Nothing used to give me a hardon like watg my father shave. I’ll

never fet the m that summer of ’62 when I was taking a bath.

“From the looks of it, I’d say it was on its way to being even bigger,” he

making loud splashing noises iub.

his face as he trated on what he was doing, patiently, methodically,

gesture, saluting from the head of my diother little ritual of ours.

replied. I played with my boner for a few moments while Dad finished

“Look, Dad, I think it’s almost as big as yours now,” I said with a grin.

“OK, Dad,” I said, relutly letting go of my urgently throbbing

porcelain against our balls. But mostly I just liked to watch him, studying

Dad was aware of what I was doing, and pretty soon his own heavy

the sink, our sides toug, feeling the cold

we’ll both blow off a couple of nice big loads.”

After Dad left for work, I went to th

loved my father’s big mase bush and the sight of his thick ere

“Save it, slugger,” said Dad. “Save it for later. I’ll e home early and

inches fast enough to poke a. Dad saluted it and I returhe

baby-maker was swelling up from its dark of thick, soft pubic hair. I

a wink, and I’d blush and feel my heart qui every time.

Dad came in to shave, and my horny teendick sprung up to its full seven

“Standing proud, soldier,” he always said when I threw a bone.

cock.

shaving, getting more and more aroused as the tingly feelings started

building up inside me.

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rearing up from it nearly sent me over the edge as I pounded my teenrod,

expertly. Sometimes he would catch my eyes in the mirror and throw me