My dad and I have never been very close. We've had our moments, laughed together, done cool things together, like going camping or upgrading computers, but we've never really been as close as he is with my brothers. I have two brothers, both of which are younger than me. They both like sports, like my dad, girls, like my dad, and are interested in the same things my dad is. Me, on the other hand, well I'm gay, but nobody in my family knows that, of course. I don't like sports, and my dad and I don't have much in common except for our affinity with technology.
I've wanted to compare his cock to mine for a long time, but recently I've been feeling a lot more lustful towards my dad. He's got a pair of boxers that he wears to bed every night, and they aren't exactly tight. They're actually pretty loose, allowing for things to slip out once in a while. Two Christmases ago he was sitting on the couch by the tree, and I was on the floor opposite of him, and when I looked up, what did I see? Well, two wonderfully giant dad-balls staring back at me. I've got a thing for balls. Pretending to text a friend, I whipped out my phone and silently snapped a picture of those two magnificent testicles. He didn't even notice that his ball sack was hanging out, or that I was the only one that noticed. That night I put them on my computer, and when nobody was around I jacked off while staring at his balls till I blew cum all over the hardwood beneath me.
After that I was sneaky about how often I looked for his big cock and balls. I would peer into his bedroom night after night, when he was wearing those loose boxers, hoping to catch a glimpse of his cock around the TV. Sometimes, when he moved, I would be able to see his penis peering back at me, but only momentarily before he would adjust his boxers again and hide it from me. He didn't know I was watching of course, but it still felt like he was teasing me. One time he was even playing with his flaccid dick while looking at something on his iPod, so I grabbed my video camera and silently filmed him playing with his dick and balls. They were all loose and saggy, so I got an intant boner. I zoomed right in and saw him tugging on his dick, still soft, flipping it around and then rubbing his hairy nuts. I was so excited I stopped filming before he put his junk away, scuttled back to my room, dick in hand, and blew a huge wad of cum onto my bedroom floor while I watched and rewatched him fondle himself on camera. That video was the cause of many an orgasm for me over the next couple of months, until my computer broke and I lost all my files.
I didn't just get off on watching his dick, either. Once when I was still exploring my body and my dick, I was lounging in the family room completely naked, with my clothes on the floor. Naturally, nobody was home, but I didn't know when my dad would be getting home. After watching TV naked and with a soft penis for about 15 minutes, my dad walked in after getting back from a buisness trip. Frantic, I jumped up, yelled a hello back to him, and tried to dress, but he had already started walking towards the kitchen. I only had time to put on my shirt, but not put my arms through, when he walked by and started to say something.
"Hey Cli- oh, heh!" and then continued to go into the kitchen. I was so scared I couldn't do anything but stand there with my soft cock and balls hanging down, not covered by my shirt, as he gestured towards them and walked off. After I had dressed, I started to go upstairs, when he said
"Wanna tell me what you were doing in there?"
"I was just sitting there naked." I said, because I was. I walked into the kitchen and saw him making himself a sandwich.
"Really?" He asked, doubtfully.
"Yeah..." I responded, looking him in the eyes. He never brought it up again.
Long after that, whenever my mother and brothers weren't home (and sometimes even when one of my brothers were home) I would jack myself off with my bedroom door open, compeltely naked, so if he came to talk to me he would get an eyefull of my dick. Once, I was masturbating on my bed, lower half positioned so that if he walked up to my bedroom he would see me jacking off. Eventually he did come up to ask me where I put something, but stopped in the hallway when he saw my penis being worked on and my balls flapping. He didn't say anything about it, and I didn't try to hide anything. When he said "Alright, thanks!" I started jacking off once more. I blew a huge load after that. He never mentioned it to me after.
Unfortunately after that he never did anything but get mad. Once I opened my door, lay down on my bed, and put my legs up, so that when I jacked off I could finger my asshole as well. My dad walked in, saw what I was doing, froze for a second, then walked out, telling me off. He then walked back in, closed my door, and didn't say anything else. Almost immediately I blew my load all over my chest and face. I did this a couple more times, either sitting on my bed so that when he walked out of his bedroom he would see me rubbing my own dick, and usually told me, however roughly, to close my door. I would mumble an apology and walk to my door, dick in hand, to close it, always looking him in the eye and shooting off after the door had closed.
I would think about him coming into my room and punishing me for pleasuring myself with the door open, for him to see. I would continue to steal glimpses of his dick whenever I could, always imagining what it would feel like in my hands, my mouth, my ass. It looked so big, so menacing, so delicious. I continued jacking off with the door open for a little bit longer, getting caught about 4 or 5 times, always cumming amazingly after I knew he'd seen my cock.
Then I got a little more risky. It was Saturday night, and it was just me and him at home. My mom was visiting my aunt in Montreal, and my brothers were both sleeping over at friends' houses, so my dad and I were at home. I saw my opportunity and leaped. When it was late enough, I changed into some of my own loose boxers, and a t-shirt, then brought my laptop downstairs into the living room which was attached to the hallway. My dad was already in his sleeping boxers when I came downstairs, but he stayed in his bedroom, moving things around looking for something.
I sat on the couch, and pulled my dick and balls out of the leg of my boxers. Then I put my laptop on my lap, over top of my package, creating a little tunnel for my smooth dick and balls to stay warm in. Soon, my dad quickly walked down the stairs, making his junk swing and move his boxers.
"Hey, have you seen my-" he froze when he saw my dick and balls sitting there, content, on the sofa, staring back at him. "-birkenstocks?" he finished, staring at my privates.
