Watching Dad Give Himself A Much Needed Release

My parents got divorced when I was 16, and shortly thereafter I began living with my dad in a new townhouse he bought. This gave us a lot more male bonding time that we weren't able to have with all the tension between him and my mom when they were married. Dad was suddenly a lot more comfortable talking about women and sex, making comments about certain acctresses in movies we watched, or even just random women we saw while driving. He was 58 at the time, and I knew that he had started dating again about 5 months after he moved out of my mom's house, but I wasn't sure that he was getting laid. I think he mainly did it as a way to get out of the house and keep from falling victim to post-divorce depression.   On several occasions during this period Dad told me that one of his biggest regrets in life was not having more sex. This was strange to hear in a way, given that I hadn't had sex myself at the time, but it was also somewhat erotic - throughout my parents' entire loveless marriage I never thought of either of them as sexual beings, and here was my dad opening up to me about being too horned up for his own good! I began to wonder if he was masturbating to relieve some of this tension. It wouldn't be long before I couldn't get the thought of this out of my head. I knew he didn't watch porn, because he told me that he had gotten this far in life without seeing a porn movie, and didn't want to start now because he was afraid of getting addicted! I began to develop a real fixation on my Dad and tried to see him naked every opportunity I got, which wasn't often. To give a better idea of what he looks like, my Dad is about 6'3, short and thin graying light brown hair with a major bald spot in the middle. He was in relatively good shape - not a muscle man or anything but kept from becoming overweight by going to the gym somewhat regularly. Anyway, I could catch a glimpse of him from behind through the crack in his bedroom door every time he got out of the shower, but I couldn't really get a good view of his penis or scrotum this way. Basically, the most I could see was when he went to step into a fresh pair of jockey shorts, when he would lift his leg and momentarily reveal the back of his big ballsack with just the faintest view of his cock peeking out from under them in the front, just before he pulled his underwear up his legs and over his hairy butt.  This was the most I got for quite a while, and it would usually get me nice and hard for a good masturbation session fueled by magazines or online videos from there on out. However, I still couldn't shake the fixation on the thought of my Dad rubbing one out. It was less a sexual attraction thing than a desire to see him engaging in something that had recently become such a big part of my life - in a way it would make me feel like more of a man, seeing my dad shoot the same cum that made me 16 years prior, and knowing that all the while his head was swimming with the same kind of sexy thoughts that I had when stroking my penis - visions of tight pussies gripping down his rock hard shaft, having it teased with soft lips, or maybe thrusting it vigorously between two oiled breasts - that was a personal favorite of mine at the time.  My golden opportunity came one weeknight when my Dad was going out for a date. He seemed unusually anticipatory as he left, wearing a nicer pair of dress pants and sportcoat than he normally would when going out to meet somene. He left me money to order food, and said he didn't know when he would be back, but said that it would probably be by 11:30, and if he wasn't I could still count on him being back in the morning to take me to school. Somehow I didn't process this until after I had said goodbye and he had walked out the front door - Dad was really trying to get laid tonight! I was immediately filled with happiness for him, and I decided to go in his office to see if I could find any more evidence about what he had planned for tonight. The first thing I noticed on his desk was a sample pack of cialis that had a section of two pills cut out from it - Dad must have taken those with him to the restaurant. Underneath them I saw some phone numbers he had written down, along with some wine selections - his reservations.  I spent the rest of the night watching movies, with this sense of happiness in the background knowing that my dad was probably having one of the best nights in recent years of his life. Later, around 10:45, I was surprised to hear the front door open, followed by my Dad's footsteps and the exhalation of a hefty sigh. I knew right then that things must have not gone as planned, and I went upstairs from the basement to ask him about his night with this mystery woman. When I asked him why he was back so early, he just briefly shook his head with a half-hearted laugh, and explained the whole situation to me: "well, we went to the restaurant like we had planned, had a great dinner, got some wine I knew she liked so we could get a little buzz going while we shared this nice intimate dinner, it was all falling into place"  "and then?"  "Well...." he let out more sheepish laughter "....we went back to her place after she invited me in for a cup of decaf" At he uttered the word 'decaf', Dad gave me this little raised eyebrow look he sometimes did when the conversation was entering sex-related territory, as if to say "you know what THAT means".  