Date: Mon, 15 Aug 2016 11:31:17 +0000 (UTC) From: Tim Smith Subject: Zach's Obsession with Wieners - chapter 9 Martin's is only 10 minutes from our house. I followed Dad who briskly walked past all the things Mom would stop at and browse. She always takes forever to buy anything! We were soon in the men's section and my dad must have realized he had to look elsewhere for boys stuff. I pointed to the adjacent section and we walked over. The underwear aisle was a selection of only like four brands. The typical ones you always see and a label I didn't recognize. The cartoon undies were there too but I no longer had interest in them. I was looking for ones that I liked seeing on Arnie. I didn't know which type to buy... briefs, boxer briefs or regular boxers. It looked like there were different types of briefs. Some with the lines on them and some without. I liked the photo of the boy on the package of the weird brand briefs. His bulge looked better because there wasn't any of those lines. Does anyone really pull their wiener out through the lines? It's so much easier to just pull the band down in front. "What kind do you wear?" I asked my dad. Just then, I thought it was odd that I didn't know. "Oh just the normal ones. I think you mother just buys what's on sale," he replied. "No, I mean what kind. Boxers or briefs?" I clarified. "Oh, uh mainly boxers. But you don't have to get what I get. You wear anything but briefs?" he asked. I didn't think `commando' was an option so I shook my head no. "Then we'll get mostly briefs. And maybe one pack of boxers to see if you like them. They're not so supportive, but they also don't restrict your stuff," he explained. I immediately thought of my dad's `stuff' flopping around as he walked. "What size are you?" he asked. I shrugged my shoulders because I really didn't know. "Turn around," he ordered. I did as told and he lifted my shirt tail and grabbed the waist band of my shorts in the back and pulled them out! "You're not wearing any underwear!" he said probably too loud. Oh geez – I think I'm gonna be in trouble. "Well you saw the ones I had on were pretty useless. I threw them out," I explained without really giving a reason why I didn't put on another pair. "And you couldn't get a clean pair to wear?" he tried to reason. I just shrugged my shoulders. "You're full of surprises aren't you?" This whole time, he held open the back of my shorts. I couldn't tell if they were pulled down too. "Do these shorts have a tag?" he asked, but I didn't know the answer. Then he suddenly stuck his hand down my shorts! I felt his knuckles on my ass cheeks and he fumbled with what I assumed was a tag – not on the waist band, but sewn into the seam further down. "This doesn't have a size. Just where they were made. Philippines of course," Dad read. "Let's go to the changing rooms. They have a measuring tape I can use." We didn't go to the boys changing room. We went back to the men's section. Dad led me there with his hand on the back of my head. Just before the opening, Dad grabbed a tape measurer, a note pad and pen off a desk. "Antonio won't mind," he mumbled as he gathered the items. I guess he knows the guy who works here. We walked past the desk into a typical changing room area with booths. Dad led me to the right and then we entered the 2nd booth. Dad closed the door behind him and the booth converted into an infinity of images from most angles. The boys changing rooms had only one mirror – this was cool! I could see myself from every angle. The corner mirrors were on a hinge so you could move them to see your back while looking forward! Dad didn't seem as thrilled as I was – he was just jotting notes onto the paper mumbling things like "Neck... chest... waist... inseam..." "Okay, let's get started," he suddenly said. I just stood there as he wrapped the measuring tape around my forehead, neck, chest... then my chest again. "Hmmm, I'm not sure this way is proper. Lift your shirt off so I can get a more accurate measurement," he instructed. He seemed nervous again. His hands were shakey. I did as instructed and pulled off my tank top. "Shoes too. Just watch for pins on the carpet," he said while looking down for pins. I sat down on the bench to remove my shoes. He didn't say socks, but I removed my ankle socks anyway. He wrapped the measuring tape around my chest and up and down my arms asking me to bend them in between. He was touching me a lot. Sliding his nails along my skin in between measurements. It felt good and it caused me to get goose bumps. "I don't know how this translates to shoe size, but I'll figure out that later," he said while grabbing my leg and placing my foot onto his belly. "Why do you need my foot size for underwear?" I asked. "I'm not just measuring for underwear. I'm taking all your measurements," he explained, which brought up another question. "Why?" I asked. "I can't say," he answered. "Why not?" I asked again. "Ugh Zach, I can't think of a fib right now, so if I tell you, it will spoil a surprise," he answered. "Now I really want to know! Come on, tell me! Pweeze?" I begged. "Ugh... well I guess it will be just as much a surprise now as when you get it. And now you can enjoy the anticipation of knowing it's coming," he said. "What? What's coming?" I asked desperately. "Well, you