Date: Sat, 23 Aug 2003 16:48:41 -0400 From: Pete Marenga Subject: Watching My Son - Chapter 1 Watching My Son - Chapter 1 by Pete Marenga dom6789@hotmail.com <---(Pete's email address) I am starting this father-son story by request. It's not my usual thing, but after I got into it, I really loved writing it! There are more chapters coming. Please let me know if you like the chapter, or think the story is worth continuing. ______________________________________________________ Watching My Son - Chapter 1 I came home from work early--a rarity, but I was legitimately sick. Maybe more exhausted than sick, but I was in no shape to finish out the day at work. It was strangely comforting to come home at one p.m., while my son was still in school for the day. After I had gotten over the divorce, I began to enjoy the fact that it was just the two of us in the house--me and my son, Kyle. Kyle is a typical thirteen-year-old, I suppose, (although he would correct me right here and now by telling me he was ALMOST fourteen). I guess he was, if four months away counts as 'almost.' I thought he was a cute boy, small going on big, and a bundle of energy. And, oh, yes--an eating machine. 'Although I had dark hair, Kyle had taken after his mom, with his blues eyes and blonde hair,' I thought idly to myself, as I stripped naked for bed. I loved the feel of sheets against bare skin. The whole setup of my life with my boy gave me a great sense of security, and shortly after I climbed into bed, I fell asleep. The last thought I remember before conking out was a sense of relief and thankfulness that it was Friday, and that the weekend was here--no work or anything special for me to do tomorrow, and no school for Kyle. I hadn't thought about my adolescence in a long time--my early sexual awakenings, which, at 32, didn't seem that long ago to me- -but recently I'd found myself thinking about the few times in childhood I'd fooled around with other boys my age, and found myself unusually aroused by those thoughts. Maybe it was Kyle's recent entry into his own adolescence that triggered those memories, but in any case, I was aware of my son's sexuality, all of a sudden, and for the first time. I don't know if it was noise, or my own tossing and turning that woke me from my nap. I sensed the Kyle might be home, and the clock's saying 3:20 confirmed that. I didn't know it, but I was about to witness my boy's after-school routine. I heard the toilet flush, and watched him walk in his underwear from the bathroom to his room, which was directly opposite mine. Neither of us had our door closed, and I could see directly into Kyle's room. As usual, I'd awakened with a sexual urge and an erection to go with it. The excitement of my son being home was a sudden impetus to my bodily anticipation. Apparently, Kyle did not notice that I was home--after all, in Kyle's memory, I never came home early. I had put the car in the garage, and there was very little chance that Kyle had seen inside to know that I was home. Kyle stood and stripped naked, facing my room, apparently still not noticing me, not looking downward far enough to see that my bed was occupied--of course I had scrunched down in the bed, hoping not to be noticed, so I could watch him. When he pulled his underwear off, my cock throbbed. It was a double whammy for me--Kyle was hard; Kyle was BIG--not his body, his penis. I was regretting the fact that I wanted to keep my presence a secret while I watched. If it hadn't been for that, I would have gone to my dresser and taken out my penis pump--something I enjoyed using, mostly for pleasureful jerking off, but also for the size increase the pump gave with regular use. Kyle turned toward his full-length mirror, giving me a great side-view of my son--his shapely body, and beautiful erect penis. I nearly gasped and choked when he began to masturbate. I'd heard him do this a more than few times, but never thought the day would come when I would actually see Kyle, penis in hand, stroking himself off. Under the covers, I was secretly imitating his youthful strokes--knowing that I could force myself to cum quietly, and hoping that my son did not have that kind of control. I wanted to hear him shout in sexual pleasure when he came. I was glad to know (from hearing his sounds through the wall) that Kyle masturbated often, and took to heart the talk I'd given him. During that talk, I had made it a point to stress that 'jacking off' was normal and necessary, and that he and all other boys did it, with very few exceptions. I also easily confessed to him that I masturbated, too. At the time, Kyle had smiled, and this pleased me enormously. I remember the discussion we had about having an all-male household, and that nakedness was not only ok, but perfectly normal, even desirable at times--as long as no visitors were expected. I was pleasantly surprised to see Kyle walk around naked on more than one weekend. Of course I felt had to do the same, and he seemed very comfortable with it, while I was embarrassed, at least at first. Kyle fell to his bed, on his back, his face serene. He used no lotion or lubricant, but there was a definite liquid sound. My son was pleasuring himself sexually, and I was watching. Soon his face became annoyed-looking, and he stopped masturbating. He sat up, and, I swear, looked directly into my eyes--but he hadn't. He was looking at my dresser, and made a beeline for it. In a few seconds, my boy's naked body, replete with wet, high-angled erection, was within inches of my face. Kyle was rummaging through my dresser drawer. His left arm swung over, and his hand almost touched my face. I wasn't annoyed--I just wanted contact with him now. I cleared my throat. "Oh, dad--I, uh--sorry," Kyle said. In the semi dark of the room, I couldn't tell if Kyle blushed then. But it looked like he was having no trouble facing me, naked, with an erection. "You saw?" "Yes," I said with a smile. "You were j--" "Yeah, jerking off," he said nervously, testing the waters, "but that's good, right?" "Yes, Kyle--that's very good." The smile spread naturally across my face. I felt a warm rush go through me. I suddenly wasn't sure I should have said, 'very good,' like he'd just discovered gold in the backyard, but this was feeling right. "I knew you'd say that. At least, I sorta hoped." "It's ok, Kyle, but what are you looking for?" I turned my bedside light on 'low,' so I could see a bit better. "Well, um--please don't be mad at me, but, well--" "My pump?" I said with understanding. "Yeah," Kyle said. "I use it to jerk off with--just sometimes, though. It really feels--" Kyle had stopped in mid-sentence and blushed. He suddenly grabbed a pillow and covered his dick with it. "It really feels great, Kyle, I know." "Yeah," my son said, his face blushed to a dark red. "But we're both men, and we know those things are natural, and fine to share and talk about between two males that understand each other. Like, you and me," I said, ending with a questioning tone. Kyle's response surprised me. I didn't get the usual quick 'yeah,' blurted out almost unthinkingly. Instead, my thirteen year old looked me so directly in the eye, he startled me. My boy's eyes searched mine quite earnestly. I felt Kyle's eyes pierce their way into me--needing to find sincerity in all that I'd said--needing to feel safe, revealing his intimate self to me. It seemed Kyle stared into my eyes for an eternity. Finally, he smiled, his confidence resumed, and he turned as if to go back to his room. "No. Don't go," I said, knowing that my stint in the Army, and Kyle's in military school would prevent him from disobeying. Kyle sat on the bed. "I confess I'd been watching you masturbate in your room. Now get rid of that pillow or--" "Ok." Kyle tossed the pillow. I was surprised by the ease with which Kyle was carrying on--especially with his wet and very stiff erection leading the way before him, and now pointing up out of his lap. But I was not about to let my son see my shock. "Sure. Climb in, Kyle," I said, as I lifted the blanket and uncovered my own erection, encouraged by Kyle's easy openness. "God, you're huge! Cool that you're hard, though," Kyle said excitedly, as we sat naked, side by side in my bed. "Well," I said, putting my arm nervously around Kyle's small shoulders, and not knowing what else to say. I saw Kyle's eyes looking up at me, and I knew he was ready to say something. "Do we just . . . do each other?" my boy asked innocently--his stunning, youthful eyes branding my soul with new desire. ______ ---Like it so far? Tell me, please. dom6789@hotmail.com <---(Pete's email address)