written consent of the author. Legal crap: Please remember this is a story. It is not about what you should do next time you go camping and see to pre pubescent boys whispering near the showers. Also, please be of legal age for the area in which you live before you read this. If you're not, go read something more age appropriate you little horn dogs. That being said, I believe we're ready to start. ************************************************************************** My Obsession - Part 01 From the moment I was born I was fascinated by dicks. Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration but, my earliest memories were of being in the tub with my father. No, he didn't try to molest me or try an inappropriate touch but, he never pushed my hand away when I'd reach out to grab the thing floating in the water between us. He'd let me play with it until he felt things had gone far enough. I knew he and my mother had a great sex life. I can remember laying in my room and hearing my mother moan while my dad growled stuff at her and grunted. I would hear the rhythmic slapping of skin against skin and began to recognize the pacing of the grunts and moans. It would build and end in a final crescendo of thrusts and moans. He and my mother would lay there for a while talking and whispering. I couldn't hear what they were saying but occassionally they'd laugh or I'd hear more kissing. Then my dad would get up and walk down the hall. One night when they were finished with their evening of sex I listened for my dad. He got up out of bed and came out of their bedroom. I slept with my door open a little so that it wasn't completely dark in my room. I watched as he walked by my room. He was completely naked. His dick swung full and fat between his legs and glistened from the sex he'd just had. He had a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in his hand as he walked by. I'd stayed far enough away from the door that he didn't know I was watching him. After he walked by I stepped right up to the door and watched him stretch and light a cigarette. It was dark but he was silhouetted by the light from the lighter. He walked over to a chair in the living room and sat down feet resting on the coffee table. I watched as the occassional orange glow became brighter when he inhaled and heard him exhale. He just sat there naked. With that information in my head I climbed back in bed. I heard the TV go on and fell asleep to the background noise. A few days later my mommy decided it was time for me to get some new clothes. She said I was going to be going to school with other kids my age and began telling me how much fun it was going to be. It didn't sound fun. It sounded scary. My mommy assured me it was what boys and girls my age did and that I would like it. We went to the mall and mommy picked out some clothes and pulled me into the dressing room with her. She dressed and undressed me several times. She kept some of the clothes and returned the others to a sales girl. "Why don't we go and find you a pair of shoes?", my mommy bubbled. I groaned but she just gave me a 'tsk, tsk' sound. I didn't want to be here anymore. When we got to the shoe department though I changed my mind. There was a very handsome man working there. He had a big smile on his face and his teeth seemed really big. He told us his name was Henry and asked us if we needed any help. My mommy pushed me forward. "Well young man, what would you like to look at?", he said addressing me. My mommy responded, "We need some dress shoes, don't we Stephen." I nodded but couldn't help but notice the bulge in the man's suit pants. My mother was looking at the shoes on the shelves so she didn't notice my eyes and where they were looking. Henry, however, did notice. He put his hand in his pocket and stretched the thin fabric of his suit pants even tighter against the bulge. I looked from his crotch to his face. He smiled and gave me a wink. I felt my tummy start to get all tingly. As I was enjoying the show my mommy turned around and the salesman quickly removed his hand from his pocket but I could still see his weiner. "Can we see these in his size?", my mommy asked. "Well, let's see what size that is," he said as he stepped over to me. "Why don't you sit up here and I'll take off your shoe. Then we'll measure your foot," he said as he guided me into the chair. He had a little stool that he sat on in front of me. My mommy was busy looking at the different shoes. The stool had a place for me to put my shoe while he untied it. He straddled the stool making his bulge even more noticeable. The fabric squeezed at the monster between his legs. He removed my shoe and looked over at my mommy. She was still looking at the other shoes. He took my foot and placed it directly against the big bulge. I felt it's heat even through my sock. He shuddered and looked over at my mommy again. She was still looking at shoes. He said in a loud voice, "Well, looks like you're about a size 11. You certainly are getting to be a big boy." Then he leaned forward and said in a voice that only I could here, "I bet you'd like to see my