Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 10:49:34 -0500
From: drekguy08grad@gmail.com
Subject: When Everything Started to Change II

A Brief interlude from a different perspective...

When Everything Started to Change Part II

I knew the time had finally come; Buddy was entering his inevitable journey
through puberty. Gradually I had noticed his voice breaking during
conversations and more often than not he was spending his time in the
bathroom or behind the closed door of his bedroom. I thought about the
excitement and fear he must be experiencing, but for some reason I couldn't
bring myself to discuss it with him. Was I afraid; maybe.  Part of me
refused to except that my little boy was becoming a man, but the main
reason behind my fear was the intense lust that had recently emerged within
my heart. My father had always been very distant. He was a Marine and
though he was stern or harsh with me, there was an emotional disconnect in
our relationship. I had learned about sex and jacking off from my friends
and had taken part in a few circle jerks in my boyhood days, but I still
regarded myself as a straight man. My late wife and I had created two
beautiful children and though most I preferred watching gay porn, I hadn't
had any male to male experiences since those long ago days, but the idea
had always been a huge turn on.


As I became more and more aware of Buddy's developing form, I realized that
it wasn't so much that I was lusting after my son as it I was that I envied
him.

I longed for that forgotten feeling of discovery my cock and all that it
could do. I was still active in the dating scene, and had always felt very
confident with my abilities to please a woman, but nothing can replace a
boy's first orgasm, his first ejaculation; the first moments of becoming a
man. I wanted to see his body; to feel the powerful warmth between my son's
legs and to know that he enjoys his dick as much as I do mine. Oh God, what
was wrong with me. I had recently spent most of my beat-off sessions
thinking about his growing body, often hoping that one day he might walk
into my room and discover me. My feelings had become so consuming that I
decided it was time to make a move. I wasn't really sure how I would
approach the situation, or worse, how would my son react, but I didn't
care. I needed to feel his baby soft skin against mine. It was shortly
after his fourteenth birthday when I finally accepted my feelings and began
to formulate a plan. Very subtle steps would have to be taken and
hopefully, by the time I was through, my son would want this as bad as I
did.

I casually started making remarks about Buddy's constant bathroom use and
would sometimes ask if he had any interests in the girls at his school. My
son always remained vague in his responses. His face would become rose red
and his voice would tremble. Just thinking of it now gives me chills. One
time I had gone out back of my house to throw away some trash when I saw my
son and a girl that lived down the street. They were standing against my
tool shed, just beyond some bushes, feverishly sucking at each other's
faces, the way kids do. My cock instantly responded and became hard as
still. I backed away quietly and headed straight for my bedroom. With the
image still hot and fresh in my mind, I jacked my cock at break neck speed,
unloading a powerhouse of jizz within seconds. It was that day that my lust
began. Soon I found myself checking my son's sheets for any signs of
release, but to no avail. At night when I would head to the bathroom for a
piss I would often make a point to go to Buddy's bedroom door. I would
listen for a creek, a whimper, a sigh; any sign that he was jacking himself
off, but it was always silent. There was no denying that my son had
discovered the joy of self stimulation, but like most boys his age, he
seemed to be making every attempt at discretion, but it would only be a
matter of time.

Young boys tend to think that they're covert-ops when it comes to playing
with their dicks; as though no one else in the world could ever understand
such a complex and amazing action. My son would have to learn that no
secret lasts forever. Eventually he would end up leaving a door unlocked at
the wrong time, or leave to many foot prints on his computers history and
he would be found out. Then it struck me... his computer. If I would have
had the internet at his age, chances are I would never have left my bedroom
again! My son had to be looking up porn on that thing. I finally had a way
in. I would use the internet to connect with Buddy. For his birthday I had
given him a laptop. Maybe I could somehow initiate a web chat with him,
without revealing my identity of course, and hopefully my son would be
curious enough to take the bait. It just had to work. Right?