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Darrell's Incarceration
by Tom (newwritertom@gmail.com)
***
A father discovers his young son's sex play and sets
out to make sure the boy gets to experience
everything. His nephew, Darrell is released from
reform school and the father gets him to introduce his
son to new experiences. (Mb, pre, ped, nc, 1st-gay-
expr, oral, anal, voy)
***
I
My first sexual experience happened at 5 years old. I
was with my cousin Darrell and several other cousins.
Darrell had us gather in a circle, drop our pants and
feel of the boy's penis standing next to us. That was
the full extent of my first time, but I was hooked. I
loved it and sexual awareness was forever after a part
of my life. Of course at that young age, I didn't know
to hide and was caught fairly often. My mother would
always scold me and I quickly learned that women must
not like sex, but my father was more forgiving. I
fooled around, as we called it, with enough boys and
was caught by enough fathers to assume that sex was
primarily a male thing.
But back to Darrell, he was 6 years older than me and
I found him scary. I was used to people who didn't
express much anger. But he had a bad temper and wasn't
afraid of anything or anybody. At least, that was the
show he put on. He demanded to be in control at all
times and crossing him could be a nightmare. I thought
he was a bully. I tried to stay away from him as much
as possible and succeeded until Daddy made it
impossible.
Darrell was always in some kind of trouble and it
eventually got him sent to a reform facility. I was 9
years old at the time and he was just about to turn
16. He had been lifting weights for a couple of years
and was extremely strong. His body was really muscular
and he loved to show it off. I liked that about him.
Most of my family wouldn't talk about the facility and
I never knew why he was sent there. However, my Dad
often talked to me about it when we were alone. In
fact, if he hadn't brought it to my attention I would
never have been aware that Darrell was gone. He talked
openly enough about it to fuel my imagination without
really telling me much.
He told me that the place had guards and that they
kept Darrell in a bare room without any clothes. The
room had a bunk for him to sleep on, but there were no
sheets or blankets. No way for him to ever hide or
cover up, he was totally exposed at all times. The
door had a small opening in it so the guards could
watch him.
Of course, my mind went wild. I didn't know what an
orgasm was then, but I'd play with my dick and dream
of the facility. I'd visualize Darrell totally naked
and being watched by anyone that wanted to look. At
times I was the guard watching him. At other times I
was the nude boy being observed. These fantasies kept
me occupied for a while, but I wanted to know more.
I would pump my Dad for information and he never
failed to supply more. When the police took Darrell
there, the guards stripped and searched him. They
inspected every inch of his body and even put their
fingers in his bottom. He said that they did this to
all the boys there. That news excited me. I had been
so focused on Darrell that I had failed to think about
other boys being there too. A place completely filled
with naked boys!
Of course, now I wanted to know more about these boys.
Daddy said they were all between the ages of 12 and
18. He said that mostly Darrell was alone, but that
sometimes the guards might put another boy or two in
with him. He was sure that some of the older boys had
probably made Darrell do nasty things with them. He
thought it was a reasonable assumption given all the
nudity. The guards wouldn't care and may even
encourage them so they could watch. He said he was
telling me these things so that I wouldn't get into
trouble. He hoped I never had to go to a place like
that, which stopped me from asking if we could visit.
Dad knew that I was afraid of Darrell. But he insisted
that, when he got out, I make a special effort to be
nice to him. He'd say, "Darrell's been through a lot.
He'll need a friend when he gets home. I want you to
be his friend. He may be angry and short tempered for
a while, but think about all he's gone through. Think
about all the nasty things they did to him." Actually,
I thought of little else.
Darrell was 16 when he got out and Dad was right, he
was angry. The least thing would set him off. I walked
on egg shells, but Dad took him under his wing. They
spent lots of time together talking, with the most
intense expressions on their faces. Dad would hug him
a lot or slap him on the back in a jocular sort of
way. He insisted that I hug him too. Every time I did
though, Darrell would grab my ass or tweak my nipple
or pull my t-shirt over my head as I squirmed to get
away. It always embarrassed me, because he would do it
right in front of Daddy.
