Sure enough he was headed for the toilet.my heart started beating with anticipation and excitement. Patiently I waited for about 40 minutes or so and finally I heard him stirring around and getting up.
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I decided it was a good time to quietly go down to his cave and install myself behind the gloryhole and wait to see if he was going to use the toilet after he woke up from his nap. As usual dad was having a little nap after supper. One night I finally got an opportunity to try out the glory hole. That way I could see his cock, watch him piss. I could sneak downstairs and watch when dad used the toilet. I got all excited when I realized that this was the perfect natural glory hole. It looked to be nearly a three-foot space. Upon checking it out closely I could see a space behind the plywood wall so I went and had a look and sure enough there was a small space between the main basement wall and the cubicle wall. It was obvious that the knot had dried, shrivelled up and fallen out thereby leaving a good size hole about 6 inches in diameter. As I was taking a leak I noticed one of the big knots in the plywood sheet that was to the right of the toilet had fallen out.
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While I was down there cleaning I had to piss so I used dad's toilet. Dad asked if I would clean up his cave for him. One day my dad was out doing errands so I was on my own at home. It was masculine and it was my dad's manhood. His bulge was always plump and heavy looking.
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He often adjusted his bulge when I was around slipping a hand into his briefs and fondling himself while watching television or even while sitting at the kitchen table. We never talked about sex but I felt my dad was cool about it. He was my hero and my dream was to be there for him to service his cock whenever he needed me to. I did not want him to catch me on all fours. Suddenly he moved his leg and that scared me. I managed to cop a feel, feeling his big semi-hard cock.wow! what a feeling and it was big. I wanted to caress his bulge so much, feel it and hold it in my mouth. I was so excited and nervous, my cock was erect and dripping precum like a faucet. I summoned my courage and leaned over and smelled his musky man scented pouch. My face was right at the level of his big bulge.his strong hairy thighs looked massive and masculine. So with all my courage I got down on the floor and quietly crawled over lizard like. I was mesmerized to see him like that.Īs much as I was afraid I wanted to crawl over on my fours so I could get a good view of his big daddy bulge. Dad was a sound sleeper.took a lot to wake him up.
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One time I went down to his cave to let him know dinner would be ready in an hour and he was lying on the couch in his white briefs and t-shirt, one leg off the sofa the other on the sofa so his legs were spread apart and his manly bulge looked to be so full and big. I often had sexual fantasies about my dad imagining myself crawling up between his wide spread legs while he napped. Dad was a guy just being a guy and that was ok by me. I was always quick to observe how big his pouch was. He didn't mind me seeing him in his underwear. He loved to hang out in his white briefs (the ones with the big slit on the side) a used t-shirt that came down to his waistband which meant you could easily see his manly bulge. He even built a roughshod toilet cubicle.no sink.just a toilet in a roughly made cubicle with plywood sheets. All in all it was nothing special but it was dads. It had two old comfy sofas, three big fat upholstered chairs, a big coffee table, and second hand lamps. The room was decorated in early retro and hand me downs.
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He had fixed his special place to be cozy. I was allowed to go down to dad's sanctuary on the condition I asked permission to do so. Even when mom was alive she was not allowed to go down was MEN ONLY.off limits to the opposite sex. Often he would retreat to his man cave to watch games, have a few beers and generally relax. He loved his sports, hockey and football. I was 23 years old.ĭad was a man of few words the kind that kept to himself. He liked that I agreed to stay on after my mother's passing, that way we could share our modest bungalow and keep expenses down. Recently mother had passed away after a long and painful illness which left my father and me on our own. I lived in a quiet neighbourhood with my dad.