may not think I listen, but I know how much you begged your mother for that costume... what is it? Iron Maiden? I have it written down. "Iron Man Super Mark VI ", I corrected him. "Yes, Iron Man. Well I found a site on the internet that makes them custom but to do it properly, they need exact body measurements. I had no idea what yours are. So that's why I need to measure everything on you. They have about 15 required measurements, but I forgot what they all are. I'm doing this from what I can remember," he explained. "Now give me that foot." I was excited. I really love those super hero movies! I'm going to have the best costume at school! Dad held my foot to measure it. His touch tickled and I started giggling and pulling away. He resisted and the harder he held it, the more it tickled. He measured my foot length, width, wrapped it around, then the ankle... I really didn't know why he needed so many measurements on a foot. I thought it was length and that was it. I looked up to ask why and one of his mirror reflections caught my attention. I could clearly see the directions of his eyes – not looking at my foot. He was looking up the leg of my loose shorts! I didn't know what he could see, but just the thought that he may be able to see my balls or my wiener excited me. He seemed to have run out of ways to measure my foot so he switched to the other foot but didn't do that one as much. I guess the view wasn't as great. "Stand up. I need to measure your legs," he instructed and I did, looking down to see if my semi hard on was showing. Now I wished I had on underwear to hide it. "Up on the bench so I don't have to bend as much," he said as he patted the spot I was to stand. His hand was shaking. Up I went and he continued his measuring asking me to turn every so often. His hand brushed my ass as he held the tape over it. It felt good. Then, while I was facing away, he looped the tape around my waist and took a bunch of measurements, each time moving downward about an inch. He was moving the tape closer and closer to my wiener which was getting harder and harder from the intimate touches. The first time the tape touched my wiener, it was right on the head. He held onto it strongly and that pulled it up against my body with a lot of tension. I caught myself sucking in air upon the initial shock of how great it felt. I don't think he heard me. He was busy mumbling. "That can't be right. It jumped up so quickly. Turn around, is the tape twisted?" he asked while spinning me around using my hips. "Oh okay. Ummm," he said nervously while looking at my hard wiener poking the shorts out the front. "I couldn't understand how the measurement jumped up so quickly. I guess I was also measuring your penis," he added softly with a nervous laugh. "I guess that happens to you a lot when you least expect it. Well, I guess I'm the one that wasn't expecting it," he said. I was thinking `No – it happens when your dad looks up your shorts and then pulls on it with a measuring tape.' But I just nodded. "It's nothing to be embarrassed about. It happens to all boys. Your body is going through changes and it reacts this way sometimes," he said as if he was reading out of a book. Really Dad, you're going to teach me about puberty in the changing booth at Martin's? I just stood there as he continued, "You may want to consider wearing underwear in public so this doesn't show so much if you get an erection. At your age, they pop up for almost any reason. It's going to be sensitive like that for a few years. Do you understand?" I nodded. Dad stared at the front of my shorts. I was proud of how well they bulged. I wonder if my dad was proud I was becoming a man. I pulsed it a few times. He flinched slightly so I know he saw it. I started to feel uncomfortable because I wanted to touch it. "If you're waiting for it to go down, you're gonna wait for a while," I finally said. Dad finally looked away and into my face. I smiled and shrugged my shoulders. "You may as well continue with the measuring," I added. "It's going to be hard with... well, you know what I mean," we both chuckled. "So measure around it," I offered. "I'm not sure I can get accurate..." he struggled to say. I didn't wait for him to finish his sentence. I nervously hooked my thumbs into the band of my shorts, pulled out the front to navigate around my hard on and before my dad knew what was happening, my shorts were at my ankles on the bench. I lifted one foot at a time to step out of them and flicked them on the floor with my toe. "So measure around it," I repeated. "Zach, wh, what are you doing?!?" my dad asked after being taken completely off guard at me dropping my shorts and displaying my boner. "I figured it would be easier to measure me if you could see what was getting in your way... so you can measure around it," I explained, nonchalantly. But I was actually very nervous that I went too far too fast. "But you, you're naked!" he stated the obvious. "What's the big deal? You said I used to always run around naked. It's not like you haven't seen it before! And besides, you're my dad and we're in the privacy of a changing room," I reasoned. I hoped I sounded believable because I thought it was a REALLY big deal. But I saw an opportunity and I took it. "Zach, you were a little boy. It