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Dad Caught in the Act

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 03 Dec 2001 1 comments
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When I was a kid my dad would always take me camping several weekends each summer. Sometimes there would be just the two of us, sometimes family friends would also bring their sons. My dad and I would always share a double sleeping bag that he and my mom shared when they were younger. Dad always wore a vee neck undershirt and white briefs to bed and I would curl up next to him and play with his chest hairs through the vee opening in his shirt, and he would hold me in his strong hairy arms, and tell me stories or we would talk about things in general. When I was 12 years old I went to YMCA summer camp, and for the first time in my life I saw other boys naked, and noticed that some of the boys weren't circumcised as I was. During camp we talked about our dicks, jerking off and sex in general, though later I realised the some of the stories were pretty outlandish. After returning from camp my dad and I went for one of our camping weekends. I had seen my dad nude several times, but this time I noticed he wasn't circumcised. My dad was 6 feet tall, was of Italian descent so had dark hair and a very heavy dark beard. His chest was a mat of dark hair, and his very thick dick hung about 6 inches soft. When we retired to bed that night and were talking I asked him why his penis was different than mine. He explained about circumcision, and his parents hadn't done him, but when I was born it was recommended that I be. Without thinking, I asked if I could see what a foreskin looked like and without hesitation, he rolled down the sleeping bag and reached into the fly of his briefs and pulled it out. Then I guess you could say, "He gave me a guided tour.". He showed how it rolled back and forth, and where they would have cut it. Again not thinking I reached out and took his thick tool with my little hand, and held his dick and kept rolling the foreskin back and forth. How he didn't get hard I don't know, but I fell asleep with his dick in my hand. The rest of that summer and the next year, when we would go to bed on our camping trips, I would let my hand wander from playing with his chest down into the fly of his briefs and reach in and hold his dick or balls and always I would roll his foreskin back and forth. He never did get hardon, during the play. The next year I was into jerking off, and no longer slept in my dad's arms as I was becoming a man. When on these trips I waited until my dad was out of the tent or went into the woods and played with my dick. I was getting pubic hair, a small amount of chest hair and my hardon was a respectable 6 inches and I could blow a load several feet into the air. I learned that summer, that my father liked to jerk off. As I was allowed to stay up later, often when my father came into the tent, I would still be half awake. He would look to see if I was asleep and roll on his side away from me and start pounding his prick. The excitement would cause my eager 14 year old cock to blow my load in my underwear, then I would fall asleep, or still be awake and hear him grunting as he squirted his load. I often wondered where he dumped his load, but could never find the telltale crustiness on the sleeping bag or tent floor. I would have to peel my underwear off the next morning At this point I still had never seen my dad with a hardon. Later that summer on one of our trips, I woke up about 6 AM as the sun was rising. My dad had just exited the tent to pee, and also needing to pee I got up. Next to the tenting area was a clearing, where kids played Frisbee, ball or climbed over the several big boulders scattered through out. During the night we would go to the edge of this clearing to pee, as no one was there and it was closer than the public cans. I followed my dad, but for some uknown reason stopped short of entering the clearing. I was peering through the bushes and could see the back of my dad in his white undershirt and briefs peeing into the bushes. When he was done, he seemed to be having trouble with the front of his briefs. He turned around and his rock hard cock was sticking out of the fly of his briefs. He was twice as thick, as when he was soft, but his prick only seemed slightly longer that when soft. His foreskin was pulled back over the head and the knob looked red, wet and shiny in the early sunlight. He looked around the clearing, then tugged down his white briefs and walked across the clearing fully hard, and wearing only his white undershirt. He came to a flat rock, on which he lay and then he started jacking off. He kept rolling his foreskin back and forth, tugging his nuts and rubbing his nipples through his shirt. Meanwhile being mesmerised by the scene, I instantly blew a load in my underwear. A few minutes later he starting to grunt, arch his back and blew several long shots of cum into the air. Some landed around him on the rock, and some all over his undershirt, which he used to wipe himself clean. I immediately headed back to the tent and was faking sleep when he returned, and we both fell asleep again, and he was not aware that I had seen his act of exhibitionism. Late that morning he went into a nearby village to get a few supplies and I chose to stay on the camp-site. He had barely left, when I attacked the laundry bag. I found his undershirt, which smelt of cum and still had damp cum spots. I was sniffing the undershirt, when I starting licking the wet spots, my first time tasting cum, and then I jerked off on to the shirt myself. Checking through the laundry bag I licked some of his crustier cum spots from previous days and squirted a 2nd load into the pile of crusty undershirts. I had barely finished packing the dirty laundry back into the bag, when dad returned. When we returned home from these camping trips, my mother always remarked how dirty our clothes were. A couple of nights later she remarked, our clothes were so dirty this time they had stuck together. The next year we camped again, a future story