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

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

After Dad left for work, I went to th

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

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

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

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

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

Dad came in to shave, and my horny teendick sprung up to its full seven

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

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

making loud splashing noises iub.

“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.

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

cock.

the sink, our sides toug, feeling the cold

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

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

building up inside me.

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

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

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

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

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