Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2005 20:39:37 +0000
From: Matt C <bulgingblue@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Dangling Dick Part 3

The following story is true and you read it at your own discretion. It is
recommended that parts 1 & 2 of this series are read before part 3, however
this is not essential.

One day I was painting an elderly neighbour's fence foe her, I was covered
in the thick, black, rust proof paint when my dad drove past in the car, it
was a Friday, a half day for him. I finished the job and the lady
generously gave me some money for doing her a favour. I got back to my
house, hot and tired to find my dad in the kitchen getting a drink of cola.
I stood and talked yo him for a little while, I told him I was going to the
toilet.

There I was sat down on the john, my back was aching and I was real sweaty.
Dad couldn't have been listening to what I had said as he just walked into
the bathroom. He didn't even apologise for walking in on me, instead he
leant against the shower and stood talking to me. Dad started running a bath
and bent over the side to wash his hands.

How am I going to stand up without him seeing anything? I thought. Not that
he hadn't seen it before of course. Next thing I know he starts stripping to
get in the bath. Disappointingly he only goes as far as his boxers. They are
thin with black and white stripes running down them. I catch a whiff of my
own crotch from the toilet as I sit there and imagine it to be his undies.
Dad turns around and heads back towards the bath, he's missed some dirt and
so goes to wash his hands in the bath once more. I can see his ass from
where I am sitting and the boxers are so tight as he bends over. Whilst I
know he can't see me I reach down and quickly squeeze my helmet and stroke
my ball sack. Just as I finish he turns around, oh no, I've got a semi-on
now. He's definitely going to see my knob!

I ease myself off the toilet whilst keeping the conversation going to
distract his gaze. I wipe my arse and as I do so inadvertently flash my now
hard cock. I look over at him to see if he saw, he did, he was smirking and
grabbed his own crotch. I pull up my trousers, flush the toilet and walk
over to the sink. Dad walks to the toilets but as he does so brushes his
package against mine, giving me a look as he does so. I wash my hands and
dad drops his boxers and goes to the toilet. I didn't look at his cock when
he did this, I don't know why, I wish I had have done now. He sat there with
his trousers round his ankles, talking about work, he was driving me crazy,
I wanted him so bad. He started pissing and I could hear it hitting the
water.

I dried my hands and walked to the door. That was it I thought, no, I need a
release. As I walked to my room to get changed I passed my parents room and
saw a pair of my dad's briefs laying on the floor. I picked them up,
avoiding the creaky floorboard and held them to my chest as I went. I
reached my room and practically ripped the zipper off my jeans, trousers and
boxers around my ankles, I pulled my t-shirt off over my head.

Next, I sit there on my bed, hardon in one hand, pissy boxers in the other,
I gave my shaft a hard squeeze. And inhaled deeply the aroma of his
underwear. I began stroking myself, slowly at first, picturing his tight ass
bent over the bath and cock curled up around his scrotum in his boxers.
Getting faster, now thinking about him sat there with his skiddies around
his ankles, sat on the toilet. At optimum speed I pictured him in the hot
bath, rubbing the soap over his chest and his stomach, over his biceps and
then onto his prick and between his arse cheeks. I thought of him getting
aroused as he cleaned his cock. Pulling the foreskin on his bell-end back to
clean his knob cheese. I imagined him wanking over me, wanking over him in
the bath. I found an area on the boxers where the smell was strongest just
as I cummed, I creamed myself and kept beating my pole until it was pure,
creamy white. I turned his boxers inside out and them over my face and
licked where his dick would have been swaying around in the hot summer
weather.

I mopped myself up with a sock I found on the bedroom floor and returned his
boxers to the original position. Sniffing them one last time before they
were returned and the scent washed away. I dreamt about this scenario for
weeks afterwards. If only my dad knew my feelings for him and how much I
loved him.

End.

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