I responded by poking a little fun at him, making some comment about how now I knew something bad was about to happen, cause otherwise he wouldn't be leading me into anything I would normally think of as coming next in this chain of events. At this point his tone turned back to the frustration I sensed when he first walked in the door. "Well, you're right about that.... she was feeling a little bit queazy on the way back ot her apartment, but she just wrote it off. Anyway, we were just sitting there, and she's getting ready to lean in to kiss me, and as I leaned back to her I hear this noise come from her stomach that sounded like it was being twisted in knots... and she gets this real serious look outta nowhere and tells me I have to leave... she just repeated that about five times before running off to the bathroom. Once I heard her puking her guts out I just decided to call it a night - I wanted to help her and all, but I could tell she was the kind of person who wouldn't want to have me around while she's got bad seafood spewing out of both ends... goddamn restaurant. I told them..." At this point I lost focus as I noticed Dad's erection straining against the front of his dress pants... I felt my own cock twitch as I realized that he must have taken the cialis before his date's food poisoning hit. I had never seen dad with an erection, clothed or unclothed, so this was very exciting to say the least! As dad finished talking, it seemed like his attention drifted back to his stiff penis as well. "Anyway... you'd better get ready for bed and pack up your school stuff... oh and just a heads up, I'd say you might want to sleep downstairs tonight like you sometimes do... I've got a... uh.. a few things I need to take care of in my office upstairs before I hit the hay, and I don't want to keep you up." My heart skipped a beat. I knew that if ever there was a time that I would see Dad blow his load, it would be now - right after getting home from a sexually frustrating date, with an erection that just wouldn't quit. I decided to not even question further, and told him that I would head downstairs after I grabbed a few things from my room. He said goodnight, and we both headed upstairs. I stalled for a minute in my room as dad went to hang up his dress clothes, walked back downstairs to make him think I was in the basement, then tiptoed back up the stairs as quietly as I possibly could, praying that dad wouldn't come out into the hallway again. I crouched in my darkened room, staring straight across the hall to Dad's master bedroom, waiting for him to step back out from his walk in closet. My heart was racing.... from the shadows I had a perfect view toward the setting of the fantasy that played out in my mind nearly every day, and now here I was with a stiff cock of my own about to watch it happen. Dad walked out of the walk in closet in and white briefs that were tented directly outward by his unyielding boner that he was rubbing lightly with his left hand. Now that he thought he was alone he was really letting his arousal show in his body movements and facial expressions - I could tell he hadn't been this sexed up in a long, long time.  He grabbed two towels from the foot of the bed, and spead them over the comforter, and lay down, penis pointing straight towards the cieling. At this point it was taking all I could muster to refrain from touching my own erection that was just about ready to burst out of my shorts. Suddenly, Dad got back up, walked back over to his dresser, opened up the top drawer and reached all the way to the back. He pulled out what I assumed was a bottle of lube and a nudie mag. Once he got settled back on the bed again, he pulled off his undershirt, and lowered the pair of briefs ever so slowly, allowing the elastic to drag along the top of his hard cock until it sprang back toward his chest. He then squeezed a little bit of lube into his right hand and started going to town with slathering it all up and down his throbbing boner. As he formed a fist around the base I saw his eyes close and head roll back with intense pleasure, savoring the first full stroking motion as it rose from the base up along the shaft and over the head, at which point he let out a gutteral, staggered sigh. Dad was clearly in heaven right now.  I've gotta hand it to him - that day Dad really showed me the value of slowing down and savoring my masturbation rather than pounding my dick relentlessly until it burst. I was, however, very pleased and proud to see that he liked to stop and swirl two fingers around the sweet spot just below the head, as I often did when I jerked off, especially when I had an unusually hard boner like we both did right then. At this point I was rubbing my crotch as hard as I could, I lost all ability to regulate myself in this regard.I noticed that with his left hand Dad was thumbing through the magazine, stopping to savor certain photos - probably looking for the photo he wanted to cum to. Sure enough, he stopped on what looked like a young starlet bent over doggystyle across a metal guard railing. At this point, he did something totally unexpected, exposing me to a technique that I still sometimes attempt to this day - Dad sat up, placed the magazine in front of him, and held his two hands out in front of him in a kind of tube that he proceeded to fuck vigorously and he came nearer and nearer to orgasm. I could see from his big, weighty balls that he had a serious load to shoot - made all the more intense as he kept thrusting away into his hands, talking to dirty to nobody in particular with his eyes closed and head thrown back in agonizing ecstasy.  Suddenly, time seemed to stop for a split miliseccond in which dad made a brief choking sound, just before letting out a loud, gutteral moan as six unimaginably thick spurts of semen erupted from his swollen cock, emptying his densely packed balls onto the towels that lay before him. After that, he collapsed straight backwards onto his bed, looking more satisfied than I had ever seen him. Eventually he got up to take a piss, and I used that as an opportunity to sneak downstairs as fast as I could so I could tend to the boner that was getting ready to rip my shorts in half. I pulled it out, and in just three strokes brought myself to one of the strongest, fastest orgasms I have ever had to this day. I came to the thought of what I had just witnessed twice more than night before falling asleep, and once more in the morning upon waking up.   My Dad will never know it - but that night he gave me one of the greatest experiences of my life as a young man, and paved the way for many years of pleasurable masturbation to come. And now that I'm finally done writing this, I can attend to my penis with a thorough, fulfilling, slow session in which I truly love myself, just as my dear old Dad did that night, and probably still does . :)