we’ll both blow off a couple of nice big loads.”
“Standing proud, soldier,” he always said when I threw a bone.
making loud splashing noises iub.
“OK, Dad,” I said, relutly letting go of my urgently throbbing
replied. I played with my boner for a few moments while Dad finished
caught up with some buddies at the malt shop. Mom was home by the
After Dad left for work, I went to the bead surfed for a while, then
“Hi Dad … Mom’s home.”
a wink, and I’d blush and feel my heart qui every time.
inches fast enough to poke a. Dad saluted it and I returhe
Dad was aware of what I was doing, and pretty soon his own heavy
gesture, saluting from the head of my diother little ritual of ours.
get it. It was Dad, calling from work!
never fet the m that summer of ’62 when I was taking a bath.
“From the looks of it, I’d say it was on its way to being even bigger,” he
time I returned.
“Look, Dad, I think it’s almost as big as yours now,” I said with a grin.
rearing up from it nearly sent me over the edge as I pounded my teenrod,
But then the ph. Mom was busy i and asked if I’d
Nothing used to give me a hardon like watg my father shave. I’ll
baby-maker was swelling up from its dark of thick, soft pubic hair. I
“Damn, I was afraid she might be. Listen, son — I gotta work late anyway,
“Hi, son,” he said, speaking softly.
building up inside me.
shaving, getting more and more aroused as the tingly feelings started
loved my father’s big mase bush and the sight of his thick ere
Dad came in to shave, and my horny teendick sprung up to its full seven
Dammit, I thought to myself, there goes my fun with dad.
“Save it, slugger,” said Dad. “Save it for later. I’ll e home early and
cock.
the office ’til ab
they’ve moved the big presentation forward. It’s just gonna be me here at