If I complained about it later, Dad would just say,
"Darrell needs hugs right now. He needs to know that
we love him. He doesn't mean anything by those things.
He's just being playful. Why don't you pinch his tit
back or grab his ass, so he'll know how it feels? He
may not know you don't like it."
I didn't tell Dad that I really wanted to, but was
scared of him and way too shy. Darrell liked control
and pushing boundaries. I never trusted him not to go
too far. What if he made me fulfill one of my
fantasies in front of my father? I'd die of
embarrassment!
After Darrell's first few visits, I was too
uncomfortable to ask Dad any questions. Eventually my
curiosity won out and I asked a few. Dad told me that
he had been right. The guards had made Darrell do
really dirty things with them and the other boys. Some
of the things he had liked and some he hadn't. At
first, they had to hold him down. But after a while,
Darrell grew to like those things and he started
holding other boys for the guards.
He'd say, "Can you imagine grown men doing those
things to little boys?" Usually with a look on his
face that made me think he could actually see it. I
would stare at him intently. Hoping the images he saw
would appear before his eyes, like a projector, so I
could see them too. He never told me exactly what
those things were, so my mind whirled with images. I
tried to imagine what dirty things they had done. It
was all very exciting and taboo for me.
Shortly after Darrell got out, my Mother, Aunt and
Grandmother decided to visit some of our relatives
upstate. They would be gone from Thursday morning
until Sunday evening. I was to stay home with Dad and
he had invited Darrell to stay with us. My heart beat
quickened and I thought about asking my Mom to take me
with her, but I knew I wouldn't.
On Thursday, I was called to the school office around
noon. I thought I was in trouble, but instead I found
my Dad there to take me home early. When we got to the
car, Darrell was sitting in the front seat. I opened
the back door to get in, but Dad said I should sit
between them in the front. Darrell looked great in his
tight t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He had his
arm resting along the back of the seat and I could see
hair under his armpit. When he saw me looking, he
grabbed my head and forced my face into his underarm.
Startled, I jerked away and looked to my Dad for help.
But Darrell just ruffled my hair while he laughed and
Dad chuckled too.
Stopping for lunch on the way home, I told Dad that I
needed to go to the bathroom. I hadn't needed help for
years, so I was surprised when he asked Darrell to go
with me. We stood at the urinal and peed. I stole
glances at his dick and he must have noticed because
he didn't put his cock away when he finished. He just
stood there slowly stroking it into a full hard on. It
looked huge to me and I stared. He asked me if I liked
it and I nodded my head. He stepped away from the
urinal and dropped his hand. He told me I could feel
it and I did. It was much bigger than the last time I
saw it. There was hair coming out of his pants too. I
was enthralled and my heart was pounding in my ears.
He told me to kiss it, but I shook my head no because
I didn't trust him. He grabbed my head and pulled it
toward his cock as he growled at me to kiss it. With
no choice I kissed the tip and then heard him tell me
to lick it too. I just stuck out my tongue and he
moved his hips so his cock ran across it. It felt
incredibly nasty to me and I loved it. This had to be
one of the dirty things Daddy talked about. He pushed
his cock at my mouth until I opened it for him, which
was one of the things I had imagined. I felt dizzy
from the excitement.
Suddenly the bathroom door opened and a man walked in.
Seeing us startled him. After he recovered, he glanced
back into the restaurant before walking over to the
urinal.
I jumped up, but Darrell just stood there with his
rigid cock on display. The man was older than my Dad,
who is 35. He and Darrell exchanged a knowing look.
Then the man fully opened his pants and pulled his
shirt up a little. This let me see not only his cock,
but also his balls and part of his stomach. His dick
was fat and he had lots of hair. I just stared at it.
He seemed nervous and kept looking at the door as he
bounced his growing cock.
Darrell walked to the door with his dick still out and
peeked into the restaurant. I guess no one was coming
because he turned back and told me to feel the guy's
cock. I looked up at the man and he nodded that it was
okay. I was thrilled and took hold of it the best I
could. It was bigger than I'd expected and slippery at
the end. I heard the man groan and he pushed it closer
to me.
