THE MOMENT MY LIFE CHANGED
At the age of eighteen, like most teenagers, I was still living with my parents. It was Saturday and after a hard week lugging around scaffolding for a company my Father knew. I fancied a rest, I did'nt have a girlfriend at the time, so I decided to take it easy and stay indoors. My Mother had left the previous evening to spend the weekend with her parents. So the only other person in the house was my Father.
I lay on my bed, trying to work out what I was going to do during the morning. I'd woken early and had already showered. So as usual whenever I got bored I started playing with my dick. My cock was quite a decent size and very good looking. As it was warm, I stood up and took off the grey vest I was wearing. I walked to the window and looked out. It was about eight o'clock in the morning. And while it was raining outside, it was warm in the house.
My dick was aching for some attention. I had discovered the pleasure of not wearing underwear from an early age. I squeezed at the bulge in my Levis, but I decided before any action was going to take place. I would go downstairs and get a bottle of Coke from the fridge.
I walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs. Even though my Father was in, I could'nt hear him. My cock was throbbing, and the outline was clearly visible. I got to the kitchen, opened the door of the fridge and grabbed a bottle of Coke. As I opened the bottle, I heard noises coming toward me.
"Morning Jack, i'll do us some breakfast in a while".
It was my Father, otherwise known as Jim. At the age of forty-seven, my Father was still considered to be good looking. He stood an even six foot tall, and had a well-built muscular physique. This was'nt due to him going to the gym. He was a 'roofer' by trade, and that kept him fit. He was wearing his usual black bathrobe and nothing on his feet.
As I turned to face him, I realised the bulge in my jeans was clearly visible. I looked at my Father.
"Alright Dad?", I said, moving the bottle of Coke down towards my crotch.
My Father smiled.
"I'm just going to have a shower, and then i'll do us some breakfast Jack".
"Alright", I said.
With that, I made a quick exit from the kitchen, and up the stairs to my bedroom. I closed the door behind me, took a swig of cola and placed the bottle on the bedside cabinet. I lay down on my bed, while embarrassed that my Dad may have seen my hard-on. My cock was stiffer than ever. I guess it was the attention I had been given.
As it was overcast outside, it was quite dark in my room. I closed my eyes and guided both hands to my crotch. With one hand I cupped my balls, with the other I traced the outline of my cock. It felt good, I smiled to myself.