Date: Thu, 27 Dec 2007 09:01:18 -0800 (PST)
From: Scorpiojames@yahoo.com
Subject: An Extra Christmas Present

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reproduced without permission.  It is meant to be read and enjoyed by
adults.


It's Christmas and I'm trying to write this as quickly as I can so I don't
forget anything.  Shit!  My hands are still shaking and it's hard to type.
What a morning.  What a Christmas!!  I can hardly contain myself -
literally!  As soon as I start thinking about this morning, I get hard
again.  But... ok, here goes.

I was actually the first one up this morning.  As usual, my bladder was my
alarm clock and at about 6, I got up needing to pee badly.  I got up, peed
and thought about going back to bed, but I knew I wouldn't fall asleep
again. Plus, I knew I would probably wake up my wife if I climbed back into
bed and I wanted her to sleep.  She worked hard to get everything organized
for Christmas.  The kids were also asleep and the idea of having a cup of
coffee in silence in the morning sounded pretty damn good.

I went into the kitchen and got the coffee brewing, then went into the
family room and plugged in the Christmas tree lights.  There was something
I liked about the warm, soft glow of those lights.  They seemed much easier
on the eyes than the bright fluorescents of the kitchen.  I sat in one of
the big comfy chairs and waited for the coffee to brew.  I suppose this is
a good time to introduce myself.  My name is Michael.  I'm 41, married, and
the father of 4 - 3 daughters and a son.  They range in age from 6 to 17,
the youngest being my daughter Molly and the oldest my son, Colin.  In
between are Kathleen, 9, and Shannon, 15.  This whole story is about Colin.
Jesus.  Colin.

I made my coffee but hadn't finished half of it before Molly was up.  She
still believed in Santa Claus and the minute she opened her eyes, her
adrenaline was pumping.  She probably leapt out of bed, and she certainly
ran into the family room to look at what Santa had brought the night
before.  I have to say, although I was a bit disappointed to have my
morning silence broken by excited kids, seeing her eyes light up that
morning was totally worth it.  I'm not a big fan of Christmas, but when you
see a kid like Molly on Christmas morning, it all seems worth it.  Pretty
soon, Molly was running around the house waking everyone up.  She wasn't
going to wait another minute longer than she had to before getting to her
packages.



My wife, Allison, came in and poured herself a cup of coffee and looked at
me with that, "Gee, it would've been nice to sleep longer" look, but what
can you do?  It's Christmas morning.  Pretty soon after, the other kids
came in one by one, all except Colin.  He was at that age when he stayed up
late, probably going to bed around 3 or 4 in the morning.  Lord knows what
he did so late into the night, and on some level, I didn't want to know.
But trying to wake him up in the morning was a struggle.  I decided that if
this Christmas thing was going to happen, I'd have to get him up myself.

I went back upstairs and walked to the end of the hall and knocked on
Colin's door.

"Hey, Colin," I said. "Time to get up."

Nothing.  Some mornings it took a few knocks, and even some poundings.
This morning I decided to take a different tact. I opened the door.  Now,
normally, I don't walk into his room.  I told him years ago that I would
respect his privacy.  A boy entering his teenage years needs to be assured
he can be in his bedroom and not be disturbed and I made sure everyone in
the family knew that you had to knock and ask permission before entering
Colin's room.  So far, Allison and the girls respected that; the girls
mostly because they all thought Colin was "gross" and his room "a
disgusting, stinky, pit of boy" which was how Kathleen had described it.
But, like I said, I wanted to get this morning going.  We had a lot to do.
So I opened the door.

At first, I could hardly see him.  The room really was a disgusting mess,
but when I was his age, I kept my room pretty much the same way: everything
was on the floor where it had been dropped.  There was also a faint smell
of B.O. in the room, something I found pleasant, in a weird way.  That
musky smell meant a man lived there and he was giving off his scent.  And I
liked his scent, in much the same way I liked my own.  Sometimes I even
sniff my T-shirt or shorts when I'm jerking off.  The smell that comes off
my balls can really push me over the edge and standing in Colin's room, I
could smell something really similar.  Hell, I think I even got a little
rise in my dick when the smell hit me.

I entered the room, then walked over to the bed.  Colin was in there, under
a huge down comforter and sheets, but all I could see was a mop of hair.

"Hey, Buddy," I said, nudging the pile of bedclothes.  "Time to get up."

"Hmmmmph," Colin replied, speaking into his pillow.

"Colin, C'mon." I said, louder this time.

