Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2016 11:23:11 +0000 (UTC) From: Tim Smith Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners - Chapter 8 It goes without saying that after I moved back into my own home, I was a different boy. I learned so much during my time with the Holts. About them, about sex and about myself. I knew I wanted to see more of Arnie, and I thought it was just curiosity. Later I realized it was lust... sexual lust. Most kids my age were into toys and video games but my horny mind blossomed really early and all I thought about was nudity, boners, sperm and the incredible feeling an orgasm gives you. It was during the days after my visit that I also knew I was a gay boy. I know, it should have been obvious, but I'm still really young and what 10 year old contemplates his sexuality? After my last few days, I certainly did. I was convinced that girls did not give me the same feelings as guys. And that it didn't matter what the guy looked like or what age he was, I was constantly wondering what he looked like naked with a boner. From men to teens to boys – even younger than me. I knew they were hiding something I wanted to see. I remember wishing I could make people freeze in place like I've seen in movies. But I would be the only one who could still move. I'd walk up to each person, unzip their pants and pull them down. I'd touch their wieners and balls and make them get hard. Guess I just have a weird imagination. And don't think these thoughts were only outside my home. I started to really wonder about my dad too. He was nothing close to Michael though. More ordinary I guess. Definitely more conservative. Every time I saw him, he was dressed. Always kept the bedroom door shut. But all this just made me want to see him naked even more. He wasn't very involved in my upbringing. Mom was the one who cared for me. Dad worked and when he came home, I was instructed to let him relax. On rare occasions, he and I had some fun tickle games on his bed on a Saturday morning before he got up. Even in bed, he wore pajamas – top and bottoms. But it was fun having him tickle me. So that was my plan. I had to get closer to my dad if I ever expected to see him naked. That Saturday morning, I knocked on their bedroom door early. They invited me in and I imitated what I remember was the routine we did when I was younger. Of all things, I used to pretend I was a puppy jumping on their bed. I had on sleep pants and a t shirt. I started barking and got on all fours bouncing around the king sized bed. Mom smiled saying how long it's been since they were visited by their cute little puppy. Dad made a comment like he thought the puppy was old enough to know not to jump on the bed any more. I didn't let that stop me. I growled at his comment and barked even louder towards him. Mom told my dad how he made the dog angry and he should be happy to have such an obedient pet. With that, she exited the bed and walked into the bathroom. She always did that during my puppy pretend time. I think she just wanted to allow her two guys to have some play time together. Part one of my plan worked! After she left, I bounced around the bed encouraging my dad to play along. He kind of just looked at me wondering what he should do with me. I nudged my head into his arm a few times to remind him he's supposed to be petting me. Petting always led to tickling. "I have to use the bathroom," he said while lifting the covers and getting out of bed. He passed my mother exiting the bathroom. She came over and pet my head and kissed me on the forehead. Then she walked out of the room, I assume to start breakfast. Dad shut the bathroom door, but I could hear him pissing followed by a flush. Then the sink. Then nothing. Then the sink again. "Come on Dad! Hurry up." I was thinking. The door opened and I started barking. That made him laugh and he laid back on the bed – this time on top of the covers. I immediately got close to him and nudged his arm with my head indicating I wanted him to pet me. I was thinking to myself how we never really got physical with each other except when I played doggie with him. He obliged and started petting my head and behind my ears and I quickly boned up. I was still in `doggie' position so he couldn't see a bulge if I was making one. I wasn't wearing underwear under my sleep pants so it was quite possible. I was making happy dog sounds to express my approval of dad's petting. Once in a while he would stop and I'd growl. After my third growl my goal was met! Dad jabbed his fingers in my arm pits and wiggled his fingers causing me to giggle. He wouldn't let up and in fact dug in deeper causing my giggle to intensify into a full blown tickle laugh! That only motivated him more and soon he moved into a dominant position above me quickly moving from my pits to my sides to my thighs to my ribs, to my belly, neck, feet... I was losing my ability to fight him off but this is exactly what I wanted him to do so I just let it happen. My position on the bed was wherever I needed to roll away to fight him off. Sometimes that meant I was on my back which meant my boner was most likely easy to spot. But I did nothing to