Caught By Dad

I thought my dad was out shoveling the driveway. I was sure of it. So, as usual, I was in my room, enjoying my new hobby that I had only taken up a month or so before: jerking off. It was nice and warm in my upstairs room, so it was easy to be naked - fully naked. I was enjoying stroking penis, and casually pressing my other index finger against my asshole. I hadn't realized that I could penetrate the anus yet, and experience another set of pleasures, That was to come years later. In fact, I didn't yet know much about masturbation. This was before the internet, and my friends didn't talk about it except to deny they did it and make fun of those they claimed who did, which were the nerdy kids in school. But I had discovered that most interesting feeling that I later came to know as 'orgasm.'  I knew I shouldn't be doing this new thing, but it felt so excellent! So, I was feeling around my anus and stroking, and the door swung open. Geez, I thought I had locked it! Standing tall, filling the doorway, there was my dad! Talk about embarrassed!

In my family, sexual matters were not discussed. They just weren't. All I knew was that this was something wrong. Naughty. Way naughty, that I totally shouldn't be doing. And there was no hiding it. I was in the midst of wanking away when he barged in, and so there's absolutely no way he didn't immediately know what I was doing. I dived onto my bed and threw the bedspread over myself anyway.

I don't know what reaction I was expecting from him, but it wasn't going to be a good one, or so I thought. So what did he do?

He said, "Sorry!" and closed the door. I'm not sure, but I think I caught that his face was a bit red, too. But maybe that was because he had been outside in the cold shoveling.

I laid in the bed worrying as I never had before, and of course my dick went soft as a noodle. What to do? What to do?!

A minute later, there was a knock at the door. Oh, geez!

But what could I do other than say, "Come in?" That was the only possible response, wasn't it? And, so I said, "Come in," and braced myself to face the music, still naked under the bedspread.

And Dad said, "Jake, I'm so sorry to have barged in on you like that. I didn't realize... Well, I want you to know everyone does it. I do it."

I was like, "Whaaa? You Dad?"

"Oh yes. Everyday. And I want you to know that it is perfectly normal, and that you can, even should, do it as often as you want."

"Should, dad?"

"Yes, it keeps you from getting excessively horny."

I didn't really know what that meant at the time, but accepted his explanation and even assurance with great relief, although I was still shaking on the inside, if not the outside. One does not recover from such an embarrassment in an instant.

With that, he headed out the doorway, stating over his shoulder that he'd be back in a few days to answer any questions I might have.