"Allright!  Jesus!" he responded, obviously annoyed that I'd woken him.

"It's Christmas.  Your sisters are waiting for you so they can open their
presents." I said quietly, not wanting to get annoyed with him first thing,
but finding the impulse growing.

"Let them start without me.  I'll be in soon," he replied quietly.  He had
no intention of moving.

"No.  This is a family thing.  We all have to be there, so let's go."  And
with that, I grabbed some of the bedclothes and pulled them back.

The shock of cold air really woke Colin up, and it also really pissed him
off.  But that wasn't the only shock that occurred.  Colin had taken to
wearing a nightshirt, which I thought was kind of funny.  Everyone in the
family, including myself, had taken to gently teasing him about wearing his
"night dress" or "night gown" as his sisters called it, but he was unfazed
by it and continued wearing it, claiming it was as warm as pajamas, but
much more comfortable.  When I pulled the covers back, I saw that the
nightshirt was bunched up around Colin's waist, leaving his lower body
completely exposed.  He wasn't wearing any underwear.

Colin was obviously startled by my action and, simultaneously, sat up and
flipped over onto his back, grabbing the blanket and comforter out of my
hand.  As he did this, I not only saw a quick flash of his very hairy legs
and ass, but when he flipped over, his dick, obviously hard, flopped over
from one leg to the other and it suddenly hit me: He's not getting up
because he's got a hard-on.  And what a hard-on!  I mean, he grabbed the
blanket out of my hand pretty quickly and I let go immediately, but in that
short, 5-second flash, I saw a really big dick flip around.  I mean, a big,
thick, bulbous-headed, bright pink beauty of a dick.


Now, it's not like I'd never seen Colin's dick before, but I guess it's
been a long time.  He'd certainly gotten MUCH hairier than the last time I
saw him naked.  His thighs and butt were coated with thick hair, the kind
that made me think of satyrs depicted in Greek art.  And from time to time,
I've noticed Colin getting a lump in his pants or walking around in the
morning with a noticeable swing in the front of that nightshirt, but it
wasn't until I saw that brief flash of it this morning that I really got an
idea of how big his dick actually was.

"DAD!" Colin yelled.  "Jesus!  Cut it out!" He covered himself in blankets
again, this time pulling them over his head.

"Uh...." I was still a bit stunned and suddenly felt a bit ashamed.

"Sorry, Colin.  I didn't mean to do that quite so..." I struggled to think
of what to say.  "Well.  Your Mom and sisters are waiting, so if you could
get up, we can start opening gifts."

No response from the bed.  Well, I figured he was pissed at me, but not at
the girls, so maybe he'd see what I was saying and come down.  I turned and
left his bedroom, shutting the door behind me.  As I walked down the hall,
Allison came out of our bedroom.

"What was that all about?" she inquired.

"Oh, nothing.  Just trying to wake the beast," I said smiling.  But the
whole time, I kept thinking about one thing over and over and over: that
big dick I saw sticking out from between my son's legs!  I consider myself
to be fairly well hung.  I've seen my share of guys in my life, in porn and
in person, and I've measured up pretty well.  But Colin's dick!  Even
though I only saw it for an instant or two, the image was seared into my
brain and I kept looking at it over and over, trying to remember every
detail. That boy really had a big-ass dick.  And as I thought about it, and
pictured it in my mind, something really strange happened. As I thought
about my son's dick, mine actually started getting hard.

As I said, I've seen a few guys naked, and hard, in my time.  I don't
really consider myself "gay," but I've fooled around with guys, both as a
teen and a few times as an adult.  But I never really found myself all that
interested in guys' bodies.  I was always much more interested in a big
pair of tits or a really round ass.  So, in a way, I was caught off-guard
by how much seeing Colin naked from the waist down was really exciting me.
I just wasn't sure what to make of it.  But I walked back downstairs,
trying to think about Christmas - anything really - to get my half-hard
dick to go down.  I was in my sweats, but I wasn't wearing underwear. So,
if you looked in my direction, you could've made out the shape of my dick
pretty easily.  That was something my daughters really didn't need to see.
Fortunately, as I made it back to the family room, I saw that everyone was
focused on the gifts under the tree and no one so much as glanced in my
direction until I'd sat in a chair again.

"Where's Colin," asked Molly, in a slightly whiny voice.  "I want to open
my presents."

"He's coming, sweetie," I replied.  "He was up late and is just waking up."