was different. It was cute. You weren't so, so grown up and th, the erection," he said while pointing to it, like I didn't know what the word meant. That moved both our attention to my boner. We looked at it together. I flexed it, but this time involuntarily. The movement caught my attention elsewhere in the room and suddenly I realized there were tons of reflections of my wiener in all the mirrors in the changing room. That made me chuckle. "I'm glad you find this humorous, but I don't think..." "I was laughing at all my reflections. I look like I have 100 wieners!" I said while pointing to the angled mirror in the corner. "It's called a penis and one is enough. In fact right now, one is too much," he stated. Oh crap, he's mad. "I'm going to get the one measurement I need for your underwear and then we'll buy what we need and get out of here." With that statement, he looped the tape around my back. It tickled when it dropped to my butt. He pulled it tight and carefully moved it down between my boner and my belly. I watched him from above and wished he wasn't upset. "You said it can happen at any time at my age. And it's not like I'm in the middle of the store like this. You're my dad and you've seen me like this. I didn't think you'd get mad," I went on and on. "I'm not mad. Just shocked I guess. It just seems like you've become an exhibitionist lately and I didn't expect it. You're just growing up and I'm sure you're curious, but with no brothers, you can't ask them. I should have thought about this and been ready," he expressed his thoughts. "Do you want to ask me anything now?" I took the measuring tape from him and opened it up along my boner and saw it was just under 3 inches. I squished into my belly a little bit to make it exactly 3 inches and asked "Is three inches small?" "Heh... you're just full of surprises. You're 10 years old, right?" I nodded. "I don't remember thinking about this stuff until I was like 13. But to answer your question, I think three inches is not small at all! For your age, it's probably bigger than most." "That supposed to be that way, `cuz we're Millers," I asked more than stated. "Boy you hear everything, don't you? Ummm let's just say that it's been known to be common in our family," he struggled saying. "That we have big wieners?" I asked. Dad seemed to wish there was a hole he could crawl into. "Zach, this really isn't the best circumstances to discuss..." "You said I could ask you anything," I reminded him. "Yes I did... so umm, yea I guess that means we have larger than average penises. Don't you dare tell your mother we discussed this," he warned me. "How big is yours?" I boldly asked. "How big is mine? Well, I don't think... umm this really isn't... I'm sorry, I can't answer that," he staggered. "Why not? I showed you mine," I said while thrusting my hips forward almost touching him with it. "I, I, because I don't really know," he said nervously. "Hello? There's a measuring tape right here," I said while swinging it from my hand. "Are you serious? Zach, what has gotten into you? Are you suggesting I expose myself to my son? You can't be serious! I just can't believe... what has gotten into you?" he asked again. "O-M-G Dad, calm down. You act as though I asked you to jump off a cliff! I don't see what the big deal is. You can see mine," I said again by pushing my hips forward to exaggerate the point. "I'm super curious. You basically said guys in our family have big ones and now I wanna know how big. It'll be like seeing myself in 25 years!" I reasoned. "Please?" Dad just stood there. I've never seen the look he had before. I think I left him speechless. He stared at my face. I met his stare for a bit but then glanced down at his crotch to remind him what I really wanted to see. "Pweeze?" I repeated, this time pouting my lower lip. "I won't tell anyone." "You really are something," Dad said as he reached for his belt and started to unbuckle it. YES!! "I can't believe you talked me into this," he continued as he unsnapped his jeans and pulled down the zipper. I stepped down off the bench so I'd get a closer look. He had on blue and green checkered boxers. I couldn't see much. He hesitated once his zipper went down. "Pweeze, can I see it? I wanna see your big cock!" I was whispering now. Those words surprised myself. It sounded so dirty. Dad reacted. He hooked his thumbs into the belt loops of his jeans and down they went to his knees. His boxers quickly turned into a tent pointing straight out from his body. If my wiener was able to get any harder, it would have burst. I was seconds away from seeing my dad naked! I expected his boxers to join his jeans at his knees, but instead, he unbuttoned the opening of his boxers and struggled to get the hole over his cock. After a brief struggle, there is was – my Dad's cock! It didn't resemble my wiener at all. I guess that is what I was expecting. It was darker than mine and had veins. It looked more like the ones I've seen on the internet. More "meaty" I guess. It was thick. The head was bigger than his shaft. Just like mine, he didn't have the hood on it like Arnie's dad. Mine is about the same size as my shaft. Dad pulled on it and then stroked it a few times. He was giving me permission to look and I couldn't take my eyes off of it. It stuck out