hide it. I was proud of it, just like the first time Arnie saw it. Dad never `accidently' touched my wiener, but he got real close a few times when he was tickling my upper and inner thighs. I stayed in my submissive role and made no attempt to tickle him back. I tried to peek at his crotch to see if he was hard as well, but his pajamas were hiding any evidence. He could have been, but at the same time, the area could have been nothing more than bunched up fabric. I was wondering how I could touch him there. I faked a few attacks with my paws, but there was no way I could grab his wiener without him knowing it was intentional. After all, I could easily see what I was pawing at. But then it all happened truly accidentally... dad got me in a spot that really sent me in a rolling spasm. He was pinching my rear inner and upper thigh just below my ass cheek! I reacted my turning onto my back and arching my body off the bed. If ever my boner was to be on display, it was now! But again, I didn't care. My position used the back of my head as a pivot point and I was turning side to side to shake my dad's grip loose. It was during one of these side to side spasm movements that I found myself on my dad's belly, specifically the side of my face on his belly. One more one roll later and my cheek was planted into what was obviously a very hard wiener. There was no mistaking it. I could feel his tube under my face. I turned off the rest of what was going on and everything was silent, except my thoughts of "I'm smooshing my face into my dad's hard wiener!" It only lasted a few seconds before dad did a quick "Whoa whoa whoa!" and pushed me off his body in an attempt to make me not realize what I just was face planted onto. I just laid there panting. I knew my belly was exposed. Dad noticed too. He started petting me there and just like any dog, I laid there content and exposing my belly to my master to give him the opportunity to make me feel good. I kept my eyes closed giving dad the opportunity to scope me out. I don't know if he was and I don't know if my wiener was obvious. I hoped so. "Breakfast!" was heard downstairs from mom. Dad responded by tapping my belly to indicate he was done. My eyes opened and I caught my dad looking at my belly where he was rubbing me. I propped my head up and saw that my boner was extremely obvious in the stretchy material of my sleep pants. These were old pants, a size too small and the position I was laying pushed my crotch up slightly. I hoped my dad was looking the entire time he was playing with me. Dad got up and I could see his bulge pretty good too. He quickly turned sideways hiding it from me. "Get washed up and I'll see you downstairs," he said as he headed into his bathroom. I thought to follow and wash up with him. Maybe I'll see him naked if I do! But that bathroom has always been off limits to me, so I changed my mind. I had to think of another strategy if I was going to see dad without clothes. I don't know if my dad felt different around me since that morning but I couldn't stop thinking about me feeling his boner in his pajama pants and seeing his bulge when he got out of bed. I also couldn't believe I had the nerve to have my bulge on display for him. I didn't know it was so obvious or I probably wouldn't have done it. Like I said before, I became obsessed into wondering what almost every boy and man I saw looked like naked and with a boner. I had no idea how I was going to satisfy my fantasy, but I was smart enough to know my best chance was seeing my dad. I just had to figure out how. I became a bit more of an exhibitionist around the house. Not naked, but since it was summer, I hardly ever wore a shirt and unless we were going someplace nice, I went commando hoping my dad would notice. I didn't want my mom noticing, so I put my clean underwear in with my dirty laundry. Unfortunately, my dad didn't notice. Or he never said anything. I know for a fact he never copied me – even on the hottest days. I decided to turn it up a notch. After my shower, which I usually took at night, I stopped putting on my sleep pants and instead, just came downstairs in a t shirt and my underwear. The first few times, I couldn't even come down because I got a boner thinking about walking through the house in front of my dad with so little on. I know in many families, this is no big deal, but not in mine! This was never done! On the night I finally got my wiener under control, I tip toed down the stairs and just pretended to be working on a project. Opening drawers in the kitchen looking for scissors I never planned to use. My mom came in and seemed shocked to see me in my tighty whities but didn't say anything. I was stuttering when she asked what I was looking for. I hadn't planned a good story and she seemed to sense something was up but probably just thought I was building something to blow up later. I think my actual plan would be the last thing she would think I was doing! She went about her business but I needed to figure out how I could get my dad to see me like this. Why was I thinking so hard about this? What would I normally do? So I went into the cabinet with snacks and grabbed a handful of cookies