Dad spent the hot afternoons napping in front of the TV on the sofa in the living room. His “uniform” around the house being just baggy white cotton boxers and a white tee.
He was a big hunk of a man, almost fifty when I was born, but still riding rodeos and doing stunt work for movies, mostly westerns. He had a head of silver wavy hair, broad shoulders, tan, tatted muscular arms and always had a cigarette…and he was hung like a bull.
Mom worked full time, but dad was home a lot and between rodeos and stunt work he spent most afternoons at home, lounging on the sofa under the air conditioner napping, only waking up to see what was on the TV and to smoke another cigarette.
Those were the times I waited for when dad and I were alone at home! I’d spend the day at school imagining him laying there, I couldn’t wait to get home and I’d get hard as a rock, reaching down and adjusting my boner hoping nobody would notice.
Most days I’d slip in the door trying not to wake him, hoping to catch him asleep. I’d quickly change into my skimpy gym shorts and a tee and then get as close to dad as I could to see what I could see.
He’d be stretched out on the sofa, one leg bent with his foot on the cushion, the other on the floor and his big lowhangers just sagging out the leg of his boxers. I’ve seen a lot of porn in my life, but I’ve rarely ever seen a pair of balls as gorgeous as my dads. Big goose egg balls in a low hanging sack of smooth, soft pink skin.
At least I imagined they were soft, it took a while before I actually got up the nerve to actually touch them, and the day I did finally got to touch them, hold them, stroke them, I’ll never forget.
That afternoon dad was stretched out on the sofa so I dropped myself down in the big arm chair just opposite him. I remember that he’d opened one eye, asked how school was, relight his cigarette then after a few minutes of TV dozed back off again. That’s was my signal to reach down releasing my throbbing boner from my gym shorts and slowly begin to jerk off, gripping my hard little drooling cock, I searched every inch of dads tan, strong body. His broad shoulders, his big hands and tatted arms and not just those big balls of his but this time the head of his uncut cock had slipped out too!
I remembered my heart pounding in my chest the first time I saw his cock. I’d seen his big balls for years growing up, but it wasn’t often those baggy boxers of his rode up just right so his cock would flop out too!
I saw that dad was uncut and I couldn’t take my eyes off it! I was used to playing with my own little smooth uncut cock, but dad had a really nice big cock and it was uncut! His loose folds of skin gathered around the head of his big cock as it nestled between those low hangers was enough to make me cum right there…and I did.
A few times in the past when dad was asleep I’d slip over and sit on the floor right in front of the sofa, his balls and cock only a foot or two from my face and I’d breath in big whiffs of his hot sweaty body and I’d Jack myself off for a while, then slip back into the chair before he could wake up and caught me!
That day though I couldn’t hold back, seeing dads cock flipped out like that across his big nut sack and only inches from my face! I reached down gripping my throbbing boner and jerked off furiously, barely able to breath, pulling up my tee and shooting a hot load of cum all over my flat smooth belly and chest and splattering my face. I quickly jumped up and ran to my room to change tees then ran back to sit and stare at dad as he slept, his balls laying across cool leather of the sofa.
Most days I would stay in the arm chair drooling over dad then go to my room and jerk off. Again. Sometimes though I’d get pretty bold and I’d pretend to fall asleep and let my boner stick out the leg of my gym shorts, forcing dad to “wake me up” and tell me to cover up. A few times I got brave enough to not cover up when he’d made a point to wake me and instead I slowly stroked it instead while innocently asking him questions about the changes happening with my body and how my dick was always hard and how good it felt when I made it squirt.
Dad would always sit there looking slightly awkward as I jerked off then he’d stop me and tell me to go finish off in my room. I’d go to my room and shoot a load in there, but with the door just open enough so he could still watch if he wanted…and he did.
This one afternoon though I didn’t go to my room, I stayed there, my hard cock out and drooling, half pretending to cover it up with one hand but still slowly stoking and squeezing it with the other. Again he told me to go back to my room and finish myself off before I came back to the living room.
I kept slowly jerking off right there in front of him, saying “but dad it feels soooooooooo good” he shook his head “ok, then go to your room and do it!” was his response, giving my elbow a tug lifting me to my feet, he smacked me on the butt and said “go on, go play with it in there!”
Dad was still half sitting up on the sofa in his boxers, his balls and cock still out when I noticed his cock was beginning to look somehow different, bigger, thicker. The folds of gorgeous loose skin had pulled back half way and the pink tip of his cockhead and piss slit were showing…he was starting to get hard.
I was standing only a couple feet away from him, my boner in my hand practically pointed at his face, slowly jerking off in front of him, for him. “It feels so good daddy” I told him again, his eyes not moving away from my slim tan young body, he was watching me slowly stroke myself, drops of precum sliding slowly between my fingers as I gripped my hard little cock “it feels so good, you do this too don’t you? Do you play with yours too?” I asked innocently as I jacked off in front of this big handsome grown man who made me so hard.
