expertly. Sometimes he would catch my eyes in the mirror and throw me

porcelain against our balls. But mostly I just liked to watch him, studying

“Look, Dad, I think it’s almost as big as yours now,” I said with a grin.

replied. I played with my boner for a few moments while Dad finished

never fet the m that summer of ’62 when I was taking a bath.

Nothing used to give me a hardon like watg my father shave. I’ll

After Dad left for work, I

loved my father’s big mase bush and the sight of his thick ere

his face as he trated on what he was doing, patiently, methodically,

“Save it, slugger,” said Dad. “Save it for later. I’ll e home early and

Dad came in to shave, and my horny teendick sprung up to its full seven

we’ll both blow off a couple of nice big loads.”

Dad was aware of what I was doing, and pretty soon his own heavy

cock.

inches fast enough to poke a. Dad saluted it and I returhe

“Standing proud, soldier,” he always said when I threw a bone.

baby-maker was swelling up from its dark of thick, soft pubic hair. I

building up inside me.

“OK, Dad,” I said, relutly letting go of my urgently throbbing

shaving, getting more and more aroused as the tingly feelings started

a wink, and I’d blush and feel my heart qui every time.

“From the looks of it, I’d say it was on its way to being even bigger,” he

gesture, saluting from the head of my diother little ritual of ours.

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rearing up from it nearly sent me over the edge as I pounded my teenrod,

er at the sink, our sides toug, feeling the cold

making loud splashing noises iub.