Zeke

With my oldest son Luke spending most of his time interacting with his college friends, and me being busy with my job, my youngest son Zeke tended to have the house to himself for a few hours after school.

One day I happened to get home from work an hour earlier than usual. Zeke was sitting at the computer when I walked in the door and he seemed to have a weird look on his face when he saw me.

I didn't have the best day and was really annoyed that Zeke hadn't taken out the garbage like I had asked him to three times already. I asked him again and he said he'd do it later. I wasn't accepting that and snapped at him to do it now.

He got up from the computer and stomped angrily into the kitchen and began collecting the garbage to take out.

I sat down at the computer. I decided to snoop at my son's browsing history. To my surprise when I opened up the browser the history included a bunch of searching for videos including "gay ****", "dad son naked", "dad son jerking together", "son caught by dad".

I was shocked that my son was looking at and interested in that kind of thing. It also explained why he didn't want to leave the computer to take out the garbage at this moment.

I loved my sons, and while I never had sexual thoughts about them before, I had been recently having homosexual thoughts and the current hardness coming from my crotch thinking about my son being interested in possibly having sexual fantasies about me made me think about making those fantasies come true.

I left the browser window open so when Zeke came back to the computer he would know that I knew what he was looking at, then I went to my bedroom, leaving my door open just a bit, then I stripped all my clothes off and climbed into my bed, started to stroke my hard throbbing dick, and I waited.

I heard Zeke come back inside. I continued to jerk myself off. I tried not to look towards my bedroom door. I faintly heard Zeke say "oh shit" from the office. I heard him make his way down the hall. Then there was silence.

After a while I glanced towards my door. I could see Zeke standing there watching me through the crack in the door. He wasn't looking at my face, so he didn't know I knew he was there.

I continued stroking my shaft for the viewing pleasure of my youngest son. Based on his movements I was sure he was rubbing his dick through his pants outside my bedroom door.

Eventually I shifted enough to **** Zeke to look up towards my face, and our eyes met. He quickly shifted away from my bedroom door, but I called out his name, telling him I knew he was there and requested he come into my room at once.

I kept my hand on my dick as Zeke sheepishly entered my bedroom. He kept the bulge in his pants covered with his hands and avoided looking at me. I told him I had seen what he was looking at on the computer. He tried to make up an weak explanation, but I cut him off.

I told him I didn't care what he was looking at. I told him I loved him anyway, and that if he really wanted to experiment with that kind of stuff with me I was allow it, as long as he promised to keep it a secret.

For the first time since he entered my bedroom he looked up at me. "Really?" He said. When I patted the bed next to me he smiled a big smile then quickly removed his clothes.

It's not that I haven't recently seen my son naked. We are a house of guys only and we don't always wear a towel between the shower and getting to the bedroom to get some clothes, but they were always just brief glances with no thoughts about it. Now I was seeing my youngest son in all his glory for a greater amount of time, and the first time seeing him naked with an erection.

Precum dripped out of his tip onto my bedroom floor. He began stroking himself off for me, as I continued doing for him. After a while he climbed into the bed next to me and we stroked ourselves off side by side.

We matched each other with our hands, stroking ourselves off at varying speeds, rolling our balls around or flicking our perky nipples with our free hand for extra pleasure.

Finally Zeke proclaims he is going to cum, and he shoots his load all over his belly. He watches me as I shoot for him right after. I have a bit more range and I coat my chest with my massive creamy load.

Zeke rests his head on my arm. We sit in my bed and catch our breaths. "I'm glad we did this," Zeke says to me. "Can we do it again soon?"

"Soon," I say. "But for now we should probably get cleaned up before your brother gets home." We get up and jump in the shower together.