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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

building up inside me.

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

cock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

After Dad left for work, I

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

making loud splashing noises iub.

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

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

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

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

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