A Good Father
My Dad is practically perfect in every way. At least in my eyes he is
practically perfect in every way. Even now at the age of 59, he is in
perfect shape from his salt and pepper hair to his perfectly shaped feet.
Dark complected with the perfect dusting of hair in all the right places.
Nudity was never an issue in our house growing up. My Dad, Mom and me in
the house there was never any need for modesty. My Dad was never ashamed
or shy in front of his wife or me, his flesh and blood so I was able to
compare my own growth and development against my hero pretty much as often
as I wanted.
My Dad always calls me by nicknames like "kiddo" or "mini-me" or "brat".
He smiles at me for no reason and always tells me things like "You are the
best thing I've done in my life". He is my hero and I want to be like him
in every possible way. He always compliments people even when they don't
really deserve to be complimented. He always finds something positive to
say to put people at ease. He looks you straight in the eye when he speaks
to you. The ladies are always stumbling all over themselves and some men
too for that matter with his good looks and personality.
The "talk" about the birds and the bees when I was 13 was not uncomfortable
at all. He said it was time he told me about some things to keep me
healthy. He said that I was his #1 priority and concern so he made it his
business to know all stages of my development even at the age of 13. He
explained the changes that were happening to me. He told me about the
changes that were still yet to happen and that I shouldn't be concerned or
frightened when the changes start.
He explained about masturbation and all the healthy things regular sessions
would do for me like relieve teenage stresses caused by peer pressure,
school work & rampant hormones. He told me that regular ejaculations would
keep my prostate healthy and reduce the risk of cancer when I got older.
He recommended I do it at night before bed to help me get a full nights
restful sleep or first thing in the morning before school to help me
concentrate on school work instead of girl watching all day. When I asked
my Dad if he masturbated regularly to keep healthy too, he said he didn't
as much as he did when he was my age but he still did from time to time.
This worried me because if it were as healthy as he said it was, I wanted
nothing more for him than to stay healthy too. I knew when he and my mom
were having sex because the squeaky bed frame they've had all these years
is pretty hard to miss when they're going at it. The problem was, I don't
hear the squeak very much these days and I worry that my Dad isn't being
kept healthy like he should be. I worry for his stress level and the fact
that his prostate is not being kept active and healthy too so I asked my
Mom if she and Dad were happy. She said yes so I swallowed hard and came
right out with it. I told her that I was worried for Dad's health and that
he may not be getting enough sex or whatever. She smiled at me and told me
that I shouldn't worry and that she would make sure that Dad was kept
healthy in that department. That night, the bed squeaked like crazy and I
was so happy my Mom understood my worry and started taking better care of
my Dad. I get a serious feeling of pride for my Dad when I hear their bed
taking a beating like that. My Dad is such a dude. A total manly dude and
now that we've had the birds and bees talk, I feel good knowing that he's
being taken care of too in that respect.
Dad walked in on me having a good jerk off session one saturday morning
when I was 17. He smiled and said for me to take my time but to come see
him when I finished up because he had a surprise for me and smiled and
walked out of the room closing the door behind him. At the time, our home
was such a comfortable atmosphere that it felt no different to me than if
he had walked in and caught me brushing my teeth or something. Some of my
friends tell me this is a rare thing to have such supportive and loving
parents. I realize how lucky I am.
When I started having sex with my regular girlfriend, I would hint around
to Dad that I wanted to spend some "quality" time with her but had nowhere
to take her. My Dad would make a movie night date with Mom ironically for
later that same night and made it a point to tell me exactly how long they
would be gone and exactly what time they would be back. Without actually
say it, I knew this was my Dad's way of giving me permission to bring her
home with me but Mom was clearly not to know anything about it. That was
the night I found out that my bed squeaked the same way my parents bed did
and somehow it made me proud to know that.
I started sleeping nude when i was very young because my Dad slept that way
and I wanted to be just like him. Mom was not crazy about it but never
discouraged me from it. She just said that I should keep warm in the
winter and get an extra blanket so I didn't get a chill. Dad didn't want
to turn up the thermostat and burn mom out of the house so he bought me a
portable heater for my room so I would be comfortable no matter how cold it
got outside. He said, men should be comfortable in their own home and told
me not to worry about it and for me to sleep however I was comfortable.
This was my life and the relationship I had, still have and cherish to this
day with my Father. I see him as a bulletproof hero but also, at the same
time, I see him as the human being his is capable of mistakes and
miscalculations. Much like the miscalculation he made the day he thought I
was staying after school for baseball practice but instead I came home and
found him on the sofa naked with a porn playing on the tv and oil all over
his penis and his left hand. He didn't panic or anything but he did grab
his towel wipe his hands off and gather his clothes and quickly try to
remove the DVD from the player and excuse himself to his room. That was
it. I couldn't take it. My hormones flew out of control. I followed him
to his room and knocked on his door. He answered with a towel around his
waist. I went in and told him I wanted to show him how to play the DVD on
his laptop so he didn't have to watch his porn in the living room anymore
and risk being seen by mom. He smiled at me when I started the DVD and
left him to finish what he started. I patted him on the shoulder as I
passed by on my way out of his room. I went straight to my room and jacked
off like my life depended on it. The image of my major hot naked Dad on
the sofa with lube on his penis and left hand sent me over the edge. I
played for over half an hour on the bed before finally blowing a load so
powerful I thought I was going to shoot cum onto the ceiling. To this day,
I can't get over the fact that both my father and me are right handed for
everything except for ONE THING. We are both left handed jackers and I
think that is incredible because neither one of us knew that about each
other before that day.
My Dad is practically perfect in every way. At least in my eyes he is
practically perfect in every way.
I write what I know because this story is true. I couldn't imagine an
actual sexual relationship with my Dad but I can completely understand
son's who might fantasize about their Dads.
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