straight from his body, while mine points up. I wish I could see his balls and hair too, but I didn't have the guts to ask. I was lucky enough he was showing it to me. He stroked it a few more times – with his whole fist wrapped around it this time. He flexed it afterwards and it pointed up a little when he did. He started to ooze a little liquid out of his hole. I finally was able to look away. I looked in my dad's face and smiled at him. He didn't smile back. He had a desperate look. I didn't know what it was about. He fisted his cock again and pumped it some more. When he stopped, he exhaled deeply. "Have you seen enough? Have I satisfied your curiosity?" he asked. Instead of answering, I handed him the measuring tape I've been holding. He looked at me like "Really?" My eyes must have answered him. That, plus I nodded at his wiener. I wanted to know how big I was going to be. I wish I could measure it for him. He took the end of the tape and held it against his shaft and pushed his finger inside his boxers to the base. From where I could see the tape, it started just under 2 inches which meant there was at least an inch and a half inside yet! Dad quickly pulled the tape to the tip of his cock and whispered "Eight." Then he took the tape and rolled it around the fattest part of his shaft. "Five and a half." I only heard about measuring length. I never knew guys also measured around. I guess that makes sense – they're not all the same thickness. After he removed the measuring tape, he stroked his cock some more. The liquid started to form a drip. I wanted to stroke it for him. "Have you seen enough now?" he asked. "Don't put it away yet," I begged. I pinched the head of my wiener and rubbed it back and forth like Dad was doing. I don't think he wanted to put it away anyway. Instead, he stroked it again with his fist. He pulled the moisture from the end onto the head and gave it a shiny coating. He was looking down at it when he stroked it and then looked at me. Then at my wiener. He repeated that many times. "Are you gonna cum?" I whispered to him. "How do you know about that?" he answered. "I know about a lot of things," I answered while continuing to rub my wiener. "Are you going to do it?" "I think I've done enough things I'm going to regret. Let's not add that to the list. We have to stop," he said. "No! Please don't stop!" I begged. "You won't regret it. I'm curious and of all the people in the world who can teach me, it should be you! I promise. I double promise I won't tell anyone. This will be our secret." "Awww Zach. You really are something else. One day you're my innocent little boy and now you have us both standing naked in a changing booth stroking our hard dicks. Never in a million years! I may want to cum, but I don't think it's something I want you to witness. I'm sorry," he said. "Aww come on. Pweeze?" I said with my pouty lip again. "That's not going to work again," he spoke sternly. "Can I at least see it afterwards? I don't make any yet. I want to see what it looks like," I reasoned. He was silent for 5 seconds but then started stroking his hard on again. "Turn around and close your eyes. No peeking!" he instructed. I can see your eyes in the mirror." I turned around and made sure I could still see his wiener in the mirror. I planned to squint a little bit so I could watch but it would look like my eyes were closed. I closed my eyes and Dad's left hand went onto my shoulder. It felt really warm – hot really. I could hear him stroking and breathing heavier. Once in a while, he'd whisper `oh yea.' His hand started to rub me and push onto me. It was a little forceful so I put my hands up against the mirror in front of me. Dad seemed to like that I did this because he pressed me harder. His hand went down a bit and soon his fingers were massaging my arm pit. It tickled a little bit but I held back from giggling. After he felt up my pit, his gently scraped his nails over my shoulder blade and massaged my back just under it. Dad was really going deep with his thumb, but it felt good. Without thinking about it, I opened my eyes. I quickly remembered I wasn't supposed to but couldn't force them closed again. Dad's mirror reflection was amazing! He was pumping his wiener which seemed even longer and fatter than a few minutes before. His eyes were shut and he was kinda thrusting as he was doing everything. His hand was more random on my back by now – feeling me everywhere from my upper to lower back. It felt awesome. It looked awesome. Dad caught me looking so I closed my eyes again, but only for like five seconds. I opened them again and his were closed again. But opened soon after. This time, I kept mine open. So did he. He was looking in the mirror reflections at me. I was looking back – making eye contact even though I was facing away from him. I couldn't help but smile. He must have taken that as a sign that I was okay with everything and his stroking got faster. His hand got lower – a few times onto my butt even! Then he turned his hand direction and stroked me upward starting on my leg and then up over my ass cheek. He repeated this like a dozen times and then he held his breath and started grunting! I knew he was going to cum and really wanted to see it. I turned around and Dad didn't object so I watched his