Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2002 23:52:27 -0500 From: K Andrews Subject: Exploring My Father, Part 1 Exploring My Father, copyright 2002 kastorywriter Email me at kastorywriter@hotmail.com All the usual disclaimers apply. If you're offended by sexually explicit material, or if it's illegal to view this material in the area where you live, stop right now and go read something else. Exploring My Father, Part 1 As early as I can remember I was interested in my father's body. He was so tall and handsome and masculine that my eyes were always drawn to him whether he was clothed or naked (but especially when he was naked). He was tall like I am with a solid build. He was a big man but he wasn't fat--you might call him big boned. He was always clean cut and clean shaven, with dark brown hair and deep dark eyes. He had a hairy chest and a thick dark trail that ran from between his pecs down to his bush. He was a sight to see. I can remember being very young and being very interested in seeing his cock. Of course, at that age my cock was small and hairless, with a very small, smooth sac up tight underneath it. My father wasn't modest, so I would see his cock and balls often, and I always looked at them as long as I could without staring and drawing attention to myself. Even at that age I knew there was something naughty about staring at my father's cock like that, but it was so beautiful that I just couldn't help myself. He was cut, and his shaft was on the thick side. His glans was quite prominent with a very wide flare and a thick ridge that separated the glans from his shaft. When he wore his briefs you could always make out the ridge because it was so pronounced and it pushed so hard against the fabric. His piss slit was very wide and very long---easily the longest slit I've ever seen. And his balls hung so perfectly: they were large nuts that hung low and easy in a very soft sac, a couple inches below the length of his dick. He was so perfectly proportioned and I thought his organ looked so manly. He wasn't overly large, but that didn't matter to me. I was young and small and his cock huge and beautiful. Just above his organ sprouted a huge, thick, dark bush. It was at least as large as his hand, and it spread up and away from his shaft, spreading onto his upper thighs. I'd look at that hair and dream about being just like him because I knew that bush was what it meant to be a man. I would take every opportunity I could to see him naked or just to get a good look at his cock. As I said, he wasn't modest, so I'd see it fairly often, when he'd strip to get changed with the door open or he'd walk from the bedroom to the bathroom to shower or wash up. I'd love to go sit on his bed as he got changed so I could watch him walk around so casually, his cock and balls bouncing and swaying from side to side as he walked around the room. I'd stare as much as I could, but I would always be careful not to let him see me. I didn't want him to think I was weird. I also used to love to watch him piss. I remember one time while we were traveling to see my grandparents. I was 5 or 6 at the time, and because all the urinals were full, we both went into a stall to pee. I pretended to nonchalantly pull out my small cock and start to pee as I watched his every move. He unzipped his jeans and fished his cock out of the fly. I marveled at the chiseled features of his glans and how they flared so widely. My glans were barely distinguishable from my shaft, and I hoped my cock would be like his someday. He looked up at the ceiling as he started to piss, so I got to watch him without having to look away or peer at him out of the corner of my eye. As I watched his slit seemed to open wider as the thick stream of piss started to flow out of the tip of his shaft. The slit was so wide that the stream made a huge thundering noise at it hit the water in the bowl. I was so intent on watching him that I forgot I had to pee and just stood holding my small member, feeling it getting stiff between my fingers. I marveled at the size of his slit and wondered what it would be like to put my finger in it. After about a minute the stream slowed down as the slit began to close, and I looked away just as he looked down to start shaking his cock and check to see how I was doing. I tried to shove my stiff cock in my pants as quickly as I could, but I'm sure he saw I was hard because he gave me a little smirk before he asked if I was all set. I nodded as he tucked his organ in his pants and reached to flush the toilet. I remember another time when I was about 6, and I came home from a friends house and went upstairs to see my father in his bedroom. He'd just come back from playing tennis with one of his friends, and had just emerged from the shower. He had on his robe and was lying back on his bed with his feet flat on the bed and his knees in the air, staring at the ceiling. He didn't have a thing on under his robe, and his crotch was facing the door as I walked in. I had the best view then that I'd ever had of my father's manhood: the very center of his masculinity was right there in front of my face, and I stood dumbfounded by its beauty. His nuts hung full in their soft, furry sac, resting gently on the bed. His cock was draped over his nuts, the sculpted head pink and moist after his shower. He didn't know I was standing there, so I stood quietly and just took in all his glory. I so wanted to touch him, to feel him and his manhood, but I knew it would never happen. As I started at his crotch wide open in full few I could feel myself stiffen in my jeans, feel the tightness in my groin as my small member grew fully rigid. I reached down and squeezed my dick, and it felt good squeezing it while staring at my father in all his glory. I felt so close to him right that minute; seeing him so exposed and vulnerable gave us an intimacy like we hadn't had until then. Sure, I'd seen his cock before, but I'd never seen him so wide open and so exposed. I knew then that I had to do whatever I could to touch him...