WANNA WATCH?
By Zachyboy
b/b, M/b, oral, anal, voyeurism

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Dear New Stupid Diary,

My name is Michael and I'm 13. My cock is about 4 inches and I have maybe
three pubes if anybody needs that info up front. I read a lot of these
stories, so I kind of get the idea that a lot of them start with age and
dick size and pubes or hairless, so there you go. Knock yourself out.

I wish I could explain the stuff I do, and why I like to do it, and why I
wish I could do more of it, but some of it is the kind of stuff you'd get
in trouble for if your mom caught you, so I probably shouldn't write a lot
about it, but our teacher said to journal our lives and never show it to
anybody until we fall in love and get married a hundred years from now, so
this is mine.

I feel weird writing about my life, because I do the kind of stuff you're
not supposed to do with other boys or with men, so I'll for sure have to
keep this journal hidden, because I do it all anyway and I don't care if
it's wrong or not because I like it. So fuck the world and whoever finds
this. This is my journal.

I'm gay and the first boy I ever loved was my best friend Chase. We were
only 7, and we were only in 2nd grade, but we loved each other anyway. And
if anybody thinks boys can't love each other when they're 7, then you're
dumb and go read a different story, because we did.

We used to kiss each other with our tongues up in my bedroom. I'm not sure
who's idea it was at first, but Chase was really good at it. His tongue
always tasted like root beer or Jolly Ranchers, which was weird, because I
never saw him eat a Jolly Rancher ever. But his tongue was always like
that. Like warm, tickling candy on mine. And it always made my little
dickie hard when he kissed me.

We started out just kissing, but then we did other stuff too. We would hug
and stuff, so we could tell each other's dickies were getting hard, and I
don't know which one of us did it first, but pretty soon, instead of just
kissing with tongues, we were putting our hands down each other's pants and
feeling each other's dickies and stuff.

P.S. I don't say "dickie" now. I say "cock" now, but back then I said
"dickie."

Chase and I never tried to fuck each other. I'm not sure why not. We kissed
a lot and rubbed each other's dickies, and a couple times we even sucked
each other, but we really didn't know what we were doing, and neither one
of us ever got our tickles (which is what we called them back then), so I
guess we were just too dumb to understand how it all worked and what we
were supposed to do to shoot our sperms, which we didn't have then, but now
I have now. Just a little bit anyway.

I loved Chase when I was 7. I loved Chase when I was 8. I loved Chase when
I was 9. And then when I was 10, he moved away. And I was sad like
crazy. He was my whole life. He was my best friend. Not just the stupid
dickie stuff. But the everything.

I would jack off at night and I would just lay there and cry when it was
done because I missed Chase and I wished he was in my bed with me. Even if
we did nothing, I wished he was just in my bed holding onto me and hugging
me. I missed him a lot.

And then I went to summer camp and met my boyfriend, who lives in my same
town. I didn't even know he lived here until I met him at camp. His name is
Josh and he fucks me good. He has a really big cock. If you've never been
fucked really good with a really big cock before, I highly recommend
it. Whoof.

The first time he fucked me at camp, I cried. And I didn't cry because it
hurt me (which it sort of did, but in a good way). I cried because it felt
like it finally made up for Chase being gone. Does that make any sense? I
felt like whatever part of me was missing because Chase moved away finally
got made-up for because Josh was there. And he loved me. And he filled up
that empty piece of me again. Not just with his cock, but just with his
heart. You know?

I did other stuff at that camp too, which was kind of weird. The camp
leader at that place was kind of pervy. He paid kids to do stuff with
him. Almost all the kids. Me too.

He wanted to smell my butt, that's the weirdest thing I remember. He gave
me a lot of money for that. It was weird, but whatever. It kind of gave me
a boner, he liked it so much. I remember I sat on his face with my butt in
his nose and his mouth and he smelled and he licked and he was so excited
that it gave me a boner. I jacked off when he did it. It felt good. And
when we woke up in the morning, I sucked his cock. I sucked his cock and I
ate his juice. But that's not the point of this story, so forget about him.

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My boyfriend Josh has a really weird life.

First of all, his mom is dead. That sucks, because wow, imagine.

And second, and this is the really weird part – Josh does stuff with his
own dad.

I mean sex stuff.

