I have always had the hots for my father and sought every opportunity to see him without his clothes. My first recollection of being turned on by Dads body is about age 10. Whether he just had his shirt off, or was wearing shorts, or better yet, in his Jockeys or Speedo, or in his half-open bathrobe, I absolutely drooled over his body. I had never seen him completely nude, but a boy can always dream!
Dad is 61", weighs around 190 and is covered in dark, curly hair from head to toe. Although he sat behind a desk all day, he was always in great shape. I dont remember him ever "working out" per se, but he was always active - working in the yard, renovating the house, walking rather than driving, etc. His "after work" outfit was most often a white T-shirt and tight, faded 501s. The T-shirt clung to his chest and arms like a second skin - clearly outlining his firm pecs, with their large nipples which always seemed to be erect, and his huge biceps. I loved the way his heavy pelt of chest fur peaked out through the neck of his shirt and the short sleeves exposed the profusion of hair on his strong arms. When he raised his arms, I could catch a glimpse of the thick forest of hair in his pits. His tight, worn jeans showed off his high, round, tight ass and thick muscular thighs and calves. The front of the jeans were worn and faded in all the right places to show off his large basket. I could actually see the outline of his cock and balls through the material and oh how I longed to see them hanging free and clear. His cock looked to be about 5 inches long under that faded denim and his balls looked huge. The denim was so thin and faded that it clung to and outlined his jewels in fantastic relief. He usually wore white crew socks and sneakers but when he would put on a pair of sandals they showed off his perfectly formed feet with patches of thick hair on each beautiful toe. Looking at him gave me hardons long before I even knew what they meant!
Dad is 61", weighs around 190 and is covered in dark, curly hair from head to toe. Although he sat behind a desk all day, he was always in great shape. I dont remember him ever "working out" per se, but he was always active - working in the yard, renovating the house, walking rather than driving, etc. His "after work" outfit was most often a white T-shirt and tight, faded 501s. The T-shirt clung to his chest and arms like a second skin - clearly outlining his firm pecs, with their large nipples which always seemed to be erect, and his huge biceps. I loved the way his heavy pelt of chest fur peaked out through the neck of his shirt and the short sleeves exposed the profusion of hair on his strong arms. When he raised his arms, I could catch a glimpse of the thick forest of hair in his pits. His tight, worn jeans showed off his high, round, tight ass and thick muscular thighs and calves. The front of the jeans were worn and faded in all the right places to show off his large basket. I could actually see the outline of his cock and balls through the material and oh how I longed to see them hanging free and clear. His cock looked to be about 5 inches long under that faded denim and his balls looked huge. The denim was so thin and faded that it clung to and outlined his jewels in fantastic relief. He usually wore white crew socks and sneakers but when he would put on a pair of sandals they showed off his perfectly formed feet with patches of thick hair on each beautiful toe. Looking at him gave me hardons long before I even knew what they meant!