And surprisingly, just as I finished saying this, in walked Colin.  As he
walked toward us, I couldn't help but look at his crotch and was rewarded
with the sight of his dickhead hitting the inside of his nightshirt as he
walked.  With every step of his left foot, the nightshirt fell against his
body, putting his dick in relief and showing me the outline of a still
rather substantial member, though he was obviously getting soft.  I
suddenly realized that I could've seen this so many other mornings, but it
had never even occurred to me to look at him in that way.  Now, it was the
only way I could see him.  I was feeling something for my son I'd never
felt before: lust.


I'll spare you the details of what followed; the tearing of paper, the
opening of boxes, the squeals and laughter that comes from opening presents
on Christmas morning.  But there's one more event from this particular
moment I will share with you.

We decided to spend a bit more money on Colin this year than we did for the
other kids.  He was 17 and was going to be going away to college, so we
thought it would be a good time to get him some necessities for living away
from home.  He already had a TV in his room, but we decided to buy him a
DVD player.  He'd asked for one, so he wasn't stunned when he opened the
box, but he was still surprised that we'd actually listened to him and
given him something he'd actually asked for.  He sat on the floor, opened
the box and, pulling out the manual, began to read it.  Now, he was sitting
almost directly across from me, and was sitting cross-legged on the floor.
He had pulled his nightshirt up toward his knees, and though he didn't
realize it, from where I was sitting, I could look straight down into his
lap and see his dick and balls.

As soon as I realized that I could see up his nightshirt, I looked around
at the rest of the family.  No one else was sitting at an angle at which
they could see anything, plus they were all engrossed in their own
presents.  So, sitting back in my chair, I let my eyes fall onto my son,
unknowingly presenting himself to me, and took a good look at his "gear,"
as he tended to call it.  He seemed to have a pretty big bush of pubic
hair, though it was hard to tell exactly because of how he was sitting.
What I could see were two nice, round balls actually on the floor between
his legs and resting perfectly down the center of them was his dick.  And
even seeing it soft like this, I was struck by both the length and
thickness of it.  The head was pretty big, just as thick and round as the
shaft and there was a nice bunching of skin right below the head.  I just
kept looking at it, lost in the sight of it and finding it so sexy.  I'd
never felt anything like this before, certainly not for my son. I realized
that I'd gotten a bit hard myself.  I reached down and pushed my dick down
between my legs.  Hopefully, I could keep it from getting too big.

Then Colin did something that made my heart leap into my throat and my cock
stretch to it's full length.  He was still reading the manual of the DVD
player, holding it with his right hand, but he took his left hand and,
reaching under the nightshirt stretched across his lap, grabbed his dick
and tugged on it.  Now, it's one thing if your dick is at a weird angle or
you accidentally pinch it and need to free it, but this was more like a
gentle tug, something done for pleasure, not necessity.  Then he did it
again, pulling his dick even further out.  Next he pulled on the skin of
his balls, gently rolling it away from the skin of his thighs.  I just sat
there watching him absent-mindedly touch himself, feeling like I should say
something, but not wanting to draw the attention of the family to what he
was doing.  Plus, I didn't want him to stop!  A couple more tugs, which had
become gentler, and I could tell his dick was starting to grow.  The head
was now further down along his balls and was actually touching the floor.
Then, as I sat there watching, his dick jumped.  It lifted off the floor,
with a twitch, then fell back down, further out than it had been before.  I
was mesmerized by it.  My son was getting an erection in front of me and he
had no idea I could see it happening. I found the whole thing so incredibly
sexy that I could hardly stand it.  My dick, now completely hard, was stuck
between my legs, dying to get free.  The family was excitedly talking
around me, the girls all fired up from the toys they'd gotten, and in the
middle of it all sat Colin, with an erection, and myself, silently
watching.

It really was one of those moments I wish could go on forever, but not even
a minute later, the girls were up and running around the family room.  This
seemed to break his concentration and Colin suddenly looked up from his
reading and caught my eye.  Our eyes locked and I smiled at him, trying to
relate the happiness I was feeling at that moment.  He had put the DVD
player manual onto his lap and pushed down on the fabric stretched across
his knees, suddenly hiding his erection from my view.  Did he realize I
could see it?  Could he tell from where he was sitting that I could look
right up his nightshirt?