and went into the living room where my dad was watching TV. I usually sat on the couch but that would be behind my dad. I had to see his face when I walked in wearing my undies. So I boldly walked over to his recliner and offered him cookies. His look could have been from me sharing my snack which I never did before or it could be from me wearing my underwear which I also never did before. I watched his eyes and he didn't hide the fact he was looking me over. Of course I took that as a sign he liked what he saw but was probably really just him being shocked I was that close to being undressed. He took two cookies and thanked me with a smile followed by, "Is it that hot in here?" "Huh?" I pretended not to know what he was talking about. "You have no pants on," he reminded me. "It's too hot for sleep pants," I answered. It was warm, but the statement wasn't really true. No more words were exchanged. Was it because he believed my story of being too hot? Or maybe he was wondering why I didn't just wear shorts. Or maybe he liked seeing me in my tight briefs. I went with that last thought. The only problem is thinking he liked seeing me was making my wiener get a boner. If I stood there longer, he'd see it poking. So I walked around (parading?) in front of my dad trying to determine my next move. I could sit behind him, but he wouldn't be able to see me. So instead, I laid on my belly on the carpet in front of him. This not only hid my boner, but put me on display for dad. I was propped up on my elbows to be able to watch TV while eating my cookies. I wondered how my butt looked. The only other thing that happened that night was when I stood up to get a pillow. I wasn't completely hard, but once I was out of my dad's view, I had a chance to look down and saw my wiener was definitely outlined nicely. I took my time laying back down. I was on my side pretending to position my pillow just right until I sensed I was seconds away from expanding to a solid boner. I smiled at my boldness wondering what my next move was going to be to see or be seen by my dad without clothing. I guess I'm not so creative. For the next few weeks, I just kept walking through the house in my underwear, especially in front of my dad. I wanted to ask Arnie's advice on things I could try to do to see my dad naked, but decided to keep this secret. It seemed naughtier. A few times I turned it up a notch. When mom wasn't home, I often wore underwear that was older and tighter. Some even had cartoon characters from when I was like 8 or 9. I also stopped wearing a t shirt most times when it was just dad and me. The first few times I couldn't be in the same room as dad. I felt so close to being naked with only my tight underwear. It made me get a hard on. Once I got used to being dressed like that, I went where my dad was and made up something that gave me an excuse to be in that room at that time. Most times I was "looking for something." Dad never protested which I took as a good sign. But unfortunately, he never commented at all. Never since that first night. So I got an idea. I needed a "wardrobe malfunction." I practiced on an old pair of underwear in my room. I used a scissors to snip a line in the crotch just below my butt crack. I sat down, bent over, pulled a leg to my chest, but not until I did a squat, did I hear a rip. I looked in the mirror and didn't see much – just a small tear. After a few more tries and 3 pairs of underwear later, I perfected the exact place to snip and the exact squat to riiiip half way up my butt crack. It was loud too! Now, to do it in front of dad. It was Saturday morning when I had my chance. Mom was going to the outlets with her lady friends which gave dad and me the whole morning together. I was up early. I heard mom leave. Should I go in dad's room and do the puppy thing? I never did that when it was just dad. I was trying to decide what would get me closer to my goal. I guess my naked butt crack was better. I didn't have a choice – I heard a knocking on my bedroom door and dad popped his head in. "Pancakes for breakfast?" he asked. "With chocolate chips?" I inquired. "Sure. We have to find them. Where does your mother keep them?" he asked. I wasn't sure so I offered "I dunno, but if we have them, I'll find them." Finally, a legitimate reason to be `looking for something!' I had a good idea where they were but planned on looking in other places too. My dad smiled adding, "Hurry up. Mom already made the batter so as soon as the pan is hot, I'm pouring." I wish I had the guts to just jump out of bed right at that moment. I was naked with a morning piss hard on. I wish my dad would come over and whip my covers off exposing my naked body. But instead, he closed my door and walked down the hall. I quickly got out of bed and walked right into the hall hoping he'd catch me on my way to the bathroom. I never did this before, besides the times I streaked all around the house when nobody was home. Unfortunately, I heard dad downstairs getting the frying pan out. It took forever to get my wiener to let piss through but I finally relaxed enough to empty my bladder. By the time I made it back to my room, I was only semi hard so I was