Initiation - Father - First Night - Sex Stories

Initiation - Father - First Night

... his 50's, but instead of making him look old, it made him looked distinguished and wise.

He had a hairy chest, with big pecs that clearly popped through the shirts he wore. He had a snail trail that I wanted to follow downwards like a path of candy leading to a reward. His butt was bubbly and perfect -- not as large as my own, but notably large for a guy. I often found myself salivating thinking about burying my face between it. His thighs were thick enough with muscle that he could squeeze a watermelon hard enough into splitting, something I knew for a fact with my own eyes.

It was all these elements I took into consideration when I paused outside the bathroom door, in turmoil over the opportunity presented to me. I could feel my cock slowly getting harder with excitement, and decided my father wouldn't know if I took a peek, right? I crept closer to the door, pressing my face against the small gap, but taking care to not push the door further open. It took a second of squinting, but when I saw him, a jolt ran down my cock.

My father was standing under the showerhead, soaping up his hairy armpits, his side to me, water running down his body like Adonis in a fountain. I could see his bush clearly, and the impressive length that dangled there. My eyes widened, my cock tenting in my shorts. I pulled it out, slowly rubbing my glans with my thumb, electricity tingling across the head of my cock. At full mast, my cock, which stood at 5 inches erect, was dwarfed by my ...

... father's flaccid length by at least an inch. I gazed at it, etching every vein and line of the perfect, sexy cock into my mind. No wonder my mum has trouble staying quiet at night, I think to myself. I don't think I could keep quiet with that inside me!

My father's hand drops with the soap, and he begins to run it over his crotch, rubbing his cock with soapy hands to spread the suds. His eyes were shut, and his mouth was slightly open. The water washed the soap away, his hands didn't cease their motion. I saw his cock slowly hardening, then I saw something I never thought I'd see my father do. He reached up, sticking a thick, long finger in his mouth. When it came out it was slathered in spit, and I watched with increasing arousal as my father's hand slipped around behind him. I couldn't see between those delicious cheeks - which were finely accented with a grazing of light blonde hair - from the angle he was at, but I saw that finger disappear between them, then go even deeper into as he entered himself. Unlike me, his cock didn't soften, but got even harder. I'd swear it gained a little bit of length. It was almost as thick as my forearm now, a fact that I noticed with giddiness.

I followed my father's lead, sucking on my index finger, getting it wet and ready. My fingers were long like my father's, but slender instead of thick. With my free hand, I slipped the shorts I was wearing past my ass, where they fell at my feet. I didn't wear underwear at home, so I was standing ...