Yes, I was an adult.
My parents split when I was young and my brother and I grew up in his house. He was relatively young when he found himself single and available. My dad was in the Marine Corps before I was born and always had the trim, buff, rough and ready persona of a Marine, but was always easygoing and fun.
He also liked the ladies, and the feeling was mutual. (Probably the reason for my parents’ divorce, but they had enough class not to say.) My family was known in our town as we helped settle it. We also had a reputation among other things for being well endowed (the men, anyway!) It started partly because most of us are and because people love to gossip about dick size. It wouldn’t be a secret anyway after passing through the schools, National Guard, YMCA, etc. In decades past lots of other guys would see your junk routinely so guys often knew who was packing what.
Dad always had a girlfriend or was just starting or ending with one. Always attractive women and often starry eyed, but they never got him to marry. No doubt he was fucking them right and left, and probably sideways and two at a time when he could. A buff handsome working class guy with a good job, established family, and a paid-for house on prime Florida real estate would have had them lined up out the door. I heard talk all over about him, but his behavior was discreet.
But you can’t be discrete about everything. In one house with my single dad and two college age adult sons, there were probably *at least* two loads blown every day and there’s no way to keep them all quiet.
One Thanksgiving I got home late Tuesday night instead of Wednesday as usual. Feeling beat up from a long drive I headed down the hall to my room. About to go past my dad’s room I heard some noise and talking and an unfamiliar voice. I thought heh, he’s got a new girlfriend in there, I’ll stay in Bed tomorrow so they can tidy up without explanations. Then I realized I was hearing breathing and slow fucking noises. Slap...slap...slap. I froze just past the door and my heart started to race. “Keep fucking me Mike. My god. My god your dick is good.”
My dad grunted and the slapping speeded up. “Oh my god Mike! So big in my pussy!”
My dad grunted and gasped. “8 inches. 8 inches...balls deep. Oh fuck.”
At that point I realized where I was. My heart was pounding and my dick had turned to stone. I shook my head to nobody and fled to my room. I can’t lie, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced (still is) but weird as shit because it was my dad. We were never uptight about nudity or sex but this was new territory. Not like I hadn’t noticed my father was a big buff dude, but that level of familiarity was something new. Feeling weird didn’t keep me from jacking it, tho, it was that or no sleep.
I don’t know if I seemed awkward that weekend. It was hard as hell at dinner not to laugh, blush, and get a boner all at the same time as I looked at them both across the table.
That wasn’t the only time, but that’s for another day.
My parents split when I was young and my brother and I grew up in his house. He was relatively young when he found himself single and available. My dad was in the Marine Corps before I was born and always had the trim, buff, rough and ready persona of a Marine, but was always easygoing and fun.
He also liked the ladies, and the feeling was mutual. (Probably the reason for my parents’ divorce, but they had enough class not to say.) My family was known in our town as we helped settle it. We also had a reputation among other things for being well endowed (the men, anyway!) It started partly because most of us are and because people love to gossip about dick size. It wouldn’t be a secret anyway after passing through the schools, National Guard, YMCA, etc. In decades past lots of other guys would see your junk routinely so guys often knew who was packing what.
Dad always had a girlfriend or was just starting or ending with one. Always attractive women and often starry eyed, but they never got him to marry. No doubt he was fucking them right and left, and probably sideways and two at a time when he could. A buff handsome working class guy with a good job, established family, and a paid-for house on prime Florida real estate would have had them lined up out the door. I heard talk all over about him, but his behavior was discreet.
But you can’t be discrete about everything. In one house with my single dad and two college age adult sons, there were probably *at least* two loads blown every day and there’s no way to keep them all quiet.
One Thanksgiving I got home late Tuesday night instead of Wednesday as usual. Feeling beat up from a long drive I headed down the hall to my room. About to go past my dad’s room I heard some noise and talking and an unfamiliar voice. I thought heh, he’s got a new girlfriend in there, I’ll stay in Bed tomorrow so they can tidy up without explanations. Then I realized I was hearing breathing and slow fucking noises. Slap...slap...slap. I froze just past the door and my heart started to race. “Keep fucking me Mike. My god. My god your dick is good.”
My dad grunted and the slapping speeded up. “Oh my god Mike! So big in my pussy!”
My dad grunted and gasped. “8 inches. 8 inches...balls deep. Oh fuck.”
At that point I realized where I was. My heart was pounding and my dick had turned to stone. I shook my head to nobody and fled to my room. I can’t lie, it was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced (still is) but weird as shit because it was my dad. We were never uptight about nudity or sex but this was new territory. Not like I hadn’t noticed my father was a big buff dude, but that level of familiarity was something new. Feeling weird didn’t keep me from jacking it, tho, it was that or no sleep.
I don’t know if I seemed awkward that weekend. It was hard as hell at dinner not to laugh, blush, and get a boner all at the same time as I looked at them both across the table.
That wasn’t the only time, but that’s for another day.