He was smooth and young, making the scene all the more intriguing. He looked like he was my age! Couldn’t have been more than a year different.
The guy he was about to fuck turned toward me, but he was so captivated by my dad’s tongue, he couldn’t keep his eyes from rolling back into his head. Eating his ass and playing with his body, all the while keeping a watchful eye on me, seeing how I would respond. My dad continued to put his guest into different positions. Seeing my dad like that… so sexual… so powerful… being worshiped… it made me wish it could be me… I couldn’t help but pull out my own cock and start stroking. And from where I was standing, I could see the look on my dad’s face whenever the guy’s head moved up and down, sending him into intense pleasure. I watched as my dad’s balls tensed and seemed to rise up like they were jumping in place. I watched with strange fascination how my dad’s dick stood tall from his thick pubes and disappeared into the guy’s mouth. To my surprise, I found myself carefully studying the way the younger guy was sucking his cock. Even though I was silent and still across the room, barely in the doorway peering in from the dark hall, it was like I was part of my dad’s sexual encounter. Suddenly, it was like I was a part of it. And as it turned out, neither was my dad. The guy sucking his dick had no idea I was there, and I wasn’t going to alert him to my attention. His blowjob didn’t skip a beat as we were focused on one another. He looked at me in the eyes, almost passively seeing what my reaction would be. I waited for the moment to come when he spoke up, called my name in shock, and I was left having ruined his moment.īut instead, he just seemed to keep going. My face went red and I could feel the burning sensation of embarrassment in my ears. But just as I thought I’d snuck enough of a glimpse, his eyes looked up at me. It was revealing… I got a look at a side of my dad that I would have never thought I’d see. His hairy chest rose with each deep breath, and his moans were unlike any sound I’d ever heard him make.
I’d never seen my dad hard before, let alone in this kind of pleasure. Something about seeing this private, intimate moment was so… beautiful. My instinct was to turn away and quickly leave, pretend I didn’t see it and just go on like nothing happened. My dad was sitting back in bed, legs spread with a younger guy between them. I never knew when he was having sex, but sometimes I would see guys leave early in the morning. He’s not shy about his body or his personal life, but this was one thing that was always somewhat opaque. I know my dad has sex and he doesn’t really make a habit of letting me know when it’s happening. But as I looked, it was clear that what I was hearing was something else. It was late and I thought maybe he might be watching TV. so naturally, I turned my head to look toward his door. I was on my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth when I passed by my dad’s bedroom.