big boy, hun?" He looked down at his crotch as he said it. I just nodded. We heard my mommy coming over and he took the pair of shoes she was carrying and the shoes she'd handed him before. He stood up and held the shoes slightly over the bulge his pants had taken. "Well, he seems like a very nice young man," my mother said in a voice that was cheerful but had a little bit of exhaustion in it. Henry was back rather quickly and sat down on the stool again. My mother sat as he put the shoe on me and I had to walk in it. Then he put the other shoe on and I walked in that one too. "Which one do you like better?", my mommy asked. "I dunno," I stated. "Well, let's make a decision," she said and leaned in a little closer to me. "Mommy needs to go to the bathroom." "He can stay here if you'd like. I'll keep an eye on him," Henry said quickly. My mother seemed a little taken aback. She looked him over and, deciding he looked safe, said, "If you don't mind. I won't be but a minute." As she was leaving she said, "Stay here with the nice young man and do as he says." "Not a problem. We can look at some other shoes if Stephen would like," he said with a wink. He'd remembered my name. That made me like him even more. She got up and said, "Do you mind if I leave my packages?" "Not at all," he said with his toothy grin. My mommy headed off toward the ladies room. When she was out of sight Henry leaned down and said, "Can you keep a secret?" I nodded and knew we were going to do something naughty. He said, "There's no one here today. Your mommy's packages will be okay over here," he said moving them over to the corner. He looked around again and said, "Come with me." We hurried behind the curtain where'd he'd retrieved the shoes. He pulled me toward the back and said, "Okay Stephen, you wanted to see my big boy?" I nodded again. He quickly unzipped his pants and hauled out his massive cock. You have to remember, at my age most cocks were massive. It was hard as a rock and had hair around it like daddy's. He said in a rushed tone, "Feel it." I put my hand around as much of it as I could. He groaned. "Give it a kiss," he demanded. I looked up at him with a disgusted look on my face. "No, honest. You'll like it," he said breathlessly. I leaned forward and kissed it. His knees buckled a little. "Wanna see a cool trick?", he said as he realized we were running out of time. I nodded. "Okay, stand back," he commanded. He started pulling and pushing back and forth on his dick really fast. Suddenly his body tensed up and this stuff came out of his weiner. He caught it in his free hand. I watched as he took it and licked it. He said, "Here, have a taste." I hesitantly took a lick. It wasn't bad. "Okay kid, we gotta get back out there," he said forcing his giant sausage back into his pants. He grabbed my hand and said, "Remember, it's our secret." I just nodded and was pulled back out side. My mother was no where in sight. He took me over to the chair and sat me down. As he was sitting me down an older man came from another direction. "Henry. It's time for you to go on break," he said in a bored tone. "Well, I told this lady I'd watch her packages and her son while she went to the bathroom," he said sounding a little panicky. "Just go. I'll explain to her," he said a little annoyed. Just then my mommy came around the corner. She saw the little interaction between the two of them and said, "Is everything okay?" Henry said, "Yeah. I just wanted to hang out 'til you got back. It's time for my break." "Well, thank you Henry. That was very nice of you," she said to him. "Oh, and I put your packages over here just in case I had to go," he said pulling the packages from the corner. Mommy thanked him again and asked which shoes I wanted. I said I liked 'em both okay. She picked the ones she liked the best. The new salesman, who I didn't like at all, rang us up. My mommy looked at him and said curtly, "I hope you're ringing this up as Henry's sale." He looked up at her, grunted, made a few keystrokes and finished the sale. "Thank you. Have a nice day." he said in a sharp little tone. As we walked to the car with our packages my mommy said to me, but really to herself, "I bet Henry is still in high school. That old man was probably going to take his sale." We walked toward the car and I thought about Henry and his squirting weiner. When we got home mommy told me to go to my bedroom and change into my play clothes. I headed down to my room and pulled off my shirt and shorts. I was standing in my underwear and looking down at my hairless body. I wondered what it would be like to have hair on my belly like my daddy or hair like Henry had. I put my hand down my shorts and cupped my little weiner and balls. I liked to put my hand down there. I pulled my underwear out and looked at my little weiner. I couldn't imagine having a big one like Henry's or daddy's. As I examined it, it started to get hard. I pushed my underwear down around my knees. I found the whole experience fascinating. I pushed the skin back and forth and was wondering about the stuff that squirted out of Henry's penis. As I was deep in