Darrell peeked out the door again and then walked over
to us. He took hold of my head and said, "Open up
sweet pea" as he forced my mouth over the man's fat
cock. It filled my mouth, but I was still able to move
my tongue around a little. I licked every bit I could
and soon I felt his cock start throbbing.
OH MY GOD, HE'S PEEING IN MY MOUTH! I was shocked! I
tried to back off, to turn my head, to do anything to
stop this man from pissing in my mouth, but it was no
use. Darrell firmly held my head down on the man's
cock and growled at me to swallow. I didn't want to, I
thought I was going to puke, but Darrell doesn't like
disobedience. He squeezed the back of my neck real
hard and said for me to fucking swallow. I did, with
tears rolling down my cheek.
After the man finished and I had swallowed it all, he
quickly straightened his clothes and nearly ran from
the bathroom. He was clearly terrified.
Darrell told me that I had done good, but next time
not to be a fucking baby about it. He started to beat
off, but I left him there and went to my Dad. He
jokingly said that he thought I'd fell in, before
noticing my tears. He beckoned me to sit next to him
and as he hugged me, he asked what was wrong. He told
me to whisper it in his ear. I told him, "That man
peed in my mouth!"
He asked, "Which man?"
I looked around but couldn't find him. He told me that
it was bad to make up stories like that. That I would
end up in reform school with the bad boys if I wasn't
careful. My eyes went wide and I shuddered, so Dad
pulled me into his lap. I could feel his hard cock
under my ass and moved a bit to get more comfortable.
Dad held my hips and moved me a bit more when I got
still.
Finally Darrell came back to the table and I saw him
grin and wink at my Dad as he sat down. Daddy slowly
moved me around some more on his lap after that. He
even pushed his cock up at my ass a time or two as he
tried to get comfortable.
I noticed a man sitting with his family at another
table. He was looking at us. As I watched him, he
reached under the table and squeezed his cock. It
looked like it was hard. My face went hot as I felt
myself blushing.
When we got home, Dad told Darrell to get them each a
beer. I pointed out that Darrell wasn't old enough to
drink, but Dad said it was okay when it was just us
guys. He even said I could have some too, but not to
tell my Mom. Some things are best kept to ourselves.
We have a pool table downstairs and they played for
most of the afternoon. I thought about the man in the
bathroom and watched them, getting beers or snacks
when they wanted them. I especially liked it when they
leaned over the table and put their butts on display
to make a shot.
That evening, Dad said we should go take our bath
while he ordered pizza for dinner. It was going to be
pizza and a movie night. I was excited because we
never did that on a week night. I turned to go
upstairs but stopped when I heard Dad say, "Tommy
tells me a man peed in his mouth today when you guys
were in the bathroom. Did you see anything like that,
Darrell?"
I saw fear on Darrell's face, but only for a second
before his eyes caught fire with anger. "The little
cocksucker's a liar! I didn't see anything like that!"
Initially I had panicked, but relief followed because
now Darrell was in trouble. He couldn't use that
language in our house or call me names. No one used
that language in our house! Hell or damn or ass was
the extent of bad language used here and only Daddy
got to say it. So I was stunned when Daddy put his arm
around Darrell's shoulder and said, "That's what I
thought, but I wanted to check with you. I told him if
he makes up stories like that, then he's likely to get
punished. You two go on and take your bath now while I
call for the pizza."
I was scared now, but I got my pajamas and met Darrell
in the bathroom. He was quiet while we washed. I
thought I'd escaped his wrath, but when I stood up to
get out of the tub he roughly pulled me back down.
"Tommy, the man didn't pee in your fucking mouth! He
shot cum in your mouth, it's different. Cum is good
for you, you stupid little shit. Now I have to teach
you to keep some things just between us."
Scrambling to the corner of the tub, I cringed and
tucked myself into a ball. I had no idea what he was
going to do. I yelled for help, but Daddy didn't hear
me. He stood over me, holding his dick like he was
going to pee. Then I felt the warm piss splash over my
body. I quickly tried to protect my face with my
hands. It was a good thing too, because he aimed right
for my head and face. With all the beer he had drunk
that afternoon, it felt like he would never stop.
