Realizing Dad Jacked Off Too

When I was in high school, my dad got a promotion in a town about an hour's drive away. He had to start right away, so my folks bought a house in the new town and my father lived there alone until the rest of us could move with him. One week I had some days off from school, so I went with him and spent the night with him in our new house. We hadn't moved any of our furniture yet, but Dad had set up a cot in the master bedroom for himself, and we set up another cot in the bedroom down the hall for me. When we went to bed that night, I was lying in my cot feeling horny. I started jacking off, but I was trying to be quiet because the cot squeaked like crazy and we both left our bedroom doors open and my dad was only a few feet down the hall. While I was trying to jack quietly, I realized I could hear my dad's cot squeaking. At first I thought he was probably just rolling over, but it was a steady rhythmic squeak. I remembered thinking, "Man, my dad's beating off." I was surprised my dad jacked off, since I figured grown-ups didn't do it because they had real sex. I was so turned on by the thought of him stroking that I started jacking too, letting my cot squeak. I was getting into it, and was turned on by thinking that he could hear me like I could hear him. After a few minutes of jerking, I realized that the squeaking in his room had stopped. I panicked, thinking he heard me and I stopped jacking. It was quiet for a moment and then his cot started squeaking again. I let him go for awhile and then I started again too. I let myself get louder until I heard his cot stop squeaking. So I stopped too. I waited a bit and then his cot started squeaking again. This back and forth went on until I couldn't stand it. I was dying to go in and jack with him, but I didn't know whether he would go for that or not. Still, I waited until his cot started squeaking again, and I got up and tried to quietly go down the hall until I was outside his door. I was breathing so heavy from excitement and my heart was beating so fast and so hard that I was sure he could hear me. I was naked and standing outside his door with a hard-on standing straight up and I was stroking. I moved closer and hit a squeak in a floorboard. I froze. His squeaking stopped. I held my breath so he wouldn't hear me. It felt like an eternity, but it was probably only a few seconds, but then his cot started squeaking again. I wanted to run in and jump on his cot with him, but I knew that I should probably take this opportunity to get back to the other room and get back into bed. I got back to my room and started stroking again, letting my cot squeak again too. I got a little reckless and made more noise than was necessary, and I shot my load in my sleeping bag. His cot stopped squeaking shortly after that, so I figured he shot too. I wondered whether he knew what I was doing. I figured he did since I could tell he was doing it. The next morning I lay naked on top of my sleeping bag and pretended to be asleep, knowing he would walk past my open door before he left for work and would see me. When I heard him get up, I got my cock hard--which didn't take much work--so that he would see me hard. I heard him walk by, and he stopped to look in, but he didn't say anything and then he left and went to work. As soon as he left, I went to his room and found his tighty whities on the floor next to his cot. They had a drying cum stain in them so I knew he had cum the night before. I put them on and wore them around the house all day while he was at work, jerking off in them several times that day--once in his cot, once in the hall closet, once in my cot, and once on the back deck. Shortly before I knew he'd be home from work, I took his underwear off and put them back where I found them. I wanted to be naked when he came home, but I didn't know how he'd react, so I put my clothes on, and when he got home, we went out to eat and then drove the hour back home.