my thoughts my mother came into my room. She looked down at me and stopped. I just stood there with my shorts around my knees, my little woody hard as a rock and stared up at her. "Mommy, why does it get hard like this?", I asked in genuine puzzlement. She just stood there a minute. I could tell she was trying to figure out what to say. Maybe she didn't know. Maybe only daddy's know. Finally she sighed and said, "I think daddy can explain it better. Why don't you put your play clothes on and go out and play. I think I hear Sam outside." Sam was the boy who lived next door to us. He was almost my age. My birthday was in March and his was in May. I liked him pretty good. He didn't like the same games I liked but we could usually find a game we both liked. We both liked playing with our cars. We would build elaborate cities in the dirt, using left over 2x4's from his daddy's garage. After a little while, daddy's car pulled into the drive way. He had on a suit like Henry but my daddy's suit fit better. "Hey ya sport," he shouted over to me. I went to run over and hug him but he stopped me. "Look at you," he said laughing. "You look like a dirt monster. Your mommy will kill me if I get this suit dirty." I stopped and acted like I was gonna hug him. "I'm a dirt monster, roooar," I said laughing. He picked up his brief case and said, "I'd better make my escape while I still can!" And he headed into the house. I went back over to Sam and we played some more. Daddy came out of the house dressed in his weekend clothes and said, "I'm here to conquer the dirt monster." I squealed as he came up behind me and tickled me and lifted me under one arm. "And now I'm gonna get the dirt monster's friend," he said as he headed toward Sam. Sam squealed to and got up to run but my daddy was faster. He grabbed Sam and put him under the other arm. We both were flailing around saying we surrendered. Finally daddy said, "Alright then. It's time for dirt monster to come in and get ready for dinner." "Awww. I wanna play dirt monster more," I said in a little bit of a whine. "Sorry buddy, but I've got direct orders from the captain," he said looking at the house. I looked over and my mother was standing in the kitchen window looking over at us. "That's okay," Sam said. "I probably have to go too," he said as my dad lowered him to the ground. "Bye Mr. Marelli," he said as he headed home. My daddy didn't let me down though. He carried me to the door where my mommy was now waiting. "Oh my goodness," she said in a fake tone of exasperation. Then she looked at my daddy and said, "Don't even let him down. Just take him to the bathroom." Daddy carried me down the hall to the bathroom and sat me down when we got inside. He began pulling my shirt off and I was pushing my shoe off with the opposite foot. Daddy leaned around me and started the tub water running. I was pulling off my shorts and remembered about earlier in the afternoon. "Daddy," I said in a thoughtful tone, "why does my weiner get hard sometimes?" He laughed and said, "Your mother told me about your little exhibition this afternoon. There are some things that happen to a boys body that don't happen to a girls body. You've seen mommy naked, right?" I nodded, thinking about seeing my mommy without her clothes on. I had wondered then why she was different down there. "Yeah...," I said slowly, "How come mommy doesn't have a weiner?" "Well, girls don't have weiners," he said. "They have vaginas," he said smiling. "Oh," I said disapprovingly. "I like weiners better," I said with certainty. "Well, that may change as you get older," he said still smiling. "But you should probably not let your mother catch you doing that again. Mommies don't always understand," he said in a conspiratorial tone. "Does your weiner get hard?", I asked, full-on knowing that it did. "Sure," he said, placing his hand in the tub and being satisfied with the water temperature turned off the faucet. "It gets hard a lot," he said with a wink. I smiled and stepped into the tub. Without thinking I said, "Does yours shoot out the white stuff?" He froze. I knew by the way he stopped I had done something wrong. I looked over at him. He was still kneeling on the floor, my dirty clothes all over the place. "How do you know about the white stuff," he asked a little horrified. I forgot that it was supposed to be a secret. I tried to think. The answer I came up with wasn't much better than the truth. "I saw it once...on a movie," I lied. He looked at me with a hard stare. "What kind of movie?", he said. "It was in the DVD," I lied trying to recover. I watched as he scanned his memory. The answered seemed to satisfy him a little but he remained unsure. "Well, you probably shouldn't be playing with daddy's DVD's," he said a little red in the face. What? That got my attention. Daddy had movies like that? He stood up and headed to the door with my dirty clothes. "Stevie," he said in a quiet voice, "Let's just keep the movie to us men, okay? Like I said, mommies don't always understand." "Okay daddy," I said as I grabbed my boat from the side of the tub. He sighed, smiled at me and