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Touching dad for first time

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 28 May 2000 1 comments
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The first of many experiences began when I was quite young, so the details aren't entirely clear. I was about 8 or 9 years old, and still slept in my parents' bed on occasion (yes, I wasn't the bravest of children). At any rate, on one particular night, I had a nightmare and went to my parents' room for safety. I was fortunate that it was fairly light outside due to the moon, allowing me to seeing my way around my parents' room quite easy. My mom was away visiting my aunt, so my dad was in bed alone. I went to the side of the bed and shook his shoulder a bit. He let me under the covers beside him without hardly waking. In moments, he was sound asleep. As I lay there trying to get back asleep, my dad (who had been turned away from me) suddenly rolled over and put his arm on me. I was pretty much stuck beneath his muscular arm, not that I wanted to move. It really was quite a nice feeling having his half-naked body against me and his arm around me. I lied there for quite a while enjoying the feeling of him so near to me. I could smell his manly odour from the day's work and breathed it in. I began to wonder what it would be like to be a grown up like him. He is quite tall (about 6 feet) and works in construction, so he has very little fat and lots of muscles. I looked at him in the dim light. His moustache and hairy chest made him look so masculine. The possibility of me one day being so big and muscular and hairy was something I couldn't really fathom at that age. I looked at my dad's firm, hairy chest in wonder. What would it feel like to have such a chest? I reached out without even thinking and touched it. I gently ran my hand along his chest, feeling the hair run through my fingers. He remained soundly asleep and I was engrossed in the sensation, so I really didn't think about what he might do if he were to awake. Just then he rolled onto his back and I pulled my hand away. His breathing remained unchanged, and I slowly moved my hand back to his chest. I continued to run my hand along his chest, making my way to one of his nipples. It was sticking out as normal, and seemed large compared to my own, which were flat and tiny. I ran my finger around the edge feeling the soft skin, moving the hair aside as I went along. I continued my exploration of my dad's sleeping body and moved my hand over his rock hard stomach which was also coated in a layer of fur. I made my way down slowly, now beginning to feel a bit nervous. I had not seen a naked man before, including my dad. He often walked around before bedtime in just his underwear and his bulge seemed enormous to me, though I had no idea of what he looked like without clothes on. My hand reached the waistband of his shorts. I paused to make sure there was no change in his breathing, and then gently ran my hand along the fabric. My little hand then felt what I was looking for.... the hot mass which I knew was his cock. I ran my hand softly along the length and back and then down along his nuts. I had to feel it in my hand. I found my way back to the waistband and slid my hand inside, all the while monitoring my dad for any sign of waking. My hand reached to mass of hair at the base of his dick and then moved to the shaft. My fingers encircled it. I was touching another man's dick for the first time and it was my own father's. Each time I breathed could smell his odor, which had become lightly muskier since my hand had gone into his underwear. As I breathed in his scent and squeezed the shaft of his cock, something odd happened.... it seemed to get a little more firm in my hand. I continued to squeeze the shaft as it expanded in my hand. I ran my hand along the length of the length of his dick. When I reached the head, it seemed inflated and hard. I moved my hand back down the length to his nuts and slid my hand to feel each one. I was amazed at how large everything was. Once again I wrapped my hand around his dick and felt the length. It was honestly enormous... I was dizzy with excitement and the musky scent. My dad's hard dick was in my hand. I was still too young to understand fully that my rubbing his dick was why it had gotten so hard and big, but nonetheless continued feeling it. I moved my hand up his dick and felt his loose skin roll back and forth over the head. I continued doing this for some time, enjoying the feel of it. I rolled his foreskin over the head one more time when he suddenly moved. I quickly moved my hand out of his underwear and pretended to be asleep. I was petrified. He didn't fall for it. He said "Son, I know you are awake. What were you doing?". I opened my eyes and said, "I was just wondering what your peepee felt like". He was silent for a moment and then said, "I know you are curious and I'm not mad at you, but you shouldn't touch people's private spots like that". He then said, "Maybe you are getting too old to sleep in mom and dad's bed. Let's get you back in your own bed". With that, he got out of bed, picked me up and carried me into my room, placing me in my bed. He covered me up and gave a quick kiss on my forehead and said "good night son". I stayed awake for a long time thinking about how his dick had felt in my hand. I could smell his order still. Despite feeling bad, I wondered if I would get a chance to do it again.