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my sonA few weeks back, I had decided to take the day off to catch up on somechores around the house. It was also close to my son’s birthday and I hadpurchased some tickets for him and I to go to a baseball game that evening.My son is growing fast; his height is now 5’9, a full six inches tallerthan a year ago. He has beautiful sandy blond hair that he keeps short onthe sides but long on top. His voice is starting to crackle and hissideburns are showing a little more thickness and color than your typicalboy `peach fuzz.’ He excels at baseball and soccer and loves hisskateboard. He wears baggy pants a lot of the time and has that cute boylook that the girls love. He has lots of friends, including a few girls,but no real girlfriend, yet. He’s a great k** and still thinks the worldof me, even though he is a typical teen!I was down in my shop when, around 2:45, I heard my son opening the frontdoor upstairs. He was returning home from school and his bus drops him offa block or so from where we live. I didn’t pay too much attention to himsince I was busy doing some reading for an upcoming project. His growingbody tromped up the stairs and I could tell he was headed for his room. Hesoon had a CD playing louder than it should have been and water was runningfor the shower he was always taking these days. It dawned on me that thiswas probably the reason our water and gas bills had increased so over thepast few months. I wrapped up what I was doing and headed upstairs to givehim the news about the game we were going to tonight.The door to his room was open and it then occurred to me that he wasn’taware that I was home. The hallway leading to the bedrooms of our house isdark without a light on. His booming stereo masked any sound of mypresence. I was about to head into his room when I stopped short. There,in full view, was my naked son, still drying himself off from his shower.I kaçak iddaa respect his privacy so I decided to not barge in on him but I was morethan curious about how things were developing on his still boyish buttransitioning body. I stood there in the shadows and wondered what kind ofshow I would get to see. I was not to be disappointed!My son’s room has a nice full-length mirror, the type you use to dresswith. As soon as he finished drying off, he stood in front of the mirrorand struck several `Mr. Universe’ type poses, showing off to himself hisstill developing muscles. Oh yes, I had to admire his penis. It was along hanger in its flaccid state, not much different than mine. My wifeand I decided to leave it intact at birth so it was hard to compare it tomine, though. My parents, in collusion with my pediatrician, had memutilated, like most boys born in 1958. This was something I was not goingto put my son through. If he wanted to be cut, he would be the one todecide. His enlarging nuts were hanging loose in a supple skinned scrotum,still hairless. He was becoming a man as evidenced by the darkening pubicbrush beginning to grow above the base of his beautiful package. I have toadmit it kind of turned me on to see him this way. I remember withfascination my own coming of age and how the feelings and the sensationsoriginating from my growing testes and thickening penis turned me on. Whathappened next made me down right hard.His hazel eyes soon focused downward and I could tell he was becomingengrossed with that nice cock of his. His hand was soon cupping his nutsand he spent a few seconds alternatively cupping and yanking them. Sureenough, I could see the first signs of his penis hardening. It bobbed withhis heartbeat and soon he was flexing it, filling it with more of hisboiling-hot teen blood. His dark red, almost purple, cock-head started topoke out of tipobet güvenilir mi its foreskin `shell.’ He took his hand and slowly worked hisforeskin back, totally exposing a nice mushroom, just like mine. Damn, ifhis penis wasn’t longer than mine erect! He must have inherited the longpenis genes from his mother’s side of the family. I’m by no means small,but his 6 and 1/2 inches beats my 6″ easy. It had a nice slender shaft anda stiff upward curve that pointed it more towards his head than mine did.He would turn from side to side admiring his prize package reflecting backto him from the mirror. He experimented by rolling his foreskin back asfar as it would go and then pulling it out and over his swollen cock-head.He pranced and made thrusting motions with his hips all timed with the beatof the music playing from his stereo. I was going out of my mind watchingthis. I had to unzip and let things out.He went over to his bed and laid down on his back, legs `spread eagle.’ Hewent to work on his teen pride by taking his right hand, thumb andforefinger towards the root and started to stroke, unevenly at first. Hisleft hand was busy caressing the family jewels. He let out several sighsand rested for a few seconds before beginning again. Smart k**, he knowshow to delay his orgasm. He knows how to slow things down, the mark of asuperior masturbater and I knew then he must have been practicing this forsome time.When he was much younger, my wife and I never embarrassed him when he wouldget an erection. We taught him to love his penis but there is a time and aplace for `playing.’ We encouraged and allowed him to get naked in hisroom by himself with the door closed. I was never embarrassed by theinevitable questions he had as a toddler when waking me up on weekendmornings and pointing and smiling with admiration at my morning `hard-on.’My son was tipobet giriş doing nothing different than I had done as a k** and I wasextremely proud and pleased I was getting the chance to observe the show hewas unknowingly giving me. The joy I felt boiling up from my own nuts mademe appreciate the fact that the c***d I produced along with my wife, my ownflesh and blood, was now ready to produce c***dren of his own.He was squirming now and I loved how he moaned with each delightful thrustof his hand. His foreskin slipped over and back, over and back, across hisglistening cock-head. He had a copious amount of precum flowing by now.His hand was jerking to the solid beat of the music,stroke-stroke-stroke-stroke, and one-two-three-four. The k** knows how tobe erotic! He is going to make a future partner very happy sexually. Hegrabs his tightening nuts and pulls. He lets out a muffled scream and thecum is flying! The first contraction produces a shot that lands beside hishead on the pillow. After an agonizing (for him and me) couple of seconds,he lets loose with more shots, this time in rapid succession, the majorityof the creamy, white stuff landing on his hairless chest, the last of itdribbling out and filling the depression of his navel.After a minute or two, the afterglow wears off and he is looking for thebox of tissues to clean up. I decide this is a good time to split and Ileave him to clean up. I move quietly downstairs and out the front doorwhere I wait for a few minutes before re-entering and announcing that `I’mhome.’ I call out his name and he comes downstairs to meet me. He doesn’trealize it, but his face is still blushed with the telltale evidence ofwhat he just did, just like mine gets after a good orgasm. I love how heacted as if nothing has just happened! I show him the tickets.”Happy Birthday, k**do.”I won’t let him know what I saw, at least not for now. I love him too muchand I remember how I was as a horny teen. As we head off for the game, Ibegin look at him a little differently, one of respect because he isbecoming the man I was hoping he would become.”I love you, son.””I love you, too, dad. Thanks.”

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