Watching Young Lovers

Alan reached over for the lube and squeezed out a healthy wad of it. With a gentle touch, Alan spun a greased finger into Timmy's ass, causing Timmy to groan. A second finger followed, making Timmy groan even louder and more raggedly.

"You're awful tight, Timmy," Alan said as he tried to work the digits inside of Timmy.

"It's okay," Timmy said. "It's gonna be so good to feel that big cock inside of me."

Alan leaned back and took his fingers out of Timmy's lubed anus and started to lather up his cock, which had never looked harder of bigger. As my son greased his massive organ, the glistening of the lubricant made his manhood look even more threatening.

I was sweating like a pig, my cock now almost hard hard as my son's was, and now Alan was moving up right behind Timmy, who had his ass up high and his head down on the bedding.

Jealous. I was jealous of them both. Shamefully, not only did I want to be my son, as he brought the head of his cock up to Timmy's anus and prepared to try and penetrate him, in a perverse way I also was envious of Timmy.

Instead, I was masturbating on the other side of the wall. Alan was leaning forward, the strain on his face clear to see as he tried the squeeze the bulbous head of his member into that tiny orifice. Timmy was crying out, but while he sounded like he was sobbing, his body was leaning back into my son.

Then Alan's body lurched forward suddenly, not far, but judging by the loud scream that I would have heard loud and clear even without the baby monitor, I guessed that the flared ridge of my son's cock had popped inside of Timmy's anus.

"Don't stop," Timmy gasped.

Alan began making little thrusts of his hips, working a little bit more of his cock into his lover. He grabbed the lube and squirted some on the shaft of his cock before letting his cock venture deeper. It looked like he had about half of it in Timmy, who grunted with each little thrust but kept moving back into Alan.

Their bodies were wet, but with sweat now instead of water, and Alan started to move in and out of Timmy a little deeper and more forcefully.

"That's it," Timmy said. "Harder. Harder. I want it all."

Soon Alan was thrusting into Timmy with such force that the bed was shaking, and was now in so deep that the sound of their bodies slapping together was like thunder.

Gone was any fear that Timmy was going to break, and with that Alan became unrecognizable. He was crouched over Timmy like he was a predator devouring its prey, his bronze body all over his pale muscular lover as he thrust deep and hard.

He was in Timmy all the way now, with every deep probe drawing a grunt from Timmy along with a plea for him to go harder - go deeper. Alan was humping Timmy so hard that his nuts were flying around violently, impaling him with every inch of his manhood.

Suddenly Alan straightened up and let out of a loud bellow as his body spasmed. Timmy let out a series of gasps, perhaps from the sensation of my son's seed filling his bowels, while Alan groaned above him.

Then, Timmy sank to the bedding, with Alan riding down along with him.

"Leave it in Alan," Timmy asked and Alan complied, keeping his cock inside of his lover until it slithered out on its own.

"That was unreal," Alan said, kissing Timmy's back. "Are you okay?"

"Of course," Timmy replied, snuggling back into Alan, who started laughing.

"Did you cum again?" Alan asked, apparently having put his hand in a puddle of semen. "Or is from before we started?"

"That was when I came at the end, when you did."

"How can you do that? Doesn't the pain..."

"It only hurt in the beginning," Timmy said. "After that... well maybe it still hurts but it hurts good, if that makes any sense."

"You are incredible," Alan chuckled, moving Timmy onto his back and taking his tiny dick between his thumb and index finger. "How can you do that? Cum so often I mean."

"I dunno," Timmy replied. "Maybe to make up for how little it is."

"I love it," Alan said, tugging on Timmy's dick. "I could play with your cock all night."

"Fine by me," Timmy said, but added a warning. "Don't be surprised if I end up making more of a mess though. We're destroying this blanket."

"That's okay," Alan said, and looked down at the Timmy's dick, which seemed to be coming back to life. "What the?"

"Don't stop," Timmy grunted, and after Alan began jerking him off even harder, his toes curled and his body shivered.

Timmy's cock hadn't gotten erect yet, but that didn't seem to mater, as a few strings of cum flew out of his dick, accompanied by Alan's laughter.

"Insane," Alan said after letting go of Timmy's dick and bringing his cum-covered finger to his mouth and licking it off. "How many times can you cum in one night?"

"When we get close to my record, I'll let you know," Timmy said with a grin. "Hope your Dad didn't hear us. I think I must have gotten really loud."

"He's cool with that stuff," Alan said, and I smiled when she said that.

"I'd hate to have him get mad at me. He seems like a real cool guy," Timmy said. "Must be great to have a father like him."

