Dad was a pilot for a major airline. I loved the way he looked in his uniform when he was leaving or coming home from a trip. He was so handsome. Daddy was 6' 3" of solid man. The hair from his chest went all the way down his body to his calves.
Whenever he was getting ready to go flying, I would sneak a look from around the bedoom door into the closet where he would stand naked after his shower. My little boy-dick would get so hard looking at daddy that I had to go jack off as soon as he left.
This time I was so horny that I couldn't wait until he left. I ran upstairs, closed the door and ripped off all my clothing. Dad never came by my room to say goodnight, he always waited until morning to say hi to me before school so I figured I was safe. I was lying on my bed with my boy-cock in my hand when there was a knock at my bedroom door. I froze in horror.
"Son", dad called out, "my flight this evening was cancelled, so I'm inviting the guys over for a game of poker".
I scrammbled to my feet pulling up my underware. Trying to act like I was half asleep, I yelled back ,"Uh...Ok Dad." Now I was more excited than ever. The guys were coming over.
I always loved it when Daddy would have the guys over for cards. They would get really drunk and at some point start taking off thier shirts and shoes to get more comfortable. As the evening wore on, I couldn't sleep knowing that there was a house full of studs right downstairs. I could over hear lots of laughing and carryng on.
Whenever he was getting ready to go flying, I would sneak a look from around the bedoom door into the closet where he would stand naked after his shower. My little boy-dick would get so hard looking at daddy that I had to go jack off as soon as he left.
This time I was so horny that I couldn't wait until he left. I ran upstairs, closed the door and ripped off all my clothing. Dad never came by my room to say goodnight, he always waited until morning to say hi to me before school so I figured I was safe. I was lying on my bed with my boy-cock in my hand when there was a knock at my bedroom door. I froze in horror.
"Son", dad called out, "my flight this evening was cancelled, so I'm inviting the guys over for a game of poker".
I scrammbled to my feet pulling up my underware. Trying to act like I was half asleep, I yelled back ,"Uh...Ok Dad." Now I was more excited than ever. The guys were coming over.
I always loved it when Daddy would have the guys over for cards. They would get really drunk and at some point start taking off thier shirts and shoes to get more comfortable. As the evening wore on, I couldn't sleep knowing that there was a house full of studs right downstairs. I could over hear lots of laughing and carryng on.