Date: Fri, 29 Nov 2002 10:52:48 -0500 From: Roland Spildew Subject: Father's Day (voy, inc, M-solo, B-solo) FATHER'S DAY by Roland Spildew -------------------------- 1. This story is erotic fiction. If you read it you will be exposing yourself to depictions of homosexual acts and thoughts intended to arouse the reader. Don't read it if such literature is illegal for you to read in your state or country or if such literature is offensive to you. 2. The characters are fictional and do not depict any actual person, living or dead. 3. If you like the story, you might also like my personal, non-commercial web site where I have some pictures, stories and thoughts devoted to the subject of masturbation: http://fetish.maleserver.com/solosex/ 4. I welcome comments. Email me at spildew@hotmail.com. I'd love to hear what you think. ------------------------- I'm in the dark. My chance has come. She's left and he has gone into his room and maybe he's just going to listen to CDs or watch his TV, but I have a hunch that he's going to take this nice chunk of free time to masturbate. He's lying on the bed now, reading a comic book with his hand beneath the waistband, doing that universal male thing of just feeling for the security of his own warm cock and balls. I'm in the closet looking through a crack in the wall hidden by the frame of his mirror. I'm very quiet. Will he do it? I ardently hope it. He finishes the comic book and tosses it on the floor. He looks at himself in the mirror for a moment. I can see his hand moving beneath the denim of his jeans. He's going to do it. I can tell by his face and the way he's rubbing himself. I'm hard with the anticipation of it though I haven't so much as touched myself yet. I feel a smug grin on my face knowing that I'm finally going to watch him, that my scheming and months of waiting are finally going to bear fruit. He gets off the bed and goes to the door, opens it and looks out to see that I'm nowhere to be seen. He leaves my line of sight then, but I know where he's going. A few months ago he "caught" me looking through my secret stash of porn that I keep behind a box of tools in the garage. He pretended he didn't see anything, and I pretended he didn't as well, but the next day I checked and sure enough, one of the collection was missing. A few days later I saw that it was back and that another was gone. I added a few pieces to round it out since I didn't know what he might like. More than half of it was straight fuck and suck picture and story magazines, and I added some bi and gay things and some confession rags with some more bizarre and kinky stories as well as the usual sweaty fuck stuff. I could tell that he went through them all at least once, and some more than that. A couple of them disappeared for good and one came back with pages stuck together. I was getting a kick out of it all. It reminded me of when I was his age, beating off over my dad's porn. A couple of times as his mother and I were fucking I couldn't help but visualize him on the other side of the bedroom wall beating off at the same time. He comes back into the room with maybe five or six of the magazines. I can see a Penthouse on the top, but can't really make out the rest. He lowers his jeans and boxers and flops onto the bed with his material. I've been waiting so long to see this: my son's hard-on for the first time. It's not a monster, not as big as his old man's, but the fact that it's his is enough to excite me. It doesn't take much time to rise up stiff and hard. The glans crowns the shaft like a helmet--so beautiful, so fucking beautiful. He lays on his side, slowly flipping pages and just barely, lightly touching his cock with the tips of his fingers. I'm proud of him. He already knows the importance of going slow, giving himself the time to explore and develop the pleasures in his cock. My pants are down around my ankles by now. I'm working my hard penis slowly too, kind of imitating him, kind of wanting to feel in my cock what he's feeling in his. He finishes with the first magazine, turns back to a particular page and lays it aside where he can see it whenever he wants. Before he starts on the next, he kicks off his pants and shorts so that he is now wearing only a t-shirt. I have to say it, even if he is my own flesh and blood: he's beautiful. His favorite game is basketball and it shows in his lean and sinewy torso, the taut muscles that live beneath and shape the skin which is perfect in its youthful health and smoothness. The way his butt curves into his thigh, or how his calf narrows down to his ankle makes me giddy. It makes me want to be an artist, a sculptor. He rolls onto his back and I have to love the narrow structure of his hips and the way they make a kind of cradle holding his lower belly and cock and balls. From his bedside stand he pulls out a tube of vaseline. I make a mental note to put a jar of albolene somewhere near the porn. He takes a glop of it and rubs it on his cock, making it glisten and its colors deepen--especially the head. A very low little moan escapes him as he wraps his hand completely around his penis and starts the full, steady jack. So good. His eyes close for a second and his lips part as everything falls away and he feels only that first little wave of pleasure that promises so much more to come. I can tell he's settling himself in for a long, slow ride. He knows for once he has the time to get as much out of his hand and cock as they can give him. My cock is oozing out strings of precum. The sight of him has me so aroused that I can't do a full out jack or I'll cum. I use my cock with a light, practiced touch. Looking at porn he's already seen, he is making a much more gradual ascent. He jacks with a steady rhythm as he leafs through another magazine. Every now and then he stops at a particular picture and speeds up his action, and reaches down with his left hand to play with his smooth balls that have already started to tighten up around the base of his penis. He feels back behind his balls, kind of stroking the root of his cock back there. His gaze is intent on the pictures, except once in a