Strangely, at one point I thought I heard the bathroom
door quietly open and then close again a minute later.
It couldn't have though, because Daddy was the only
other person at home.
Darrell told me to hurry and wash again before the
pizza arrived. When I finally felt clean again, I got
out of the tub. Looking around, I asked Darrell where
my clothes were. He said he didn't know and that his
were gone too, but that we didn't really need them
since there weren't any women in the house. Besides he
liked being naked.
I couldn't imagine what my Dad would think when we
walked out naked. My stomach was in knots as we
entered the kitchen. Dad had his back to us and said
the pizza was here and that he was glad we could make
it. He asked what kept us so long. Darrell laughed and
told him that I was being pissy.
I dreaded Daddy's turning around. No one ever walked
around our house naked, but especially not during
dinner. For a second, I saw an image of my mother
turning around and screaming, as the pan she was
holding clattered to the floor. But when Daddy turned
around, he just chuckled and said, "I see you two
decided to get comfortable. Better get a slice before
it gets cold." I felt anything but comfortable,
although it was exciting.
Taking our pizza to the den, we started our movie. It
was one that I wouldn't normally be allowed to watch.
It wasn't adult rated, but it still showed women's
tits and men's asses with lots of soft core sex. Dad
said he was making an exception because it was just us
guys. I didn't care about the tits, but the naked men
would have kept me hard, had I not been so nervous.
Dad and Darrell of course commented frequently about
the tits.
Darrell was sitting next to me on the sofa. I liked
sneaking looks at his dick. About half way through the
movie he took my hand and put it on his dick. I tried
to pull it back, but he gave me a look that made me
stop. Dad was in his chair and never took his eyes off
the television. I was nervous as hell, but Darrell's
big hairy balls captured my attention. Before long I
was exploring his crotch with my hand, while keeping a
close eye on my Dad. The last thing I wanted was to
get caught.
Darrell leaned over a little and whispered for me not
to stop feeling him up or take my hand away, no matter
what. "You'll be drinking piss tomorrow if you do." I
looked at his face and knew he meant it. My heart
pounded in my chest, but I didn't dare stop playing
with his dick now.
When he sat back up, he said to my father that he was
nearly ready for another beer and asked if Dad was
too. I couldn't move my head I was so scared, but cut
my eyes around far enough to see Daddy turn and look
at us. I held my breath and waited for him to explode
as I rolled Darrell's hairy balls around with my
fingers.
No explosion came. He just looked at us and said he
wasn't quite finished with his beer yet. He would get
two more in minute. From the corner of my eye, I saw
him look back at us several times. I felt as if I were
going to faint, my head pounded and my heart beat hard
enough for me to hear it.
Daddy got up and said he was going for the beers. He
stood for a minute and watched us as he stretched his
back. When he left, Darrell moved my hand to his now
hard cock. He wrapped my fingers around it and had me
jack him off very slowly. I couldn't believe it and
hissed at him that my Dad was coming back any second.
He growled at me to just keep my hand moving on his
cock unless I liked the taste of piss. My whole body
started to tremble and I prayed that Daddy would never
come back. What would he think of me? What would he
say? I couldn't think, but I made sure my hand kept
moving slowly up and down Darrell's hard cock.
Suddenly Daddy was standing over us. I could see his
legs, but was too scared to look up at him. Actually
the only part of my body that moved at all was my
hand. It continued to glide up and down over Darrell's
cock while Daddy watched.
It felt like he stood there forever as I slowly jacked
my cousin, but it couldn't have been very long. He
said, "Here's your beer. You want it on the table?" I
couldn't believe how normal he sounded. By his voice,
no one would ever have guessed he was watching his 9
year old son jerk off his 16 year old cousin. I
thought maybe I'd gone crazy.
When he leaned over to set the drink down, his face
was closer to the action on Darrell's cock. It was the
first glimpse of his face that I'd seen since he
walked back in. He never took his eyes off us and our
lewd display. I felt my face get hot and knew I was
blushing scarlet. Instead of standing back up
immediately, he sort of lingered for a minute as he
watched us.
