So, I mentioned that my dad and I didn’t have the closest relationship. He usually came home from work, stripped down to his underwear, grabbed a beer from the fridge and went and watched old war movies on TV. More often than not, he’d fall asleep like that, and sometimes I’d sneak in and watch him, playing close attention to that big bulge in his shorts.
One time, I found him asleep like normal, watching TV. But this time, his shorts were pulled down, and his giant cock was out and rock hard. I looked at the TV, which had the sound turned down, and saw he was watching a porn video! This was so fucking hot. I was in about 13 then, and even though I’d seen plenty of porn magazines (had a good stash going already), the closest I’d ever gotten to porn was late night movies on cable. But this was full on hardcore (straight) porn.
It was hard to think about where to look. The fucking going on on screen, or my dad’s huge cock right in front of me. I went over and sat down on the sofa next to him. Slowly, I started stroking my cock through my jeans. Looking back and forth from the porn to my dad.
I unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down. I was trying to be as quiet as possible, ‘cause I was sure I was gonna wake him up, but I wanted this to last as long as it could. In slow motion, I carefully pulled my rock hard cock out of my underwear, and carefully started stroking it, trying not to make too much movement on the sofa.
I kept looking back and forth from the porn to my dad. But, my dad’s massive meat, still semi-hard and right there next to me was too great a temptation. Like a guy in a movie trying to diffuse a bomb, I reached over in super slow motion. Just with two fingers. I gently stroked his shaft, barely touching it.
I was ready to pull back in an instant in case he woke up. But, he didn’t. Instead, I saw his cock twitch and actually start to get harder. I looked up at my dad. Still asleep. I looked back at his stiffening cock. I reached over again. This time, I rested my whole hand on it. It felt warm, and I could feel it pulsing under my palm. I kept it there for a bit. Then, I slowly wrapped my fingers around the shaft. Gently. And, I started moving my fist up and down the length of it. I couldn’t believe I was really jacking off my dad.
I really really wanted to lean over and lick it. But, dad started moving around a little, and I was afraid he was gonna wake up. I backed off and turned back to watching the porn. I jerked off more watching the video and looking over at my dad. I was getting into the video when I felt more movement and heard my dad’s voice ask, “What are you doing?”
Fuck! I immediately stuffed my dick back in my underwear and pulled my zipper up. “Uh…. uh…. nothing.” “Right,” he said. I stood up while he found the remote and switched off the TV. “Go get cleaned up for dinner,” he said. I nodded and headed for the door. “Oh,” he said stopping me, “don’t tell your mother about the video, okay?” “Yes, sir,” I said, scrambling out of the room as fast as I could.
My heart was racing. I got caught, but I also got away with it. I’m pretty sure I immediately went into the bathroom and jerked one out. Dinner was a little awkward, but I kept my word and didn’t say anything. On the other hand, now that I knew my dad had fuck tapes, I made it my mission to seek out his stash. Over the next few months, I came to that video a lot. And to the memory of stroking my dad’s thick hard cock.