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Watching my Dad

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 29 Sep 2001 2 comments
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When I was a kid I tried at every opportunity to look at my dad's cock. It was a miraculous thing--fat, long, and with lots of hair around it. When I was around 10, I began to go to the bathroom when my dad was getting out of the shower and try to get a peek of his dick swaying as he moved. He would towel off his hair as I peed (and stared at his fat dick). Then he'd wrap a towel around himself and I'd leave the room, very aroused. I'd do this about once every two weeks--my dad never let on that he knew I enjoyed looking at his cock. When I was about 15, I began another routine to get a look at my dad's dick. His changing room was on the ground floor of our house, facing the back which was surrounded by trees. At night, before going to bed, he'd go into his changing room and put on PJs, before going up to bed with my mom (who usually was in bed before everyone because her shift started at 6 a.m.). One night, as he walked into his changing room, I snuck out of the house and hid in the trees near his changing room window. I watched as he took off all his clothes. He paused for about a minute by the window before putting on his PJs--I was scared that he could see me but SUPER hard watching him stand by the window naked, with his cock out in full view. He put on his bedclothes and then went upstairs to bed. I snuck back in and went to my room and stroked my cock. It didn't take long for me to spurt my teenage cum all over my chest. This began a routine which I would do every couple of days or so. I would watch him change, hoping to get a glimpse of his cock, then sneak back into the house and masturbate. Again, my dad never let on that he knew I was doing this. A couple of months after I started sneaking out to spy on my dad changing, something new happened. Before he put on his clothes, my dad fondled his cock in front of the window until it was about semi-hard. It looked HUGE to me. As he did this, I began masturbating outside. It didn't take me long to cum all over the dirt in front of me. Shortly after that, my dad put on his PJs and went upstairs. The next time I went out, the same thing happened. I was scared that he knew I was out there but also super turned on. The fear in me made me sneak in the front door before my dad was finished changing and run up to my bedroom. The horniness caused me to strip down as soon as I got on my bed and begin to stroke my cock furiously. Soon, though, I heard a knock on my door. I jumped under the covers and said "come in"--my voice probably betraying my nervousness. My dad walked in: "Saw your light was on sport, just wanted to say goodnight." I saw in the front of his pajamas a bulge that was MUCH bigger than normal. I think I could make out the head of his fat cock pressed against the fabric of his thigh. "Uh, goodnight, dad" I managed to squeak out. He left and went to his bedroom. Later that month, I saw him masturbate and come into a set of tissues. I came all over my clothes while I watched him outside. By now, I was pretty sure that he knew I was out there, but I didn't care. He was putting on a show for me! Another night, I masturbated with my door slightly open after he'd gone to change. As I saw his shadow approach the opening, I stroked harder and faster than ever. I came in gallons knowing that my dad was getting to see my teenaged cock--which was beginning to look a lot more like his every day--spurt. Despite all this mutual watching, my dad and I never talked about it. I think we both knew that the other knew, but still it was never discussed and nothing ever openly happened. Perhaps talking would've made it something that my dad would've had to put a stop to because of his conscience. I don't know. But I do know that until I left home at age 18 (and even now sometimes on holidays) I watched my dad stroke his fat cock until he came. I loved it.