Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2010 19:05:04 -0600 From: email@example.com Subject: Don't Do That ***This work is complete fiction. None of the characters in this story are real. The events in this story have never happened. This whole thing is made up, but creatively. Please send me comments! I want to know what you liked or disliked! firstname.lastname@example.org*** ***My other stories, Kissing Along His Neck -- Posted 9-11-10 (gay/young-friends) Sweet Spot -- Posted 9-18-10 (gay/young-friends) Working on the sequel*** I wasn't sure what to do when I saw little Jake's groin mashing into the floor. I felt my pulse racing and the adrenaline was flowing with excitement. It was difficult to take my eyes off of the five year old boy to see if my older son Eric had noticed what was going on. Eric just sat on the couch, deep into his book. It was reading time and my youngest son Jake had been reading a kid's story book which he was now pressing his face into as he humped the carpet. I wondered how often Jake did this and whether it was something that my ex wife, Carrie, allowed. I divorced my wife when Eric was just a year old and Jake hadn't even been born yet. Eric was eleven years old and was my son, whereas Jake was a step son. I loved both of the boys, but it had been years since I got to spend a lot of time with them since they lived four states away. They get to stay the weekend with me in my house and it has been strange trying to be a parent, without knowing their habits and rules. For all I knew, Jake could hump all day and it was alright. I thought that I would be able to resist trouble this weekend. I thought that I could behave myself around these kids. But I couldn't take my eyes off of Jake's little body on the floor that was engrossed in all of the adult body movements of intercourse with my beige carpet. I know that my eyes were bulging as I stared at the pair or gray sweat pants and briefs that started sliding down as he moved around. The waist band of his clothes were low enough that I could see his little butt crack. I could see the baby fat on Jake's sides as his navy blue shirt slid up and that's when I felt my dick stiffen completely. I wondered how far I could take things this weekend without getting in trouble. I remembered a time when Carrie and I were still married and we talked about raising our kids to understand sex and not be afraid. I even found my wife experimenting with Eric's little boner when he was only a year old. It was all innocent fun and Eric seemed to enjoy it. I wondered how open, Carrie would be is I touched one of the kids now that it was 10 years later. It seemed torture to keep watching the boys run around in their undies without being able to do anything. I felt like my wife knew who I was early on, even though we never talked about it in so many words. I knew that she enjoyed pleasuring our son before he could talk and she knew that I rubbed a lot of baby oil on Eric when he was three. The only thing that was really stopping me was that I knew Carrie had gone through a strict religious phase and I wondered if she was over it yet. I remember Carrie snapping at me for the slightest hint of anything sexual. I felt my dick flex against my own sweat pants as I watched Jake rolling his hips against the carpet to get in a good grind. He was letting out the hottest little grunts that I had ever heard and I found myself jealous of my own carpeted floor. I wondered what it would be like to have him grind into my own crotch with such vigor. "Jake!" Eric said, looking up from his book, "Don't do that. You know Mom doesn't like it." That answered my question and I watched as Jake stopped, his butt clenched and in mid hump. He was completely still as if waiting for something. Next, Jake breathed a sigh and picked his head off of his book and went back to reading. I was immediately pissed that my ex wife was making the kids stop doing something that was innocent and felt good. I couldn't imagine how putting a stop to masturbating would fuck up their sexual childhood. "There's nothing wrong with it, you know?" I said to Eric. Eric lowered his book, "Mom says if we rub our dicks, they'll turn out deformed." I let out an audible laugh, remembering that his mother was the same woman who would give high speed jack offs in parking lots at the drop of a hat. I recalled many occasions when she rubbed me fast while speed fingering herself at the same time. I knew that this had to be her religion talking. "Son," I said to Eric, "I have been rubbing my own dick since I was eight and I'm fine." Eric appeared stunned as he listened to me. His eyes widened and he glanced at my crotch briefly, then looked away. I tried not to smile, knowing that he had seen the growth in my pants. Eric was still looking away from me, letting his eyes wander at the carpet. "You're really okay Dad?" He asked. I smiled and laughed a little bit. "Your mom is