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  • My boyhood desires

    • My first thought, or memories of my father in a sexual way were as a little boy in the shower. And as my memory has it he was six feet tall with a hairy chest, big shoulders, about 190 lbs, and in great shape. I tried to touch his big, thick cock. I think he said, "No," and pushed my hand away from his cock.

    As I grew up, I remember watching my father walk around the house in jockey shorts and looking at his cock head outlined in his pouch. My God I wanted it. I would try putting on his jockey shorts when he wasn't there and instantly get hard. Also after he showered, I remember peeking through the keyhole of his bedroom door, watching him dry his naked body with a towel, and hoping to get a view of his cock.

    I remember in the summers trying to be around him when he undressed to put on a bathing suit. I just wanted to get a look at his cock. Sometimes the two of us would watch TV in the basement. Sometimes he would be wearing a robe with either jockeys underneath, or nothing at all if he had just been in a shower. Othertimes Dad would wear a terry towel shaving wrap with nothing underneath. I wanted so much get under that towel, to get his cock in my face.

    Sometimes when we sat on the couch together wathing TV, Dad would stretch and push his legs into my thighs. I would get hard instantly when he did that.

    There were times when Dad would lie on his stomach so I could rub the back of his sore legs. While massaging his legs, I would try to push his body to get his cock to rub against the rug to make him get a boner.

    A few times, we were on separate couches in the basement and I would get hard looking at Dad. I'd put my hand in my shorts to push my cock down to keep it from tenting and Dad would say, "Stop touching yourself."

    And when Dad was in the basement alone, I would get under the balcony and look through the basement window to spy on Dad while he watched TV alone. I wanted to see him rub his cock through his robe, shaving wrap or jockeys.

    I remember lying in bed, pretending to be asleep and uncovering my leg with just my cock covered, hoping to entice Dad to come into my bedroom. My fantasy was for him to come in wearing just his jockeys. In my dreams, he'd come sit on my bed and get a boner. I'd see his cock tenting in his jockeys. He'd put his hand on my chest and his cock would throb. Then he would feel my body, touch my cock and then over and kiss me, lie on top of me and rub his cock against mine. Those were the deepest desires of my boyhood.


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