Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2005 21:18:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joe Smith <rawkus_son@yahoo.com>
Subject: My father's cock

From a very early age I used to try to see my father's
thick dick and hairy balls every chance I got. I was
fascinated with them. When I was about eight, I
remember being at a urinal beside him and staring
at the thick stream of piss coming from his
cock--looking back, I guess I was a little too old for
it to just be a five-year-old's curiosity. He shook
his cock lots and stopped, but left it out for me to
see--I was in heaven just staring at the object of my
affection. Then he looked down at my little boy boner
and said that we better get going. That ended that
incident, but it was only the first of many times when
my father let me drool over his fat cock. He knew I
liked to see it and I think he must have liked showing
me his baby maker.

I used to find an excuse to come in as he was
finishing showering in the morning when I was about
12. He'd get out of the shower and his dick would be
even thicker and longer than usual, slightly red and
away from his body. He was semi hard with me staring
at his dick I think. I'd sit on the toilet and pretend
to be going to the bathroom--not very
convincingly--and he'd proceed to shave. His dick was
just at the level of the counter so he'd make a show
out of lifting it up and resting it on the counter as
he shaved. I'd look in the mirror at it until I
couldn't take it anymore and had to go back to my
bedroom to play with myself.

One time, after this had gone on for a while, I
decided to show him my teen boner while he was
shaving. No hair yet, but my dick had started to get
bigger and my testicles were descended. I took off my
pajamas facing the mirror so that he could see my
boner and
then quickly got into the shower. He didn't say
anything, but I could see his eyes on my hard knob.
After a few minutes, he left to get dressed and ready
for work.

I didn't want to be too obvious, cause that might have
got both of us scared, so I waited a week before I
"needed" to use the bathroom near the end of his
shower. That went on for about a year.  When I was
about 14--I now had pubes of my own-- I walked in as
usual and announced my presence and sat on the toilet,
waiting for him to get out. The shower had a frosted
glass door and I could see his body vaguely through
the glass if I stared.  And I did.  He seemed to be
taking a little longer than usual and I could make out
his arm moving.  My dad was jacking off just on the
other side of the frosted glass!  I just about spewed
my load right there.  I heard him grunting and could
see his arm moving quicker and quicker.  All of a
sudden I heard him kind of sigh I swear I saw some cum
land on the glass not far from where I sat.  I was in
heaven.

A few minutes later, the shower door opened and my dad
got out.  His cock was definitely red and
semi-hard--even fatter and bigger than usual.  He
walked over to near where I was to grab something from
 the cupboard and his dick must have been inches from
my face. I wanted to reach over and touch it right
then, but was too scared.  Instead, I hurriedly took
off my clothes to get into the shower, again showing
my dad my hard teen dick--though this time with two
years more development.  I closed the door, turned on
the shower, and looked to my side and there was still
a bit of spooge dripping down the door.  The cum that
made me.  My father's fucking seed.  I put out my
finger and scooped it up into my mouth.  MMM.  As I
did so I could've sworn that my dad chuckled.