I knew it was cock, not pussy, that interested me from the time I was 10 years old. In particular, my Dad’s cock. Actually, I wanted everything about my Dad. He was, and still is, a beautiful man. Just over 6 feet and 190 pounds, dark hair and eyes and a wonderful smile. What I loved most was his thick body hair. It started just below his collarbone and fanned out over his well-toned chest, practically obscuring his large dark pink nipples. It narrowed down over his abs and swirled around his navel before disappearing beneath his waistband. It reappeared below the hem of whatever he was wearing and continued down his legs to his ankles, showing up again on the tops of his feet and toes.
Dad wasn’t an overly modest man, but since I had a little sister, I never saw him completely naked. Around the house he usually wore his jockeys, nice tight jockeys that left little to the imagination, or baggy shorts with wide legs. At night he would sometimes wear just a robe--a very short robe.
The first time I saw his cock and balls, was a Sunday morning. Mom had taken my sister to church. I had been sick the night before and Dad had stayed home to look after me. I had slept in that morning and when I woke up I headed straight to the bathroom with my piss hardon tenting my jockeys. I emptied my bladder, flushed and headed back up the hall to my room. Just before I turned into my room, I noticed that Dad was laying on the couch. All I could see were his bare feet. The rest of his body was hidden around the corner. I peeked around the corner and there he was, lying on his back in his robe. It was only closed at the waist. His very hairy chest and belly were exposed and so were his thighs. He had a book in one hand and was scratching his cock and balls with the other.
He hadn’t noticed me, so I just stood there and watched him. I didn’t have a clear view of his equipment because his hand was in the way, but each time he reached down to scratch his balls, his huge cock flopped over his thigh. It was soft, but it was still enormous! It had to be 5 inches long and an inch & a half across with a dark pink/brown helmet head. It looked very much like mine except it seemed 10 times bigger. Then he moved his hand from his balls to his cock and gave it a gentle tug exposing his egg-sized balls in their very hairy sac to my eager eyes.
He reached up to turn the page and then put his arm behind his head, exposing an extremely hairy armpit to my view. Dad sniffed at his pit and then I saw his tongue slide out and into the mass of dark brown hair in his armpit. The tip of his tongue played with the hairs for a moment and then he lowered his arm and began to flick at his one of his nipples with a fingernail. The Dad began to pull and twist the nipple. His eyes closed, his head went further back and his mouth opened. I heard a soft moan escape.
Then he shifted slightly, turning partially onto his side, facing toward me. His far leg went up on the back of the couch exposing his whole crotch to me. His cock and balls flopped down across his thigh and I could see the crack of his ass! Actually, I could see the dark fur curling into the crack, as the hair was so thick I couldn’t actually see the crack.
Dad continued to lay that way and read for several minutes then he reached down and undid the belt of his robe and threw the flaps back. His front was now completely exposed except for his shoulders, which were still covered by the robe. He then reached for his cock again and gave it a couple of tugs, before turning the page again. He laid that way for another several minutes, alternately turning pages and fondling his cock and balls. And then he shifted again.
This time he rolled over on his other side so that he was facing the back of the couch. The robe didn’t go with him so now his beautiful ass was exposed to me. I stared at his hard, round, hairy ass cheeks. The hair started in the small of his back, spreading out in soft swirls across those firm muscles and collecting in the crack of his ass. He then shifted again, bringing his knees up and showing me the open crack. I could just make out the puffy, pink pucker of his asshole through the forest of hair.
Dad reached back with one hand and started to massage his ass cheek, running his fingers through the hair and kneading the firm muscle. Then his fingers slid into his crack and he dragged them back and forth along the trench across his rosebud. He then raised one knee and started teasing his asshole with one finger. I’m sure I saw him try to push it up his hole!
Then his hand disappeared for a second to turn the page again, and when it came back, the finger was wet! And it went back to playing with his hole. It disappeared again and when it returned it was even wetter. Dad rubbed it over his hole and then repeated this several more times. Finally, I guess, he had his hole wet enough and he poked his finger up his asshole. It kept going until it had disappeared entirely. He rammed it in and out several times and then withdrew it and shifted again, back onto his back.
When he flipped over this time though, his cock didn’t flop over on his thigh like it had before. This time it was hard and pulsating and much larger than before.
Dad again raised his far leg exposing his crotch completely and grabbed hold of his throbbing cock and started to run his hand up and down the shaft. It pointed straight up towards his chin and extended past his navel.
His cock was now about 8 inches long, and he could barely get his hand around it. A giant helmet perched on the end of this column of hard flesh. Large veins crisscrossed the skin pumping more blood into the already engorged monster. A clear liquid oozed out of the piss-hole with each upward stroke.
Dad continued to read his book while he pumped slowly on his beautiful cock. Every couple of pumps or so, Dad would cup the head of his cock and rotate his hand smearing the oozing liquid over the tip. After a while, the pace picked up and soon he was furiously sliding his hand up and down his magnificent cock from balls to tip.
Then I heard a groan, a pant, a moan and thick milky white liquid erupted from his cock spraying all over his stomach and chest. Some even hit his face. There must have been 5 shots and then it just began to dribble out the end.
Dad continued to slowly pump his cock as it softened and returned to more like its normal size, although it was now an angry looking red rather than the pale pink that it had been before.
As his breathing became more normal he released his cock and it again flopped over his thigh. He started rubbing the white liquid into his chest hair and then he scooped up a large gob on one finger and put it in his mouth. He sucked the finger clean and laid back with a huge smile on his face. I thought I saw him wink, but I probably imagined that.
A few moments later, Dad sat up, removed his robe entirely and used it to clean the liquid off his abs and chest and face. He was whistling “The Battle Hymn of the Republic” as he did this.
He stood up and stretched. He stood there for a minute or so, his arms high above his head exposing his now damp armpits. He turned his head and sniffed first one then the other pit and then he licked each one. He put his hands on his hips and did some bends to each side which made his cock and balls sway back and forth from one thigh to the other. Then he turned around and bent over to touch his toes showing me his firm hairy ass with the pretty pink pucker deep within the crack. He turned around again gave his cock another tug and as he started to come around the coffee table, I ducked into my room and lay on my bed with a book.
Dad walked past my room on his way to the bathroom, still whistling, “Mine eyes have seen the glory...” and carrying his robe in one hand. He was completely naked. As he passed, he said, “Morning buddy, didn’t know you were awake yet.” and continued down the hall.
Next thing I heard was the shower running and I crept down the hall. Dad had left the bathroom door open and his soiled robe was lying on the floor. I could see some globs of the white liquid on the robe so I crept into the bathroom, picked up the robe and lifted it to my nose. It smelled wonderfully of my Dad, but there was also a new smell--pungent and musky. It was the white stuff. I scooped up some it with my tongue and ran it around in my mouth. It was delicious. No wonder Dad had smiled as he licked this stuff off his fingers.
Just then I heard Dad turning off the water so I ran back to my room. I lay on my bed pretending to read and Dad came in with a big smirk on his face. He was naked except for the towel that he was still drying his hair with. He must have known that I could see his cock and balls as the towel swung back and forth in front of him.
Dad said, “So what should you and I do today? Would you like to do some more sightseeing?”
To be continued...
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