able to slide on my tight undies with the strategic tear snipped into the crotch. I was careful not to rip them further by putting them on. I could feel the opening, so I double checked in the mirror. The snip was not visible so everything was good to go! Since it was morning, it wasn't hot in the house. So I wasn't sure how I'd answer my dad if he asked why I was only wearing my undies without a shirt. These were decorated with Buzz Lightyear. He was looking in the fridge when I entered the kitchen. Once he found the butter, he looked at me. "You're really becoming a show off," he said. Suddenly I felt exposed and out of place. I just shrugged my shoulders. "You're growing up so fast," he added. His statements told me he was looking at me and noticing me. He seemed nervous. So was I. I decided to play along and flexed my nonexistent biceps. "When you were little, you used to run around naked. Your mother couldn't keep you from getting undressed. She'd put clothes on you and you'd strip out of them minutes later," he said looking away into the corner of the kitchen. "How old was I?" I asked, not remembering me being so bold. But I guess back then, it wasn't bold, it was being comfortable. "I think it started when you were three. Until about four, four and a half. We were worried you'd be doing it in kindergarten class!" he explained. "I don't remember that," I honestly said. "You were just doing what felt good. It's common for little boys and girls to be like that. That boy next store was the same way... you and him played naked together," he said. I must have turned white. He knows about me and Arnie? Who told him? I know Arnie wouldn't have. Was it Michael? Did he tell him everything? What was I going to say now? "What was his name? Oh, Toby. We just made sure by the time you both went to school, you were not still doing it," he added. Holy crap – he's talking about Toby who lived in the house next door before Arnie and his family moved in. I wonder if we played naughty together. I really don't remember this except a kiddie pool in the back yard. For some reason, a memory flashed in my mind about splashing naked in a kiddie pool. "How'd you make sure we stopped playing naked?" I wondered. "We read a few websites. That's how we knew it was so common. They suggested we buy soft, bright clothing that you really showed an interest in. For you, it was a lot of clothing with characters from the cartoons you watched. Like those you're wearing now. I haven't seen them in years," he said staring right at my crotch. "Yea, they're a few years old," I added looking down. This explains why so many of my old clothing was full of these dumb characters. "I think I'll be too big for them soon," I snickered thinking about Arnie's big cock hoping mine will be that big. "Well, better find those chips. I'll be pouring the batter soon," dad reminded me why we were in the kitchen to begin with. He seemed nervous again. I thought how much better my plan would be now that we talked about my underwear being so old and me growing out of them. I couldn't have scripted this better! I started opening a few cabinets and drawers looking for the chips. They weren't where I thought they were so this time, my search for something was for real – not just an excuse to parade around in my underwear. I doubted they were in any bottom cabinets since mom only stored pots, pans and storage containers down there. But my plan required squatting so I had to look there. The first cabinet, I just slowly brought my ass down testing the material. I felt them stretching, but no additional tear. I thought about backing out of my plan. Would it be too obvious that I set up the whole thing? He's going to notice that I'm looking in cabinets where we never store food! I decided to give it only one more try. Cabinet two, I decided to thrust a bit harder on my way down and `riiiiipp!" Whoops, that was louder than I planned. I immediately looked at my dad who was looking at me – at my underwear. I stood up and put my hand on my rear and felt skin. Oh my God, my plan worked! Why was I so freaked out? This is what I wanted to happen! There was no turning back now though! I think I turned really red – I was truly embarrassed! "Whoops!" I said while giggling nervously. "I think you're right when you said you've out grown those underwear," he said. "Feel kind of breezy down there?" Wow – he's joking about it. He's not mad! When I planned this, I feared that he'd get mad and send me to my room to put on `real clothes.' I couldn't form words, I was so giddy that I was standing in front of my dad in ripped underwear with my butt practically hanging out. I just giggled. It was a nervous giggle but dad thought I found the situation funny. "What's so funny? I should be the one laughing – you're the guy with the hole in his pants. Turn around, let me see." Oh my God, he's asking to see my ass. I quickly turned around and tried to twist so I could see what he was seeing. The tear didn't go straight up my crack. It started there and then curved over half way up my right ass cheek. "It's not so bad. But I don't suggest you wear these to gym class or anything," he went on. "I don't wear any of