Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2016 17:49:54 +0000 (UTC) From: Tim Smith Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners - chapter 7 Arnie's dad was looking at Arnie and me kind of funny over breakfast. I knew he was curious to know what was going on in Arnie's bed, since I had obviously been sleeping in it with his son – not to mention taking naked showers with him as well, which Michael had seen with his own eyes twice now. Arnie and his mom left at 8:30 and I found myself alone with Michael for the first time since that behind-the-shed incident a couple of days earlier. For some reason my heart was racing, and I was nervous. I'd never paid much attention to grown-up men before, but Michael was different. It was like I was drawn to him or something. He actually paid attention to me – even more than my own dad – and made me feel important. He chatted away at me while he washed the breakfast dishes, just as if I were his own son. "I'm going to get cleaned up now, Zach," Michael said to me when he was done. "Why don't you come on upstairs with me so you don't have to be all alone?" I followed him up the stairs to the bedroom that he shared with Julie. When we got to his room, he pointed to a chair and told me to sit down. I wasn't more than three feet from him, and just like that he started taking off his shirt and socks. I thought he'd go into his bathroom to take off the rest, but he calmly just unzipped his jeans and let them fall to the floor. Next he pulled his boxer shorts off and, just like that, he stood completely naked in front of me! Michael stood facing me and I saw his huge wiener with the funny little hood on it sticking out from his body. His balls hung loosely in their sac below it. They were a lot bigger than Arnie's, I noticed. He stood there a little longer than I thought was necessary so that I could get a good look. Even though I'd seen Michael's wiener once, it was quite another thing to see him with absolutely no clothes on whatsoever! My own dad had never just stood in front of me naked like that – except once last year when I caught him shaving naked after a shower. He covered up quickly, and I backed out of the room apologizing for having barged in without knocking. But the image of my naked dad had stayed with me. Apparently Michael had no such inhibitions. After a while, he turned and walked into the bathroom and turned on his shower. At first I kind of just sat there in his bedroom shaking from the excitement I felt, but pretty soon Michael called to me to come in the bathroom. He needed a bar of soap, and he told me where I could find it. He was standing in a free-standing shower with a completely clear glass door, so I could see him quite openly. He opened the shower door long enough to take the soap from me. His wiener was bigger now and standing out from his body, with the hood still covering the head of it. It wasn't completely hard, but it was far from soft! I started to turn and go back to the bedroom, but Michael was chatting away at me, so I just sat on the closed toilet seat where I could hear him and watch him finish his shower. He didn't bother to close the shower door and a little water splashed on the floor between us, but not enough to really worry about. I'm sure my mom would yell at me if I did it though. I wanted to be in the shower with him like the other day but was afraid to ask. "Zach, are you comfortable here?" Michael asked me. "What do you mean?" I asked nervously. "I mean do you miss your parents? Is Arnie treating you okay?" I noticed he was smiling broadly at me, like he was getting at something. He continued to lather up and seemed to spend a lot of time washing his wiener and balls. "Oh, I like it here just fine," I answered him truthfully. "Sure, I miss my mom and dad, but you and Mrs. Holt and Arnie have made me feel right at home." "That's good, Zach," Michael said as he reached for a towel on a table outside the shower door. He stepped out onto the bathmat only inches from me and dried himself off while I watched. Neither of us said a word during the whole drying off. I didn't try not to look because I was pretty sure that Michael wanted me to look. So I did. I watched intently as Michael's big wiener bobbed and swayed as he dried himself off. And I'm sure he knew I was staring because when I finally looked up at his face our eyes locked. With his naked body that close to me, I was so nervous that I could hardly speak. I expected that Michael would tuck the towel around his waist when he was through, but he didn't. He just hung it up on the rack, got his shaving gear out, and lathered his face. By this time, his wiener was sticking straight out and up a little. The head of it was now partially visible through his hood. It was obvious to me that my staring at him was making Michael get a boner. There I was totally dressed while he was totally naked – I could hardly breathe! "Zach, did you ever imagine you'd see both Arnie and me naked when you moved in for the weekend?" Michael was still grinning at me. "No, I sure didn't," I said honestly. "How do you feel about that?" Not knowing the right answer, I just said, "I dunno. It's all right, I guess." "Just all right?" Michael quizzed. "I would think that a 10-year-old boy would find it kind of fun to see a 14-year-old boy and his dad without any clothes on. Do you?" "Yeah," I kind of laughed, looking down at the floor. More of Michael's wiener head had now become visible, and he was even more erect than before. "Whose idea was it when you and Arnie showered together for the first