while a jolt of pleasure passes from his cock and out through his body to his head and his eyes close and his mouth opens and you know he's feeling so incredibly fucking good. He stops stroking because he's starting to get close. He rests for a minute then looks back at the magazine; turns another page, slowly starts jacking again. As he did with the first magazine, when he finishes this one he chooses a particular picture and lays that by the other one, masturbates while he looks at them both for a little bit, then goes on to the next magazine. He stops, sits up and pulls his t-shirt off over his head and tosses it on the floor. He looks straight into the mirror. It almost feels like he's looking at me. His chest is smooth and taut with one little muscle rippling under the skin of his right side as he jerks on his meat. With his free hand he rubs his chest and flat little stomach, brushing his nipples slightly and then giving each a little pinch. He stops masturbating and his face breaks into a grin. He gets on his knees facing the mirror and with his hands on his ass cheeks, he watches as he makes his steel hard cock jerk and bounce up and down. He pulls on his balls, trying to make them hang lower. But as soon as he lets go, they rise back up again, close into his groin. He thrusts his hips forward and leans his shoulders back. The lithe, living muscle and skin are smooth and tight. I nearly gasp out loud as I watch him play at being Narcissus. He sits back against the headboard of the bed. He applies another viscous gob of petroleum jelly to his amazed and amazing dick, begins again the rhythmic pumping of his hand and opens the next magazine. As before, he builds the waves up again until he has to stop. Suddenly he pulls his hand away. I know he is a split second from cumming. He doesn't touch himself for a little while, but continues with the pictures in the magazine. Then his hand moves in again and slowly caresses and plays and begins to pump again, and once more he's at the verge and has to pull back. I'm impressed. I didn't learn such control until I was much older than he is now. At the moment I feel like I still might not. I want to cum so bad. But I'm determined to wait until he does. This jacking goes on and on. My kid is a prodigy of masturbation. I can see the way he makes the electric pleasure surge through his whole body. he is not looking at the magazine now. His eyes open and close. I think he sees other pornography in his mind. When he opens his eyes, he watches himself intently in the mirror, his legs spread wide and leaning back he can clearly see (as can I) his pink and brown little ass hole puckered down below his tight little balls. A clear fluid seeps out of his cock and mixes with the vaseline. He jacks at various speeds and pressures, playing his cock as if it were some sort of instrument that makes his whole being vibrate with the pulsing of the approaching and receding waves of intense pleasure. I can't touch my cock. I don't know how he can, but he does. I am in awe. And I am focused on him and his dick as he is on himself. I can't imagine how he could have attained such a state of ability and control in so short a time. With the long finger of his free hand he has started a gentle circling motion around his asshole. He spreads his legs as wide as he can so he can see it in the mirror. Finally his finger touches the center. He sighs, and a vision of deep bliss seems to emanate from his face. He brings his finger up and looks at it for a moment, then lowers it again. He rubs his hole up and down, round and round. Once again he brings his hand up to his face. He looks at his finger. He puts it under his nose and smells it. This is strange. This is incredibly strange. I am so turned on by watching him, yet I'm confused by this asshole thing he's doing. He's smelling his asshole. Where did that come from? I never imagined he could get into that kind of weirdness. I never did, never wanted to. But I can't not watch him. My cock is rigid and on the point of eruption. He looks at his finger once again, smells again, lowers it again. He relaxes his asshole, gently rubs it with that finger and slowly, slowly inserts his long, thin, beautiful, graceful finger right up his hole past the knuckle. His eyes are closed so that he is sensually focused on one hand artfully working his brilliantly hard cock, and the feeling in his ass of his finger exploring his prostate and the hot, enveloping, silky nasty sides of his shit hole. My head is spinning. His face shows him deep into the experience. Slowly he pulls his finger out, opens his eyes as he brings it up to his face. He slides the finger from tip to knuckle smelling the stink of his own hole, then pulls back and looks again. Does he see something there? His jacking has become slow, slow, slow. Looking across his finger into the mirror, he watches himself open his mouth and slide that finger onto his tongue, then closes his mouth over it and sucks. There is a grimace at the first taste of it, but then an ecstasy overrides that as his eyes close and as, finally, the cum boils and erupts from his cock with a force so great that the first pulse hits the headboard and the second shoots onto his face. He is jacking furiously now, moaning as he sucks his dirty finger. I feel utter revulsion at the sight of his perversion just as I enter into a whooshing ecstasy of orgasm. My sperm shoots onto the closet wall. I hear myself groaning. I can't help it. When I open my eyes again he is lying there, his right hand holding a greasy, spent cock; his left hand lying against his breast bone. His eyes, half open, look toward the mirror. I don't know if he could hear my groan or not. I pull my pants up so I can walk into the bedroom and collapse on the bed. I have just witnessed my son suck the asshole stink off his finger. I orgasmed over it. I wonder what I should do now. ========================================= Roland Spildew Spildew@Hotmail.com Check my website to see some of my illustrations, mostly about masturbators. http://fetish.maleserver.com/solosex =========================================