Date: Sat, 28 Apr 2007 19:29:54 -0400
From: steward1967@aol.com
Subject: After His Shower

     The first time I saw his cock I was about 16.  I was laying in my bed
reading, when I looked over and saw him coming out of the bathroom.  He was
completely naked and wet as he opened the door to the linen closet looking
for a clean towel.

     He stood there for several minutes, the water glistening on his body,
dripping down his chest and arms, and my young eyes were transfixed by the
site before me.  I had never seen a naked man before -- just the other kids
in my gym class during showers, and I tried hard not to look at them
fearing that they might catch me looking.  But now I couldn't help but
look.  He didn't notice me, or didn't seem to anyway as he stood there
naked and wet searching through the closet for something he wasn't finding.

     I tried not to move, but turned my head to regard his body from a
better perspective.  I had seen him in his underwear before -- threadbare
white briefs which left little to the imagination -- but the sight of his
cock "in the flesh" was intriguing and erotic to me in a way I can't
explain.  His chest was smooth, except for a few patches of black hair
around his nipples and in a path from his belly button to his crotch where
they blossomed into a thick black bush of hair above his cock.  His cock
was soft but seemed enormous to me.  It was about 4 inches long and looked
thicker than I imagined.  As he leaned forward to search through the
linens, his cock pulled away from his body and I could see the thick shaft
with dark, wrinkled skin leading up to a cock head that was plump and
slightly pinker than the rest of his cock.

     As I regarded his cock I was simultaneously exhilarated and ashamed.
It was one of the most beautiful things I had ever seen and it made my own
cock grow with excitement.  I thought it was the most perfect cock that I
would ever see and I couldn't keep my eyes from it.  At the same time I
thought of my own cock and wondered if it would ever be so big or so
beautiful and felt inadequate but hopeful that my still growing cock would
some day catch up to his.

     As he stood straight again, his cock once again rested against the
soft skin surrounding his perfectly shaped balls.  He pulled out a towel
and started to dry himself in the hallway.  At this point I began to wonder
why he hadn't checked to see if he was alone but enjoyed my luck that he
was not being cautious.  After a minute of drying his self off in front of
me, he stepped back into the bathroom and I was left alone with just the
memory of my first voyeuristic experience.  As I layed there, still peering
down the hallway in the hope that I would be able to see him again, I
couldn't get the image of his beautiful cock out of my head.  I was glad
that I saw it and hopeful that one day I too would have such a perfect
cock.

     By this time my own cock was hard and poking against my pajama
bottoms.  They were the type of pajamas that had a fly front with no button
so my cock could easily have slipped through the hold.  I wanted to release
it and touch myself but dared not start until I knew I was alone.  I
adjusted myself through the fabric, turned to my side and tried to get back
to my reading assignment but every time I looked at the page the only thing
I could see was his cock in my mind's eye and my own young cock got harder
and harder.  I layed there for a few more minutes when I noticed a shadow
emerging from the bathroom door.

     He was wrapped in a towel that was so filled with holes that it should
have been torn up for rags.  I tried not to look but as he walked toward my
room he caught my eye and he began to speak.  "Do you have any towels in
your room?" he asked, standing in my doorway.

     I tried not to move too much, fearing my own cock would slip through
my pajama bottoms but turned my head to the other side of the room to
check.  "No," I said.  "I don't think so."

     He looked around my room from the doorway for a few minutes and also
could not see any.  While he looked, I noticed that a hole in his towel was
affording me another look at a portion of the shaft and head of his perfect
cock.  I tried not to stare but couldn't help myself.  I didn't know if I
was ever going to see it again and wanted to look as long as I could.  I
thought how the thin, worn fabric of the towel was the only thing keeping
me from seeing all of him again and, though I could see the outline of his
bulge through the towel and the glimpse of his beautiful manhood, I was so
eager to see him again that I secretly hoped that the ragged towel would
give way and drop to the floor.

     "What are you reading?" he asked me, either not noticing or caring
that I was staring at his crotch so intently.

     "Nothing, just something for school," I answered, with typical 16 year
old attitude. I wanted to engage him in conversation so he would stay
longer but he just smiled and left me alone again with my thoughts.  As he
turned away and walked toward his room he pulled the towel off and I could
see his manly, naked ass lightly dusted with thin black hairs, the full
mounds of flesh rising and falling as he walked into the doorway of his
room.  He put the towel around his neck, turned around, looked at me and
closed the door slowly allowing me one more distant vision of his naked
body.

     As I saw him my own cock slipped through the hole in my pajamas, hard
with the pleasure of the experience and straining for relief.  I allowed it
to be free, pointing toward the man who had coaxed it to life.  I wondered
why he closed his door since he almost never did that before.  Was he
embarrassed that I had seen him naked or was he in there doing what I
wanted to do to myself?  I imagined him laying on his bed rubbing his hand
up and down the shaft of his perfect cock, regarding it with pride as he
stroked the thick shaft up to the plump pinkish head now wet with pre cum.
If I looked like him, I thought, I would touch my cock whenever I could.  I
would get hard if I ever saw myself in the mirror and want to enjoy the
feeling of my cock growing in my hand.

     I imagined what it would feel like to touch such a large cock.  I
imagined what it would feel like to lick the soft skin with my tongue as it
became harder and harder with excitement.  I could, I thought, put a cock
head like that into my mouth and savor the taste of it forever.  I imagined
what something so beautiful would taste like as I allowed my own hand to
feel the soft skin of my own throbbing young cock.  I kept my eyes on his
door half hoping and half fearing that he would open it as I allowed myself
to masturbate to the thought of him.

     It didn't feel wrong or dirty or unusual to me that his cock made me
so hard.  It just felt good.  As I layed there on my side, slowly stroking
my rigid cock I imagined he was in his room doing the same thing.  I
imagined that he was thinking of me watching him while he stroked his
perfect cock until he came.

     As my own body shuttered with climax I heard a soft moan from his
room.  I imagined the stream of cum erupting from his thick cock head,
running down the soft skin of his shaft and hand as my own cock spurt forth
the largest flow of cum I had ever had.  It landed on my sheets and on my
hand and I was exhausted with pleasure and lost in my thoughts.

     After a few moments I pushed my cock back through the hole in my
pajamas and got up to go to the linen closet to get a wash cloth.  As I
opened the door to the closet he opened the door to his room.  He was
wearing just a robe, untied in the front and he stood next to me looking
somewhat confused.  He reached in and grabbed two wash cloths and handed
one to me.  As he stood before me I could see a drop of cum dripping from
his cock head but fought the urge to wipe it up for him.  My own cock began
to grow hard again as I thanked him for the washcloth.  He closed his robe
and the door to the closet.

     "Good night, Todd," he said.

     "Good night, Dad," I replied.