Son likes to spy dad
I swear my 30 year old son likes to spy on his old man…
I laugh to myself when he just happens to need a piss when I am in the shower or bath. Or the times he will bring me coffee in bed and hang around waiting for me to get up knowing damn well I sleep in the buff.
Take a few weeks ago week when he visited for a weekend. It was Saturday morning and he walked in just wearing a pair of joggers that sat below his waist coffee in hand. I sat up whilst he sat on the edge of the bed, fuck I can’t even remember the conversation, some bollocks. Anyway my ole cock started throbbing away instantly with just a thin sheet between me and him.
So I am sipping my coffee as he chats away, in one ear out the other you know. Anyway my cock is hard and begins to leak pre cum creating a damp patch which is really visible. I glanced down and could see the outline of my large cock head through the thin fucking wet cotton sheet.
Well nothing I could do about the damn thing you can’t control it once it starts leaking like a fuckin faucet.
So he was talking away and I think I was nodding in the right places whilst my cock was doing some nodding of its own, tenting against the bed sheet as it throbbed. Anyway I see the bugger glance down and do a double take at his old mans cock throbbing beneath the sheet and I thought he would take the hint and fuck off to leave his old man to jerk one off. But oh no, the little fucker continues talking like I look interested about what he has too say at 7am when I have morning wood like a mast that you could run a flag up.
Anyway he carries on talking and I catch half of what he is talking about whilst my mind wonders to emptying my full to bursting sack. I see his attention keep wondering down to my crotch and I wonder what to say or do to get him out of the bloody room.
With the coffee in my right hand I reach under the sheet with my left hand and give myself a few not so subtle tugs thinking he will take the hint. The movement catches his attention but he did not even stutter or pause during conversation. So I have my left hand palm down on my aching cock and I am waiting for him to get the message, but whilst the lights are on nobody seems to be home.
I try again my hand gripping firm around the girth of my manhood giving it a few good purposeful strokes up and down its entire length. It seemed to get his attention as I see him look but he still remained firmly seated on the edge of the bed.
I considered for a moment pulling back the sheets and just rubbing one out there and then assuming that would get the fucker running out the room in double quick time.
I tell him I am going to get up now thinking he would allow his old man some privacy but he just stands up and then remains in the room still talking. I guess he gets the talking bit from his mother, she could talk the hind legs off a bloody donkey.
I put the cup down on the bed side table and begin to push the sheets down as I move one leg out of bed. He is still stood looking at me chatting and I am about to get up wondering if the penny is going to ever drop before I stand up.
I guess not…
So I think to hell with it, he is in my room. I stand up stark bollock naked my manhood jutting out with pre cum oozing from the piss slit. His jaw visibly drops open. Sure he has seen his old man without a stitch on before but never with a raging hard on that looks ready to erupt at any second.
Does he leave the room?
Apparently the site of the old geezer naked with a huge stiff is still not enough to get the message through his thick skull that some alone time is required. He stands gawping like I am giving a free show.
He then starts chatting again his attention darting between my eyes and my cock not even making a mention of the situation.
Finally as I step forward he steps backwards to the door still seeming unable to decide where to focus his attention, all the while talking. Now he is stood in the door way of my bedroom so I just reach down and casually stroke the length of my shaft a few times. My fingers stop at the tip of my helmet to smear the pre cum that is still oozing out before drawing back the thick foreskin to expose my bulbous purple cock head.
To be honest I knew it would not take much that morning. I was worked up good and proper and on the fucking edge. I knew if the little shit would just fuck off and shut the door I could pop a load instantly and get on with the day.
My fingers rubbed the sticky clear pre cum around the base of my cock head and I began to feel so damn horny that I began not to give a shit that he was still stood watching me as he kept waffling.
I give up even trying to listen to what he was chatting about as he stood in the door way looking at me. My left hand began moving the pre cum around my swollen cock head my right hand began to stroke my shaft. Just gently at first but then gradually with a faster rhythm.
I was so fucking close now and his eyes looked as if they would pop out of his head as he finally stopped fucking talking. He froze motionless in the door way his gaze fixed on me stroking my cock as I began to groan. The fact he was still watching seemed to make the sensation more intense and I felt the orgasm rise up from deep within as I clenched every muscle in my body.
I swore a few times and my left hand quickly gripped hold of my large hairy balls giving them a hard tug down. Then I released several loads of my hot daddy milk. He remained silent as I emptied the last drop of jizz on to the floor.
What do you say after that? I just said “fuck I needed that” And for the first time he seemed speechless.
I wonder what will happen when he visits me next month…
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