Date: Mon, 8 Apr 2024 21:10:17 +0200 (CEST)
From: karcamel@tutanota.com
Subject: Do you think what I think, Toby? (gay, adult/youth)

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Do you think what I think, Toby?


I live with my family in a small one-story house on the outskirts of
town. I have a beautiful wife and two children. My daughter, Tara, is
thirteen years old, a beautiful young woman on the verge of womanhood. My
son, Toby, is eleven years old, somewhat athletic, the teenage years have
not yet taken the childlike sweetness out of him.

I myself am 52, a man who has worked physically all his life. I'm bald
because my hair started to hate my head and leave it sometime in my
forties. I have a short chin beard and a rather strong body.

My job is such that sometimes we have to work a lot of overtime, sometimes
less, and so I often have some time for myself during the day when I'm not
working. I renovate the house here and there when there's something that
needs fixing. I like to work in the garden in summer and winter.

But sometimes, when there's nothing to do, I lie in bed, surf the web on my
phone, and sometimes I get those manly urges, and why not take advantage of
the situation when I'm home alone?

One day the situation was such: I had absolutely nothing to do. I made
myself lunch and retired to the sofa to read a book. As is often the case
with me, I started thinking about sex. I searched the web for a porn site
and put on the videos.

I kept rubbing my hardening cock against my boxers. (The great thing about
being home alone is that no one cares how you dress.) I pulled the elastic
down and let my hard cock pop out of my underpants. I pulled my foreskin up
and down as my arousal increased, and I was about to come when I heard a
noise coming from the back door.  The back door is in the living room, and
the couch is at a slight angle to it, so you can't see the door window
directly when you're lying on it.

With a dark red swollen cock in my hand, I reached up a little higher to
see what was making the noise. To my horror, behind the door was my son and
his friend Matt. The boys were staring at my dick with their eyes wide
open, but they didn't know that I had seen them. Obviously the boys were in
no hurry to get inside, but stayed to wait for my show to continue.

Going around the front yard added a few hundred steps to the school run,
but pushing through a gap in the hedge into the back yard saved steps. Toby
knew the door was rarely locked when I was home.

For some reason that I hadn't experienced before, my fervor rose to new
heights, so I kept jerking off. I was constantly on the verge of orgasm,
knowing that the boys were staring at me as I did my naughty
thing. Eventually I couldn't hold back any longer and let the seed fly
free. I put my other hand in a cup in front of the head of the cock to keep
the cum from flying around the room.

I pulled the foreskin back evenly, enjoying the aftershocks of orgasm, and
let my performance continue. I squirmed a little again and watched as the
boys watched my organ without blinking. Then I pulled my boxers back up and
got off the couch without looking at the door. While I was in the bathroom
cleaning up, I heard a clatter from the front door as Toby came in. Through
the hallway this time.

Ten minutes later I had showered and changed into clean clothes. Toby was
sitting at the kitchen table. On the table was a carton of milk and a box
of rice cereal. He ate his snack as usual, as if he hadn't seen anything
new or different. He lifted his eyes from the comic book and looked at me.

"Hi, Dad," he said in his normal voice.

"Well, hello to you too. You're early, is school out already?"

"Yeah, the biology teacher called in sick...

"Well... that's nice. I guess?"

"Of course. I wanted to take Matt to see a new PC game I bought last
week. He didn't come, so that's kind of a bummer."

I understood very well why Toby's friend didn't want to confront me right
now, I wouldn't have known what to do in a similar situation. Toby, on the
other hand, acted as if nothing had happened.

A few days passed. I had to work again, from morning till night, until I
had another break of a few days. I was home alone, rather idle and
frustrated. I had often thought about the time when Toby and his friends
had surprised me by having fun alone. These thoughts always excited me,
this time it happened again and I had an idea.

I looked at the children's school schedules. My wife wouldn't be home until
after five, as usual. Tara's school seemed to end at 4:00, but Toby would
be home at 1:30.  I calculated in my head that he'd be home around 2:00
after the school run. Of course, there was a chance that he would stay and
play on the way home, but there was nothing I could do about that.

I looked at the clock, excited. I knew what I was doing. Of course, I
didn't even imagine that what I was doing made any sense, but it was
exciting and arousing and therefore fascinating. I lay on the couch with my
cell phone in my hand, but this time I didn't need porn as a stimulant, I
had a festive erection without it, just thinking that I was being watched
again.