As if the scene wasn't obscene enough, Darrell lifted
his ass a little and spread his legs wider. The tip of
his cock was shiny and my hand was getting wet. Daddy
took it all in and slowly stood back up. After setting
his beer down by his chair, he casually said he needed
the bathroom and would be back in a minute. The fact
that he acted as if this was all normal confused me.
After he left the room, Darrell said he wanted me to
suck his cock. I nearly shouted, "Are you crazy? My
Dad is coming back!"
He told me to, "Just fucking suck my dick and shut the
hell up."
I stared at him with my mouth open until he shoved my
head down on his cock. The slick head squeezed past my
lips and into my mouth. It tasted incredible and I
would have been in heaven, but for my fear. He started
my head moving up and down his cock and said for me
not to stop if I knew what was good for me. Then he
released me to continue on my own.
I thought I would die of humiliation! Any minute my
Dad is coming back, but I couldn't think of a way out
of this.
After a couple of minutes, my father sat down right
next to Darrell. I snapped my head up enough to see
him sitting there looking at us, but not enough to
lose the cock in my mouth. No way was I drinking piss!
My lips were stretched around the shaft as I stared at
my father without moving. Then I noticed that he had
removed his clothes while he was gone.
As I remained frozen, his hand moved over his hard
cock. His fingers traced the length of it several
times as he stared at us. It jerked and jumped under
his touch. His hand then began to copy what mine had
been doing to Darrell the last time he was in the
room.
Surprising me, Darrell gripped both sides of my head
to hold it still and he slowly started pumping his
dick into my mouth. I tried to get away, but he held
on tight. I yelled for Daddy to help me, but with my
mouth full of dick it came out garbled. Darrell
finally got a good rhythm and settled in to fuck my
mouth.
Daddy leaned over and switched on the overhead lights.
Nothing was in the shadows now. I felt completely
exposed, but at least I could clearly see Daddy's
balls bounce as he jerked his cock. He gradually began
to stroke it faster as he watched Darrell fuck me.
He moved closer and put his arm around Darrell's
shoulder, sort of hugging him, encouraging him. He
whispered in his ear, "You like fucking little kids?
Go ahead. Fuck him harder. He can take it. Shove your
nasty cock in his mouth. Yeah, that's it! I think he
likes it. Look at his face. He wants it, the little
cocksucker. He likes your dirty cock in his mouth. My
son, the nasty little cocksucker. Feed him your cum,
make him suck it all down. I want to see him eat your
cum."
I felt Darrell's cock swell bigger and his hands
pushed my head down as his hips pushed up. I gagged
and choked but he held me there as my mouth filled
with cum. My eyes watered and I swallowed as fast as I
could, but still felt some run down my chin. Through
the tears I saw Daddy tense up as his first shot of
cum hit his chest just below his chin. He groaned and
grunted, as shot after shot fell on his chest and
stomach.
When Darrell finally released my head, I sat up and
looked at Daddy. He reached over and wiped the cum
from my chin with his finger and fed it to me. Then he
pulled Darrel into a tighter embrace and fondled his
cock lovingly as I sat watching. It looked like he
loved this boy and cock for what they had done to me.
I thought he would hug me too. But he just continued
to caress Darrell and said, "Go brush your teeth. It's
your bedtime."
II
I was hurt that Daddy didn't hug me last night. He
didn't tuck me into bed either, so I was scared as I
went into breakfast. Maybe he didn't like me anymore
after last night? He was in his robe and cheerful as
he fixed my breakfast. I hoped everything was back to
normal. But when he put my plate on the table and sat
down to drink his coffee without kissing my forehead,
I began to cry. He always kisses my forehead in the
morning.
He gently asked, "What's wrong Tomtom?"
The fact that he used his special nickname for me made
me feel better, but not a lot. Struggling with my
voice I quietly said, "Do you not like me anymore? You
think I'm nasty?"
"Awe, Tommy come sit on my lap. I'll always love you.
You could never be too nasty for me to love. I'm sorry
I hurt your feelings. I'm just distracted and worried
about you."
"Why?"