said, "Thanks sport." I played for a while longer and then washed with a wash cloth. My mommy came in and looked at me and then at the tub. "I swear, you brought the yard in with you," she said as she looked at the dirty water. She pulled the stopper on the drain and grabbed the hand held shower head. "Stand still a minute," she said adjusting the water temperature and laughing, "I need to rinse off the bath water." I stood there as she hosed me off. "Mommy," I said as I felt the water running down my back, "do you like weiners or vaginas better?" She finished rinsing me off and sat on the edge of the tub I was standing in. "I see your dad had a talk with you," she said a little flustered. I shook my head smiling. "Well, mommies don't usually talk about those kind of things but I like weiners better," she said beet red and laughing at the same time. "What in the world...", she laughed again. "Now that's enough of that," she said as she wrapped me in a towel. "Go get your pj's on and we'll eat." I hurried back to my room and put on my favorite Superman pjs and went running into the dining room. I heard mommy and daddy in the kitchen talking and I heard daddy say, "...and it likes you too." I heard her squeal and then I heard them both start laughing really hard. I walked into the kitchen and asked, "What's so funny?" They both tried to put on a serious face but I could tell they weren't going to tell me, "Nothing. Just mommy and daddy stuff. Go get in your chair. I'm bringing out the food now." After dinner I told daddy about my new clothes and my new shoes. I made sure not to tell him about Henry though. Mommy made me go and get my shoes and some of my clothes and show them to daddy. "Well, you're going impress the girls," he said with a smile. I just rolled my eyes and acted like I was gagging. They both laughed but I was a little serious. I didn't care about girls. I wanted to see more weiners. We watched some TV and I could feel myself getting tired. Mommy said it was time for bed and even though I was tired I still wanted to stay up. "C'mon sport," daddy said as he scooped me up and over his shoulder. He was carrying me like a fireman. That made me laugh. When we got to my room daddy threw me on to the bed and I bounced a little. "Alright buddy, I'll see you in the morning," he said as he started out of the room. "Daddy," I said before he turned off the light. "Yes, Stevie? It's bed time so make it quick," he said a little tired sounding. "Does your weiner make the white stuff?", I asked. He'd never answered my earlier question. He sighed and said, "Yes buddy. All daddies can make it. That's how we get babies." He waited but I needed to think about that some more. "Now, we'll talk about it later. But let's keep it between us okay?" "Okay," I said, thinking about what he'd just told me. I laid down on my bed and tried to go to sleep, but I was thinking about everything that happened that day. I heard mommy and daddy talking. Then I heard mommy say something. Then daddy said, "C'mon babe. I'll be quick." "Sorry honey," my mommy said, "I just don't feel up to it tonight. The day with Stevie really wore me out." My dad groaned and said, "Well, I'll be in in a little bit. I'm not tired." Mommy said, "Okay. Don't stay up too late." Then she went to their bedroom and closed the door. Daddy went to the kitchen and I heard him go into the refridgerator. When he came back into the living room he had a beer. He didn't drink beer very often so I was a little shocked. He took a big long drink then looked down the hallway. I quickly pulled back so he didn't see me. As I stepped up to the door again I watched as he unzipped his pants and threw them on the floor. He went to the cabinet where he kept his work stuff and pulled out a DVD. He walked over to the DVD player and turned the TV down really low. I could see the TV but the DVD wasn't on yet. I watched as he grabbed the remote and fell onto the sofa. The sofa faced the TV so daddy had his back to me now. He took another long drink of beer and hit play on the DVD. A picture of a lady with lots of makeup came on the screen. She was talking to a man about something. Then the man pulled off her dress. The lady got down on her knees. I thought she was going to kiss his weiner like I'd done for Henry but she put it in her mouth. She was putting lots of it in her mouth. The man had a big weiner and she was putting lots of it in her mouth. Daddy started doing something but I wasn't sure what. Since his back was to me I slowly walked down the hallway. I wanted to see more of the man's big weiner. I decided they showed her too much. I wanted to see the man. As I got closer to the back of the sofa I heard slapping sounds like the ones mommy and daddy make in their room. Daddy was completely focused on the TV. I was almost behind him when I saw what he was doing. He was pulling on his weiner like Henry had done. His looked HUGE though. Henry's was big but daddy's looked HUGER! I felt my own weiner get hard. Pretty soon daddy was going really fast and saying dirty words under his breath. I was hypnotized by the movement of his