George sat at his kitchen table sipping casually on a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. It was a Friday afternoon and the sun poured in through the windows,giving the room a warm glow. Sammy was up in his room with his friend Kyle, who was spending the evening over. Kyle had been spending a lot of time with Sammy lately, and George had to wonder if the two were up to something. He was fairly certain his son was into boys, based on the time he had seen Sammy's computer with pictures of nude boys on it, and while Kyle was three years younger George couldn't deny that the boy was cute. He had that kind of smile that makes older men long for the days of youth. And Sammy himself, well he took after his father with a handsome face and a thicker build suited for sports.
It occurred to George that the boys had been in Sammy's room for a while and hadn't made any sound. Curious, he made his way up the stairs quietly and sneaked towards his son's door. Silence. He crouched down and looked under the door, from which he could see one pair of legs dangling on the edge of the bed. From beyond the door he heard a light grunt and one of the legs twitched. Starting to breathe heavily himself, George lightly began to turn the doorknob, ever so slowly as to remain silent.
In one fluid motion, George swung the door open and stepped inside, placing an innocent grin on his face only to have it replaced with a look of shock as he saw what laid out before him. Sammy was sitting on his bed with his shirt off and his pants pulled down just enough to let out his pubescent cock, which was currently in Kyle's mouth. "B-boys!" George stammered as the three exchanged awkward, embarrassed glances.
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