time – yours or his?" I tried to remember back. "I guess it was his idea. We were going to get dressed for breakfast the first morning I was here, and he told me we should take a shower first. So we did." "Had you ever seen an older boy naked before that?" Michael persisted. Actually the first time I'd seen Arnie naked was the night before, when he stripped off his underpants in front of me before he brushed his teeth, but I thought maybe I shouldn't say that to his dad. "No, that was the first time," I lied. "What did you think about it?" "What do you mean?" "I mean was it something that you had thought about before?" His line of questioning was making me kind of nervous, but excited at the same time. "No, it was just a surprise, that's all," I lied again. "Arnie has a nice body, don't you think?" "I guess. I don't have anything to compare it to, except mine and yours." Michael laughed. "Well, I don't think Arnie looks very much like either one of us, does he?" I blushed before saying, "No." I'm glad I didn't say out loud how much I liked seeing Arnie naked. There was an awkward pause, and I decided to jump in with a question of my own. "Do you see Arnie naked very often?" I ventured, my heart racing faster now. "Almost every day," Michael replied. "Arnie and I have always been very close, and we don't think anything of being naked in front of each other. Almost every morning I come into his bathroom with my coffee cup and catch him showering, and we talk while he finishes up and dries himself off. I'm lucky to have a son who isn't very modest about his body." "Do you sometimes shower together?" This was getting interesting! Michael's wiener was now fully erect, and my own was hard too. I doubt Michael could tell since I had loose shorts on. "We did when he was younger, but not so much anymore. He used to like to watch me shave most mornings, and I've always done that naked. Even now he sometimes comes in and talks to me like we are now. I don't mind. In fact, I think it's healthy for a young man and his father to see each other naked. Do you ever see your dad naked?" "No, never." I decided not to mention the time I barged in and caught my dad naked by surprise. "That's too bad," he continued. "Does it bother you to sit there and watch me shave naked, Zach?" "Oh, no, I like it," I said before I caught myself. I blushed. "I kind of thought so," he said, staring into the mirror. Michael went on, "You and Arnie are sleeping in the same bed now, aren't you?" "I guess you know the answer since you found my bed all made up this morning," I said. "I noticed that, Zach. It's good that you guys are getting along so well. I know Arnie likes to sleep naked. Are you sleeping naked with him?" This was almost too much. I could hardly find my voice. I could see Michael's hard dick was now throbbing, and he had pulled his skin all the way back, fully exposing the head. "If we did, would it be okay?" I threw back at him. "That's between you and Arnie as far as I'm concerned," Michael said. "Whatever is comfortable for the two of you is none of my business." Then why are you so interested, I thought but didn't say. I hoped he wouldn't ask me anything else because I was getting quite embarrassed now – not to mention rather horny. Apparently Michael's horniness was reaching a fever pitch, too, because he put his razor down, took his dick in his hand, and rubbed a fresh gob of his shaving cream on it. "Sorry, Zach, I can't help myself! I have to take care of this!" I couldn't believe I was watching this grown man jack off again, but there was no denying it. Michael's hand moved up and down his shaft until it was almost a blur, and patches of his skin on his body turned redder. He suddenly got up on his tiptoes – his whole naked body tensed up, he stopped breathing, and pretty soon he released huge streams of juice right into the sink with a loud moan while I just stared, mesmerized. Now I had seen both Arnie and his dad cum and shoot their stuff in front of me more than once. Michael put his hands down on the counter and breathed heavily while he came back down. His shaving-cream-coated wiener had partly gone down but still looked heavy. I wondered if mine would ever get that big – I hoped so. "I guess I got a little carried away there, Zach. Hope you don't mind." "No problem," I said, with considerable understatement. "I never knew grown-up men did that." "Well, now you know since I've done it twice in front of you. You probably will, too, when you're a grown-up." "Do you think my dad does it?" I asked, out of honest curiosity. "Just about all men do it, Zach, no matter how old they are. I can't speak for your father. You'll have to ask him yourself." When pigs fly, I thought to myself. I wouldn't know how to bring it up (so to speak) with him. I giggled at my silent joke, and Michael just smiled at me. Michael cleaned up himself and the sink and then turned to walk back to his bedroom, where he put his clothes on silently. I think he was now embarrassed at having spent the last half hour stark naked in front of me and jacking off like a teenager. After I watched him get dressed, he put his arm around me and guided me back downstairs, where we heard a car in the driveway. I was still shaking. "Zach, you don't need to say anything about this to, uh, anyone. Deal?" I nodded, but I was torn between wanting to keep my silence and telling Arnie what I saw while he was gone. And I saw a lot! What more is going to happen here before I go home, I wondered. I was now hoping my folks would call and say they weren't coming home for a few more days!