Dad had fallen asleep that afternoon on the sofa like he always does. Stretched out wearing just his baggy white boxers and tee and he looked tanned and so damn hot. He’d been almost fifty when I was born, a hunky former rodeo rider, stunt man and now he was a silver haired daddy, my daddy.
Mom worked nine to five and dad still got movie work but was home a lot. I’d rush home every day after school to catch those last couple hours of alone time with him. I’d get hard on the way home just thinking about him there on the couch snoozing with his cigarette and beer, the tv playing in the background.
Dad was one big sexy hunk and hung like a bull. I’ve almost never seen balls as big and such low hangers like his anywhere since. As a kid I couldn’t take my eyes off them.
Dad lived in boxers and his balls would always just tumble out, too big to be contained, first a peek of one then the other then both would slowly sag out the leg of the boxers. They were beautiful and as a kid I just couldn’t believe the size!
Every now and then his cock would slip out too, uncut soft and nestled between those big balls of his. I’d just look down at my small cock and right nutsack hoping that some day I’d be as big as dad.
I wondered what it felt like to have balls and a cock that size, to hold them and caress them to squeeze them and to jerk off.
There was only one way to find out, and I didn’t want to wait until I was fully developed, I wanted to somehow get my hands on dads.
I didn’t want to freak him out so I had to be careful, make it seem like the most natural thing in the world. I’d started by letting dad catch me jerking off a few times. I’d hear him coming towards my bedroom down the hall and then when he walked in he’d see me stroking my boner in front of him. I’d act embarrassed and cover up with my hands, making sure the head of my drooling hard dick was poking out just far enough for him to see.
He’d always get a little flustered, telling me just to “leave it alone and it will go away” and he’d turn to leave, but instead I’d ask him questions, getting him to stay a little longer, making sure he could still see my hard dick.
I’d ask him questions about sex and jerking off and he’d answer nervously, his eyes glued to my cock as I slowly stroked and squeezed it. I’d ask him if he did it, I’d ask him how big he was, I’d tell him how I’d caught peeks of his cock and balls as the hung out his shorts and asked if I’d ever be as big as he was.
I was hoping he’d just sit down next me in my bed and earnestly answer all my questions and just let me jerk off with him. Once I told him how much squirted out and how far it would shoot and if he wanted to see?
I could tell he was curious but blown away, I could have just pushed it and gone for it, but I didn’t want to be so obvious, I wanted it to stay innocent to be just my daddy and I sharing something both sweet and natural but also extremely erotic. Dad got flustered and got up and said to stay in my room and to “enjoy myself” and to come back into the living room when I was done.
He wasn’t six feet out the door when I shot a load of hot boy juice that squirted all over myself and my pillow and headboard and dripped off the wall behind my bed. Having dad see me hard and stroking it and asking him about his dick and how big it was had me so turned on I jerked if twice more after that!
When I walked back into the living room dad made a crack about how long I’d been in there I told him “I squirted three times! You should have seen it!”
I decided I had to get my hands on dads big balls and cock, I was done waiting. I knew he’d go for it, we’d almost done it once and he’d almost jerked off with me when I saw him looking at a playboy magazine and had plopped myself down right next to him on the sofa and looked at it with him.
I couldn’t care less about the naked girls he was looking at but there was the occasional naked guy in the couples photo layout so that gave me something to check out.
I reached down squeezing my dick while dad flipped through the magazine and I saw his eyes dart over to my hand a few times. I decided to go for it and let my boner slip out the fly of my shorts like it was the most natural thing in the world and gave it a squeeze.
Dad momentarily gave his crotch an adjustment and a squeeze and we went back and forth doing that for a few minutes. I hoped he’d pull it out and start stroking it so I just started jerking of right next to him! Thigh to thigh, shoulder to shoulder I just started jerking off faster and faster.
I could see his cock outlined in the growing bulge in his boxers and thought this was it, pretty soon dads drooling boner would be out and I’d see it in all its glory throbbing and shooting!
Instead, dad slapped the magazine shut, telling me, ok, how about some privacy heh? And packed me off to my room! I wasn’t about to let that happen ever again, I decided next time I had to be more aggressive.
That next afternoon I came home from school and found dad stretched out fast asleep, in his boxers and tee, balls out and just the tip of his cock peeking out.
Next to him as always was a mouldering cigarette in the ashtray and two empty beers. I knew dad was a lightweight, two beers and he was “crocked” as he put it. It was time to make my move.
I quickly slipped out of my clothes in my bedroom and returned to the living room in just my short tiny gym shorts. I was slim, smooth and tan and my hard cock was already jutting out the leg of my shorts drooling and throbbing.
I sat down quickly at dads feet, only inches away from his cock, I could barely breath and my heart was pounding.
Gently I slipped my small smooth hands up the the leg of his shorts releasing his balls. They were warm and smooth and smelled musky and manly.
I wrapped my fingers around his cock, gently tugging it o out and letting it hand freely. I’d never held another cock in my hand other than my own, it felt so big and with the veins and foreskin it was almost nothing like mine.
With one hand I cupped and stroked the back of his balls and with the other I gently began to roll the foreskin up and down the lengthening shaft if his cock.
His cock responded immediately, thickening and lengthening in my hand. I squeezed, but very gently, fearing he’d wake up and begin yelling, so I was as gentle and my touch was so soft and slow just enough to get him hard.
It was really big, I’d never seen a grown man’s hardon before, not even in a magazine. It was warm, even hot to the touch and it throbbed with the beat of his heart. I was fascinated by the loose foreskin, it’s softness and how pink and shiny it was on the inside. I rolled it back and forth between my soft little fingers and then rolled it all the way down exposing the dark pink, almost purple head that was now drooling precum.
I’d tasted my own precum and had to taste dads, I took one small pink fingertip and caught a dollop of clear shining precum and brought it up to my tongue, it was sweet and delicious, I couldn’t get enough of it.
All this time I assumed dad had been asleep and I was getting pretty bold, sitting at his feet jerking myself off as I jacked his now hard throbbing boner. His breathing grew faster and deeper as I stroked him faster and faster, his balls pulled up and then dropped inside the big soft folds of skin. His cock throbbed and lengthened turning almost purple it was so hard, I couldn’t stop now I couldn’t stop myself! I quickly filled my mouth with the throbbing head of his cock and jacked him off into my mouth as he shot a huge hot load of gushing cum filling my mouth and throat.
His body spasmed and twitched, his muscles clenching tightly and to my shock he shoved his cock deeper into my throat and gasped my name! That’s all it took, I shot a load like I’d never shot before, I soaking dad and myself and just laid there, my head on dads thigh, dads cum on my face and lips gasping for air, just saying over and over again…Daddy.
To get in touch with the author, send them an email.