Before he could answer I pointed to his cock saying “I wish I still had that part” he looked down and quickly adjusted himself so he wasn’t showing any more. Then looking back up at me he gave me another playful spank on the butt saying “you! Back to your room, go play with that as much as you want in there, I’m trying to get a nap, that rodeo kicked my ass this week” I got another little smack “go on! You horny kid!” He told me and pointed me in the direction of my bedroom.
frustrated, I put my stiff cock back in my shorts and went back to my room, I was about to jerk off with the door slightly open again like I usually did, knowing his eyes were on me always made me cum. But this time I just slipped into my room and waited, I hadn’t given up yet. After a short time dad had stretched out again, finished his cigarette and I couldn’t help but notice that he kept reaching down to adjust himself, something told me that his half hard cock was still twitching and the sight of his handsome young son jerking himself off in front of him and obviously lusting after him was still on his mind. Eventually his eyes closed and I could hear soft snoring, he was out.
I tiptoed back into the living room and saw right away that dad was out cold, his boxers bagging open and his beautiful big loose balls and uncut cock on full display hanging out the the left leg of his boxers.
I was done playing games, acting innocent, he’d seen me hard, he’d let me jerk off in front of him, he was obviously enjoying the attention,hell, he’d gotten half hard and sent me to my room, probably afraid to act on his feelings, not wanting anything to happen that he’d feel guilty about later.
This time I sat down on the floor directly in front of where he was sleeping on the sofa. His cock was thick, rolls of foreskin still wet with precum from getting half hard when he’d watched me jerk off for him. His balls were huge, two big gorgeous goose eggs that I’d dreamt about touching for years.
Slowly and almost imperceptible I reached out and touched one with the tip of one small, pink, finger. A slight quiver ran through his body, but didn’t wakened him. I took my one hand and gently cupped both balls, they were warm and smooth and the loose ball sack smooth and soft as silk.
Gently, slowly, I caressed the back of his sack with the palm of my hand and with the other I gently petted the top of his cock, caressing the shaft and head. Over and over I gently stroked his cock with one hand as I palmed his balls in the other.
Once again his cock began to twitch and lengthen, the foreskin rolling back exposing the pink cock head, the shaft thickening, no longer laying across his ball sack, but lengthening and beginning to harden. Dads breathing grew deeper and he shifted slightly releasing a low, barely perceptible moan.
I firmly gripped dads hardening cock and slowly began jerking him off. Dads cock throbbed and hardened, the head fully exposed, now deep red almost purple and drooling big glistening globs of precum. I began moving my hand faster and faster up and down the pulsating shaft, and with the other hand I still palmed his balls stroking them from behind, feeling his hips slowly to begin pushing in and out with each stroke.
I looked up every few moments, his eyes were still closed but he was no longer snoring, his mouth now slightly open with short intakes of breath and then at one point he began to bite his bottom lip.
My head was bursting, I actually had dads dick in my hand jacking him off! I reached down pulling my own cock out, I was soaking through my tiny gym shorts, it would only take me a few strokes and I’d be gushing cum!
As I jacked dad off with one hand I jerked myself off with the other. I couldn’t take the temptation any longer, I leaned forward and with the tip of my pink little tongue I licked the precum off the tip of dads now throbbing boner. He tasted sweet and I wanted more. I parted my lips taking the whole head of dads hard cock into my wet, hot mouth.
With that I splattered him with a huge geyser of cum. I instantly felt his big hardon engorge, throbbing harder in my hand, the head growing even bigger and filling my mouth. Instantly hot cum erupted from his hard throbbing cock, choking me and drenching my face, my arm, his broad tan chest and drooling down his big hanging ballsack. He groaned loudly shooting his load squirt after squirt and squeezed my little shoulders so hard with those huge muscular hands of his until I thought he’d break them.
Afterwards neither of us moved for a few moments, not knowing what to say. Finally dad sat up saying “so, ya happy now?” I blushed “I thought I told you to go to your room and do that by yourself” he said sternly. I just blushed more looking up and told him, “well I did, but it felt so good I wanted you to feel good too daddy…it did feel good didn’t it?” I asked so quietly he could barely hear me. “Well yeah…” he stammered. I cut him off “I just wanted you to feel good too daddy, I love you daddy and I wanted to make you squirt like when I do it and you did! You squirt a lot! And your dick is so big! And your balls are huge!” He was smiling now “and the skin on the end of your dick tastes sooooo good!”
“What?” Dad suddenly sat straight up “you tasted it?” I blushed “yeah daddy, when I put the head in my mouth is what made you shoot!” Before he could say anything I leaned forward taking the head of his cock into my mouth briefly giving it a gentle sucking then looked up into his eyes and told him “if it felt that good while you were asleep, then it’s going to feel really good this time now that you’re awake” and I leaned back down taking the head of dads cock into my mouth and stroking the shaft and Dad just moaned and laid back down…
