My heart belongs to daddy

Dad was just turning fifty when I was born. By the time my hormones began to rage he had grown into a tan, sexy, silver haired hunk of a guy. There was no mistaking his manliness, those big balls of his just hung down the left leg of his pants, his soft, uncut cock nestled between them.

He wore white cotton boxers that at just the right angle became almost sheer and see through in the daylight coming through the living room window. This wasn't lost on me so I made sure to get an eyeful of cock every chance I got.

He must have been aware of how exposed he was, those big nuts of his dangling out of his boxers as he perched on the edge of the sofa, sometimes his uncut cockhead would peek out too.

Well two can play that game. As soon as I got home from school I'd strip down and spend the afternoon flashing him my cock, right up until Mom got home from work.

Dad was riding rodeos and doing bit parts in Westerns, mostly TV now, so he was home pretty often. that was fine by me.

His free afternoons were spent snoozing on the sofa in those sheer white boxers or even better, sometimes a damp towel, straight from the bath tub. I'd drop myself down in the big leather armchair opposite him so i got a good look at his balls hang'n out and also close enough so I cold "accidentally" have him see my cock and then see where it led.

I'd pretend I'd fallen asleep then I'd get up to use the bathroom or something and make sure he could see the outline of my wet drooling semi in my boxers as I stood in front of the big picture window talking to him.

At some point conversation would slow down and he'd put the TV on and light up another cigarette. I jump back back into the armchair making sure I had a clear view of his balls and once more "fall asleep"

With my arm thrown across my face and my hair tosseled I knew he couldnt see if my eyes were open or closed. He'd chain smoke and watch TV and then it would start. Every now and then he'd absentmindedly reach down and slowly scratch and rub his big low hangers while staring straight ahead at the TV. he must have known he was hanging out, he knew I was watching him and going crazy. I took that as my signal to shift just a little in my chair, one long tan leg thrown over the arm the other stretched straight out, my shorts creeping up with my hard on poke up making them tent.

Dad would now and then give my hardon the side eye, but not acknowledge it. I'd shift again, and moan a little more. This time the head of my hardon was poking out the leg and after a while and with a couple more stretches it was sticking out stiff and throbbing, drooling precum and ready to shoot.

   He'd look over and thats when he's shake my shoulder and point to my erection sticking out "hey, you're sticking out" was all he'd say and go back to the TV. I'd mumble a quick sorry and tuck myself back into my shorts. Most the time I'd try and engage him in some kind of Father son sex talk conversation about boners and jerking off, but he'd just tell me to quite touching it and it would go away. When I was feeling bold sometimes I'd slowly jerk off while I asked him and he'd send me off to my room to "take care of it" I always made sure my door was open just enough so he could see me stretched out on the bed jerking my had cock and knowing his eyes were on me always made me come that much more and that much harder!

This little rotine went on for the good part of a coupe years> Dad's balls would fall out of his shorts I'd be"asleep" my hardon would stick out of my shorts then Dad wold "wake"me and I'd go jerk off furious ly in my room. Either that or I'd just let him catch me jacking off which was always hot. He'd walk into my room to tell me sometin and I'd be stretched out o the bed, tan and smooth, jacking my dick off then sit p acting surprised and cover myself up acting embarassed .

  One afternoon after a couple of hours of teasing and peeking I couldn't take it any more. Dad had fallen asleep on the sofa. Damn he looked good, big and strong, that head of silver hair and his big thick mustache against his dark tan.

Fuck it, I thought and slipped over beside him onto the sofa and began to very delicately just touch his cock and balls. Immediately they responded to my touch. I gently tugged at his foreskin rolling it back exposing his pink cock head and veined shaft. I his big gorgeous balls with both hands as they lifted and shifted, enveloped in soft folds of ball skin.

He was getting good and hard when he suddenly he startled awake, dropping his cigarette on the carpet when he saw that it was my hand that was exploring him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"he barked at me. I was scared shitless, but I wouldnt be put off this timeI was tired of just these little peeks and letting him "catch me" jerking off, then running back to my room with just the memory of his eyes on my hardon making me cum in huge loads that soaked me in my bed. This time I wanted more.

I kept squeezing his boner "But Daddy, I just wanted to see how big it got" I blurted out, "Mine's so small I'm afraid I'm too small and I wanted to see what a grownups looked like and how big it gets, and you said it was normal to be curious and to touch myself and, and..."

I guess I was so startled, excited, confused...I began to choke up and cry. He sat there looking at me so sweetly "don't you have friends you can do this with? Don't you know any boys your age you can do this with and compare size...play with each other?" he asked me ernestly "nope, Dad, the other boys wont do that" which was true, the other boys my age could sense I was doing more than just playing.

"come here" he said softly, "its ok, you just startled me, I was asleep for crissakes" he laughed. He wrapped his big strong arms around me and pulled me in closer kissing me on the forehead. I realized I was still hanging onto his firm cock and I began to gently squeeze it  as he held me close.

"so lets see  whatcha got here" he said as he reached into my shorts exposing my rockhard erection. "damn look how hard you are!" he laughed and squeezed my boner giving it a good shake as he laughed...I gasped and moaned loudly, almost coming then and there. "woe son, slow down, whats the rush?" Then he realized the reason for my extreame arousal "nobody's ever touched you down there before have they?" I slowly shook my head looking up at him from under my tosseled hair..."lean back" he told me in a tone of voice he'd never used with me before

As he slipped out of his boxers he gently spread my legs and kneeled between them as I lay back on the sofa. His hand never left my cock and he gently began stroking me while rubbing my chest with the other. "hmmm, thats nice and hard now, lets compare" he shifted and dropped his big loose balls on mine and gripped both our cocks with his free hand "you're about the size I was at your age" he told me as he began to jerk us both off with the same hand "You've got a nice cock son, noth'n to worry about, you'll have a nice mans cock soon enough,

Dad's big rough hand squeezing our hardons together was more than I could take. I began thrusting my cock in and out faster and faster. WE were both oozing precum and it was wet and slippery and felt amazing, like nothing I'd ever experienced. 

   By now we were both panting and breathing heavy. Dads balls were hanging below my tight nutsack and slapping against my ass. Both our cocks were drooling and throbbing and Dad was stroking us faster and faster. Suddenly his face reddened and he began to shoot a load all over me, first one then another and another squirt of his hot cum. He grunted and rutted his forehead into my cum covered chest. His lips  were just inches from mine and I automatically kissed him on the mouth deeply, my very first kiss. When I felt his hot wet tongue in my mouth I shot more than I ever shot before, more than all those times by myself or even when peaking at dad in the shower. It splattered all over his hairy chest and belly and when he looked up I splattered on his chin.

We laid there together panting and gasping for breath for who knows how long, both of us exhausted and also shocked at how damn good it had been between us. He was my dad, I loved him, I was his Son, he loved me, nothing could ever change that. We had a bond that ran deep and it turns out we're two peas in a pod, the apple doesn't fall far as they say.

After cuddling and half snoozing for a while I spoke up "I love you daddy" I told him "love you too son" he said gently kissing my mouth while giving my warm wet cock a squeeze...it stiffened in his hand immediately "are you kidding?" he just shook his head "again?" and smiled and began to jerk me off again, but this time he leaned down and  brought his handsome face so close to my cock I cold feel his hot breath on it "lay back boy, you're going to love this..."