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I felt my own little piece thicken as I watched him. My heart was racing and I was scared but it was something I’d never seen before.
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When he soaped up and started to wash his groin, his dick slowly filled up. In the shower I watched him openly, unable to hide my curiosity.
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I was nervous to shower in front of him, changing then was scary enough, but I was curious about his body and didn’t know how to say no to his authority. He motioned to a sign and said that I had to shower before I could go in the park. I was looking at him a lot as I striped off my own clothes. He looked a lot like my father, from the top of his head to the thick uncut piece hanging from his dark bush. I went into the changing room there and was alone with a dark haired well built man. I’d gone with my mom and some of her friends. It was a cold day, the place was mostly dead. I was around my son’s age, and was at a waterpark. Besides my own and my son’s, I’d only ever touched one other cock in my life. I went from vaguely thinking of him to thinking of his cock in my hand, to thinking of what it would be like to suck him.Īnd I was thinking of what it would be like for him. My thoughts kept going back to my son, and I found myself able to deny them less and less. I found myself getting hard randomly throughout the day, and jerked off a every chance I got. The next few days I was as horny as a teenager again. Heart pounding and head spinning I came in a few tugs, my jizz squirting in my boxers, dripping into my pubes. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, and when I was confident he was asleep again. Tonight it stayed hard, having his warm body in my arms, thinking that earlier that day I’d felt the little guys dick, I was so charged up I didn’t know what to do with myself. It wasn’t the first time he’d come in interrupting me, but normally the shock of nearly getting caught would get my hard on down. He told me he had a bad dream, and I told him to crawl up in bed. Levi waddled into the room and I stopped stroking abruptly. The way his hoodie bunched up at the tip.
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He was so hard, the soft skin of his little dick sliding along his stiffness. That night before bed I jerked off, trying not to think of how it felt. I distractedly rushed him through the rest of the bath. I told myself that was all I was doing, I hadn’t stroked it for more than five seconds, but my head swam and my pants tightened. I saw he had a little hard on beneath the water, I was washing his body, and as smooth as if I was washing anywhere else I slipped my hand beneath the water and “washed” his little rod. The day it all changed I was giving him his bath. I kept turning away from it, but it was there. I got out of bed quickly and never said anything about it to him.īut the thought of his hard on in my hand kept bugging at me. I was pretty much immediately disgusted with myself. One morning, and it wasn’t any different from the others really, but when I reached over to check him and felt him sporting a little hard on, I squeezed it. Some part of me thought I should probably just ask him, but he wouldn’t always tell me honestly if he’d wet the bed or not. And some mornings, when he was sporting a little pup tent. I’d check him every morning, pat his crotch to see if he was wet. He was a bedwetter- at ten it didn’t worry me too much, and I didn’t mind have to wash the bedding a few times a week. It was hard for me to say no- I had slept with my parents a lot, even when we got a house big enough to have our own rooms. Most nights he’d sleep in my bed, Levi had his own room but would get scared easy. Sometimes the thought would pass through my head but I’d push it out as quickly as it popped up.īut the thoughts about my son became harder to push away. I could say it happened suddenly, but that's not quite right. As always please consider donating to nifty to keep this unique platform for sharing stories going. Please consider all characters in this story as being portrayed by legal age actors.