"Well, last night you got Darrell really worked up.
You have to be careful Tom, not to get guys too
excited. They could make you do things you might not
want to do. Sometimes it's hard to stop them once you
start it."
Shocked and trying to defend myself I said, "I didn't
start anything! Darrell MADE me do it!"
His eyebrows furrowed and he said, "That's not what it
looked like to me. I saw you playing with his balls.
You jacked him off and sucked his cock. His hands were
nowhere near you. I didn't see him force you to do
anything, until he couldn't take anymore of your
teasing. You can't hold that against him, can you?"
"YES!"
"Do you hold it against me too? Is it my fault that I
jacked off because of what you were doing? You think
I'm a bad Daddy because you excited me?"
"No."
"Well then, why is it poor Darrell's fault that you
excited him?"
"I don't know."
"I don't like this, Tommy. You've never made up
stories about people before. Yesterday you said some
man peed in your mouth, but he didn't. Did he?"
"No."
"And now poor Darrell! I'll have to ask him about
this, you know."
Shocked and scared, I begged him not to tell him. I
promised to be good. That I'd never make up stories
again. That I'd take any punishment he thought was
fair without complaining.
He kissed my head and said that what he thought was
fair, was to give Darrell a chance to defend himself.
I couldn't believe how turned around everything was. I
couldn't believe Daddy used all those bad words. I
knew Darrell would make this all my fault. I felt sick
and I could hear he was up.
Dad had us sit in the den. I didn't hear much of what
he said or Darrell's reaction. I think I was too
anxious for anything to sink in, too stunned by the
change in our house. Slowly the conversation began to
seep into my head. Darrell was saying that if he was
going to be accused of forcing me to do things when he
hadn't, then he should actually get to make me do
something. As an example, he said if he was going to
fucking jail for stealing a bike then he for sure
ought to at least get to ride the Goddamn thing for a
little while.
Daddy seemed to think it over and finally looked at
me. I flinched when he said my name. He reminded me
that I had promised to do whatever he thought was
fair. After thinking it over, he thought Darrell was
right. If he was going to be blamed even though he was
innocent, then he may as well deserve the accusation.
The only fair thing to do was to allow Darrell to make
me do whatever he wanted. Until he was sure that I had
learned my lesson, he wanted to see me follow all of
Darrell's directions and by that he meant all of them.
To make sure that I understood, he told Darrell to
make me do something. With an evil sneer, Darrell told
me to strip out of my clothes and then to strip him.
When we were both naked, he got on all fours and told
me to kiss his ass. Shocked I looked at my father and
thought he'll stop this now. Darrell is crazy and now
Daddy knows it too.
But instead of ending it, Daddy opened Darrell's ass
cheeks with his hands and said, "You've had your
instructions." Hesitatingly, I leaned in and sniffed
the air like I've seen dog's do. I just got a whiff of
soap. Nothing gross, so I forged ahead. Puckering up I
kissed the air an inch from his asshole and Daddy
said, "That wasn't your instructions."
Defeated, I pressed my lips to his asshole and kissed
it. I felt it tighten against them, as if it had
kissed me back. It wasn't bad, so when Darrell told me
to lick it I did. To my surprise, I found I liked it.
It felt dirty and forbidden. I let myself go and
really started to eat his ass. Daddy groaned from
above me which only encouraged me. I ground my face
into his ass as Darrell pushed back and spread his
legs wider to give me room.
Excited Daddy said, "Relax your asshole. Let him get
his tongue in there. Push your tongue real hard into
his asshole Tommy. I want to see you fuck him with it.
Oh my God, you nasty little fucker. That's it! Push it
in deeper! Push as hard as you can Tomtom. Jesus
Christ, he's got his whole tongue in your shithole!
Fuck him with it Tom. Fuck his ass for Daddy."
When I finally backed away from his ass, Daddy shoved
his cock into my mouth. He told me to get it wet and
after I did, he helped me guide it into Darrell's ass.
It amazed me to watch it disappear in there. It looked
like it would really hurt, but from Darrell's reaction
I decided it didn't. Wanting to see from every angle,
I crawled under them.
