Spying on Dennis

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
Artwork (c) 2002 by Voyeur

Illustration of Spying on Dennis

Mind you, I never intended to spy on Dennis that day. Dennis has been working the night shift ever since his wife died so that he is home during the day when I get home from classes at my university. He's always still sleeping at the time I get home, so I have the job of keeping quiet for an hour or so until he wakes up. Dennis and I do okay, even without his wife around to help out like she was back when I moved into their spare room two years ago. She'd died about four months ago, and now the only real evidence of her are the pictures that Dennis keeps in an album in a drawer in the living room. He can look at them any time he wants to that way, he says, but Dennis doesn't like looking at the pictures. They make him too sad, he says.

But I'm not telling you about the day I spied on Dennis by accident. See, I normally walk inside each afternoon by the front door. Dennis's bedroom is just the other side of the living room wall, he normally hears me come in, and often enough will go ahead and get up and see how my day has been. Not that day.

My key also unlocks the back door of our house. I was an hour early coming home that day, too, because of a broken broiler at the university (I think that's what they called it, it heated the entire building at the school...so why don't they call it a "heater" instead of a "broiler?"). When I got home, I saw a Frisbee I'd lost. I'd tossed the Frisbee over the weekend and thought I'd lost it, but I got home from school and noticed it stuck in the tree in our front yard. I don't know how it got there (I'd been playing with it in the back yard and tossed it into the alley, but couldn't find it there when I went looking; maybe some neighbor kids had caught it and played with it and stuck it in the tree after. Anyway, I was able to toss some rocks up into the tree and the second one I threw knocked it out and it fell onto the ground. So I went into the side gate into our back yard so I could leave the Frisbee back there, then went inside through the back door instead of the front.

So inside, I decided to see if Dennis was awake. I didn't want to wake him up if he was sleeping, but if he was awake, I was going to say hello and such. I stepped into the living room and then the hallway and Dennis's door was open. I only intended to look in and see if he was awake, I swear.

But Dennis was awake, all right. He was lying on his bed, on top of his covers, bare naked. That was worth me sneaking a look at, all by itself. Dennis usually has his covers on and won't uncover himself when I come in on him. So I was getting a rare look at him. Dennis is a big, rough, powerful man, his arms are the kind I'd like to have someday, all thick and strong and bulging with muscle. His chest was so much bigger than his waist, he had muscles there, too, that ran in pairs from his breasts down his stomach to his navel. Below that, a final triangular pair were divided by hair that was thick enough on his chest and scattered on his ribs, but at the navel, they made a single small line that got quickly thicker. His legs were broad barrel-shapes above the knee, below they were like a pair of chicken drumsticks only a lot bigger.

All this I had seen every now and then, when he would wear swimtrunks or something. What was new to me, and worth spying on, was the space between his legs and his navel, that he usually kept covered up by underwear or shorts. Not now. Dennis was naked! I was seeing things I'd never seen before!

He had a lot more hair on his lower stomach, down where his legs met his body. It was thick, dark brown (Dennis' hair was much lighter brown), and all coiled up and springy-looking. Like the hair on a black man, only a lot more disorganized and tangled up. But that wasn't what I was looking at. Dennis had his hand down there and it was wrapped about his weiner! I figured Dennis had a wiener like mine, only this was nothing at all like mine! Mine's a bit on the small side, and while it does feel as good when I play with it as any cock does, it's all I can do to put my fingers around it when I jerk off. Dennis's was bigger...a lot bigger!

His hand was around it all right, all four fingers and thumb but even then, it stuck out above his fist by at least as much space as his fist. Above his hand I could see a thick shaft topped with a large mushroom-head glans that was all purplish. That was because Dennis's hand wasn't holding still, he was pumping his hand up and down fast as he could, moaning and panting as he pounded at himself.

My little blue eyes got big and round as saucers, as my mother would say when she saw me looking at something extraordinary. I had that look on my face, no doubt, trying to see everything and take it all in, Dennis's big, big dick, and him whomping away at it, while he moaned and grunted and wormed about on the bed. He hadn't noticed me, of course, though I was in plain sight. Too busy with what he was doing, I guess, because he was groaning an awful lot. Like he was in pain or something.

Then Dennis gave a sudden loud groan and his head went back and his hips arched up and ...oh, my God!

Hot, white spunk started shooting out the top of his dick, huge thick wads of it flying up into the air, and it landed all over his stomach and chest. Like a geyser, kind of, all at once, it lasted a few seconds, and then he stopped and slumped back on the bed, still pumping away at his dick, panting loudly, really worn out, his face redder than usual, his eyes closed tight, mouth open. "Oh, oh, ohhhhhh!" he moaned at the end.

"Wow," I said, very softly, just the word, not a "Wow!" sound or nothing. I nearly whispered it.

