Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2021 01:23:24 +0000 From: Mark Subject: Parental Supervision 2 After my wank I jumped in the shower, got ready for bed and fell asleep eager for the next day. I masturbated twice more before I made it to the department store -- once in the morning in bed and once in the toilets at work, when the thought of that little body made it impossible for me to do anything but blow another load. I was disappointed by the selection of underwear for boys in both department stores. All of the designer brands only had boxer briefs. Although they would have nicely highlighted his small cock, I wanted something which would show off all that intimate skin that boys are often unselfconscious about, but which drives me wild. Finally, I found a pair with a brand I'd never heard of and settled on the size 8-10 rather than 10-12 because it would really turn me on to see his little bits straining against the fabric and maybe even a bit of crack at the back. Every decision I made was based on exactly what would turn me on the most, as I figured that was the best way to creep out his parents and end this fiasco. The genius of this plan was that it seemed like a good idea when I was horny, because I imagined him wearing the undies, but it also seemed like a good idea when I wasn't horny because I imagined his parents being baffled and concerned. The next day was Saturday and I kept myself busy all morning so that I would be too busy to lose faith in my crazy plan. Finally, 2:30 arrived and I arrived on Jason, Linda and David's doorstep with an inexpertly wrapped present in hand. I pressed the bell (classy of course) and in an instant, David was there, shortly followed by Linda. "You didn't need to bring a present," she said. "Oh, it's nothing. Happy birthday, buddy," I said, handing the parcel to David. "Can I open it now, Mum?" David piped, in his high voice. Just at that moment, Jason walked in and greeted me warmly. He launched into a story about some garden calamity which I can no longer remember and we all walked into the lounge room while we chatted about possible causes and solutions. I reflected that Jason and Linda really were lovely people and it was a shame to have to chase them away. During this conversation, David was squirming with impatience to open his present, but there was no chance to ask again without interrupting. When the kettle boiled and Linda left the room, he looked set to explode, but somehow managed to keep it together until she returned with a teapot. "I'm sorry, the cookies are still too hot to get off the tray. They'll be another five minutes." "You baked?" "Yes," said Jason. "David and I made cookies, didn't we David?" "Yes can I please open the present now?" David blurted out in an eager spill of words. "If Rob is happy with that, sure." "Yes, go ahead," I said, wishing I could take back the present and find a way to stay friendly with these lovely people. I should also mention that Jason himself was smoking hot. Although I'm mostly attracted to children, I still have sex with men and Jason's boyishly handsome looks and warm, gentle eyes were exactly what I go for. He would have been about my age, in good shape with nice slim hips and a shapely, compact butt. David had been trying to remove the wrapping paper from his gift with the same genteel precision that had been used on his gift to me. However, that's not how I wrap things. The reused paper was a mess of tape and odd folds, so he'd got nowhere in trying to find a careful way in. "Just tear it," I said. By this point I was pretty eager for the gift to be opened and the afternoon to hurry up and turn sour. After a couple of enthusiastic rips, the boxed underpants fell on the floor -- it's always the sign of a terrible wrapping job when the recipient ends up holding the paper but not the gift -- and I braced for their reactions. David was thrilled. "Oh my God, they're designer!" he said and started opening the box. Linda and Jason were both predictably surprised, but they also seemed oddly pleased. Jason raised his eyebrows and jerked his head back a bit, but then beamed at David as if he couldn't be happier for the boy. Linda said, "Thank you, Rob, I'm sure David will love them." "Can I try them on?" "Of course, maybe after-" But David was already heading out of the room, with box in hand. "I hope peppermint tea is fine; we don't do caffeine," said Linda as she started to pour the tea. "Absolutely!" I said, but was interrupted by the return of David who must have changed the moment he got around the corner. He strode into the room in nothing but the t-shirt he was wearing when I arrived and the new underpants. I'd done a good job on the size -- each of his butt cheeks was beautifully defined as the fabric squeezed in between them and his cock and balls were clearly outlined at the front. The sight of those sexy thighs was starting to turn me on, but my growing cock was uncomfortable as I could hardly adjust myself in front of David's parents just after their scantily clad son had marched into the room. Suddenly, David caught sight of himself in the mirror and said, "Oh, you can't see them properly with the t-shirt" and in a moment had lifted his t-shirt over his head. He placed it on the back of a (tasteful) couch and then came over to stand in front of us. "I love them!" he said. "Thank you!" "You're welcome," I said. "Happy birthday!" My instinct was to avert my eyes and take modest glances at his sexy little nipples and silky skin, but then I remembered I was trying to warn Linda and Jason about my intentions toward their son so I fought the urge to fight the urge to ogle his gorgeous body. Every line of him was perfect, from his slender shoulders to his very slightly toned stomach. I tried to glean as much information as I could about his little package, but nothing is as satisfying as the real thing. I wished I'd given him nothing for his birthday, so that then he would have been parading around stark naked. "Can I wear them for afternoon tea?" he asked. "Yes," his mother said, still cheerful. But then as he moved to sit down next to me on the couch she said, "Under your clothes." He trotted off happily to get changed and I turned my head to watch him go. I tried to memorise that perfect little butt, as I knew I'd be fantasising about getting deep enough inside him to feel those smooth cheeks against my hips as I fucked him. I turned around from that inspiring view ready to face the approbation of his parents, but instead I was met with polite chat about David's party from the night before. He soon joined us and gave his own account of the various happenings. He was a very considerate story teller for a just-turned twelve year old. He explained who the people in the story were and the story was always related to the general flow of the conversation. Forty-five minutes later, I left in a kind of daze. I'd seen all but the best bits of David and behaved like a complete creep while seemingly charming his parents. I reflected that they must be seriously polite people, totally hiding their disgust at a stranger ogling their son in their own home. Was it racist, I wondered, to fall back on the cliché of the inscrutable Asian? But there was no other explanation for their behaviour. Unless they were happy for me to dress their son up in sexy outfits and watch him parade around, which seemed impossible. They were such lovely people, surely they couldn't be pimping out their son to a random neighbour. Days of masturbation followed. My main fantasy involved me, David and Jason. I imagined David on all fours on a bed with his father kneeling and fucking him from behind. David would gasp as Jason thrust into him, then moan as the hard cock reached the limits of what he could take. Jason wasn't smashing into David's limits, but he was pushing them with each thrust. I imagined watching David's face grimace as he his father penetrated him as deep as he could, then he'd catch his breath as his father withdrew and the cycle would begin again. After watching this scene for a minute, standing next to the bed, I'd take a step toward David and put my cock in his mouth. Then I'd lean forward and kiss his father, using that as an excuse to push my cock a little carelessly against the back of David's throat. There is nothing that turns me on more than the prospect of a cute boy pushing himself to his limits to please me, so I imagined the sound of him gagging on that deliberately clumsy thrust. Then I'd lean back upright and start fucking his mouth, timing my thrusts with his father. Just at the moment that his father drew a moan, I'd reach the back of his throat, making him gag on about a third of the thrusts and getting close on the rest. I'd know Jason was cumming by the extra force and depth of his thrusts and knowing that, plus the extra reactivity of David's throat when he was being pushed right to his anal limits would draw me to cum as well. I'd shoot my load and imagine snuggling up with David in between his father and I. He'd be proud of himself for pleasuring the two men he loved and we'd tell him how wonderful he was for taking it so well.