Date: Wed, 10 Apr 2024 19:23:59 +0200 (CEST)
From: karcamel@tutanota.com
Subject: Do you think what I think, Toby?  (Chapter 2)

Do you think what I think, Toby?

Chapter 2


A few days passed again. I worked from morning to night, but my thoughts
were on how to get more attention from my son. I knew there were great
risks involved, but perhaps I had imagined much more than there was. Would
I be willing to risk at least my face in front of my son, at worst the
whole world?

   Sometimes it was easy to listen to the voice of reason and think like a
good father should. But again, when the desires began to swirl in my mind,
all I could think about was how to get things done.

   I made love to my wife at night. It wasn't hard for me to get aroused,
but my arousal was mostly generated by thinking about Toby again and how
beautiful his hairless dick was when it was hard. My wife sucked me off and
I closed my eyes. I imagined my dick being sucked by Toby and thought how
wonderful it would be to train him to be a skilled cocksucker.

   Work was getting scarce again and I knew a few days off were coming. I
wondered if I'd be ready to get things moving. I wanted to be cautious, but
my sense of caution was outweighed 100-0 by my sexual attraction. I had an
idea that would take very little effort to implement.

   I remembered a movie from my childhood about three boys about 11 years
old who go on a rowing trip and end up on an island, but the boat runs away
and they are trapped on the island. The movie was aimed at children of the
same age and the plot wasn't particularly brilliant, but it was certainly a
great adventure for a young boy.

   The boys in the movie settled on the island after the first panic. They
built a shelter and fished with sharp wooden sticks. The island was sandy
and always sunny, so the boys spent most of the movie in shorts and no
shirt. The movie was easy to find online and I downloaded it onto a memory
stick.

   I checked the school schedule for the next day and it looked very
good. Tara's school would end at 4 again, Toby would be home around 2. I
was pretty sure Toby would come straight from school, knowing I was home,
so I trusted the boy's natural curiosity.

   The couch was, as before, in a convenient position in front of the
window, so I could pretend I didn't know that he was watching me. The TV
was also in an excellent position to be watched from the patio, freely
viewable, as our previous mirroring had shown. I plugged the memory stick
into the TV and searched for the part of the movie where the boys were
already on the island and settling in. The 65-inch screen brought out the
half-naked bodies beautifully.

   I put on the movie and pulled my dick out of my boxers. I didn't have to
work hard to get it up, it was already rock hard and leaking glitter from
the head. I pulled the foreskin up and down with pleasure. Occasionally I
stroked my balls with one hand.  I lifted my shirt higher, exposing more
skin. It was 2:30 in the afternoon. I heard a thumping sound coming from
the window, hardly an accident.

   I lifted my head slightly to frown at the back door. Toby was standing
in the doorway with his face pressed against the window. His breath left a
rapidly evaporating fog on the glass. I tilted my head, assuming I could
look at the door without Toby noticing. I watched the boy stare at the
screen and then at my stiff cock.

   On the TV screen, three tanned, slender, nice-looking boys were playing
a game, and I was jerking off, enjoying every second of it.

   That was the whole idea. Now Toby was in no doubt as to what turned me
on, who would wank off watching little boys if they weren't attracted to
them? I watched as Toby put his hand down the front of his pants and
squeezed himself, staring at my cock.  I was pretty sure my plan had been a
complete success.

   Finally I gave in and let the cum fly down my stomach and shirt. It was
unbelievable how intense the orgasms I had with my son watching me were,
with my wife I hadn't had orgasms like this in a long time, if ever.

   I came out of the shower with clean clothes on, the situation was like
the Groundhog Day movie; Toby was eating his cereal without showing the
slightest sign of being confused. I grabbed a cold beer from the fridge and
sat down to join him.

   "Hey, Toby. You got out of school early today." I said, pretending to be
surprised.

   "Yeah, I get out of school at half past one on Thursdays." The boy
looked at me with a thoughtful expression. "Do you always shower during the
day?"