Then I did something rather uncharacteristic of myself, something pretty
daring.  While Colin was still looking at me, and without really looking
around to see where everyone else was, I stood up.  Now, I'd had an
erection - a nice, full hard-on - that had gone down a bit, but not much.
I still was pretty big.  So, when I stood up, my sweat pants stuck out in a
very obvious way.  As I stood, I looked around and saw that my wife and one
of my daughters had their heads together over some book, and the other
girls had run out of the room, so no one noticed my dick pushing against my
pajama bottom fabric - no one except Colin.  As soon as I stood, his eyes
went down my body and stopped at my crotch and his eyes grew huge.

Now, you may wonder why I did this, why I didn't just sit in the chair
until my dick had gone soft.  I guess I wanted to "return the favor" and
show him my dick in an excited state.  I also wanted him to know that
getting erections at inconvenient times and in front of others was a
somewhat common occurrence among men and was not something to be ashamed of
or embarrassed about.  I also, quite frankly, found it incredibly sexy to
show my dick off to my son.  I don't think he was trying to show his to me,
but I really got off on the idea of showing mine to him.  So I did.  And
after a few seconds, I turned and walked out of the room.  My heart was
racing as I left the family room.  I couldn't believe what I'd just done!
And, of course, my dick went from semi-hard back to fully rigid.  In fact,
I realized I needed to get off.

I went upstairs and into the bathroom in our bedroom, pushed the door
closed behind me and, in one quick motion, raised the toilet seat with my
right hand and pulled my dick free with my left.  I wasn't wearing any
underwear, so I just pulled my sweats down until my dick sprang free and
suddenly, I was jerking my dick like a teenager!  I closed my eyes and
everything I'd seen this morning came rushing back to me: Colin in his bed
with his nightshirt pulled up, his dick flopping over when he rolled over
and then seeing him get hard downstairs.  It was all just... so amazing and
sexy.  It took almost no time for me to feel that familiar churning right
behind my balls that told me I was going to come soon.  I made sure I was
positioned over the toilet so I could just shoot, then I reached out with
my left hand and placed it on the wall, leaning into it.  A few more
strokes and I knew I was going to shoot.  I tried to aim my dick as best I
could into the toilet bowl and I slowed down my stroking to really work the
area of my dick right behind the head.  Oh, Man!  It felt so good.  I was
so worked up.  Then, with a muffled grunt, I let the first shot fly.
Oh... fuck!  It felt so good to come.  I needed this so badly.  The first
shot actually hit the back of the toilet seat, as did the second, but the
rest of the spurts of cum fell into the toilet, each with a heavy "plop."
The pleasure of the orgasm washed over me, and I closed my eyes, feeling
nothing by my cock and the muscles contracting with each spurt.

Finally, as my orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes and looked down.  There
were globs of cum slowly sinking to the bottom of the toilet, and a few
large globs running down the back of the toilet seat.  And in my hand was
my still-hard cock, bright red and pulsing with each heartbeat.  There was
still a big blob of cum on the end of my dick and I ran my fingers over it,
gathering it onto my hand.  Without thinking, I brought my fingers to my
mouth and licked off what cum was there, savoring what little flavor I
could get from them.  I grabbed some tissues and wiped my fingers, wiped
the toilet seat, threw it in the toilet and flushed.

"Phew," I thought.  "I really needed that!"

I pulled my sweats back up and looked in the mirror.  I still had a rather
large lump in the front, but it would go down soon enough that I could join
the family again.  Then I realized there was a wet spot where the tip of my
dick was. Now I'd have to change.  I washed my hands, still looking in the
mirror, thinking about this morning and how fucking awesome it was - what a
special gift I got from my son without his even knowing.  This would
definitely be a Christmas I wouldn't forget.

Turning, I realized that I hadn't actually shut the door to the bathroom
when I came in, but had simply pushed it closed.  The door had hit the
frame and then opened a bit, leaving a thin sliver open to the bedroom. As
I opened the door, something caught my eye and I took me a second to
realize what it was.  I t was Colin, in his nightshirt, walking out the
bedroom.  It was just a flash, a movement of white fabric and skin, but I
realized it was Colin.  It had to have been him.  Had he been there?
Watching me?  Was he standing outside the bathroom watching his old man
jerk off thinking about him?

I don't know.  I still don't know.  But I really wanted to get this down,
to write it out so I wouldn't forget.  Like I said, I'm typing this as
quickly as I can so I don't forget anything.  But all I want to do is find
my son and ask him what he was doing this morning and, if he was doing what
I think he was doing, did he enjoy it?  Maybe this Christmas will get even
more interesting.  Maybe I'll get another present I didn't know I wanted
until now.