just freaked out that you're going to turn into one of those perverts who rapes cats or something. And I'm pretty sure that your grandma and her church made your mom think that." "Oh." Eric said. As his eyes studied my beige carpet, I could see doubt on his face. I hoped that I wasn't messing up the trust that he had with his mom but in this case I had to say something. Every boy in the world should be able to jack off as much as they wanted without feeling so scared. "So, feel free to hump and rub your dicks as much as possible." I added, watching Eric's expression, which was hard to read. "Doesn't it feel good?" I asked, but Eric didn't answer. I glanced back to the floor, seeing that Jake had turned to listen to what I was saying. Jake's eyes wandered from me to Eric, then back again. I was pretty sure that anything Eric said, was the law and he was waiting for Eric to confirm what I was saying. "It felt good when you were doing it, right Jake?" I asked. Jake nodded a slow, yes, but he still kept his eyes on Eric's blank expression. "See?" I asked Eric, "Jake was having fun and it looked like it felt awesome." Eric straightened up on the sofa a little more. He looked at me and shrugged his shoulders saying, "It's kind of fun to watch him some times." I couldn't stop the surprised look from taking over my face. "Really?" I asked, in a much higher tone than expected. Eric nodded, saying, "He kind of gets into it sometimes." His face blushed a light red and he added, "It's neat." "There's nothing wrong with wanting to watch him." I said, in the most fatherly and supportive voice that I could conjure. "Let's watch him." I added. Eric's face looked surprised again. His eyes opened wide and he stared at me, making sure that I really said it. I looked to Jake, who was still laying on his stomach with his reading book on the carpet. "Go ahead, Jake," I said, "Make yourself feel good." Little Jake stared at me for a second then looked to Eric. He seemed to be waiting for some form of approval from his older brother. "It's okay Jake." Eric said, "Go ahead." He said very carefully, "Hug Mr. Biggles." The last part was almost a whisper. I watched Jake briefly nod his head in response. He glanced at me quickly, then looked down at the floor, as if he was examining a small bug in the carpet. I wondered what the little guy was doing when he slowly scrunched his eyes closed. I didn't think that such a young boy had it in him, but I saw his hips very slowly, rolling forward against the carpet. Jake was pressing extra hard and the emotion on his face was ecstasy that I have only seen on adults. I closed my mouth from gaping open like an idiot, then licked my lips to speak, "Who the hell is Mr. Biggles?" I asked aloud. Eric was slouched a bit more on the couch, with eyes fixed on Jake's writhing body on the floor. Eric gulped before speaking, "It's his teddy bear on his bed." He breathed a few labored breaths, but never took his eyes off of Jake. "All I gotta say is 'Hug Mr. Biggles' and he'll do this." "Whoa." I breathed. Eric nodded slowly saying, "He rapes that bear every night." I noticed a tent pole poking up in Eric's sweat pants and saw the tree trunk that was raising my own sweats to evergreen height. I couldn't believe how sensual my five year old step son was being with the floor. With every slow push into the carpet, Jake was letting a soft little boy whimper escape. It made the entire situation even hotter. My hand automatically went to my hard dick, rubbing it along with the slow movements of Jake's pelvis. I was flicking below the head of my dick with my thumb and fore finger. This was an obvious motion, letting my other son know that I was playing with my dick. I wanted Eric to see that since his dad was making himself feel good then so could he. Eric was probably afraid or too self conscious to start rubbing himself, but I hoped that as he got more turned on, I would get to see his little dick. Speed was picking up on Jake's humping, but he wasn't using any less force against the carpet that I now envied. As he worked harder against the floor, Jake's whimpers turned into grunts and some were almost like barely audible whispers. I stopped being coy about jacking my dick and began rubbing my hand along the length against the material of my shorts. It was obvious that I was jacking off and not really caring how obvious. I looked directly at Eric's slouched body on the couch, unchanged, but with a clear erection. I thrust my hips upward a little while watching my oldest son and hoping that his eyes would look my motions for just a second. Eric wouldn't move, he only stared at Jake's thrusting body. I saw that Jake had quickly gone from humping to slamming his front side onto the floor. I was glad that I lived on my own and in a house where the neighbors were at a good distance. My five year old's hammering against the floor, could be heard through out the house and I was loving the