Gary crept along the landing, past Mark, his Dad's bedroom door. Even though it was a Saturday night, Dad would still give him a hard time, if he realised that he was just getting in at two in the morning. Nineteen, he grumbled to himself, and still expected in before midnight.
Mark's room was lit by the bluish, ghostly light of the TV and Gary could hear his dad grunting. Gary tilted his head and peered around the edge of the door, taking care that he would not be seen. Mark was lying across the bed, naked, with his cock sticking out of his fist. He was hard and swollen, as he slowly stroked his thick cock. On the television screen, an older man was standing in front of a youth, with his cock thrust between the younger guy's lips.
The young guy on the video was swallowing the length of the older man's cock, then pulling his head back so that only the head remained in his mouth. Gary could see the bobbing of his Adam's apple, as the young guy swallowed the cock as it slid over the back of his tongue. Gary could feel the front of his jeans pressing against the bulge of his cock as it swelled in his boxers. He glanced at his Dad and saw him stroking an impressively hard erection. Mark's cock seemed to be even bigger than the guy's in the video and Gary wondered if he had ever had a blow job from a young guy. Gary watched Mark stroking and caressing his cock, the swollen head purple and shiny with the thin smear of his pre-cum glistening in the light of the TV screen.
Gary moved back from the doorway and carried on, down the landing, to his own room. Stripping out of his jeans and T-shirt he looked down at the bulge in his boxers, where his cock had swollen and was pushing at the soft cotton. He looked in the mirror on the back of his wardrobe door and saw his smooth nineteen-year-old body, slim but broad shouldered with a hefty bulge in his boxers. Pushing them down to his ankles, he let his cock spring free, pointing towards his chest, with his balls tight at the root. His balls were covered in peachy fuzz, and his cock was swollen and purple.
Taking his cock in his hand, Gary began to slowly stroke the swollen length, gliding his hand back and forth along the shaft, peeling the fold of his foreskin back so that the single eye winked at him in the mirror. Closing his eyes, he imagined the taste of a cock, just before it spurted a thick string of cum. He had licked his fingers clean after a good wank, but never before had he even thought about being with another guy or, specifically, a man his Dad's age. His hand moved faster, his fingers curling around the base of his shaft and gripping his cock firmly.
Gary did not realise that the sounds from his Dad's bedroom had tailed off. The video had wound to a finish and Mark could hear Gary's grunting and heavy breathing from down the landing. This time it was Gary who was being watched, as he stroked his rampant cock until it throbbed and his balls tightened. Stepping inside the room and pushing the door closed behind him, Mark moved closer, his cock jutting out in front of him, until he could reach out and grasp Gary's cock. Slowly, he curled his hand around his son's cock and began to run his fist back and forth, along the length of Gary's shaft. Gary's eyes flicked open and he looked down to see Mark's fist engulfing his cock and Mark's own cock jutting out from under the curve of his belly.
Gary groaned and reached out, grabbing his Dad's cock and stroking it. This was the first time he had touched anyone else's cock and he ran his hands over the shaft, feeling the hot blood filling it, and pressing his fingers against the swollen vein along the top. Mark's cock twitched in his hand and he closed the fingers to capture the hard rod in his fist, slowly stroking it and feeling the slippery bead of his pre-cum moistening the tip.
"Kneel down." Mark ordered Gary.