my cartoon undies to school." "Yea, I guess that would be ammunition for your classmates to poke fun." He paused a bit I assume because he was remembering back to his own gym class locker room. "But don't worry, the Miller family has nothing to worry about down there. Once they see that, you'll be the one poking fun of..." he stopped himself from finishing the sentence. I don't think he planned on having this talk with me today. Did he just admit that he has a big wiener? Is he suggesting I'm gonna have one too? He looked embarrassed. I thought I'd rescue him. "Did you see the chips in the fridge? Mom puts chocolate in the fridge in the summer," I suddenly remembered while walking to the fridge. I pushed my ass cheek out hoping it would be sexy to my dad. I have no idea if it positioned it as I pictured it in my mind. I found the chips and handed them to my dad who smiled at me. His eyes went from my face, then down my body until he looked away. "If you want to change, these won't take long," he offered. I was proud at how quickly I thought of my answer. "If I get rid of these cartoon undies, I may get bored and start running around naked again," I said while looking right at the side of his face judging his reaction. He paused for like five seconds before he answered. "I bet your mother would appreciate the reduction in laundry," he quipped. "But those things are so tiny I don't think they'd make that much of a difference." We both looked down at my underwear but neither spoke. I think dad was regretting saying what he was thinking. I was shocked he didn't reject my comment about running around naked. The first pancake was finished and I sat on a stool at the dinette counter. Soon dad joined me with his own and we ate. Me in my torn underwear. Dad in his full pajamas. As if this was totally normal in our house. After a few minutes, Dad got up to make a second pancake for us both. I took advantage of the alone time to reach back and pull the fabric of my undies at the tear. The riiipp sound was louder than I planned. Dad didn't look over. I pulled again – this time coughing when I pulled. They tore very easily – this time all the way up to the band! I couldn't stand to inspect because dad was bringing over our second pancakes. I could feel the wood of the stool on my ass. I was very exposed. "Don't tell your mom about this. She won't be happy that you eat breakfast sitting on her stool bare assed," he finally spoke. "It's not like I do this every morning. I would never be like this if Mom was here," I pointed out. "Oh, only I get the pleasure of seeing you walking around in tight old underwear that rips when you bend over?" he asked with a very nervous laugh. I think he was trying to poke fun, but I sense there was also some truth in his statement. A confession maybe? I hoped so. "Hey, I can't help if this family is so poor that we can't afford new underwear for their poor little son. That he has to wear old holy ones until they bust at the seams," I said while standing to display my hole. I think we were both shocked when I stood. My additional tearing was obvious because ¾ of my ass was now on display. I twisted around to look but Dad had no trouble seeing my `cute little ass.' Well, Arnie calls it that. I hoped Dad liked what he saw. He gave no direction for me to cover it up. In fact, I helped him clean up and wash dishes – all with my ass exposed. He had to be looking. I made every attempt to face away from him so he could see it without me catching him. Even though everything couldn't have gone smoother with my plan, I really was nervous this entire time. I was not only trying to expose myself to my dad, but also to measure his reaction to me being exposed. I didn't even think about it at that time, but my anxiety prevented me from getting a hard on. We were finally done when he said, "Go get dressed, we're going to Martin's." Martin's was a department store down town. My parents didn't like going to the mall. I think they bought everything we owned at Martin's. I didn't close my bedroom door when I went up to change. I looked at my ass in my mirror and was impressed with my tear. It was exactly as I planned. There was no way Dad couldn't have seen it. The fact that he didn't object was a great sign. I started to get hard thinking about him looking at me. I hoped he would catch me naked with a hard on but he stayed in his bedroom with the door closed. I even walked in the hallway naked and hard. I heard water running in his bathroom so I knew I wasn't going to get caught, even though I wanted to. I finally went back to my bedroom and stood at the window naked. I couldn't tell if Arnie was in his room. It's hard to see during the day. I didn't know if he could see me either. I doubt he was sitting there looking so I pulled out my favorite pair of basketball shorts and tank top. "Hurry up," I heard from the hallway, then footsteps on the stairs. Did Dad see me naked? He walks past my room to get to the stairs. Did he look in? Thanks again for everyone who has written to me to let me know how they like my story. I love hearing about your favorite parts! Check out my other stories in the author's section under Tim Smith.