Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2007 21:56:36 -0800 (PST) From: Briar Underwood Subject: Spying on Daddy This story is completely fictional. Any similarities to people and events that have happened is purely coincidental. Remember that the people in this story are fictional, so the fact that they aren't using condoms does not mean you shouldn't. Play safe. If you have any questions or comments, please email me at briarunderwood@yahoo.com and you can send me an instant message on AIM: igvoral Spying on Daddy by Briar Underwood At a young age, I thought my dad was so big. I thought he could have been a superhero. The first time I saw him naked that I can remember, I was 6 and we were taking a bath. He shampooed my hair and rubbed soap over me. I remember him getting out of the bath to take a piss. That's when I was hooked. I saw my dad shoot a stream of hot yellowish liquid into the toilet. It went on for ages. He shook himself off and got back in the bath. I'm fourteen now, and my dad no longer takes a bath with me. In fact, I don't even remember him being nice to me since I was ten. Whenever I do something wrong, he hits me. It's been going on like this since my mother died. Dad and her were inseperable, and when she left us, she took his soft side. Now I live alone with him in our two bedroom bungalow. However, there's something that hasn't changed since I was six. I loved to watch my dad take a piss. It's not just my dad anymore, either. I watch other guys in public restrooms when I go take a piss. But that's another story. My name is Jared, and I'm 5 feet 9 inches tall. I'm not too fat, but I'm not terribly skinny, either. I've got an average body for a fourteen year old. And being fourteen, I haven't got a big dick. I sport a 5 and a half incher that I play with every chance I get. My dad's name is Mark. He's 5 feet 11, and he's really buff. I still think he could be a superhero. He has roughly a 7 inch dick. I know because I spy on my dad almost every day. It's not the best idea to reveal to him that I'm spying on him. Not only is he an abusive dad, but he's completely homophobic. I don't think he'd approve of me spying on a man let alone my own dad. I do it anyways, though. I love to see him piss; especially after he's held it for a long time. It comes out in buckets then. I've always spied on him from the door. He never shuts it completely, and from the doorway I can see him reflected off of the mirror. One day, though, the bars for the toilet paper holder broke off of the cabinet it was attached to. It left a hole big enough to shove a finger through. This hole made my year. It was right next to the toilet, so I had a perfect view of my father when he would take his piss. I only had to get in the cabinet before he came in, and I'd be set. The next day, I rushed in the door after school. My dad comes home 10 minutes after I do on Thursdays. All I had to do was get into the cabinet and wait for my dad to come home. I was ecstatic because I knew he would be holding it in all day. He doesn't like to use the portable toilets at his construction job. I squeezed myself into the cabinet and moved my head into the only comfortable position: with my eyes right next to the hole. My dad came in the door not a minute after I succeeded, and I heard him come into the bathroom. He stood next to the toilet and pulled out his dick. My own was rock hard and throbbing like crazy. He started to piss when all of a sudden he screamed "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" He opened up the cabinet and pulled me out. I had a huge boner and couldn't hide it very well. "Well," he said. "What the fuck were you doing in there?" "I was...I was watching you pee. I like to watch you pee." "WHAT THE HELL?" he screamed. "And you've got a hard on? You get a hard on from looking at me take a piss?" He punched me in the cheek and pushed me toward the bathtub. I didn't know what he was doing, but the whole time, I didn't lose the rock hard boner in my pants. "If you like watching me so much," my dad said, "I'll let you watch up close. Get in the tub." I took off my shirt and pants and my boner popped out. I got in the tub and grabbed my dick, stroking it a little. "What the hell!" my dad yelled. "You really do like it. Well here's what you get for being a fucking pervert!" He took off his pants and started to piss on me. It was so ironic. He thought he was punishing me, but I loved every moment of it. He pissed on my chest and the hot liquid ran down my sides. I used one hand to rub it around and the other to jack myself off. He moved on to my face and yelled, "OPEN YOUR MOUTH!" I obeyed like a dog, and his hot, steaming, salty piss filled my mouth. I let it cover my face and run down my throat. It was so hot, I creamed right there all over my chest. "Get on your knees," he said, and I got up. He pulled my head towards his dick, and I knew what he wanted. I opened up, and swallowed his head. But he didn't want just his head played with. He grabbed my head with both hands and skull raped me. I gagged as he slammed his dick into my throat. He slowed down a little and thrusted a few times. I worked his dick for what seemed like hours. Soon his balls started to contract, and my tonsils were met with streams of cum. His whole body shook as his daddy cream filled his little boy's belly. He pulled out and then looked at me right in the eye. "I hope you get used to this," he said, "because everyday after work, you better be in this tub waiting for me."