   "Uhh, yeah." The question surprised me. There was clearly a tone that
betrayed a subtle teasing. "Yeah, well... daytime is a good time when the
others are away."

   "Yep, yep."

   There was something in Toby's voice that clearly meant to imply that the
whole shower thing was bullshit. I wanted to change the subject.

   "Did you get much homework?"

   "Nothing more than some math."

   "Okay." It was hard for me to think of anything to say, I couldn't be
the easygoing dad I'd been before.

   We sat in silence, Toby spooning the last of his cereal off his plate. I
thought about our game of cat and mouse. Another step had been taken, but
was it any good? I was pretty sure the boy wasn't going to go around
yelling at people about what he'd seen me do. Toby got up from the table
and told me he was going to do his homework.

   I sat down on the couch and had another beer. I watched the news on TV
and wondered how the world was getting worse. Was I on the wrong track,
too? Probably, if you asked anyone else. I went back to the kitchen to
return the empty bottle I had drunk.  Toby's bedroom door was ajar again.

   I crept quietly to the door and looked in cautiously. Toby was lying on
his bed with his pants pulled up to his knees. He held the root of his
stiff dick in his hand and wiggled it back and forth. Occasionally, he
jerked the shaft while the foreskin moved comfortably under his hand,
giving the act a little slip. His expression was one of concentration and
pleasure.

   I dug my cock out of my pants and began jerking off with my own swollen
organ. I must have been a little careless, because my face apparently came
out of the doorway too much at one point, when Toby looked right at me and
flinched. I quickly backed away and soon looked back. The boy continued to
play with his toy and a subtle smile was on his lips. I was absolutely sure
that this performance was made for me. We cummed again at the same time,
probably hearing each other's heavy breathing from both sides of the door.

   I went back to the couch and Tara came home. Teenage girl style, she
mumbled something in response to my greeting, not even looking at me as she
went into her room and closed the door. Toby came to sit next to me,
leaning on his knees.

   "Dull teen," Toby said.

   "Tara?"

   "Yeah. She's gotten weird."

   "She's in her teens, that's when a lot of different changes happen. Boys
come into the picture at that age, and a lot of other things that didn't
mean anything a minute ago."

   "I know that," Toby snorted. "And I wonder what she does with these
boys?" Toby asked, even though I was sure he knew.

   "Well, it's none of our business, of course. I hope she has some sense
in her head."  I said and looked at my son, wondering what a strange
conversation we were having.

   "No way, she's Tara."

   I didn't comment further, I guess I couldn't afford to judge others,
after all I was just trying to seduce my son into something that would
surprise Tara and the whole world.

   I had an idea.

   "I've been thinking that we haven't had much of this kind of father-son
time, don't you think?"

   "Um, yeah, I guess." Toby replied, arching his eyebrows in slight
confusion.

   "My work buddy has a motorboat. Not a very big one, but one of those
steering wheel boats. I was wondering if he'd lend it to me. We could go
out on the lake for a while, just the two of us."

   "Wow, that sounds like fun! I hope he'll lend it to you! Could I steer
it too?"

   "Let's see if we can get the boat first, then we'll see who gets to
steer." I congratulated myself, the idea came out of nowhere. "I'll call
him right away."

   My buddy had no objection to me borrowing the boat. The only condition
was that I buy my own gas.

   "How about Saturday?" I asked Toby. We'll have the boat first thing in
the morning.

   "Sure, great! Let's go see the islands and then go as fast as the boat
will take us!"

   "Hmmm. We have to be careful with the boat, it's only on loan. But I
think we'll get to experience the thrill of speed. And we don't have to
bring it back until Sunday."

   "Ohhh! Let's go picnicking!" Toby said excitedly.

   "Of course we do! What do you say we take a tent and camp out on an
island somewhere?  Wouldn't that be exciting?"

   Toby looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. He was biting his lower lip
playfully, and you could tell from his expression that he thought a boat
trip would be a lot more exciting than just boating.

   I winked. "Deal?"

   "Yeah, definitely a deal!"


TO BE CONTINUED

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