I watched Daddy's cock slide in and out just above my
face. His balls were slapping Darrell's ass on each
inward thrust. On impulse I tried to catch them in my
mouth, but really they just rubbed back and forth over
my face. After a few minutes, I moved to Darrell's
cock and slid it into my mouth.
Soon I was swallowing more cum. I loved it and so did
Daddy. He encouraged me to get it all down, as he
unloaded into Darrell. When it was over and Darrell
stood up, one drop oozed from the tip of his cock and
hung there. Daddy licked it off. Then he hugged me and
said how well I'd done. He was proud of me and told me
to be sure to do everything Darrell tells me. It's
only fair.
III
My name is Mike and I'm Tom's Dad. Growing up, I had
the normal experimenting with other boys sexually. It
was very exciting and good memories for me. When I hit
puberty, I got interested in girls and forgot my same
sex attraction. That is until Tom reminded me.
My wife caught him the first time with a neighborhood
boy when he was six. She scolded them, sent the other
boy home and assumed it was over. She was wrong. Over
the next few months she caught him several more times
being sexual with his playmates. Scolding clearly
wasn't working and she brought her concerns to me. I
reassured her it was all normal. Just something boys
go through. I had done the same things and turned out
just fine. However, I did promise to watch for
anything unusual.
Not long after, my wife said she thought the behavior
had stopped. I was glad she wasn't worrying anymore,
but I knew she was wrong again. Tom had just gotten
better at hiding. I knew this because I had gotten
better at finding him.
The first time, I found him and a neighbor boy in our
shed. I looked through the back window and saw them
with their pants around their ankles. They were
fondling each other's little hard cocks and the
expressions on their faces were priceless. I watched
them and remembered my own childhood games. When I
realized that my cock was as hard as theirs, I felt
embarrassed and a little guilty. It's just weird to
get an erection from watching two little boys touch
each other, especially when one of them is your son.
For more than a year, I watched them in the shed every
time I could. Each time I got hard too. Eventually, I
accepted it and even started to fondle myself as I
watched them. At first just rubbing my dick through my
shorts, but as time went on I would pull it out so I
could stroke it. Masturbating while watching Tom and
his friends became normal for me.
I found myself wishing they would do more with each
other, but they seemed content. Thinking that maybe I
was losing my perspective, I decided to talk with the
boy's Father. John and I were friends, but not close.
If he was concerned, I'd listen and maybe get my
thoughts back in line.
One day while my wife was out, I invited him over for
a beer. He showed up with his son and the two boys
went off to play. I cautiously broached the subject of
boyhood experimentation trying to get a feel for his
attitude. I didn't want a homophobic rage on my hands.
He said he had done some experimenting himself and
thought it normal healthy behavior.
When I got around to confessing that I'd caught Tom
and his son, Jimmy experimenting he became more
interested. He didn't think there was anything to
worry about, but wanted to know what I had seen. He
asked questions as I described the scene to him. Were
they hard? Did they do more than touch? How many times
had I caught them? Telling him about our boys was
giving me a hard on and it looked like his shorts were
tighter in the crotch too.
I told him that I'd seen them do it fairly often for
months now. In fact they're probably at it right now.
He suggested we go see, just so he would have a better
idea of what I was talking about. So we made our way
to the shed window and looked in. The boys were naked
and playing with each other. It felt so wicked for two
grown men to be spying on their naked little boys. Two
fathers secretly watching their son's sex play. I
liked sharing this with him. It reminded me of my
early boyhood sex play, sneaking around to do
something we knew was wrong and dirty. Something we
knew would get us into a lot of trouble if we were
caught.
At one point Tom got down and looked really closely at
Jimmy's dick. I thought he was going to put it in his
mouth! I'd been hoping for this. Without thinking I
pushed down my shorts and started to stroke as I
watched. I had done this so many times alone that it
felt natural now.
As I began to realize what I had done, I panicked.
Quickly glancing at my friend, I saw his shorts on the
ground too. He was pumping his cock, too and watching
the boys so intently that he didn't know I was looking
at him for a minute. When he noticed me, he looked at
my cock and whispered, "Goddamn, I'm glad you told me.