But Dennis heard it and he looked over at me, startled and yelped. "Oh, my God! Oh, God! Kelly!" And his hands yanked at the covers, even though he was lying on them, and he pulled them partially over himself and turned towards me and onto his stomach and that wrapped him on up, though he nearly fell off the bed.

"Gosh, Dennis!" I said, still dazzled by what I'd seen. "That was amazing!"

"When did you get home? How long were you watching me?" he wanted to know. He wasn't mad, just kind of surprised and shocked.

"I dunno. A minute or so, I guess."

"Oh, Jesus!" Dennis said, his voice a weak sigh. "You saw it all, didn't you?"

"Uh-huh." I agreed. "It was amazing!"

"Yeah." Dennis said, but he didn't mean it. "Look, Kelly, you get out of here and I'll be out in a little bit, okay? You and me have to have a talk."

"All right, Dennis." I didn't mind leaving. I mean, the show was over now. Dennis wasn't doing it anymore.

Dennis sat me down in the couch and we had a long talk. I had violated his privacy, damn it! My argument that he had left his door wide open didn't fly. From now on, I was not to come into the hallway and see his door open without announcing myself before going further. I pointed out this would wake him up and if he was going to beat his meat, he should close the door, but that didn't go over so well. This was his house and I ended up agreeing to his terms. My bedroom was past his down that hallway and so was the only bathroom in the place...but if he wanted me to wake him up every day, fine, I'd wake him up every day.

Dennis calmed down some after I agreed to that, even smiled (it was a pretty funny thing to happen, after all) and I dared to ask him a question. "Just how often do you need to beat that monster of yours, anyway?"

Dennis said, blushing, that he had to take care of it pretty much every day. "If I didn't, I'd pretty much blow up." he'd admitted. "That's what happened to me today, I'd skipped yesterday."

It all gave me something to think about the next morning, while I walked to school. It was six blocks, but when I got to school, it was still closed. I hung about with the other students but by ten o'clock, they said we'd have to go home. The university was closed until next Monday while they fixed the problem. So I had to turn around and walk back home. And I went in by the kitchen door again, so I wouldn't wake up Dennis.

But Dennis was lying on the couch instead of his bed, wearing only his boxers. The television set was on, I guess he had been watching it and fell asleep. Stretched out on the couch, head pillowed on the armrest and a small cushion, arm across his chest, one foot on the floor, snoring gently. Asleep like that, Dennis looked like a little boy, his face softened by slumber, mouth slightly open, eyes closed. Lying like that, he looked more like an angel than a big, rugged construction guy.

And that gave me the courage to do what I did next. Kneeling by him on the couch, I reached into his boxers. His prong was in there, a warm shaft that felt like moist velvet in my hand. I wrapped my fingers around it and pulled it out. It was like holding a warm hot dog in my hand, all soft and smelling really nice. Not like a hot dog, no, but smelling like Dennis, only more so. Dennis has this smell to him I noticed now and then, just a sort of musky, masculine aroma. This was where it came from, I knew now. Down here from around his cock.

I had seen Dennis playing with his dick, only then it had been a lot bigger and harder when he was doing it. This was soft, pliable, my hand was holding it like a damp washrag. I began to move my hand the way Dennis had, pumping up and down on his prick. Such big, long motions, longer than I could do on my own little whanger.

Dennis gave a soft groan and I looked up, but he was still asleep. Eyes closed. He shifted a little his head turned from one side to straight ahead, chin forward. Reassured, I went back to work.

And his dick was beginning to get bigger. Still soft, but it was inflating like some kind of balloon. Yeah, I was doing it right.

Dennis moaned again and stirred and his cock jerked, got even harder. Now it was like it was when he'd been pumping on it the day before. And I could whomp on it like he had. My hand got busy and Dennis groaned again. I didn't look, I was too busy looking at how his cockhead was slowly turning purple again.

"Uhhh, uh...uh?" Dennis jerked under me, his legs drawing up, raising up on his elbows. "Kelly? What the hell?"

"It's okay, Dennis, I've got it for you!"


"I've got it for you."

"Got what?" Dennis was still dizzy, confused. I'd awakened him too soon.

"Your cock. Milk it out for you. After all, you're not in your bedroom now!" I said cunningly.

"Kelly, I.... God!" Dennis groaned. "Oh, God, Kelly!"

"It's okay, Dennis. You just rest, let me do it for you."

"Oh, God, oh, God!" Dennis moaned. "Kelly, you can't do this!"

"Sure I can, Dennis! I'm doing it right now, aren't I?"

"I...I...oh, God!" Dennis slumped back onto the couch, stretched out his legs. He was going to let me do it for him, I realized.

Knowing that, I turned my attentions to his prong. So thick, so hard, so warm, and getting warmer! The head of it had some sticky clear fluid leaking out. Another glob of it gushed out as I watched and the glob got down and on my hand.