And I don't mean just touching cocks or sucking a little. I mean fucking.

Only, this is the weird part. Josh fucks his dad. His dad doesn't fuck
Josh. Josh fucks his DAD. Can you imagine that? I mean, Josh's cock is
bigger than mine, and bigger than most guys our age, but still it's just a
kid cock. And for whatever crazy reason, Josh's dad doesn't fuck Josh
(which is what all these stories are about on this site). No, they flip it
around somehow and Josh fucks his dad.

The way Josh explained it, his mom died when he was six, so it's always
been just him and his dad from as far back as he can remember, and his dad
is a really nice guy and stuff, and not really weird at all, but sometimes
at night he drinks too much. And then he tells Josh to come to bed with
him. And then before it's done, he wants Josh to fuck him.

"Seriously?" I asked Josh, one night after Josh had fucked me and we were
cuddling up in his camp bunk. Everybody else was fast asleep.

"Shhh," he whispered. "Not so loud."

"But you just fuck him?" I whispered back, trying to get my head around
it. "He never tries to fuck you?"

"Well," Josh said quietly, "he sucks my dick sometimes. And a few times he
fingers me, but mostly he just wants it in his ass and he wants it hard."

"Wow," I said.

"Yeah," he said. "Wanna watch sometime?"

"Definitely," I said, reaching for his cock, which was getting hard
again. "I definitely wanna watch."

And he rolled me on my tummy and he fucked me again.

Josh likes to fuck.

Josh likes to fuck A LOT.

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About six weeks after camp was done, I stayed over at Josh's house.

This was not our first sleepover. I slept over a bunch of times after camp
let out, and Josh fucked me every single time.

When Josh fucks me, it feels like this:

First he kisses me and licks my neck and my nipples and he bites my lower
lip and whispers dirty words in my ear like, "I'm gonna fuck you so good
tonight, Mikey. I'm gonna fill you with such a good load of cock sauce it's
gonna come shooting out of your nose, you pretty little fuck." And I know
that sounds really stupid and silly when I write it down, but when someone
is kissing you when they say it and their hard cock is shoving up against
your belly, believe me it's hot, and it makes you want to get fucked,
really, really fast.

And after he kisses me and talks dirty, he gets his finger wet in his mouth
and he slides it into my ass, which makes me moan every time. His finger
feels so fucking good. I've tried to finger my own ass when I jack off at
home, and it feels sort of good, but it feels nothing like Josh's finger
going straight up my ass. It's like night and day. Mine is good, but his is
heaven.

And he fingers me hard, and he gets me really loose, and then he likes me
on my tummy. He puts me face down and he shoves that fat cock of his so far
up my open ass sometimes I think I'm going to scream or sing opera. He
fucking nails me with that big cock. And it feels so good. It makes me
cry. It makes me think of Chase and love and butterflies and fireworks. I
don't know why I need that so much, but I do. And if you don't understand
that, then we'll never understand each other at all. But if you get it? If
you get that feeling of how good it feels to be fucked? How everything it
is? Then we can be friends forever.

And he cums in my so good. He talks dirty and says terrible sexy things in
my ear the whole time he fucks me, but when he finally cums, all he says
are love things.

"Oh baby, oh Michael, I love you so much, I love you so much, I love you so
much," as he fills me up with his hot sticky cum, which is much more than
mine, which I feel dripping out of my asshole as soon as he's done, which I
sit on the toilet and fart down my cheeks two hours later, which I love
like a crazy man, which I can't live without.

I love to be fucked. I don't' care who knows that or what they think of
me. I'm 13 years old and I love to be fucked. If you don't understand that,
shut up and go away. Because it's every right thing in the world to me.

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That night I watched him fuck his dad, he didn't want to cum in me.

"No, let me save it," he said, as I was sucking him and getting ready to
eat his sperms. "Watch me cram it up my dad, okay?"

"Okay," I said, disappointed, but hot for it.

We did what he said. We pretended to go to sleep. And his dad, half-drunk
on vodka when we left him downstairs an hour ago, was up in the doorway not
more than 30 minutes later, drink in hand, mumbling to Josh in a
slurry-soft voice, "Is he sleeping yet?"

"Yeah," said Josh, lying. "He went right to sleep."