The nasty little fuckers! I want to see you cum
watching my kid!"
We watched the boys together a lot after that.
Eventually, we would give each other a blowjob as we
watched the kids. Both of us were hoping the boys
would do more with each other, but I don't think they
knew what to do.
I remember, as a kid, wishing someone would take
charge and show me what to do. I didn't want them to
ask me or give me choice, because then I'd worry that
they might think I was weird or gross. Once I
suggested to my cousin that we put out cocks in each
other's mouth. He thought the idea was disgusting and
I felt humiliated. Worse than that, I was ashamed to
ask anyone else and never got to taste cock until
recently. I wanted to spare Tom that and see that he
gets to experience everything.
It would be great to teach him myself, but what if he
needed to talk? I couldn't have him confessing to his
teacher. At least not until I checked him out, maybe
he'd want to help me with Tom. No, if my son needs to
talk I want him to come to me. No one else would have
his best interest at heart.
Being a good father, I started to take Tommy anytime
we were alone to public men's rooms. It made me crazy
to watch him stare at men's dicks. Of course, he
wouldn't do it if he thought I was watching him. So
I'd take a long time washing my hands, watching in the
mirror. Some guy's would get uncomfortable and leave
right away, but others would let him look. A few
braver ones would catch my eye in the mirror. I would
smile and motion for them to show him.
With my permission they would turn toward him so he
could see their fat adult cocks. A few would jack off
while he watched. I know he wanted to stay and watch,
but he also didn't want to get caught by me. Before
they could cum, he would come to me ready to go. It
frustrated me, because I really wanted him to see them
cum.
One time in a park bathroom, I lucked out. There was
only one other man at the urinal. He looked to be
around 40 years old and was dressed in a suit. I
figured he was on his lunch hour. Tom never left the
urinals until I had been washing my hands for a while.
He would linger as long as he thought he could without
my catching him.
I glanced at the man's cock a couple of times and I
caught him checking me out too. We were both getting
hard. He looked down at Tom and then to me. I grinned
at him, stroked my cock a couple of times and put it
away. As I backed away from the urinal, I caught the
man's eye and nodded at my son. I said, "I'm going to
wash my hands. You stay here until you're done, Tom.
Don't come out now, until you're finished."
Standing at the sink, I watched the man pull his balls
out into the open too. He turned and stepped close to
Tom. His hard cock only inches from my son's small
face. I held my breath as Tom stared at it. The man
then looked at me and I nodded toward my son again as
I mouthed the words, "Go ahead."
He held his cock and quickly pulled Tom's mouth over
it. Then he looked at me as Tom tried to get away. I
grinned at the man and mouthed the words, "Fuck him."
The man held Tom and pumped his cock into my kid's
mouth. I quickly pulled my cock out and shot a load
into the sink, as Tom fought to escape. The man never
got to cum though, because Tom managed to get a yelp
out. Tucking my cock away, I asked, "What's wrong
Tom?" and he answered, "Nothing, I think I'm
finished."
In the car, Tom was quiet. When I asked if he was
alright, he said, "Yeah, just thinking. Can we come
here again?"
I didn't tell John about the experience. I was hoping
that Tom now had the idea and would surprise us by
teaching Jimmy. Just as I had hoped, the next time we
spied, the two boys were trying out cock sucking. John
nearly had a stroke, "Oh my fucking God! They're
sucking each other off. Where the fuck did they learn
that?"
I told him about the man in the bathroom. I told him
how Tom had fought to get away. How I had cum in the
sink from watching him struggle with a big cock. From
watching a stranger's fat cock fuck his mouth. How I
was disappointed the man hadn't unloaded in his mouth.
How I had wanted to see him slurping down cum.
He pulled me to him and kissed me for the first time.
When he pulled his tongue from my mouth, he said, "You
sick fuck! Maybe I'll let you take Jimmy with you next
time. Now suck me off."
It was only a few days later that my wife told me
about Darrell's incarceration. I couldn't believe I
hadn't thought of him earlier. He's perfect for my
Tomtom.
END