Dad's Drawers - Sex Stories

Dad's Drawers

... Breathing heavily, I needed a minute before I could trust my legs again, dropped my undies, used them to wipe up any mess I could find, and then backed out the door. As I headed for the shower, I felt nauseous. My god - what if the boy had woken up - to find his disgusting Dad looming over his bed, leering like a maniac while pawing at Zack's body and wanking his cock.......... When I awoke, it was getting dark outside. I remembered where I was and why. Crap - my plan was a total bust. So much for subtlety. But the direct approach was definitely out. What to do.......... The boy had really messed me up. I couldn't stop thinking of his body. Mostly, I imagined my cock buried between his cheeks - sliding in and out. It was an image which was haunting me at all hours of the day and night. I'd never noticed before, how carelessly he went dressed around the house. He often went topless, wearing nothing apparently, but a thin pair of board-shorts, slung low. Often I could see his sparse pubes picking out of the top, or the top of his butt-crack, whenever he bent down. Gad, the boy was clumsy - forever dropping things. At night - when we watched TV - his mom and I sat on the sofa, while Zack took the recliner, wearing nothing but a bath-robe. Several times it fell open, allowing me a glimpse of his manhood, out of the corner of my eye. That stopped, when his mother noticed and told him: "For God's sake, Zack - put on some pyjama-pants!" Damn it! I'd wanted Dad to notice me - not ...

... mom. Well - it would have been nice if they'd BOTH noticed, and taken pity on me - but pigs fly. Plan B hadn't gone real well either. Running around all day in my board-shorts wasn't much, but I couldn't think of anything more inviting. And - casually - exposing myself in front of the TV was fun, but bound to get me in trouble eventually. The problem is - I was out of ideas.......... Now - I can be a bit dense sometimes, it seems. But it occurred to me that maybe it wasn't an accident. Maybe the boy had been exposing himself in front of us deliberately. I knew, about boy's urges - as I'd had the hots for my own mother a long time ago. Was he trying to signal to her, that he found her sexually alluring? Hoping maybe, that she would take pity on him and give him a blow-job - or maybe more? Hell - if I thought there was any possibility of that, I'd try to arrange a three-some myself. But I knew my wife. She would only go so far - and no further. Two of my biggest frustrations were, that she had no interest in oral, or anal sex. Over the next few days, I kept mulling the situation over. Wasn't there some way, I could satisfy my desires, as well as the boy's urges? I don't know why it took me so long to make the connection. Boy's urges. Boys - I knew - were always experimenting with each other. I never had the opportunity when I was young, and I didn't think Zack had any close friends, who might be interested in hanky-panky with him. So - provided I was right - what was sleeping in ...