Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2010 16:18:32 -0600 From: Karls Friend Subject: Karl 3 ***Okay, the formalities first. If you are under 18 or whatever it is in your neighborhood for you to read adult material, stop now! This is intended for an audience that can appreciate the vices and virtues of being a daddy (in any sense of the word). While this story is based on events that happened to me as a child, I've taken liberties with exact details and so on. Okay guys. DON'T try this at home. While the kid on the next block may be wearing his speedo around the neighborhood in the summer, it doesn't give you the right or license to do anything else but admire the view. When you walk by the neighbors house and the boys are out front playing on their slip and slides and getting soaked to the bone just pretend to stop and watch the fun. They don't have to know that what you really want to do is feed them a little of your daddy milk while you play with those firm little butts. While the daddies of these boys may get the opportunity to do more than just watch, that luxury is left for them. I'm pretty sure more than one daddy has stood next to his son at the ball park and looked down to see what his son has between his legs, or looked over at the kid who has pulled his pants all the way down and he stands at the little urinal to pee, lasciviously enjoying the view of those two little white mounds as the boy pushes his hips forward to hit the urinal cake as he joyously yells to his dad to look at the way his pee turns blue. Again, this is the luxury for others. When we go into the bathroom and stand at the urinal it is best to go in, maybe step back a little to give junior a view, but leave it at that. Even if it looks like junior's mouth may be watering to have a taste, it's best to put it away and zip it up before juniors mom yells for him to hurry up. So stand up, pull those pants down, get the box of kleenex ready. Karl 3 For the rest of the day I felt sick to my stomach. I'd rather run away than have to face daddy. I guess I was extra quiet 'cause mommy asked if I was feeling okay. I told her I had a tummy ache and she said I should go to bed early and if I didn't feel better tomorrow she was gonna take me to the doctor. I didn't argue with her 'cause I was afraid she might want to know why I had a tummy ache and I couldn't tell her why. That night I heard the car pull up and daddy and Karl come in the house. I didn't want daddy to yell at me in front of Karl so I just stayed in bed. I heard Karl ask about me (which made me feel better) and then daddy said he had talked to mommy earlier in the day and she told him I didn't feel good. I listened to them talk a little bit more but couldn't make out what they were saying. Then I heard Karl leave. As daddy walked down the hall I heard him stop at my door. I closed my eyes and pretended I was asleep. Then I heard the door open and could smell daddy. I was afraid to open my eyes so I just laid there with my eyes closed. Then daddy closed the door and walked to his and mommy's room. The next thing I knew it was morning and I could hear mommy and daddy talking in the kitchen. I laid there for a little while and finally decided I had to get up and see how mad daddy was. I hurried up and ran into the bathroom 'cause I always had a stiffy in the morning. After I peed it went away. So I stood there peeing and looked down at my penis. It seemed so small compared to the ones in the magazines. Then I remembered daddy's magazines and felt sick again. As I walked down the hall I heard mommy saying, "Well, he plays down there a lot. I don't want him coming across that stuff. I don't mind if you have it but just keep it put away." Then I heard daddy say, "Alright already. I moved it up into the cabinet. I even put it on the top shelf so he's not going to stumble on it." Were they talking about the magazines? I almost ran into the kitchen. As I came in mommy said I must be feeling better and daddy asked, "Are you feeling better sport?" I shook my head and ran over to him and gave him a big hug. He said, "Well, someone's feeling lovey this morning." I just looked up at him and smiled. He told me to go sit down so I could eat my cereal. I sat there and felt like I could jump to the ceiling. A little later daddy kissed mommy and me goodbye and left for work. After I finished my cereal mommy told me to brush my teeth and get dressed cause we were going shopping. I liked it when we went shopping. Mommy said we were going to Kmart and maybe we could buy another matchbox car. I ran to my room and took off my pajamas and put on my underwear and pants and my favorite rugby shirt. It was blue and red striped shirt with a white color. Then I looked in the mirror and made sure my hair was nice and combed. When I was putting my comb back on the dresser I saw the shell Karl had given me 2 nights earlier and smiled because tonight I would go into the kitchen when daddy got home and I would get to see Karl again. As we were shopping I was suddenly much more aware of all the men's big crotches. It was the '70s and tight pants were in. I saw one man who had his jeans so tight and rubbed so thin I could see he wasn't wearing any underwear. He had on a shirt that had a number on it like football players wear but he didn't look like the men on T.V. I didn't know why but he made me very excited like I felt when I would look at daddy's magazines. I followed the man around for a while and watched him as he browsed through a bunch of shirts. A couple of times he looked right at me and smiled. A minute later this pretty girl came up to him and I think was his girlfriend. She came up behind him and he turned around and they kissed. They stood there kissing for a minute or two and