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"No," I said. "I don't think so."

He looked around my room from the doorway for a few minutes and also could not see any. While he looked, I noticed that a hole in his towel was affording me another look at a portion of the shaft and head of his perfect cock. I tried not to stare but couldn't help myself. I didn't know if I was ever going to see it again and wanted to look as long as I could. I thought how the thin, worn fabric of the towel was the only thing keeping me from seeing all of him again and, though I could see the outline of his bulge through the towel and the glimpse of his beautiful manhood. I was so eager to see him again that I secretly hoped that the ragged towel would give way and drop to the floor.

"What are you reading?" he asked me, either not noticing or caring that I was staring at his crotch so intently.

“Nothing, just something for school," I answered, with typical 18 year old attitude, but in fact I was preparing my new gay site for daddies and sons, called etorotribe.com.

I wanted to engage him in conversation so he would stay longer but he just smiled and left me alone again with my thoughts. As he turned away and walked toward his room he pulled the towel off and I could see his manly, naked ass lightly dusted with thin black hairs, the full mounds of flesh rising and falling as he walked into the doorway of his room. He put the towel around his neck, turned around, looked at me and closed the door slowly allowing me one more distant vision of his naked body.

As I saw him my own cock slipped through the hole in my pajamas, hard with the pleasure of the experience and straining for relief. I allowed it to be free, pointing toward the man who had coaxed it to life. I wondered why he closed his door since he almost never did that before. Was he embarrassed that I had seen him naked or was he in there doing what I wanted to do to myself? I imagined him laying on his bed rubbing his hand up and down the shaft of his perfect cock, regarding it with pride as he stroked the thick shaft up to the plump pinkish head now wet with pre cum. If I looked like him, I thought, I would touch my cock whenever I could. I would get hard if I ever saw myself in the mirror and want to enjoy the feeling of my cock growing in my hand.

I imagined what it would feel like to touch such a large cock. I imagined what it would feel like to lick the soft skin with my tongue as it became harder and harder with excitement. I could, I thought, put a cock head like that into my mouth and savor the taste of it forever. I imagined what something so beautiful would taste like as I allowed my own hand to feel the soft skin of my own throbbing young cock. I kept my eyes on his door half hoping and half fearing that he would open it as I allowed myself to masturbate to the thought of him.

It didn't feel wrong or dirty or unusual to me that his cock made me so hard. It just felt good. As I laid there on my side, slowly stroking my rigid cock I imagined he was in his room doing the same thing. I imagined that he was thinking of me watching him while he stroked his perfect cock until he came.

As my own body shuttered with climax, I heard a soft moan from his room. I imagined the stream of cum erupting from his thick cock head, running down the soft skin of his shaft and hand as my own cock spurt forth the largest flow of cum I had ever had. It landed on my sheets and on my hand and I was exhausted with pleasure and lost in my thoughts.

After a few moments I pushed my cock back through the hole in my pajamas and got up to go to the linen closet to get a wash cloth. As I opened the door to the closet he opened the door to his room. He was wearing just a robe, untied in the front and he stood next to me looking somewhat confused. He reached in and grabbed two wash cloths and handed one to me. As he stood before me I could see a drop of cum dripping from his cock head but fought the urge to wipe it up for him. My own cock began to grow hard again as I thanked him for the washcloth. He closed his robe and the door to the closet.

"Good night, Matt" he said.

"Good night, Dad" I replied.