grunting squeals that were coming from his strained face. I looked and saw that Eric hadn't moved at all and I wondered how he could do it. I decided to go for it and pulled the elastic band on both my briefs and sweats. My dick was poking up and completely visible for both of my sons to see. That's what did it. I saw Eric's eyes, dart to my crotch and his eyes opened wider as he watched me take my dick in my hand to rub it as sensually as Jake was humping the floor. It was a complete turn on knowing that Eric was watching me pleasure myself. His vision was fixed on me now. I turned to look at Jake's little body on the floor. The kid looked like he was having a full body convulsion that made him wiggle and mash his pelvis into the ground. His grunts and squeaks were becoming small cries of words that I didn't understand. His whole body suddenly tensed against the floor and I saw Jake shaking his head slightly and letting out a noises like he was crying. He was saying something that seemed like he was throwing a tantrum, but he was still fucking against the floor. I wanted to get up and comfort him, but a bigger part of me wanted to stay and keep jacking because I knew that Jake was just having an orgasm, in his own way. I almost came as I watched Jake's body hump slower and slower against the carpet, but I stopped myself. I turned back to look at Eric, who still had his eyes on me. I had my hands off of my dick, but only inches away as I waited for the coming orgasm to go away. When the feeling passed, I grabbed my dick again and pumped it hard again. "Eric," I grunted and begged at the same time, "Take out your dick and jack off." I was surprised as I watched Eric keep looking at me while slowly shaking his head to say no. My eyes went to his hard dick and I just knew that he had to be dying to touch his own penis. I went back to Jake who was still and breathing against the floor. "Come here Jake." I said. Jake's head of golden hair was a mess from where it rubbed against the carpet. The static from the fibers in the floor made some hairs stick up and he looked absolutely exhausted. He propped himself up on an elbow and I knew he wanted to go to sleep. "Just come up here Jake." I asked, "You can lay down up here in a minute." I patted the cushion next to me and Jake labored to get moving and crawl to the couch. I moved things along by picking the little guy up and lifting him onto the couch right next to me. He sat on his legs facing me, with wide eyes as he saw my dick up close. "You like Daddy's dick?" I asked, in desperate breaths. Jake nodded his head, and I jacked off in front of him furiously. I stopped again, keeping my dick from cumming. When the orgasm went away, I looked at Jake and said, "Pull your pants down, I want to see it." Jake didn't hesitate. He pulled his shirt up and yanked his shorts down. I got a sweet view and scent of his still hard little uncut dick. His tiny little member was pulsing with the beat of his heart. I couldn't help myself as I reached over and held his little dick between my finger and thumb. Jake gasped and shuddered as I held onto him. I was careful, knowing that he had just cum and would be sensitive. I very carefully gripped a bit harder and pulled at the hood that covered the head of his dick. Jake gasped again and leaned forward and into me a bit. I kept pulling gently at his soft skin and loved the way he shuddered into me with every bit of the tiniest tug. I looked and saw that Eric still hadn't moved at all. I began rolling Jake's dick in my fingers, bunching at the skin and playing with it. As I played with Jake, I jacked myself and asked Eric, "Please jack off with me?" "He won't do it." Jake said, surprising me. "Why not?" I asked. Jake gripped my hand tight onto his dick, stopping my movements. "Cause mom told him not to touch his wiener." Jake said. "I'm your father." I demanded, looking at Eric. "I say its okay to make yourself feel good." "He is." Jake said, still gripping and holding my hand still. "He does it without touching." As I stared at my oldest son, I saw the slightest hip movement. If I wasn't looking for it, I wouldn't have seen it at all. He was masturbating without physical stimulation. I had seen videos of people doing hands-free orgasms but they usually used their hands to get to orgasm. This was completely hands-free. I wasn't sure whether to be angry at my wife's insisting that he not touch himself, or turned on because my son could jack off without being noticed. "Is that true Eric?" I asked, "Have you been making yourself feel good this whole time?" Eric smiled slightly, yet kept his blank stare. I took my hand off of Jake's sensitive dick and moved to sit next to Eric. I looked at his little hard on, barely moving in his sweats. "Can you do it without the sweat pants?" I asked. Eric nodded slowly and I didn't ask, I just pulled his sweat pants and undies down. Eric didn't resist, he moved his hips