I lay down on the couch and jerked my swollen organ off in lust. I must
have been doing this for ten minutes and my dick was getting sore. The
slimy head in my hand flattened every time it hit the foreskin, and in the
middle of that sound I heard a muffled thump. I had noticed that you could
see a reflection on the door from the TV screen. The view wasn't exact, but
it was good enough to see Toby standing behind the door, watching my hand
move up and down the shaft of my rock hard cock as the daylight reflected
off the slimy knob.

Toby was on his own now, but that didn't make my excitement any less
intense. I found it exciting. The viewer was my own son. I continued to
enjoy myself for another five minutes, and Toby made no move to leave, but
watched as I once again shot my cum into the air towards my hand. In the
throes of my orgasm, in the midst of all the fulfillment, I saw Toby
looking at the TV in the living room.

Toby looked at the screen for a moment and then turned his head back to
me. I couldn't tell if he saw a reflection of me on the screen. I was
pretty sure there would be no reflection in the dim light of the room as
there would be if the reflection came from the bright outside. I jerked my
limp cock for a while longer as the last spurt of cum dripped down the
shaft of my hand. I got up and headed for the shower.

The same pattern repeated itself. Toby sat at the table eating his cereal
and greeted me.

"Hi Dad. Can you tell me what you do here when you're by yourself?"

Toby asked, obviously just to get some kind of roundabout answer from
me. He was interested to see what kind of explanation I could come up
with. Of course, I do more than just masturbate during the day, so I was
able to give a pretty reasonable answer.

Toby was still eating his snack and I was thinking about what you see from
the outside when you mirror the TV screen. I went outside and got my
pruning shears. I did some gardening and slowly crept behind the door. I
bent down a little and imagined that my eyes were at Toby's level.

The TV screen reflected the image inside as well as outside. All the couch
cushions stood out clearly, so it was obvious that if Toby had any
imagination at all, he could deduce that I was aware of his presence. Toby
had been watching me through the screen and our eyes met for a split
second. Surely that was enough to tell the boy that I was watching him
through it.

"Funny," Toby said as he reached into the garden and saw me holding pruning
shears.

"What's funny?" I wondered.

"You just took a shower and now you're doing yard work. Wouldn't it be
smarter to do it the other way around?"

This is what you get for having smart kids, I thought to myself.

"No, I'm not... I'm just leveling the bushes."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Toby said and went back inside.

The floor plan of our apartment is such that you go from the living room to
the kitchen via a hallway with bedroom doors along it. The kids keep their
bedroom doors closed; when they were younger, they were always open. Sad
how time flies. As I walked into the kitchen, Toby's bedroom door was
ajar. It was strange because usually the door was either fully open or
fully closed. The half open door made me curious.

I looked through the crack. I could see into the room so that only half of
the bed was visible. Toby was lying on his back and his pants were almost
down to his knees.  I could only see part of him, from his toes to just
below his chest. I was quite surprised by what I saw.

Toby was holding his little pre-teen boy's dick between his fingers and
moving his foreskin up and down. The organ was stiff, it reminded me of a
thick marker pen in its thickness and length. It was pink with a darker
glow from the knob. It was like a miniature of a grown man's cock, really
pretty. There were no hairs at its base, let alone any growing in the
little nuts. A perfectly naked and beautiful little boy's penis.

My pants were getting tight again. I put my hand inside my pants and
started masturbating in time with my son. It felt erotic to masturbate
together at the same pace, even if Toby didn't know it. The speed of his
hands increased and soon he was masturbating at a fast, steady pace. I
could hear him moaning softly and his hips were clearly moving with
pleasure.

I let go at exactly the same time as Toby. His cock was throbbing in his
crotch an his hips were moving up and down. My aching cock shot its juice
into my undies, and I tried to keep my voice down. Toby's dick wasn't
shooting anything, his orgasm was dry, and somehow I found that to be
incredibly erotic.

When the biggest wave of pleasure was over, I turned to leave the doorway,
and as I did, my shoulder hit the door, opening it a few inches. I tried to
slip out quietly, but at the same time the same damn shoulder hit the
painting, which began to sway, making a rasping sound against the wall.

I sat down on the TV chair in my cum soaked underwear and turned on the
TV. I watched some stupid TV show with my mind somewhere else. Soon Toby
came out of his room and sat down on the couch as if he hadn't done
anything. You wouldn't have known anything about the boy if you hadn't seen
the red in his cheeks.

We watched TV in silence. I wondered if Toby had left the door open on
purpose togive me the same kind of show I had given him twice before.

I guess we should find out, but how?



TO BE CONTINUED

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