Has anyone else looked up their Dads shorts when he is sleeping?
Hell yes! Many, many times (a different era I suppose, early 80's - early 90's).
All through growing up, every winter my Dad used to wear the old fashioned, long-sleaved flannelette PJ's.... no zipper or buttons in front, just a drawstring tie for a waistband with the fly loosely overlapped in front. I would always look in as often as I could. He would always catch me, but he never said anything.
In my childhood home the toilet was a 4ft x 3ft water closet... unfortunately it was directly at the end of the hallway & was completely visible from the loungeroom, ...like 'a throne' (when my parents upsized house in my teens, I remember my Mum saying that she was glad to be rid of the 'throne' after 20 years).
Anyway, I digress; my earliest memory of seeing my Dad's C&B's was when he would take a crap. He would always leave the toilet door wide open, which used to drive Mum up the wall, lol. She would berate him about the smell & he would do a 'fake-evil' laugh & then fan the door! Funny. But I remember waiting for him to open his gigantic newspaper he always read on the dunny before taking my viewpoint.
Once he'd open his newspaper, I would lean against the toilet door (just a ft in front of him) & just stare at his C&B's. I was probably 4-6 at the time. I remember the size, thickness & hairiness of it.... I could only see half because it hung into the bowl.... but it was so interesting. Not sexually, just human intrigue & learning, I suppose. He always 'caught me'.... I can't really say 'caught', because it wasn't something wrong, just human nature.
He would bring the pages of the newspaper abruptly together to turn to the next page, & would see me. He would smile at me, look down at his manhood, back at me & just open the paper to the next page, re-blocking our eye contact. Other times he'd say something like "off ya go". But he never closed the door... & still doesn't, lol.
Also, each night he would come home from the General Motors - Holden plant, have a shower, eat dinner & then lie on the 3-seater lounge to watch the nightly news & a quiz show after it.
My 'place' to sit every night was under his legs at the other end of the 3-seater couch. He would lift his legs up so I could take my seat & then he would put his legs down on my lap.
Man-oh-man, I would sit there, with his crotch a mere few inches from my face & just stare in the gap. If I couldn't see it (somehow he knew), he would pretend to scratch his pubes/ cock base/ balls to open the gap up & would then put his hands behind his head again. My Mum & younger brother never clicked on.
I used to just ogle at his big, long, thick foreskin. & how fat & veiny his dick was & how hairy his big balls were (it all looked massive to me back then 6-12). He would clench it sometimes to make it bounce & grow...but he never got 'stiff', just 'lazy-chubbed' to his hip-bone & the foreskin would slowly roll back behind the head.... & then it would shrink back down again. Truly endless fascination to my young eyes & big dreams in my head, that mine would get that big & hairy one day too, lol! It didn't! ... Not far off though.
The 'cherry on the top' of all these experiences was when I was 13-14 & had come home from school early because our opponent rugby team did a 'no show' to the inter-school game
we were matched in, so we were dismissed early (that was very rare).
For whatever reason, I didn't come through the front door as usual (which was a noisy entry), I went around the back & entered through the sliding door. I wasn't trying to be quiet or anything, but he never heard me come in.
This was in the very early 90's & my family had an old Commodore 64 computer that was kept in my room.
I just casually walked down the hall & into my bedroom... & here was my Dad, sitting at my computer table, jerking this massive white pole (which I never quite inherited).
I just stopped in sheer shock. He saw me & jumped upright, yelling "what the bloody hell are you doing home so bloody early?!" trying to pull his underwear & shorts up. All I remember is this massive fat dick bouncing up & down as he's trying to pull up his pants & run past me out my bedroom door. I think I mumbled. All I remember is 'veiny, thick & shiny... & the arch to it; like a rainbow, hinged to his groin. Just bouncing wildly.
Looking back, I wanted to grab it soooo bad as he scoot past me, just to feel the thickness & hardness (I still remember why I wanted too, very clearly) but I was in complete shock... & I just never would. ...But damn I wish I did.