when she pulled away from him I could see that his penis was hard. They both laughed. Then he said something to her and she turned and looked at me. I didn't know why, but I knew what I was doing something that might get me in trouble and I got really embarrassed, so went to find mommy. When I found her she was practically in the same place where i left her. She was looking at dresses and stuff for summer. She told me to go over to the boys department and look for some shorts since the days were getting hot. I liked pretending I was shopping all by myself. It made me feel all grown up. I sometimes need getting stuff off the shelfs and this particular day I was glad I did. I was trying to reach a pair of shorts that was just out of my reach when I heard someone behind me say, "Here li'l guy. I'll get that for you." When I turned around it was the man from the men's department that had been looking at shirts. He leaned over me and he pressed his crotch right on my arm. I could feel the head of his penis through the fabric of his jeans on my skin. It felt really good. I started feeling all hot and could feel my face get red. He stayed there for a second and then handed me down the shorts I was looking at. He said, "Those are neat. I think they would look good on you." I smiled and said, "you think so?" He said, "Why don't you go try 'em on." As I headed for the boys dressing room he said the dressing rooms in the men's department were better and I should try them on over there. I didn't know if I should or not. Mommy usually had me try them on for her. But I knew I wanted to try them on so he could see me so I went over into the men's dressing room and pulled the curtain shut. It did seem bigger than the boys dressing room and there was a bench. I took off my pants and folded them and put them on the bench. Just then I heard someone else come into the dressing room. I peeked out on one side of the curtain and saw the guy from outside go into the dressing room right across from mine, only he didn't pull his curtain all the way shut and I could see him. By this time I had forgotten the pair of shorts I was going to try on. I just kept peeking out of my dressing room at him. He had a shirt and some pants with him. He hung them up on the hook. Then, it looked like he was going to leave. I got really disappointed. All of a sudden he sighed like, what the hell, and turned around and unzipped his pants. Then he kicked off his sandles. I was holding my breath. It all seemed to be going in slow motion. He had his back to me but I could see some of his front in the mirror. Then he pulled his shirt over his head. His back was smooth and his hair fell down around his shoulders. Next he slid his pants off and before I knew it he was standing naked in the dressing room. His butt seemed really small compared with the rest of him. He wasn't like daddy's backside. His back was very muscle-y. I watched as he ran his hands on his chest and then down to his crotch. I couldn't see where his hands were exactly but I had a good idea. I didn't know why I was doing it, but I was rubbing my penis through my shorts. It felt so good that I didn't want to stop. Every time I rubbed it I felt a shock of electricity race through my body. I could feel my breathing getting heavier too. Then it happened. He turned to the side and he was stroking his penis. Just like I was doing only he didn't have any underwear on. He kept looking at himself in the mirror and moving his hand up and down on his penis. I was awestruck. He didn't have very much hair on his body like the men in the magazines but his penis was as big as theirs. Then he spit into his hand and rubbed it on his penis. It caused his hand to move faster. He then used his other hand to pull on his sac. I couldn't imagine seeing anything more exciting. By now the curtain on my dressing room was open and I was standing there with my hand on my underwear rubbing myself furiously. He turned and looked at me and smiled and motioned for me to turn around and pull my underwear down so he could see my butt. I thought this was a strange request but I did it anyway. I looked over my shoulder to see him stroking more furiously and licking his lips. Then I hear him moan. I turned around just in time to see the white stuff I had only seen in magazines come out of his penis. I wasn't sure that's where it came from 'cause the ladies usually had it in their mouths or it was already on their face. Now I knew and it was more exciting than ever. I stood there watching him breathing hard and leaning on the dressing room wall. Then he turned his head and looked at me. He smiled really big and winked. Then he pulled the curtain all the way closed. I wasn't quite sure what happened but I knew I wanted to do it again. But he had his curtain closed and when it opened up again he had the clothes in his arms and was dressed again. He smiled and said I should see if the shorts I had fit. I pulled my curtain closed and sat there for a minute. Then I heard him say, "I think I saw him in there." Just then my mommy's voice came from outside the dressing rooms. I hurriedly put on the shorts and walked out. She said she thought they "were a good fit" and I should change back into my pants. Then she asked why I had come over here to try them on. I fibbed and told her the boys dressing rooms were full. I helped her carry all the packages out to the car and we stopped at McDonald's and got hamburgers and a coke. As we rode home from the store mommy asked me if I was sick again. I said no. She said, "well you certainly seem to have a lot going on in that head of yours." She reached over and squeezed my knee. Then she turned up the radio and started singing along. 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