"Come on," said his dad. "Come on and let's do it."

Josh wandered off. I counted to twenty and followed.

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I stood in the crack of the doorway and watched all of this in
open-windowed moonlight.

Josh's dad put his drink on the table. He came to Josh and lifted his
t-shirt up. He touched Josh's nipples with his thumbs.

"Oh fuck, you're so pretty," he said softly.

Josh took his dad's hand and put it on his cock.

"You want this?" Josh said? "You want to get fucked."

"Oh yes," his dad shivered. Even in the dark, I could see his dad shiver.

His dad pulled his pants down. Stumbled to the bed. Laid down on his
stomach, his legs still on the floor.

Josh came up behind him. Looked at me in the doorway. Spit on his
cock. Lined it up. Pushed it up inside his dad in one, long, groaning
thurst.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck," his dad mumbled and twisted.

"You like my big cock?" Josh growled at his dad. And my own cock was rock
hard. I took of my pajama pants and stood there in the doorway, stroking
it.

"Oh fuck yes, baby. Oh fuck yes," mumbled his dad.

"You want my sperm up your cunt don't you?" Josh grunted.

"Oh, please, oh please!"

And that's all they said. Josh fucked him hard. His dad – I don't know
if his dad was awake or passed out – seemed to breath heavy, but didn't'
say a thing. And Josh just kept fucking him. Fucked him hard and deep and
in and out. Then grabbed his hips. Then pulled him up and twisted. Shoved
hard. Gyrated. And howled like a boy-wolf as he rutted forward and filled
his dad with jizz.

"Mother FUCKER," he grunted as he pumped inside of his passed-out dad.

He motioned to me in the doorway. "Come here" motion.  "Come here now."

"I'm gonna fuck you again," he whispered to his dad. "Just lay still and
close your eyes. Gonna fuck your sweet ass again."

He nodded to me. Nodded to his dad's open ass, dripping with Josh's
jizz. Pried his cheeks open with a thumb and forefinger. Grabbed my cock
and lined me up. Nodded at me. I sunk it in.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck.

His dad moaned a little as I stuck it in him, but he didn't wake up.

I shoved it in him hard, all slippery and juicy with Josh's spent jizz.

I slid my cock in and out of his passed-out dad as Josh smiled at me and
leaned forward to kiss me. Tongues locking, quiet moans, the slipperiness
of my cock and the smell of his dad's ass in the air.

"Fuck him," Josh growled at me, his own cock growing super hard
again. "Fuck him hard and shoot in his guts."

I grunted. I shivered. I shook and I quivered. I pushed my dick forward and
shot my load, what little it was, deep in his father's bowels.

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Josh was hard with me that night. Back in his room, he was hard and good
with me.

"You liked that, huh?" he grunted and pushed.

"Oh fuck yes," I grunted, taking the heat of his cock.

"You like fucking my dad, didn't you? Didn't you, Mikey?"

"Not like this," I whimpered. "I didn't like it as much as this."

"You want my cum?" he growled in my ear, which was dripping with sweat and
need.

"Oh yes," I begged him. "Shoot your cum in me."

"Fucking your ass, fucking your ass," he whispered like a mantra.

Then, "UGGGGGGGGHHHH! You sweet fucking PUSSY BOY!" as he stuck his cock
straight up to my stomach and fucked me full of his sticky hot cum.

I grabbed his ass. I pulled him harder into me. I wanted ever bit of it. I
wanted ever drop of his hot, pulsing boy jizz.

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Josh and me, we kiss in the moonlight.

He is everything to me. He is Chase. He is memory. He is new and he is old.

He is the things I remember. He is what I look forward to.

I don't understand him. I don't know why his dad likes his cock so much. I
don't know why he wants to share his drunken dad with me. We both fuck him
now. We fuck him a lot.

This is all new to me and I probably shouldn't write it in this
journal. Somebody's bound to find it, and then I'll have to explain it.

But for now I'll hide it under my mattress and jack off to the memory.

The first time I watched.

The first time I watched Josh fuck his dad, and I fucked Josh's dad,
too. That was good, that night. And all the nights after.

Goodnight, whoever's reading this.  Be careful when you roll over in your
sleep tonight.

Josh and I might fuck you too.

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Love,
Zachyboy
z.blake@mail.com