Date: Mon, 23 Apr 2012 17:44:10 -0400
From: drekguy08grad@gmail.com
Subject: When Everything Started to Change III

I couldn't stand it anymore! Ever since dad had gotten me a computer I
found myself consumed with looking at porn. It didn't matter what time of
day, or what other tasks I was supposed to be doing. Any homework that
required the internet soon lead to a porn session. Wake up in the middle of
the night to use the bathroom? Why not see if anything new had been added
to the web. I was hooked. More recently I found myself looking at more
specific things. Once the initial searches for (boobs), (pussy),
(dick/cock) and the rest of it had been exhausted I started searching for
videos of dads and sons. I finally felt like I wasn't alone. That no matter
how taboo the subject may be, there were hundreds of other boys that felt
the way I did about their daddies. This intrigued me. Perhaps my father was
like one of these dads that was longing for me just as much as I was for
him. It was a crazy thought, but one that managed to keep me sane for
awhile, but now I just can't take it anymore. I'm tired of touching myself,
wishing it was my fathers strong hands. I'm tired of searching through
hours of videos and pictures looking for "just the right one" that looks
close enough to my father to fuel my jerk off session. I'm tired of cheap
imitations. I want the real thing. I want my father.

So, I devised a plan. Lately my dad seems to be keeping a more watchful eye
on me and how I'm spending my time. A couple times after hanging out with
friends I've come home to find my computer in screen saver mode, when I had
shut it down before leaving the house. Was my dad spying on me? The thought
sent fear and excitement into my bones. As terrifying as the prospect of
him seeing my recent search history was, I knew that this could be my
perfect way of testing the waters with him. I could let him know how I was
feeling without having to utter a word to him. Then he would either
confront me, ignore it and consider it as normal pubescent boy thoughts or
(and more hopefully) he would react by engaging me.
Dad was home for the evening, my sister was at my aunts for the weekend and
I was heading out to see a movie with a friend from school. After I had
showered and gotten dressed I decided to take a minute to surf the net.
Remembering my intentions, I started to search for "dad catches son jerking
off", "dad son cock fuck", "son seduces dad". A lot of the results were
parental concerns for their gay children, fathers trying to have "the talk"
with their boys, but a few hot results did surface. In the process I
discovered the nifty website. I began reading stories in the gay/incest
section and quickly realized that I would not leave the house content
without rubbing one off. The stories were just too good. I could feel
myself in their shoes. I felt the yearning of these boys that wanted that
connection with their fathers. I wanted all of that too. My desires became
so intense that I decided to take my gamble one step further. I switched
the webcam on and started recording while I read and began to slip my hands
into my shorts. If I leave this video on my desktop and my father is
snooping through my stuff, he will find it. There's no turning back now...

While reading a very hot, detailed account of a dad who took his son
camping, I was also playing videos on xtube to stimulate my audio senses
and rubbing my fingers up and down my smooth dick. While I was rubbing my
balls I slowly inched my fingers closer to my ass. The feeling was insane.
I gently circled the rim without entering, teasing myself beyond repair. I
saw the blinking light of the webcam, reminding me that I was recording so
I started to speak:
"Oh God- Dad! This is all I've ever wanted. I want you to see me as a man.
I want you to feel me as only two adults can. I want you to love me like no
father should." I almost couldn't believe the words that were escaping my
lips. It sounded so much clearer when I said it out loud instead of letting
it consume my thoughts and drive me to obsession. I clicked open the camera
window to make sure my body was in full view. I admired myself through the
image. The camera made my dick look fuller. I liked it. It was not long
after the I felt the chill start from my toes and shoot up through my heart
as I shot a load right onto my keyboard, moaning, doing my best to surpress
a scream.
After I had orgasmed I realized that I wasn't alone. Dad was just down the
hall, and I mustve been pretty loud. I dressed at lightning speed and saved
the video file as "jerk off vid1" right on my desktop. I minimized Google,
leaving the sites active and smiled at my brilliance. There was no turning
back now. It was now or never. I couldn't take the fantasy any longer. I
vowed to myself that if this didn't work than I needed to move on from it
and let it go. But I really, really hope I won't have to...