I don’t really know why I’m sharing this, but fuck it, there’s no reason not to. It happened back in August when my dad and I went to another city for a quick trip. We stayed at our family house, but we were only there one night and the place was super dusty, so we just cleaned the master bed enough to sleep in it together. It was August in an Arab country and the heat was brutal.
My dad was wiped out from driving all day, so he went to bed early. I stayed up a bit watching TV in the living room. There was some faint light coming from a lamp in the hallway, just enough to see clearly without it being too bright. When I finally got in bed, I saw my dad sleeping in just his loose, fluffy boxers. He’s average height, really muscular with that typical dad belly. The boxers were riding up a bit on his thick thighs. My dad is in his late 40s, still in great shape from years of manual work. He has a solid, thick build with broad shoulders, big arms, and a soft dad belly that sits above a muscular chest covered in dark, thick hair.
The stifling temperature plus a sudden rush of horniness made me strip down to my own boxers and get in bed next to him. Lying there, I was rock hard and couldn’t stop thinking about him. I’ve gotten good at reading his sleep. That light snoring means he’s out cold. His chest was rising and falling slowly and steadily. As soon as I heard that familiar snore, I got this strong urge to touch his dick. I was curious how it felt and whether his pubes were shaved or a full bush. I’ve always loved a thick bush, and that thought pushed me over the edge.
I moved super carefully. I pinched the fabric of his boxers and slowly worked the waistband down, taking several minutes so I wouldn’t wake him. The elastic kept catching on his soft cock, so I had to ease it over gently until it finally slipped below his balls. For the first time, I was staring right at my dad’s naked dick. His cock was resting on a very thick, wild bush of musky dark pubic hair that spread all the way up toward his belly button. Even soft, his loose cut dick looked heavy and thick, with a dark mushroom glans and balls the size of tennis balls.
I couldn’t sleep at all from the adrenaline. I propped a pillow behind me and sat up a little on my side of the bed to get a better view. His thick thighs were spread, his soft cock resting against his belly, and his heavy balls hanging tight. I knew guys get morning wood, and since dawn was approaching, I stayed awake hoping it would happen. He barely moved the whole time, just rolled to his side once, then back onto his back, still dead asleep.
When the sun started coming up, I watched his dick slowly get hard. It thickened up, the veins showing more as it lifted and pointed toward his belly button. It went from five inches soft to a solid seven or more. I was leaking precum like crazy in my boxers. Once there was better light, I got bolder. I wiped some of my own precum on my finger and gently rubbed it on the head of his cock, especially around the frenulum and the slit. I kept it light, just small circles at first. It was the first time I had ever touched my dad’s dick. I couldn’t even believe I had gotten his cock stained with my own thick precum.
I was scared he’d wake up, but I was too horny to stop. I kept rolling my index finger around for a while and, fortunately, he didn’t stir. I felt confident because even when his erection started to go down a bit, he was still snoring deeply. I decided to level things up and seize the opportunity that would never happen again. I kept touching him softly, trying to keep him hard. As the sun went higher and the room got brighter, I noticed a small glistening drop of his glory precum at the tip. I wiped it off and tasted it. It was salty and very sticky. I could feel it on the tip of my tongue. That hit me hard. My precum was on his dick and I had his on my tongue. To keep him
slick, I wiped off another huge drop of my own precum and applied it straight to his shiny, dark, engorged glans. Suddenly, his cock twitched hard. I was fucking scared.
Fearing he was waking up, I immediately stopped everything. Yet despite stopping, his boner didn’t go down. Instead, it began to visibly pulsate. I froze completely, unable to do anything but watch. I could hear him mumbling faintly. He was deep in a vivid dream, and I silently hoped it would end in a wet one. I pulled back and let nature take over. After a couple of intense twitches and hip thrusts, his cock fired thick ropes of cum
across his hairy belly and pecs, with one powerful spurt reaching as high as his upper torso. His hips moved up and down a little, exactly as if he were fucking someone.
Immediately after, he began to stir more actively. I quickly lay back down flat, squeezed my own throbbing dick between my thighs, and pretended to be asleep. He was now awake. I could only imagine what it felt like for him to open his eyes and find his dick exposed in the air and covered in heavy ropes of cum while his own son lay sleeping right beside him. The thought made my boner throb, but I remained perfectly still.
Watching through semi open eyes, I saw him sit up, look down at himself, and mutter, “Fuck, what the hell is that mess?” He tried wiping it off but the cum was stuck deep in his thick chest hair, making clumps. He got up, went to take a piss, and when he came back I could still see the cum spurts on his chest. He was so sleepy and didn’t seem to care and just went back to bed.
Once everything was quiet again, I replayed it all in my head. The image of his throbbing cock shooting cum kept repeating. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I flipped onto my stomach, pressed my dick against the mattress, and humped until I came harder than I ever had. I bit the pillow to stay quiet as I soaked my boxers and the sheet. I stayed on my belly so he wouldn’t see the huge wet spot and eventually fell asleep.
A few hours later I woke up to the familiar sound of my dad clearing his throat and drying his hair with a towel after his morning shower. He was already in a pair of clean, fresh boxers. I stretched, said good morning, and he offered to make breakfast. I waited until he left the room before I got up. My black boxers were absolutely destroyed, soaked and crusty with my cum. I chuckled quietly to myself. Like father, like son. He woke up covered in thick ropes of cum, and now his son had shot an even bigger load right next to him. The genetics definitely didn’t skip me.
I showered quickly and decided to stay in just my boxers too. Shortly after, we sat down together at the table. He was still in his boxers, hairy chest out. I tried not to stare, but he looked incredibly attractive. As I scanned his torso, my eyes caught a tiny dried clump of leftover cum still stuck in his chest hair. I smirked to myself while eating, knowing exactly where it came from. That whole night is still one of my hottest memories, burnt into my mind. I still jerk off thinking about it.
