I would never consider myself gay which I felt I demonstrated over and over again by the number of girlfriends I had over the years along with all the masturbating I did to images of women, some even with their clothes still on where I could just imagine them naked. I guess that is the case for most teenagers growing up.
My name is Robby and I am in my mid-twenties. I have a younger brother and two very conservative parents, David and Karen. My parents were not very affectionate either to each other or their sons. I wondered often if they even had sex more than twice and that was just to conceive us boys.
As I reached my mid 20's, my viewing of porn and masturbating fantasies changed a little bit to include thinking about men and their big cocks. I wondered if there was something wrong with me and whether I might be bisexual. I found myself stroking my hard 8 inch cock to thoughts and images of big hard cocks as much as big tits and round asses of hot porn stars.
I never thought these fantasies would ever turn into something real. Just too much to risk both in reputation and disease to find someone to live out some of these fantasies. I was from a small town and there were just too many risks. Those thoughts all changed one day while stopping by my parents house after hanging out at the local bar with friends. I had a couple of beers, but not enough to even feel the least bit drunk.
Coming in the kitchen door and making my way down the hall to the family room, I saw an image that would now be tattooed to my brain for the rest of my life. My dad was sitting in his big lounge chair watching TV which was normal. What I thought was not normal was the fact that his pants were unzipped and he had his cock out. He was slowly stroking it with his eyes closed. I wondered what he was thinking about.
I froze for a second and didn't move. Dad hadn't seen me, thank goodness. I slowly backed up out of view and then turned and walked through the kitchen to the door. So many thoughts running through my mind and I didn't know what to do. Did I really see what I thought he saw? Was his father actually masturbating in the family room? I never knew his dad had sexual thoughts any more or ever.
Instead of just leaving and going back to his apartment, I decided to walk out the door and then re-enter making as much noise as possible so dad would be aware that someone was now there in the house. I waited a good 15 minutes to let dad finish what he was doing. Who was I to deny my dad a good cum session.
After 15 minutes, I open the door again and closed it loudly. I then proceeded to make some noise in the kitchen looking for a snack. Yelling out to dad to see if he wanted anything. I got the answer of "no thank you." After grabbing an apple, I made my way into the TV room. I acted like I hadn't just seen my dad masturbating, but couldn't get the thought out of my mind.
We chatted for awhile about nothing special while my thoughts kept drifting to what I had witnessed and what I thought about it. Those thoughts continued with me as I drove home to my one bedroom apartment that was just a few miles from my parents house.
Climbing into bed that night, sleep alluded me as my thoughts kept focusing on my dad's cock. It wasn't as big as mine, but it was a nice size and I liked the way he was slowly stroking it like he had all the time in the world for his fantasy to play out. As I thought, my hand was now stroking my own hard cock very slowly just like dad. I couldn't remember the last time my cock was this hard or when I came this much when I finally exploded with the thoughts of my father stroking his cock just a couple of hours ago still in my head. What did this mean?
The next morning, I woke up in a good mood. It was nice to realize dad was still sexual and got horny just like everyone else. I thought about how frustrated my father must be because my mother was even less affectionate that he was. She never wore anything remotely revealing and seemed very prudish about anything that seemed sexual on TV. I guess it made sense now that my dad would turn to masturbation in place of actual female contact.
I wondered now how often my dad did this and if I would ever be lucky enough to see him doing it again. These thoughts brought on another hard on which I gladly stroked up and down and came with the same force as the night before.
