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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

cock.

After Dad left for work, I

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

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

building up inside me.

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

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

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

making loud splashing noises iub.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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