It was the summer of my Junior year in High School and I had just gotten home from a very long two week stay with my mother's parents. I loved my grandparents but they had a very bad habit of being just a bit too protective of me and it got to a point where I just didn't like going to see them any more. Their daughter, my mother, died when I was eight years old and I had lived with my father ever since that time. My grandparent's fought to get legal custody of me as they thought my father was not a responsible enough man to raise me according to their standards. The court, thank God, granted my father custody and he raised me as best he knew how. I really wanted for nothing and his employment kept us locked into the upper middle class of society. I had many good friends growing up and was quite envious of them when it came time to pretty much being on my own. When I was a young teenager my father's work required that he be out of town about a week every month and during that time I was on my own. I enjoyed those times quite a bit and used them to find out secret stuff about my father by going through his drawers and closets.
Dad was pretty much a loner and I never figured out why he never remarried. He had plenty of women friends and I thought for sure that some day he would marry one of them, but he remained single until the day he died. He was extremely handsome, had a magnificent body which I had come to notice quite frequently when we were lounging around the house in the evenings. I knew he had a very big cock because one time I saw it hard and just couldn't believe the size of it. He was sleeping one morning when I went into his room to get a new razor blade from his bathroom for my shaver and he had kicke the covers off himself during the night. I guess he always slept in the nude and there it was....a huge fat cock about 10.5 inches long (I know because years later I measured it for myself) hard as a rock sticking way past his belly button. His balls were haning between his legs resting on the matress below. I just stood there mesmerized at it's girth. Little did I know then, that I tood would eventually grow into the same type of man. My cock is almost a duplicate of dad's.
Dad was pretty much a loner and I never figured out why he never remarried. He had plenty of women friends and I thought for sure that some day he would marry one of them, but he remained single until the day he died. He was extremely handsome, had a magnificent body which I had come to notice quite frequently when we were lounging around the house in the evenings. I knew he had a very big cock because one time I saw it hard and just couldn't believe the size of it. He was sleeping one morning when I went into his room to get a new razor blade from his bathroom for my shaver and he had kicke the covers off himself during the night. I guess he always slept in the nude and there it was....a huge fat cock about 10.5 inches long (I know because years later I measured it for myself) hard as a rock sticking way past his belly button. His balls were haning between his legs resting on the matress below. I just stood there mesmerized at it's girth. Little did I know then, that I tood would eventually grow into the same type of man. My cock is almost a duplicate of dad's.