The sticky stuff felt funky and my hand was getting tired anyway. I switched hands and while my other hand pumped on Dennis, I lifted the sticky hand up to look at that clear stuff. The smell was stronger than ever, this fluid was like concentrated Dennis. Hardly thinking, I lifted it to my mouth and licked it off. "Ooh!" I said as the salty stuff hit my taste buds.

Dennis had been watching me. "What's wrong?" He asked, his breath short and heavy. Not panting, not yet.

"It tastes funny." I told him.

"You like it?"

"Yeah, Dennis." I said. I looked at his cock, more of the clear stuff was on the tip. Soon it would dribble down onto my hand again. "Can I lick it off?"

"Lick...it...." Dennis pulled in a long, shuddering breath. "Sure, man. You can lick it off. You can lick it all you want! Oh, God!" Only he said the last word all long, like "G-o-o-o-o-o-o-d!"

I put my mouth down on his cockhead and sucked that fluid off his glans. When I did, his hand came up and held me down there. "Mmm, yeah!" Dennis moaned. "That's it, man, take it all down. Far as you can, okay?"

I didn't move, and Dennis's other hand came over and both of them on my head, he showed me what he wanted. Moving my head up and down like my hand, my lips holding onto his cock like my fingers had. When I understood, I began to move and he let go.

"Yeah, Kelly, like that, suck my big, fat cock!" He groaned. "Suck out all that white stuff, man, drink it all down! Ohhhhhh, God, yeahhhhhhhhh!"

Dennis's dick was getting so warm now, and Dennis was groaning and panting like he had before. I knew he would soon squirt out a huge load of hot, white sperm. And he wanted me to drink it all down. And if it tasted like the clear stuff did, I was more than ready to do so!

Dennis's hand landed on my head again, but he didn't press down on me this time, he just fondled my hair, ruffling it the way my mother would when I was a good boy and she was proud of me. So I knew I was making Dennis happy!

With that inspiration, I kept on sucking on him and he groaned more and more, and finally he groaned and said, "I'm coming, man! I'm going to shoot it! Just like yesterday, understand? It's going to shoot out like that!" He gasped for breath and said, "If you don't want to, you don't have to swallow it!"

And I gave a grunt of negation (nu-uh!) and I sucked him fast as I could and Dennis started squirting. With a "Ah-ah-hah, HAHHHH-HAHHHHHH!"

The stuff that squirted out was hot, just like warm soup. And it all tasted just like Dennis smelled on a hot summer day! I caught that first squirt in my mouth and I held on and started swallowing as he shot more and more into my mouth.

Dennis was worming about under me, just like he had in the bed, and his groans were even louder than the day before. And I think he squirted out more, too. I gulped and gulped and gulped and it was still coming out. Finally, Dennis slumped back again and I knew he was finishing up, and the flow of spunk stopped, but I knew he'd kept on pumping his cock the day before, so I kept right on sucking, while Dennis's groans got less and less and then stopped. His cock slowly deflated like a balloon that got untied and I knew he was completely done.

So I let go and sat back on my heels and wiped my lips. "That was good, Dennis!"

"You drank all of it, didn't you?" Dennis asked.

"I sure did!" I licked my lips and Dennis laughed and held his hands out to me. I happily crawled up on the couch on top of him and he drew my lips to him and gave me a soft, warm kiss. Like he was saying thank-you to me, over and over again, with the kiss.

Dennis released my lips finally and I laid my head down on that broad, strong chest. "Damn, man, that was great!" I raised up my head again and looked at him, grinning. "Only, what are you doing home so early?"

"University's closed." I told him, resting my chin on my arms so I could look into his face. "The broiler is still broke, and they said it'll take three days to fix it." Today was Wednesday.

"Rest of the week, huh?" Dennis asked.

"Uh-huh." I agreed. "I go back on Monday."

"Shit!" Dennis didn't like that and I wondered why until he went on, "I have to sleep during the day, you know."

"It's okay." I said. "I can watch television or such until you wake up. It's what I do when I get home every day anyhow."

"Well....we'll see." Dennis said, yawned hard. "And after you milked me empty, I need to get some real sleep. You come wake me at four o'clock, and not one minute before, you got me?"

"I got it, Dennis!"

Dennis rose and lowered me to the floor and stood by me. Reached down and rumpled my hair on my head. "Good boy." he said to me. "Now remember, don't wake me before four o'clock unless it's an emergency. And don't come in my room like you did yesterday until then, either! I don't want you spying on me again!"

"I won't, Dennis!" I told him and watched him walk into his bedroom, one hand scratching at his butt as he walked.

I knew how I was going to wake him up, too! Every day from now on!

I was so glad I'd spied on Dennis!

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