final few pumps as he stood on his toes and attempted to shoot into his cupped hand. I say attempt because the first shot was so strong, it shot and bounced off his hand and onto the bench. The second squirt did the same thing but didn't shoot onto the bench – it hit me in the belly! The rest successfully collected into his hand until he stopped shooting and started breathing again. He squeezed his wiener a few times to get more sperm out and when he was empty, he held it out for me to see. "You weren't supposed to watch," he said while out of breath. "I wanted to see how it worked. And you didn't stop me," I pointed out. "Zach, baby, when you start doing this, you'll understand you can't do much at the point of no return. I like that he called me baby. He calls mom `babe' once in a while. I studied the puddle in his hand. I even touched it with my finger. It looked like a big hocker but I knew it was so much better. I smelled my wet fingertip – the scent was familiar from my sessions with Arnie. I felt the splat on my belly running so I scooped it up with my fingers. "Oh Zach, I'm sorry some got on you. It shoots pretty strong some times when I'm really worked up... I mean... it's been a while... and this situation was so... well, I... are you okay with all this?" he stuttered. "Were you turned on? Did I turn you on?" I asked excited to know. "Oh Zach, it's hard to explain. You're so young, I shouldn't have done this. It was very..." he struggled to say. "Naughty?" I offered. "Yes. Very naughty. It was wrong," he continued as he ripped a sheet from his note pad and started cleaning the cum off his hand. "You were rubbing me. It felt really good," I stated. "Oh Zach, I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself. My eyes were closed. You felt so soft. Hairless. Supple. Don't take this the wrong way, but you felt feminine. And then you were pressing against my hand..." he went on. I was thinking the only reason I was pressing against his hand was because he was pressing so hard into me! I had to press back or else I would have fallen over! "You felt my butt too," I reminded him. "I know Zach. Again, I'm sorry baby... it's so tiny. So soft. You're really just a cutie. I couldn't stop myself. When you get to a point, you lose the ability to make good decisions. I shouldn't have done that. That was going over the line. I am so sorry," he rambled. "Dad! It's okay! I liked it. It felt good. I know about not being able to stop. I couldn't stop you from rubbing me. I couldn't stop watching you jerk off. I get it," I confessed. "I don't know what has gotten into you lately. Parading around the house in next to nothing and now this. I didn't expect you to grow up so fast, but based on the size of that, I guess you're entering puberty a lot sooner than most boys. The hormones are taking over you – just please don't do things you'll regret later," he said looking at my wiener the entire time. "I won't regret this. I asked you to show me because I was curious. Thanks Dad," I said as I wrapped my arms around him, smooshing his slightly deflated cock into my chest. It felt awesome! Dad just stood there at first, but when I didn't let go, he wrapped his arms around me too. He rubbed my back with both hands making me melt into him even more. I sighed as we stood there. Dad rubbed me with a mixture of his hands and fingernails. I hoped he would rub my butt again. He didn't. I flexed my cheeks hoping he would sense their need to be touched. He didn't. I eventually reached back with one of my arms and pulled his arm down until his hand was on my cheek. This time he sighed and of course caught onto my desire to be rubbed there. He brought his other hand down too and rubbed both my cheeks with his strong hands. It felt so awesome. He was all over them – squeezing them a lot. I wonder if they felt like mom's boobs. She doesn't have big ones like Arnie's mom so maybe this was a treat for Dad. Dad's cock grew big again. I couldn't see it but I felt its rigidness between us. Dad even went into my crack. I had to force myself to relax my butt cheeks so he could get in more. He did slide his finger up a few times but never touched my hole. I'm glad. Even though I didn't poop today – it was kinda gross thinking he would touch it. At that time, I was very naive of the pleasure that would have given me. It was the sound of squeaky hinges that broke us apart. Someone had come in to use another changing booth. Reality hit us quick at how dangerous our activities were and we both scrambled to get dressed. All Dad had to do was pull up his pants and stuff his hard on back into his boxers. I watched his hard on the whole time – just in case it was the last time I'd ever see it. Dad helped me dress like he used to do when I was little. The only difference was that I had a hard on this time. He looked at it like I was looking at his when he got dressed. I hoped he didn't think I was never going to let him see it again. I had to plan for that. Please let me know if you're enjoying my story. Mint848848@yahoo.com I love hearing from guys about their own personal experiences when they were young and how this story reminds them of those times! Be sure to check out my other work in the Authors section of Nifty. And please donate to Nifty to keep the page alive!