The following experience is about my adopted son, Kevin, and the
non-sexual, mentoring, father-son love I have for him. I enjoy my
multi-faceted sexuality and it gave me great satisfaction to have been able
to `catch’ my almost 15-year-old son following in my footsteps. I was
lucky to adopt what I consider a special gift from God.
A few weeks back, I had decided to spend the day working from home. It was
also close to my son Kevin’s birthday and I had purchased a couple tickets
for us to go to a Seattle Sounders soccer game that spring evening. He is
growing fast; his height is now 5’9, a full six inches taller than a year
ago. He has beautiful sandy blond hair that he keeps neatly trimmed and it
is always combed. He is well into his adolescence and his cheeks are
showing a little more thickness and color than the typical boy `peach
fuzz.’ He excels at baseball and soccer and loves his skateboard. He
wears baggy short and warm-up pants a lot of the time and he has that cute
look I’m sure the girls notice; I know I do. He has a dozen or so friends,
including a few girls, but no real girlfriend that I know of, yet. He’s a
great kid and thinks the world of me. There is respect in our relationship
though he is definitely a typical and challenging teen, at times!
I was in my den, towards the back side of our home, working on the computer
when, around 2:45, I heard Kevin opening the front door. He was returning
home from school and his bus drops him off a block or so from where we
live. I was deep into my work as I let him go about his routine and
without alerting him of my presence. Today’s routine included a stop at
the refrigerator for a snack and glass of juice. He then tromped up the
stairs to the bathroom he uses. Water was soon running for a shower. I
wrapped up what I was doing and headed upstairs to give him the news about
the soccer game we were going to attend that evening.
Kevin had finished his shower and returned to his bedroom as I climbed the
stairs. The door to his bedroom was halfway open. It occurred to me that
he certainly wasn’t aware that I was home. The hallway leading to the
bedrooms of our house is dark without a light on. By contrast, the sun was
shining through the slats of his window blinds in his bedroom. He was
wearing his wireless ear buds which I knew would mask the sound of my
presence. I was about to head into his room when I stopped short. There,
in full view, was my very naked son still drying himself off from his
shower. I decided to not barge in on him. However, I was more than
curious about how things were developing on his adolescent body so I stood
there, in the darkness of the hallway, and wondered what I might get to
see. And, wow, I was not to be disappointed!
Kevin’s bedroom has a nice full-length mirror mounted to the wall; the type
one uses to dress with. As soon as he finished drying off, he stood in
front of the mirror and struck several poses, showing off to the reflection
of himself his still developing muscles. Oh, and yes, Kevin had a nice
penis! It was elongated in its flaccid state and the tip hung below his
nut sack; not much different than my own in the same state of non-arousal.
I knew he was uncircumcised as his birth mother had decided to leave it
intact at birth. I was circumcised like most boys were when I was born so
it was hard to compare Kevin’s penis to mine.
Kevin’s enlarging adolescent nuts were hanging loose in a supple skinned
scrotum that was slightly redder than his normal skin tone. He was well
into his adolescence as evidenced by the well-developed pubic bush above
the base of his beautiful cock. I have to admit; it turned me on to see
him this way. I remember my own coming of age and how the feelings and the
sensations originating from my growing nuts and thickening penis always
fascinated me and gave me unpredictable boners and urges. What would
happen next instantly returned me to my own adolescent days of horny
wonder!
Kevin’s hazel eyes soon focused downward and I could tell he was becoming
engrossed with his nice cock. His hand was soon cupping his nuts and he
spent a few seconds alternatively cupping and yanking them. Sure enough,
his penis started to harden. His dark red, purplish, cock-head started to
poke out of its foreskin hood. He took his hand and slowly worked his
`skin back, totally exposing a nice smooth and shiny mushroom tip that
glistened in the light. Damn, Kevin’s penis was longer than mine at full
bone! He definitely inherited long penis genes from his birth parents.
I’m by no means small, but his 6-1/2 inches beats my 6 inches easy. His
cock had a nice slender shaft and a stiff upward curve that pointed it more
towards his head. He would turn from side to side in front of the mirror,
admiring his prized sexual equipment that he was enjoying in the mirror.
He began to play more with his cock by rolling his foreskin back as far as
it would go and then he pulled it out, over his swollen cock-head, as far
as it would stretch, which was impressive, also!
Kevin pranced about and made thrusting motions with his hips probably timed
with the beat of the music playing in his ears. I was going out of my mind
watching this. I had to unzip and let my own erection free of its
confines. He went over to his bed and lied down on his back with his legs
in a `spread-eagle’ position. He went to work on his cock by taking his
right hand, thumb and forefinger towards the root and started to stroke his
foreskin, unevenly at first; sliding back to expose his cock head and then
forward quickly. His left hand was also busy gently caressing his nut
sack. He had a tortured, serious expression on his face although I knew he
was enjoying what he was doing. He then stopped stroking and rested for a
few seconds before beginning again. Smart kid! He had figured out how to
delay his orgasm using the stop and go method! He knows how to slow things
down; the mark of a superior masturbator and lover!
The reader should know that when Kevin was much younger, really just a
toddler, I never embarrassed him when he would get an erection. It was
just something young boy penises do, at times. I taught him to love his
penis but there is a time and a place for playing with it and he was
taught, actually encouraged, that his bedroom was a safe place to play with
himself. Just as important, I was never embarrassed by the inevitable
questions and comments he had as a young boy when upon entering my bedroom
and awakening me in the morning, he would be pointing, teasing and smiling
at me with admiration when he noticed my usual wake-up erections.
Kevin was now masturbating, no different than I had done, as a kid. I was
very proud and pleased I was getting the chance to observe the show he was
unknowingly giving me. The joy I felt made me appreciate the fact Kevin
could now produce sperm from his own nuts that could someday make him a
great father.
Kevin began squirming and I loved how he moaned with each delightful thrust
into his hand tightly gripping his cock. His foreskin slipped over and
back, over and back, across his glistening cock-head. He had a copious
amount of pre-cum flowing. His hand was jerking with a solid rhythm. He
knows how to make love to himself and hopefully that will extend to a lucky
partner some day! He grabbed his tightening nuts with his free hand and
pulled. He then let out a muffled moan and, at once, his cum was flying!
The first shot landed beside his head on the pillow. After an agonizing
couple of seconds, he let loose with 4 or 5 more shots, this time in rapid
succession. The majority of his creamy ejaculate landed on his chest and
the last of it just dribbled out of his engorged tip and down over his
fingers which were now gently stroking what I knew was now a very sensitive
cock.
After a minute or two, the sexual bliss Kevin was in wore off and he took
some tissues to clean up his spermy mess. I decided this was a good time
to split and I left him to clean up. I moved quietly downstairs and out
the front door where I waited for a few minutes before re-entering and
announced that I was home.
“Kevin, I have a surprise for you,” as he comes downstairs to meet me.
He didn’t realize it, but his face was still blushed with the telltale
evidence of what he just did; just like mine gets after a great orgasm. I
loved how he acted as if nothing had just happened! I showed him the
tickets for the soccer game.
“Happy birthday, Kiddo!”
I won’t let him know what I saw. I love him too much and I remember how I
was as a horny teen. As we head off for the game, I begin look at him a
little differently because he is definitely becoming the man I was hoping
he would become.
“I love you, Son.”
“I love you, too, Dad. Thanks for taking me to the game.”
The End
