I wanted to write this down so people could understand how a situation like mine gets started, it's not at all what you might think. I go to community college and live at home with my mom and dad. I figure why pay forty thousand dollars a year to get credits I can get at community college for next to nothing? I plan to transfer to the university as a junior.
I've had a couple of serious girlfriends over the years, but I always broke it off before the heavy 'I love you' phase. Sexually, to be honest, I'd rather jack off. Having a vivid and creative imagination is kind of a curse in that way, because in my head I can have all kinds of wild sex without any consequences.
I know it wont shock you when I say I love porn. I could float through a whole day of tedious bullshit if I knew I was going to the adult book store to pick up a DVD that night. My favorites were always the oral videos. I could watch girls suck dick for hours. I especially like it when three or four guys are being sucked off by one girl. There was one part in one of my DVDs that really got me off. I used to watch it over and over, sometimes in slow motion. This girl had two cocks in her mouth and they kind of slipped out. She held them pressed together, and then rubbed the wet, hard cocks against each other for a while before she put them back in her mouth. Something about those cocks rubbing together drove me nuts.
That was how I realized that I craved cock. I'd never really thought about it, but I think when I watched the oral videos I was mentally putting myself in the place of the girl. I was fantasizing about sucking cock! And not just that, I wanted to eat cum and get fucked in the ass too. I wanted the full treatment. I found myself looking at the bulges in the front of men's pants on the street. It was like a fever or something, I had to have it.
I knew a couple of gay guys at school, but I quickly ruled them out. They were girly, which didn't appeal to me at all. If I was going to be fucked by a man, I wanted it to be a big, burly, manly man. I even stole a pair of my mom's lacy panties and wore them all day sometimes. I had no idea how to find a man like the one I wanted, I was too young to get into a bar, and I wasn't about to meet some stranger from the internet. I was stuck, and meanwhile my craving for cock grew.
One night when I had the house to myself I decided to try on a different pair of my mom's panties. My parents were at my grandma's house, and I knew they wouldn't be back until late, so I went into their room and opened up their hamper. I reached in and immediately recoiled when my hand hit something wet. It was my father's handkerchief. He carried it wherever he went. I lifted it with two fingers and dropped it on the floor. As I continued looking through the clothes a thought occurred to me: My dad didn't have a cold.
I was suddenly in a delirium. I picked up the handkerchief, and when I smelled it, my cock throbbed. It was covered in my father's cum. There was a big glob on it and before I could think, I licked it off and was swirling it around in my mouth. My cock strained at my underwear. I licked as much off of it as I could, and then held it up against my face, inhaling the scent. I opened the front of my pants and started jacking off right there in my parent's bedroom. I'd never come so hard in my life.
I was immediately filled with a burning shame. Had I just eaten my father's cum? The idea made me dizzy.
I cleaned up with some tissues and took the hanky with me back to my room. I had to keep it. I put it with the panties in a bag in the back of my closet. After that I couldn't look at my father the same way. It was like I was seeing him with new eyes. He was taller than me, about six-one, and had salt and pepper hair cut short. He was clean shaven and had a look of supreme confidence in his eyes. He had a small pot belly, and when I'd seen him in his undershirt I'd noticed quite a bit of hair on his chest and arms. All the things that should've made him seem old or unattractive, like the hair or his slight paunch, seemed charge with an intense sexual energy now.
For the next week all I could think about was my dad. Anytime I was even remotely close to him physically, I would get butterflies in my stomach and trip over my words. I knew that I would never actually get to do anything with him, he was my father after all, but I felt like if I didn't I would go crazy. I couldn't think straight around him.
Not long after this my mom had to go out of town for a teacher's conference. My father and I would be alone for five days, and I knew I couldn't let the opportunity pass. At the very least I wanted to get a peek at his cock. The night he had to take her to the airport I shoved three gym socks into my toilet and flushed, jamming it. I let some water go on the floor, and even got the plunger wet so it would look like I'd tried to fix it. When my dad got home I told him my toilet was stopped. "I guess I'll have to use yours for awhile."
"You try the plunger?" He asked.
"Yeah of course."
"If it's still stuck tomorrow I'll call a plumber." He said.
We ate dinner together and laughed about how we were bachelors now that mom was gone. He even winked at me, which got me all flustered. After dinner we watched a little TV together before he said he was tired and was going to get ready for bed. He said good night and I watched him go down the hall to his room. I waited a few minutes before I got up the courage to follow him. I knocked on the half-open bedroom door. "Can I use the bathroom?" I called out.
"Oh, sure. Come on in." He said. I walked past the bed to the bathroom, where he was standing in front of the mirror in his undershirt, brushing his teeth. I stood there awkwardly for a moment. "Go on." He said. "Don't let me stop you."
I didn't have to pee, so he would've known I was faking if I stood in front of the toilet and nothing hit the water. I took a breath and pulled down my pants and underwear and sat on the toilet. He glanced at me in the mirror and raised his eyebrows. He spit and rinsed and said he'd give me some privacy, but when he left he didn't close the door behind him.
From where I was sitting I could see the big mirror on the nightstand which gave me a clear view into the bedroom. My dad was at his dresser and got out a pair of pajama bottoms which he tossed on the bed. He looked up and saw me staring at him in the mirror before he turned away and went toward his closet. My heart began to race as he pulled off his pants and boxers. I had a clear view of his ass, and my dick was growing. He had his hand down in front of him, and I could swear he was messing with himself, but it only lasted a second. Then, slowly, he turned to get the pajama bottoms off the bed.
I could see everything. His cock was thick and uncut and much darker than his skin, and it curved down below his balls. He held the pajama bottoms up as if inspecting them, which gave me all the time in the world to savor the sight of his thick tool. I was at full attention. He took a long time putting on the pants, and he knew I could see him. He took so long that I thought he might be showing me his cock on purpose.
My mouth was watering and I was sweating. That beautiful cock! I had it locked in my mind now. I got up and flushed the toilet. "Thanks dad." I said, rushing past him. I went to my room and barely touched myself before I exploded.
That night I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about that cock! I had his handkerchief pressed against my face as I lay in bed, and I was reveling in the musky smell and the image in my memory. Every noise I heard that night sent my head spinning. Was he coming to my room? Did he know what I wanted? I was sure that he had exposed himself to me intentionally.
By the next morning I had regained a little of my composure. I figured that the idea that he had deliberately shown me his cock was ridiculous. It was all in my mind. I went into the kitchen in my underwear, and my dad was there in his bathrobe, reading the paper and drinking coffee. I said good morning and poured myself some cereal. I sat across from him and began to eat. After a while he looked at me over his paper. "Hey, I meant to ask you," he said, "have you seen my red handkerchief?"
My stomach did a summersault and I looked at him red-faced. "Your handkerchief?"
"Yeah, my handkerchief. It's been missing for over a week. I put it in the hamper and it just disappeared."
I looked at him like he was crazy. "No I haven't seen your handkerchief." I said.
He chuckled. "Okay, I just thought I'd ask." He stood up and took his coffee cup to the sink and I noticed that his robe was untied. He put the cup down and as he turned toward me it fell open for a moment and I saw the object of my desire. From where I was sitting I could've reached out and touched it, it was that close. He looked at me as he closed his robe and tied his belt. "Time for my shower." He said. As he passed me he put a hand on my shoulder. I was stunned. It was intentional. It had to be.
