Dad's Drawers - Sex Stories

Dad's Drawers

... about trying to make it happen. But as soon as I found that magazine, I wondered how I could make my cold, scary Dad, pump his seed into my mouth. I ran through the photos in my mind, along with the stories, I'd managed to read. Hmmm - so that's what men like.......... Having come up with a somewhat nebulous plan of action, it was now a matter of waiting for the right time. And a very frustrating wait it proved to be. Anticipation was causing my hormones to go into overdrive, and a few times I almost threw caution to the wind. If my Dad had been anyone else, I would probably have jumped on his lap at some point and rubbed his crotch. But the idea was unthinkable with him. Finally - after eight agonising days - I had an opening. Mom was out and Dad was pottering around the house. I stripped down to my jocks, gave myself a wedgie, so that the material was stuck between my cheeks, like a thong. And threw myself on the bed, leaving the door open. Yeah - I know - not much of a plan. Remember, I was young and intimidated by my Dad. It was all I could manage. It never occurred to me, that I might end up lying there for a long time before Dad happened to saunter past. But it wasn't an altogether unpleasant wait - as I imagined what would happen when he finally did come. Lost in delightful scenarios, I became drowsy - and never noticed myself dozing off.......... I'd finally finished cleaning out the gutter. "I'm getting too damn old, for this crap!" "Next time the boy can do it. ...

... He's old enough." And where was the lazy brat anyway - nice of him to come and offer a hand. As I was covered in gunk, I stripped down to my y-fronts in the laundry, before heading for the bedroom to get my robe, before jumping in the shower. When I passed the boy's doorway, I glanced inside and came to an abrupt stop. Zack was lying on the bed - on his stomach - apparently fast asleep. He was naked, apart from his undies, which had somehow bunched up inside his crack, exposing the two most beautiful, perfectly-shaped, tight, peachy, buns, I had ever seen. Blood was pumping into my cock with almost painful urgency, as I stood transfixed. I had never looked at my boy sexually before, but now I was rubbing my cock inside my undies, as my eager eyes roamed over his lean, tanned body. From his lithe legs, along his smooth flank, up to his tousled hair, and back to those delicious buns. I tiptoed closer, until I was standing right next to the bed. Zack's breathing was steady, so I reached out and hovered my hand just above his ass. The other hand removed my straining member from it's confines and I started rubbing myself with one hand, while stroking the other just above the boy's butt. My pre-cum was already flowing, and I used it to lubricate my head. Very quickly, I was getting close to cum. I couldn't help myself, my fingertips were stroking his warm, tender skin and I came. I had to clench my teeth until they hurt, and just managed to aim away from the boy, before I erupted. ...