Dad's Drawers - Sex Stories

Dad's Drawers

A son discovers that there is another dimension to his Dad. Dad was a big man. 6', built like a wardrobe, hairy. Whenever you hear the term "bear" mentioned - his image probably pops into your head. He was also cold, and overbearing. Never abusive - simply the sort of father, it was best not to get noticed by. And I had become very good at flying under his radar - which made things rather difficult, when I finally did have reason for him to notice me. I was a normal teen, I guess. Over-sexed, but too shy to do anything about it. Lusting after my mom - but sensing somehow, not to even bother trying to go down that road. There was no internet in those days, and no sex-ed. There were key-holes through which a randy boy might sometimes get a brief, but delicious glimpse of something interesting. But 99% of what I knew about sex came from my prize possession: A magazine called "Week-end Sex", which had plenty of colour pictures, and enough stories to explain to a dumb-founded boy what was happening in the pictures. Needless to say - that magazine saw an impressive amount of use, over a period of about 4 years. There was one aspect of sexuality it didn't cover though, and I was about to have my horizon expanded. I was bored out of my brain. It was the school-holidays, it was raining outside, I was home alone, and I just didn't know what to do with myself. I started a few things - lost interest. Tried to read a book - lost interest. Played with myself - lost interest - eventually. ...

... And started wafting through the house, like a forlorn wraith. At some point, I found myself sitting behind Dad's desk, going through his drawers. Stationery - meh. Ledgers - bah. Some magazine with a couple of half-naked guys in leather on the cover - one holding a whip.......... Huh? I opened the magazine at random and saw a photo of two guys kissing. *bleccch* Next page, someone was shoving his dick inside another guy's ass. That didn't bother me - I knew that guys did it to women, and saw no difference. Next page - one guy was giving another a hand job. And then I saw someone kneeling - mouth open - while another guy was shooting a thick load of cum into his mouth. I couldn't take my eyes of that photo. I was mesmerized by the sight of that milky strand disappearing into an obviously eager mouth. I wondered what it would feel - and taste like. I'd only recently managed to make something come out of my dick, whilst masturbating - but it sure looked nothing like that! At which point I realized, that I had a raging hard-on. I quickly relieved myself, while looking at more photos, and then started reading some of the stories, until I heard my parent's car pull up outside. That night - as I lay in bed, masturbating - I wasn't thinking of the sexiest girl in school, our hot neighbour, or even my mom. I was imagining holding Dad's dick in my hand, as he came into my mouth. Thinking back, it was a peculiar situation. I wanted my mom - my warm, sexy mom - but never seriously thought ...