"The only think better than having sex," I mumbled to myself from the safety of my hiding place where I had been watching the couple making out on the couch in the downstairs family room, "is watching other people having sex."
Okay, I'm a bit of a voyeur. Guilty as changed. In fact I'm a little bit of a lot of things. I'm a little bit straight, as my wife snoring away upstairs which attest to. I like to watch and have no objection to being watched either, although I'm very boring in my opinion, and I'm also a little bit gay.
More than a little bit gay to be honest. I like women but have always preferred my own gender, so while I love my wife she's more or less a beard because up until recently being gay was the kiss of death in my business.
As for the couple who had been wrestling on the couch down there, while I thought the nubile little brunette was attractive, Nellie is my daughter so my attention had been fixed on her boyfriend du jour, a skinny skateboarding dude that bagged groceries down at the Shop Rite.
What she saw in the grubby looking dude with the long stringy dirty blonde hair had eluded me, because Nellie just started college where as Dylan had barely made it through high school and had a dead end job. That was before my daughter tugged his shorts and underwear down.
As she disappeared for a second I got to enjoy this Dylan dude slinking down in the coach, his too-lean 6' frame splayed in the edge of the sofa with his skinny legs spread wide as if he were trying to make it easy of me to see.
I could see alright, and I loved what I saw. I forgave his dangling nut sack resting on the fabric of the couch when I saw Dylan's cock which my daughter had apparently made erect before departing briefly. The kid's cut cock was absurdly long and was arching back onto his stomach, a very thick base tapering to a conical glans.
I got some perspective on about how long that boy's dick was when my daughter returned with what looked like hand cream, and after squirting some in her palm Nellie wrapped that hand around the base of the lad's tool while bringing it upright so she could suck it.
My daughter's hand spun on that thick part of the shaft while her mouth went up and down the end of it, and I was surprised that she wasn't better and giving head because she looked a little clumsy at it, although perhaps that was due to the length of it which I guesstimated to be around 8 or 9".
When after about three minutes of so-so head Nellie raised up and knelt on the cushion next to her boyfriend, she started using both hands on the dude, her fists sliding up and down his arching manhood while she had a rather maniacal look in her eye.
Nellie pumped that lengthy shank for about a minute until Dylan's cock began spitting wads of semen all over the place, on the couch, Nellie's hands and arms and himself, and my daughter was so wrapped up in what she was doing she kept milking the kid until he pulled her hands off of it.
I took my leave at that, sneaking out the back door and to my car, and after I let it coast down the driveway to the street, started it up and drove down to the end of the street.
I was in my pajamas, which might have been tough to explain if I ever got stopped, but it was worth the chance. I waited in the car for a while, impatiently watching the dashboard clock move until after a half hour I saw Dylan rolling down the street on his board towards me, his tan-top and baggy shorts waving in the breeze as he picked up speed.
"Hey Dylan," I called out to him when he approached, and I startled him enough so that he jumped off his board. "Didn't mean to startle you. Sorry."
"Oh, it's you Mr. Wright," Dylan said.
"Why don't I give you a ride?" I suggested.
"I just live down the street," he explained.
"I know where you live. Hop in and we'll have a little talk."
Dylan got in, surprised to see me dressed like I was, and after I started driving I explained.
"You act like you never saw a dumpy middle-aged guy driving around in his PJ's before," I kidded as I drove.
"No, that's cool - uh - I live right there," Dylan told me as we went back towards his folks house.
"I know where you live. You aren't it any hurry are you? Good because we need to talk," I told Dylan as I went down to a tiny park near the school. "I noticed you and Nellie seem to be hitting it off."
"Yeah, she's cool."
"You fuck her yet?" I asked bluntly, and to say the boy was shocked would be an understatement but he recovered fast.
"No, it's nothing like that," was what he came up with.
"That right Dylan? I don't care, mind you. I was just curious," I informed him. "I happened to catch a glimpse of you and Nellie a little earlier and I was just wondering."
"Oh gees Mr. Wright I'm sorry," he started to say but I cut him off.
"No you're not. If anybody should apologize it should be me. Embarrassing that my daughter can't give better head than that."
