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  • Watching dad

    • I had moved back in with my folks after being out on my own for some time. I had finally come to grips with being gay and being sexual. I loved to jerk off...it was my favorite hobby. I never pegged myself as someone who was voyeuristic, but one afternoon I just couldn't help myself. It was around 11 am one weekend and my mother had left to spend time with her friends. I could hear my dad up rustling about so I decided to get out of bed and start the day. As I walked across my room I could hear the bathroom door shutting. I opened my door to see that my dad had just gone into the washroom. I figured I'd lay back down for a bit until he had finished. After 10 minutes, I started to get kinda horny...started thinking dirty thoughts (hmm wouldn't it be funny if dad was in there jerking off right now??). My dad was a stocky man, very tanned and hairy with chiseled good looks. I always wondered if his dick was nice and thick like mine was... Curious I got out of bed and crept down the hall. It was so quiet in the house that my breathing sounded like a machine. I put my ear up to the door and just started to listen...my breathing got so hard that I actually had to hold my breath...suddenly I could hear something, a wet slapping noise. At first I wasn't sure but then I knew it was the sound of my dad just pounding his wet cock.

    My heart started to pound...I can't believe I'm hearing this? The more I just held my breath and put my ear closer to the door the more I could start to hear every move, every breath.... this was sooo fucking hot...and it was my old man!!?? Just the thought that he was in there pleasuring himself sent my dick into rock hard status (I couldn't start to jerk off listening to my dad....could I??).

    The jerking got more intense and he started to let out a soft moan of enjoyment...."slap slap, slap," his wet dick made the most desirable noises. I just wanted to open the door and suck all the delicious precum off of it.

    I couldn't take it anymore...my cock was throbbing...I pulled down my shorts and started to pound my cock with my fist. I was so hard and so excited by the odd situation that it wasn't long before I exploded into my hands. Trying to catch it all I ran back in my room. Wiping off my hands and laying back on my bed I just lay there thinking about what just happened...did he hear me? Was I dirty for wanting to listen, and to pleasure myself while he did? I couldn't help but wonder...if the opportunity came up again....would I "grab it?"

    ***

    After finding out that my dad liked to pound his cock about as much as I did I got into the habit of playing with myself whenever he did. Although he was behind a closed door, putting my ear to the crack of the bathroom door and envisioning what lies behind it was enough of a "dirty treat" to keep me satisfied. One afternoon, however, to my delight...my dirty little treat to a fantastic turn.

    It was about 1pm in the afternoon on a Sunday. My mother had left for the day and I advised my dad that I was going to take a nap downstairs (hopefully he would see this as a golden opportunity to please himself for the afternoon). After an hour of anticipation I finally heard my father go into the washroom upstairs. After five minutes I bolted up the stairs and proceeded to the outside realm of the bathroom door. Quiet, I waited by the door (is he jerking yet? Is he just using the washroom? Maybe he is shaving?). I started to get frustrated because I couldn't hear anything. I put my head against the door and closed my eyes. "C'mon dad" I thought to myself, "get aroused."

    I backed up a bit, opened my eyes and began to stare at the door. I wish there was a peep hole somewhere. I studied the door and to my delight I noticed a crack of light peering out from the side of the door where I always put my ear. I moved in close, almost hugging the door and put my eye to the crack. Amazed I could sort of see movement, something bobbing up and down.

    I put my ear to the crack and began to smile...there was that delicious slapping noise I longed for. "Is that his fist around his cock I can see?" I wondered to myself. "I needed a bigger crack to look through!" I ran to get a thin knife and returned to the door. Easily the door casing spread apart and to my shock and delight it revealed a clear view of my dad stroking his hard cock.

    It glistened in the sunlight coming in through the window. His eyes were closed and his other hand was pinching his nipple. He looked like he really knew how to please himself. I kept having to hold my breath and then let it out in a quiet blow so he wouldn't hear me. My throat was dry and my heart was pounding in my chest. With one hand making sure the casing stayed spread apart I reached down with my other hand to lower my shorts and caress my hard cock.

    Unknowingly, my dad and I pleased ourselves together for a half hour. Finally he really started to jerk...and so did I. This was so hot...not that I desired to fuck my dad, but that we were both so in tune with pleasure. It was exciting. I imagined he was a naughty neighbor or a sexy roommate whose cock I wanted to see for so long. I just kept staring at its thick, bulbous head and the precum that made it shiny. I busted my load all over the place. SHIT! What do I do now??? Quickly I removed my shirt and wiped it up as best I could. I stood up just in time to see him cum as well. He exploded and groaned. It was awesome.

    I ran downstairs and lay on the couch. Terrified that he either heard me or saw the cum stains... Many times after that day I would take a quick look in my "peep hole" to see what he was up to...and many times I got the pleasure of experiencing a secret masturbation session with my dad. I'm not sure if he heard me or knew what was going on... and to this day...he's never said a thing...


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