hand up and down the meaty tube. His weiner looked wet and when the skin went over the top it got even wetter. I watched as he pulled the skin back and then took his other hand, licked it and started playing with only the top part. He was not violently grabbing and pulling on the end of his weiner. Then he tensed, white stuff flew out of his weiner and over his shoulder. It hit me in the face. "Ewwww," I said. Daddy flew around, still panting and not quite recovered from his playing. "What th'?", he said, at first mad then he looked at me and then himself and said, "Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I'd never heard daddy say the "F" word. I turned and ran back to my room. I jumped into bed and pulled the covers over my head. After a second I heard daddy come into my room. He sat down on the side of my bed. "Stevie, pull the covers down", he said in a soft tone. I peeked out and asked, "Are you mad?" "Well, I'm a little upset. You were supposed to be in bed and asleep." I noticed that he had his pants back on. "Daddy has to have some private time too. That's all," he said pulling the blanket from over my head. I looked up at him. For the first time I felt the white stuff on my cheek. He went to wipe it away but I said, "That's okay. I wiped it with my hand and put it to my mouth." He looked at me, dumb-founded. "Why did you do that?", daddy asked in a serious tone. "What do you mean?", I asked, genuinely confused. "Why did you lick your hand when you did that?", he said looking me in the eye. Oops. I guess that was part of the secret too. I hadn't thought about it. "I dunno," I said meekly. "Stevie, did someone touch you where they shouldn't?", he asked, alarm in his voice. "No," I said in all truthfulness. I liked where they touched me. And I liked where I touched them. He seemed to relax a little. "I'm just wondering what has brought all of this on. You've certainly become a lot more curious about these things. You'd tell daddy if someone hurt you, right?", he said softly. I nodded and said, "But it didn't hurt. I would tell you if it did." I could see the confusion on his face. "Okay Stevie, you need to tell daddy what happened," he said in a very calm voice. "No daddy," I said. He looked shocked. "Stevie, if someone did something to you I need to know," he said firmly. "No daddy. I promised. He said it had to be a secret. I want to do it again if he'll let me," I said just as firmly. I'd never felt so defiant, but I was not going to get Henry in trouble. "What do you mean you liked it?", he said suddenly confused. I wiggled my index finger so that he would move closer. "It's a secret but I liked touching his weiner. I wanna do it again. He even let me kiss it like the lady in the movie," I said reflecting on the the day. That last part was a lie but if I'd thought to do it I would have. I noticed daddy's breath smelled a little like beer. "You put a man's weiner in your mouth?", daddy said stunned. I nodded vigorously, "Yeah. But he made the white stuff in his hand and let me taste it," I said explaining the way it had happened. "Do you think I could taste some more of your stuff daddy?", I asked hoping. "Oh god," daddy said. "Is that what brought all of this on?" "I guess," I shrugged. "You know sport," he started slowly, "men shouldn't touch little boys the way that man touched you. You're too young to understand what's happening..." I sighed in frustration and said, "That's why I asked you. I really liked it. How can I do it more?" "Stevie, buddy, playing like that is against the law. That man who played with you could go to jail," he explained. "Then I won't tell anyone," I said. "I'll promise that I won't tell," I said crossing my heart. "Okay buddy. We're gonna have to talk about this some more, but maybe not tonight," he said and stood up. "Daddy, will you let me taste some more of your white stuff?", I asked. "You made lots." "Stevie, look, that's not the way it works..." "If you let me taste yours I won't ask that other man to taste his again," I pleaded. "Tell you what," he said, "We'll talk about this again tomorrow. Now you have to know that your mother will not understand this at all. It will upset her a lot if you tell her about this. I'm pretty upset myself but I think your mother would be VERY upset. So you have to promise not to tell her about this." "Okay daddy," I said, "Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye. I won't tell." Daddy gave me a lopsided smile and said, "Okay sport. We'll talk about this again tomorrow." "Promise?", I blurted. He shook his head and said, "I promise. Now go to sleep. Good night." "Okay daddy. Good night." He walked out of the room and the last thing I remember was him walking back to the living room. **************************************************************** This has been a story of fiction. I hope you've enjoyed it. Please remember that Nifty needs our help. Please donate to keep this library of hotness going. I've enjoyed the comments and great stories I've heard from many of you. If you have any questions or comments please feel free to email me: karlsfriend@gmail.com