up to let the clothing slide off easily. I let out a small gasp as I saw a penis that I hadn't seen since he was a little three year old. The memory of a coconut smell came to mind as I recalled rubbing lube on his three year old erection. My dick twitched at the memory. My face was only inches from Eric's uncut and twitching three inch hard on. My instinct was to reach out and touch it, but I felt Eric's hand on mine, stopping me. His hairless crotch was everything that I had dreamed of over the years. His ball sack moved and changed on its own, pressing against Eric's dick, waiting to cum. His sheath covered missile humped upward more now, penetrating nothing over and over again. I wanted to touch my son's sick so bad. I wanted to put my finger in the pucker of his foreskin and rub the head. I wanted to watch my boy squirm as I slowly pulled his skin down to reveal a deep red tip that I could suckle on. I was ravenous for contact with my boy's dick! But he wouldn't let me, every hand movement to touch, was countered by a block, the whole time, his hips were thrusting his pointing dick upward to fuck the air. He humped faster and faster and I gave up trying to touch. I just sat there and watched my boy air-fuck with speed. I grabbed a hold of my own dick, and began pumping at my shaft while I got more turned on by Eric's humping body. It was one thing to watch a boy hump the ground, but it was something else to see how the pelvis reacted without contact. One of Eric's hands was still on my arm from when he had tried to block my touch. I moved his hand onto my hard on. He didn't fight me on this, but gripped my boner harder. I began humping into his hand, which he labored to keep at an even height so it felt like I was fucking his hand. "That's good son!" I grunted. I humped faster, noticing that his hip thrusts were matching mine. I couldn't touch his dick, but I placed a hand on his smooth inner thigh, and I rubbed. "Please keep your hand there!" I begged as my dick became the hardest and I felt the grip of my son's small and soft hand squeeze electric joy against my dick skin. The jets of cum flew up and all over and I felt even more joy as I noticed Eric's hand grip me as tight as possible as I pumped. I felt my body hunch forward with every jolt of pleasure that rushed through me. Eric kept his fist gripped onto me through every straight jet of hot cum that shot and poured out of me. The experience was even better when I noticed that Jake had scooted closer and was watching. Jake's wide eyes went back and forth between my gushing dick and Eric's humping pelvis. I heard My older son release a quiet whimper and felt his legs tense against my hand. "Dad." Eric groaned, getting my attention. He was humping his butt off of the couch over and over. I watched as Eric's dick began moving all over like it was being flicked in different directions by an unseen hand. He grunted and thrust upward with every wave. I saw his dick's muscles working feverishly to pump out hot semen that he was too young to produce. I loved the pained expression of ecstasy that gripped my son's face as he hummed moans through his orgasm. I felt every one of my son's hand pumps on my dick that were exact with his own thrusts and body jolts. I took joy in the way my son's smooth thighs opened and closed against my hand. I was amazed at how my son made our touching, part of his orgasm. I loved my son on a new level now. Cum was oozing out of my dick, more slowly but Eric's hand still gripped it. I watched Eric's pelvic convulsions repeatedly move upward, slowing down a bit. He still hadn't touched his dick and I couldn't imagine going through all that without any contact. I relaxed against the couch, catching my breath. My view was of Jake's little face, still watching and Eric's young body still jolting and shivering from the remaining waves of his orgasm. This is what I wanted even before the boys came to stay here and I was living the fantasy. My hand softly massaged Eric's inner thigh and I let my forearm rub against his balls a bit. I watched his little boner twitch on its own, still calming down from a huge orgasm. "Dad?" Eric asked. "Yeah?" I replied. I felt Eric's hand squeeze on my dick a little as he asked, "Do you like touching me?" "Yes I do, son." I said, working my hand against his silky smooth thigh. I moved my arm more towards him, allowing it to brush against his dick. Eric closed his eyes in response to my stimulation. "Me too." He said. Both boys fell asleep on either side of me on the couch. I removed Eric's hand from my dick and got up to clean myself off. After cleaning up, I carried both boys upstairs to my bed. Normally they would sleep in the guest room, but tonight they were mine. I undressed their tired little bodies until they were naked and kissed each boy on the cheek. I climbed in and snuggled my naked skin next to their soft young figures and fell into a deep and restful sleep.