It's been my experience in life that in general reality rarely lives up to fantasy, however in this particular instance, it simply blew fantasy to hell and back.
I've known since I was a young boy, that I was gay. Despite societal mores to the contrary, my ultimate fantasy was to make love to my dad.
Don't ask me why. Perhaps it was the thrill of "forbidden fruit", or perhaps it was the fact that the man was covered from head to toe in thick dark fur, which in my opinion is the ultimate turn on. Either way, I always sported a secret hard on for my dad.
Many a night I lie there in my bed, as he slept just across the hall stroking my hard on to ejaculation thinking about his body atop mine.
Many a time, I would adjust the Venetian blinds on the bathroom window, so when he was taking a shower I could stand outside the window and watch him strip naked and watch him pleasure himself to orgasm as I did the same standing on a milk crate out in the back yard.
The fantasy became reality, one Saturday morning in the early spring. I was 19 at the time, and by no means was I a stranger to man-to-man sex. For the past year I'd been having a sexual affair with my 36-year-old College Professor. But I digress...
My mother had gone shopping, and my younger siblings had gone with her. I'd been down the street at a friend's house. I came home earlier than expected and as I entered the kitchen through the garage the house was silent, not even the ever-present sound of the television could be heard. I passed into the hallway from the dining room, peering into the living room and my father was nowhere to be found.
My parent's bedroom was at the far end of the hallway, directly across from mine. I soon heard unmistakable sounds of a sexual nature.
Creeping stealth like down the hallway, I inched my way closer to my parent's door, which was ajar about six inches. Peering through, I could clearly see my father's reflection in their dresser mirror. He was laying buck naked, and spread eagle in their bed. Fully exposed in all his glory he was tweaking his firm round copper colored nipples with his left hand. His right hand furiously pumping his more than ample manhood.
I froze in my tracks; my own cock immediately sprang forward causing major discomfort at the seams. Slowly I tugged my shirt off over my head, and stepped out of my jeans. Through the fabric of my white cotton jockeys, I began to manipulate my own growing erection till I could no longer stand it and dropped my shorts to the floor.
My father was just your average working Joe. 5'-11", 185lbs. He had steely blue eyes, and full sensuous lips. Usually clean-shaven, he occasionally wore a moustache and on rare occasions he actually sported a full beard. At this point in time he had a nice well-groomed moustache. His chest was covered in a field of thick, dark fur with only his firm, round nipples protruding. Below the waist, well lets just say I wish the good lord had been as generous to me, as he was to my father. Obviously, the huge cock gene skipped a generation. My dad's cock was a good 9 inches in length, and firm, and thick.
There he was, lost in the moment. His eyes closed tightly, his head rocking back and forth as deep guttural moans escaped his firm lips. His massive cock standing tall and proud between his furry thighs as he worked himself into a stroking frenzy.