"It is," Alan said, looking up at the peephole. "No way would he get mad at you, even if we happen to wake him up. He said that he liked you a lot. He doesn't say that about everybody."

I turned away from the peephole then, leaning against the wall and sighing. Alan was right. I didn't like some of the guys he brought around here. Timmy was one of the nice ones.

Too nice, I thought to myself. There were a couple of fellows Alan had been with that I wouldn't have minded being with myself, but none of them moved me like Timmy did. Timmy was different, and to my shame I realized that I wanted him.

I wanted to do everything to Timmy that my son had done. I wanted to suck on that beautiful dick, longed to experience his tight ass and wanted to savor the taste of his sweet cum so badly that I hated myself for even thinking of it.

I went to bed but sleep wouldn't come. I heard some noises on the other side of the wall and found myself going back to the peephole. The light was off, and the only illumination was the moonlight coming through the windows.

Even the shadows were erotic looking. It was Timmy's voice imploring my son to keep sucking his cock, and it was Alan's mouth making the slurping noises that had me stroking my cock again. I came just as Timmy did, even though my cock was sore from all of the stroking it had taken all night.

Back to bed I went, only to awaken a little later to more sounds from next door. I got up and went back to my station, and even though it was nearly dark I could tell what was going on. Alan was taking Timmy's ass again. I clicked off the baby monitor and went back to bed, my imagination replacing the audio as I slept fitfully until morning.

Epilogue:

I finally gave up trying to sleep and went out to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. I knew that the boys would probably be sleeping until noon, because they were still going at it when the sun was coming up.

The morning was warm and the tub looked inviting, so I took my mug of coffee and went out on the deck. I was wearing pajama bottoms, and while I usually didn't skinny dip, especially when Alan had company, I knew that there wasn't any chance of being caught out there at 6:30 in the morning.

So imagine my surprise when after shedding my pajama bottoms and setting my mug on the rail, I happened to glance toward the kitchen window and saw Timmy, and from his startled reaction when our eyes met, he had definitely seen me. All of me.

"Hi Tim!" I called out, settling down onto the tub after letting the lad get a long look through the screen. "Sorry about my lack of attire. Didn't think you boys would be up this early."

"Uh - couldn't sleep," Timmy said nervously. "Mind if I have a cup of coffee?"

"Help yourself," I said. "If you want to, you can hop in the tub with it."

"Uh, didn't bring any trunks," Tim said sheepishly, pulling on the sweats he was wearing.

I wanted to tell him that was okay, but decided to keep quiet. We exchanged some small talk, with Tim trying not to look at me in the tub, and when I finally got up and went back into the house he spun around and pretended to look at the bird feeder.

Back in the safety of my bedroom, I looked down at my cock, which was half hard. Thankfully I had managed to keep my state of arousal under control until I was safely out of sight. While I pondered what to do with my semi, I heard footsteps going past the door.

I clicked on the baby monitor and went back to the peephole, where I had spent so much time lately. Timmy's arrival in the room had woke up Alan, and as my son stretched Timmy offered to get him a cup of coffee, which Alan refused.

"Did you make the coffee or is my father awake?"

"He's awake," Timmy said. "I don't think he expected to see me. He was getting into the tub, naked."

"Really?" Alan said. "That's not like him."

"That's what he said," Timmy said. "He's got a great body for an older guy."

"I suppose."

"Don't take this wrong, but his cock might be bigger than yours," Timmy said with a giggle. "He's hung like a horse."

"Is that so?" Alan said with amusement. "Looks like I've got competition for your affection."

"I'm just playing with you," Timmy said with a laugh. "But if you ever dump me, maybe I'll give him a call."

"My father?"

"Sure, I like older guys," Timmy said. "My first time was with a older guy, and it was awesome. Way older than your Dad, and he was uncut like your pop too."

"Have you got a hard-on again?" Alan asked, looking at the little tent in Timmy's sweats.

"Can't help it," Timmy said. Looking at you laying there naked - what do you expect?"

"Bring it over here," Alan said with a sigh, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and getting into a sitting position while Timmy stood up and dropped his bottoms, his stem pointing straight out at my son.

"Yes sir," Timmy had, saluting and coming to attention in front of Alan.

"One thing first," Alan said, holding Timmy's dick in hand as he prepared to make it disappear into his mouth. "Did you get this boner from looking at me, or was it from looking at my Dad?"

"This is for the record," Timmy said, ignoring his question as he pulled Alan's face close to his dick. "Make it good for me."

Timmy came about a minute later, and as I watched I wondered what the answer to that question would have been, as well as wondering who he was thinking of as he came.

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