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The following experience was inspired by a 22-year-old reader of my TJ adult-youth writing (I list my other writings at the end of this posting). He wrote me nice encouraging Email, however lamented the fact he never had a close relation with his father. I wrote this, assuring the reader that if he were my adopted son, Kevin, he would have had that relationship with a caring, loving father which he had longed for.
KEVIN THINKS HE IS HOME ALONE
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."
END
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