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Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 06 Mar 2001 1 comments
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by Ted I'll never forget the summer when I was 14. Mom had left us a couple years before, so it was just me and Daddy. Maybe I was a little slow, but I was just finding out the joys of being naked. Daddy worked construction, he was a big brute of a man, dark and brooding. People who didn't know him were usually afraid of him, but to me he was the most gentle person I had ever known. He had a big hairy tummy. It was hard so it didn't hang down, over his belt. And he had big arms. I thought he was the most handsome man I had ever seen, and when I was 14, I fell in love with him.That summer, Daddy was working 6 days a week. I was home along during the daytime, usually running around the house naked. My cock was a new toy for me. I had been masturbating for a couple years, but that summer, it became an obsession with me. As soon as my shorts came off, I had a boner. And it always felt so good, being hard and sensitive as I did my little chores around the house. Sometimes I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself, enjoying the sight of my hard cock, flexing the muscle that made it move up and down, wraping my hand around it and watching myself as I slowly pumped it, feeling the heat from it and enjoying the sensations, knowing that soon my spooge was going to be splashed all over the mirror. Twice I stood there and without touching myself, while I worked the muscle in my sphinctor, I felt the cum release deep inside me and before I knew it, I was cuming all over myself. My hot jizm squirting, being released from my cock without the aid of my hand. It was so intense, I almost fell over, but I managed to grab hold of something to keep standing. When Daddy came home from work on Friday and Saturday evenings, he was exhausted. He'd tell me all he wanted was a quick dinner and to watch some tv. It was hot in the house, so he'd strip down to his boxers as soon as he was home. We'd sit in the tv room and soon he would be asleep on the sofa. One evening while I was sitting in my chair beside the sofa where he was sleeping, listening to his slow, sleeping breath, I looked over at him. I was feeling really bold this particular evening. Slowly and quitely, I unsnapped and unzipped my shorts. My cock was already hard as I stood up and my shorts fell to the ground. I stood there naked, looking at my Daddy, not 2 feet away from me. My cock was throbbing, my heart was racing with excitement and fear. I looked down at him, at his big chest, his hard hairy stomach, his big biceps, his right arm, raised up and over the top of his head, exposing his underarm hair and the faint, musky smell of his sweat. His handsome face, so peaceful in sleep. I felt so vulnerable being naked, my hard cock exposed to him, should he wake up. My boner, crying for attention, had never been seen by another person. My eyes followed on down his stomach, to the elastic band of his boxers and my breath stopped as I saw his cock sticking out of the fly. It was hard and it was huge! It had a big mushroom head and I remember looking at the piss hole. It looked huge! My mind couldn't help but wonder if he had ever tried to put anything in that slit. And it was thick! The urethra looked like a worm on the underside. As I stared at it, it bounced, ever-so slightly, keeping time with his heart beat. I wanted to reach down and hold it in my hand, feel the heat coming from it, the softness of the skin. And I thought, this is where I came from. Cum from this hard cock is where I came from. I stood there in awe of all I saw, drinking my Daddy in, trying to memorize everything I saw, taking mental pictures of his body. I wanted this moment to last forever. But, my cock had other things on it's mind. It was throbing, my balls were starting to ache. I reached down and I knew that only a few short tugs and I would be creaming all over Daddy and the sofa. I grabbed my cock and pulled down in it, feeling the tension against my hand. When I let go, it sprang back up, almost slapping my belly. I pulled my hard cock to the side and then the other side. I let go of it and raised my arms up and put my hands behind my head, totally exposing myself to my Daddy, as he continued to sleep. I wanted to lie down on top of him, I wanted to hold his cock in my hand, I wanted to feel his bare, hairy flesh against my bare flesh. My cock was so hot. I could feel the nerves in the head of my dick, the glans so sensitive to anything, even the air. Involuntarily, my sphinctor muscle flexed once and then again. And all of a sudden, I was spewing hot cum. A glob landed on Daddys nipple, another on the sofa. Quickly, I reached down and managed to keep the rest from dripping on the carpet. My hands were full of hot, thick cum. My legs were weak. I had to sit down. But at the same time, I was suddenly full of fear that Daddy would wake up and catch me. Soon I was able to quietly tiptoe to the bathroom where I washed the cum off my hands and my cock, clean it off my legs where my hand had rubbed it in. As I was finishing up, I heard Daddy stirring in the other room. I heard him coming down the hall toward the bathroom. I was standing there naked in front of the mirror with the door open. He walked by and said, "It getting late son. Better be getting to bed." And then in the mirror I saw him walk past the open door, looking down at his nipple and rubbing it with his thumb and I heard him say, under his breath, "Now what the hell is this?"