Dads huge balls

Ever since I was a kid I was fixated on my dad's huge balls. He was a stuntman in TV and movies doing mostly westerns so he always wore those fitted tan pants and western boots, often topped off with a cowboy hat. Those pants along with the fact that underneath he always wore thin, white boxers, showed off a bulging crotch that held my attention whenever he walked into the room.

  Dad was a big hunk of a guy, broad shouldered and handsome. He was already 49 when I was born so he was quite the silver daddy as I was growing up. My earliest sexual awakenings revolve around Dad, that bulging crotch and my constant goal of getting a peek at what was hanging just beneath the thin layer of his boxers.

  Around the house Dad lived in a pair of white boxers and a white tee. he always had a cigarette in one hand and in the afternoons a beer in the other. His baggy white boxers did little to conceal his huge low hanging balls. he'd perch on the very edge of the sofa, his balls loose, swinging free from the leg of his shorts. I could barely breath looking at them, my stiff, boy boner would be throbbing and leaking in my pants as Dad seemingly oblivious to my arousal, reached  down to scratch and knead those big low hanging beauties.

  I say "seemingly" because now as I look back at our afternoons together it's clear that Dad was not only aware of how crazy horny he was making me, but also enjoyed it and was also getting off on it.

   Dads work was sporadic so he had plenty of time to lay around the house and spread out on the living room sofa, air conditioner blasting as he dozed in front of the afternoon TV. I'd race home from school knowing Dad was home alone and Mom would still be at work for another few hours.  

   Every day it was the same,  I'd slip in the front door from school and Dad would be there in his boxers and tee, a cigarette in hand and if I was lucky, a peek of those beautiful balls. frantically I'd run into my bedroom and strip down, changing into my  gym shorts and a tee and quickly take my place in the big leather chair next to the sofa where dad sat, his manhood flopping loose as he shifted his weight sitting on the edge of his seat smoking, focused on the TV.

  For the next couple hours I'd adjust myself in the chair for the best view. At first it was just a peek, then one big ball would slip out and I'd be so hard I could barely conceal my leaking boner. then with the shift of his big strong body, the other ball would slip out.  With both out, his sack hung loose and pendulous, his balls like goose eggs. To this day I search on line and I've got to say, I have yet to see a pair of balls as big and loose and hot as dads.

 Eventually I grew bolder as time went on. I stopped hiding my hardon and let Dad start to get a peek at me. I'd toss one leg over the arm of the chair and then pretend to doze off. As a boy I was always tan, slim, and everyone would comment on how good looking I was. I hopped dad felt the same way.. 

  I'd let my very short gym shorts ride up on one side as I "snoozed" next to Dad. First a peek of ball, shift my weight, then the other. I'd be watching him out of one half closed eye hidden beneath an arm casually draped over my forehead. His eyes would drift up my long tan legs, then up to my crotch. he always remained casual and disinterested until the day I finally let my hardon show. 

  The moment he saw my cock I cold see him begin to flinch. Suddenly he wasn't the one driving me crazy, I was the one making him sweat. My boy cock had slipped out the leg of my gym shorts and was stiff and hard,working it's way free, throbbing and leaking.  I noticed Dad started to smoke a little faster, and it seemed that he was reaching down to "adjust" himself more often than usual.

  We played this little game for a weeks until one afternoon while I was pretending to be asleep, my hardon sticking straight out of my shorts, leaking and throbbing. I felt dads big strong hand on my arm gently shaking me. He whispered my name, I slowly opened my eyes and drowsily, acting sleepy and confused I asked him what was up. "you're sticking out" Dad said, gesturing to my crotch, his hand just inches away from my exposed, throbbing cock. "yeah" I said, not knowing where I got the courage to act so casual about it "It's always hard like this" I told him "I wake up this way, I get hard at school, in the car, on the bus" thats when I shocked both of us and instead of covering myself I reached down and squeezed my hard cock and slowly  stroked it a few times and told him "I have to make it squirt sometimes like three or four times a day Dad" if I don't do it, it just stays hard.

   Dad was visibly flustered, sure he got a kick out of showing off his manhood to his little gay boy son and making me crazy, but now there I was, slowly jerking my stiff cock in front of him, looking him in the eye and talking to him man to man. "Well just leave it alone, it will go away" was all he could mange to sputter out nervously as he looked quickly back to the TV.

 This was my chance and I went for it. "I better go take care of this" I told him as I got up to go into my room, I paused though and by now standing right in front of my Dad I stroked my cock and innocently asked him "is this ok Dad?" I played dumb "is it bad for me to do this? I'm not hurting it am I" he stared at me slowly jerking myself off in front of him "but it it feels so good dad"  flustered and red faced Dad said "just go do what you've got to do" , I responded with a quick OK and ran into the bathroom. 

   By now I was so Hard I was seeing stars. I couldn't give up now, I couldn't let this chance pass without doing something! So I made sure to leave the bathroom door open just enough so he could see me in there jerking off. Out of the corner of my eye I could see him furtively watching me, gym shorts pulled down, long tan legs, jacking my cock with one hand and rubbing my chest with the other. Knowing Dad's eyes were on me made me come that much harder, shooting loads and loads of my boy cum all over the mirror and sink.

  After that we went back to our daily routine. I'd run home from school, he'd be on the sofa. I'd pretend to be asleep and would get a hardon as  Dad sat next to me cigarette in hand, his big balls hanging low and hot, but now, I couldn't believe what I was seeing, his cock was hanging out too! it was nice size, much bigger than my boy cock. It was thick, long and uncut and soft. Hanging nestled between those big, smooth low hangers. I thought my heart would stop when I first saw it. I couldn't stop staring, my mouth hanging open. Dad just smirked and smoked his cigarette, watching the TV and pretending he didn't know he was making me crazy horny and harder than ever. 

   I couldn't take it any more, now that I'd seen his cock I had to have more, I wanted to touch it, hold it, stroke it, make it get hard and shoot. I imagined my small hands gripping his thick shaft as it thickened and lengthened.

  I was suddenly shocked out of my daydream by the sound of dads voice "you see something interesting down there?"

Next chapter: Dad takes control