graybeards: “Dad?” I whispered as I pushed open the door to his bedroom. “Are
graybeards: “Dad?” I whispered as I pushed open the door to his bedroom. “Are you—” I stopped mid-sentence when I caught sight of him on his back, the covers cast aside leaving his thick, hairy body exposed. With mom out of town for the weekend, he’d asked me to wake him up in the morning, but I was suddenly in no hurry.It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him naked, but before I’d only ever gotten furtive glances and ephemeral flashes of the man. Comforted by the gentle sound of my dad’s snoring, and the knowledge that the house was empty, I could finally gaze to my delight.He was truly a wonder to behold, from his size 12 feet to his meaty torso there wasn’t an inch of him that wasn’t covered in that familiar black fur. I envied him, the archetypal man. Glancing down at my own body—slim and smooth as I was before I even hit puberty—I sighed. I’d given up hope of bulking up to dad’s size when I’d turned 20 and still looked 14. My heart began racing; all I wanted to do was reach out and touch dad’s gorgeous soft cock, but I resisted. I said a little louder, “Dad, wake up.” Nothing. I repeated myself again, yet louder. Nothing, for a moment.Just as I prepared to raise my voice again, his left hand twitched a little before abruptly reaching to scratch his crotch. My mouth hung open as I watched dad unconsciously run his fingers over his bulbous balls. A jolt ran down his cock, causing it to jump and slap down a little bigger on his thigh. Between his snores, Dad mumbled, “Fuck yeah… good… there you go.” My mouth watered when I saw his cock growing ever larger along his hairy thigh. Holy shit, my father was having a sex dream. “That’s… wrap those lips around…” he said, punctuating his pauses with moans of pleasure.I didn’t want to interrupt—I wanted it to last forever—but he’d told me to wake him up on time. I raised my voice, “Hey dad, it’s time to get up.”He stirred a bit, but his eyes didn’t open and his cock didn’t soften. I readied a shout, but he moaned again before he mumbled, “Good boy… suck it.”Boy? My mind raced.Breathing deeply, I mustered the courage I required and took a step toward him. I knelt on the bed between dad’s thick thighs and felt my cheeks heating up as I got closer and more nervous. I needed this. Just once.Wrapping my fingers around dad’s thick cock, I leaned down, closed my eyes, and wrapped my lips around him. His moans intensified, but the mumbling ceased. Feeling confident, I went to work on him. My friends had taught me to blow them in school, but I’d never had one this big before. It was intoxicating and enthralling, but so much so that I didn’t realize what was happening until my father cleared his throat above me.I slowly, fearfully directed my gaze up as his grim face, suddenly readying a long list of apologies and explanations. We sat in silence for a few moments that felt more like a minutes, my mouth on his cock and his eyes locked with mine. Clearing his throat again, dad grinned down at me and said, “Hey, buddy. I was just having the nicest dream about you.” -- source link
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