(...father-in-law-confidential - Prequel)
As with most works of fiction, there is plenty of real life experience blended into this story. This actually happened - up to a point... Enjoy. -GJ
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I had boxed up everything in my three room basement apartment and was waiting patiently for my father-in-law Edward to arrive with his pickup truck. School was over and I was moving back in with my in-laws for the summer break and I was glad to be finally getting out of the place. I had been renting the basement of this small house all year and while the folks upstairs were nice they were just a bit too intrusive for an older student who wanted his privacy. However, it was a Tuesday morning and by 8 A.M. the upstairs was empty and the entire house lay silent above me as I sat looking out the ground level basement window watching for Edward to arrive.
The new summer breeze was cool and sweet and I sat quietly looking up at the clouds, with growing anticipation of Edwards arrival. I had a secret crush on him for years. Physically he was a ruggedly handsome bear, about 5'5 and portly -- a mature physique I like to call it, with a little salt and pepper hair around the temples. He had a warm, inviting smile that could melt an iceberg, and he was friendly and fair and was always will to help others. His no nonsense, masculine attitude was always balanced with his gentle demeanor making him a most huggable 60ish bear.
Apparently Edward was as much of a bull as he was a bear. My wife had commented on more than one occasion of her father's seemingly insatiable appetite for sex, as her mother had confided to her that "nightly" was the norm. Also, at two different occasions I remembered him describing himself as having "a big one", but I paid no mind to his bragging until some time later when talking about "honeymoons" and my mother-in-law spoke of how afraid she was when she (a young virgin at the time) saw the size of him on their wedding night. Their honeymoon consisted mainly of him breaking her of her fear of his "big one" - he was a very kind, gentle man with no hang-ups about sex and he apparently taught her well from the beginning. Over the years I had built up quite a mystique over the man and my lust for this horny old bear lead me to many a ball busting fantasy sessions.
I was sweating, both from the morning sun beating down on me and from the lusty thoughts I was having imagining my big, hairy bear Edward shagging his wife with his big one. Bordering on obsession, I had many of those "don't think about a white elephant" situations whenever I was around him. I was consumed with thoughts of "just how big is it?" and I was intent on trying to estimate measurements of his cock and balls by constantly "crotch watching" him at each and every opportunity. I closed my eyes and recalled an image of him sitting in his lazy boy, with his dark, grey chest hair over flowing the opening of his white V-neck under shirt. He wore thin suspenders clipped onto his relaxed, loose fitting blue jeans and the crotch clearly outlined a full, round package pressing outward with the promise of a substantial twig and berries. My cock was stiff as I continued to remember various glimpses of his packaged goods, and I unzipped my jeans and stroked myself slowly as I waited for him to arrive.
Minutes later he still hadn't shown up, so I decided to take a quick shower to freshen up before he arrived and I stripped naked and tossed my clothes in a pile by the window. My mind was still conjuring up all kinds of images of Edward's horny old body and my cock begged to be stroked so I lingered, with glazed eyes, by the window stroking my cock with more intensity than before.
With my cock still in my hand I watched his truck pull in off the road. The basement window was level with my head so Edward couldn't see me as he pulled up the long drive. I had a few minutes before he actually got to the house and my mind was racing, fully aroused, partially insane with lust as I decided what to do next.
With no time to think anything through, I dashed to the bathroom, leaving the door wide open and climbed into the shower. The shower was on the far wall of the small bath directly across from the open door. What made this decision so exciting for me was the clear, vinyl shower curtain which was completely transparent except for the water droplets on its inner surface. An accidental moment of voyeurism would be awaiting Ed when he made it to the doorway and I was shuddering with excitement as my crazy plan unfolded. I really didn't know to expect, but this innocent act of accidental exhibitionism was worth the risk.
I blasted the shower and started stroking my cock. I quickly worked up a lather of shampoo on my head and I heard him calling my name as he entered my box filled apartment. I pretended not to hear him. When I knew he was standing in the doorway I thrust my head under the shower spray and grabbed hold of my throbbing cock again. The sound of soap and water slopping about the shower created quite a din that could easily account for why I didn't hear him, should he ask. My fist pounded my cock with loud sloshing, sucking sounds as the soap and water ran down my chest and over my cock and balls. Edward didn't make another sound, but from the corner of my eye I could see his silhouette in the door way, blocking the light from the window. A did a quick tip of my head and I could clearly see that he stood in the doorway, watching in silence.
A minute later I groaned an obviously orgasmic groan as I pumped a load out onto the shower floor and watched it wash down the drain. I rinsed off and shut down the shower. The hot steam was rising as I pulled back the curtain and with half closed eyes I fumbled for a towel I knew wasn't there. More dramatic effect I hoped. "You looking for this?", Edward said as he handed me a towel.
"Um, what?", I asked, trying to sound startled, standing there dripping with my cock still semi hard, "How long have you been here?"
"Long enough to know you cleaned more than just behind your ears." he said smiling with squinted eyes.
I visually assessed the effect my show might have had on him. I quickly scanned down his shirt, down over his perfectly round belly, past his black belt to his crotch region, hoping for some sign of life on Jupiter. My breath stopped and I froze. There was definitely something going on down there because there was a noticeable increase in the size of his package, something visibly pressing along the length of the zipper on his pants.
Before I could stop myself I blurted out, "Sometimes you have to do a one man play. I see you approve of my performance?" I tried to divert my gaze by towel drying my hair.
"Hell, we've all played that part before, son, don't you worry," he said chuckling. "That's nothing to be ashamed of, but I've never been one for going solo unless I had to."
Without a pause, taking me completely off guard, he turned sideways toward the toilet right next to me and unzipped and pulled his cock out. "Christ, I've had to piss for the past 45 minutes and I can't hold it any longer."
I watched what seemed like a slow motion replay as he held his semi engorged trouser snake in his hand and began to void his bladder. A heavy, forceful stream of liquid gold flew from the tip of his wide, fat cock head, battering the bowl and turning the water to thick frothy bubbles, like the head on an expensive ale.
"What's that?" he asked, turning to face to me while continuing to pee.
"Did I say something?" I asked, forcing myself to lift my eyes from his beautiful cock.