When I discovered that my dad's red briefs were missing from my hiding place I was filled with a sense of shame and embarrassment. I don't know who found them there or what they did with them but whatever the answer was I knew it couldn't be good. It was bad enough that I had done what I did but to be discovered was almost too much for me to think about. I remembered the feeling of those briefs against my cock and the way it felt when I ran my hands across my ass - the smooth cotton stretched across caressing and hugging my skin so softly. I remembered the way the briefs made my cock look - allowing the outline of the head and shaft to appear softly against the fabric. I remembered trying to imagine what my dad's dick looked like in those briefs and the thrill of having my own cock where his rested. It was exciting but the guilt was starting to get to me.
The only consolation was that whoever found them never said anything about it. I never got a sense from anyone in my family that they had discovered my secret and for that I was extremely grateful. Maybe they knew that it was just a natural curiosity or maybe they thought I was just out of underwear. Whatever the reason, I was glad it never became an issue. Periodically I would check my dad's dresser drawers to see if the red briefs reappeared. They never did. Once, I took one of his regular white briefs and jacked off with them but it wasn't the same. Nothing was as sexy as seeing myself in those red briefs.
I tried to justify what I did in my own mind. I knew that I had a tendency to find men attractive even at that age and I enjoyed masturbating more than anything I ever did. But I was confused by my attraction to my dad's briefs. My dad was the only man I had ever seen naked and I wondered if that was why I was so turned on by his briefs. I would see him occasionally getting into or out of the shower and my natural curiosity would draw my attention to his crotch. He had a nice cock, not too big but to me it seemed huge. I would look at my own cock sometimes when it was soft and imagine it being that big. I'd cup my hand over it and imagine what it would feel like to be as big as him. He had a thick bush of black hair and his balls hung heavily from underneath his dick. When he walked his cock would move back and forth against his legs, his balls swinging in unison. I found the whole thing fascinating. It wasn't that I got aroused when I saw it but those nights thinking about it when I masturbated were exciting. To think that my own cock would be that big one day filled me with great pleasure.
I found myself getting more and more fascinated with my dad's cock and took every chance I could to see it. He was a landscaper and he worked outside most days so every day when he got home from work he would take a shower. I arranged my bedroom so that my desk was against the wall by my bedroom door. That way I could pretend to be doing homework while he walked upstairs and undressed in his bedroom. From my room I could see almost directly into his bedroom. As he undressed I could catch glimpses of him whenever he walked into my view. I tried not to be too obvious and since I didn't want him to know what I was doing but most days I got to see enough to make me happy. He had a beautiful body and a moderately hairy chest with a line of hair trailing from his stomach to his cock. I couldn't wait until I had hair like that and I wondered what it would feel like. I don't think he ever suspected what I was doing since he never bothered to close his bedroom door. It was an innocent gesture and occasionally I felt bad about being such a pervert, but every chance I could I would be at my desk "doing homework."
After his shower my dad would put his robe on and spend the rest of the evening relaxing in the living room watching tv. He didn't wear anything underneath his robe and as you can imagine, I spent many nights watching tv with him. He would sit on the couch and I would lay on the floor hoping to catch a glimpse of his cock whenever he adjusted his legs. It didn't happen very often but when it did I was thrilled. Occasionally, when he got up to leave the room he would absent-mindedly step over me so that I had a perfect view up his robe to his cock and balls. I don't think he thought anything of it but I was determined to see anything I could.
One night about a month after the briefs went missing my mom went out of town to visit her parents. My older brother was away at college so it was just the two of us. I found the thought of my dad and I being alone very exciting though I couldn't understand why. I had gotten it into my head that I wanted my dad to see me naked. It was a fantasy I had had for a couple of weeks and I couldn't get it out of my mind. I decided that one day while my mom was gone I would take a shower before he got home. He always got home around four o'clock and it wasn't unusual for me to take a shower in the afternoon after school. I tried to time it so that I would be drying off from my shower while he was getting ready for his. It would be inevitable that we would see each other.
The day that it happened I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't wait to get home from school that day and I think I was hard from the second I got in the door. I quickly went upstairs, took my clothes off and hopped in the shower. I stood there for a long time trying to get my cock to go down but it was useless. I didn't want my dad to see me hard. He would definitely think I was weird then. I just wanted him to see what I looked like naked. I turned off the shower and started drying off. If my cock wouldn't go down I would have to abandon my plan. When I heard the door open downstairs I freaked out. He would be upstairs in no time and I didn't want him to see me like this. Apparently the nervousness worked in my favor. As I continued to dry off and I heard my dad ascend the stairs, my cock got softer and softer until by the time my dad was at the top of the stairs it was only half hard. Since he hadn't seen me naked in a long time he wouldn't know the difference.
I had left the bathroom door open and when my dad reached the top of the stairs he poked his head in. I casually continued to dry myself off then draped the towel around my shoulders. My cock was still half hard but luckily was pointing downward as though it was soft. I felt the air rush over my naked body as he talked to me.
"What are you taking a shower for?" he asked.
"Last period gym," I lied. "We ran today."
"Don't you take a shower at school?" he asked, his eyes briefly scanning my body.
"We ran out of time." I lied again.
"Ok," he said. "You done?"
"Yeah," I said, turning to close the shower door. "It's all yours."
When I went back to my room I was filled with excitement. I didn't understand why I wanted this so bad but now that I had it I wanted more. I left my door open and slowly started to get dressed. I spent a good deal of time standing near the doorway combing my hair and applying deodorant before I put any clothes on while my dad undressed in his room. I could see him briefly but soon had to move out of view as my own cock got harder and harder. I ran past the doorway to grab my underwear just as my dad was making his way down the hall to the bathroom. By now my cock was sticking straight out but thankfully my dad wasn't paying attention. He went into the bathroom and took his shower. I quickly got dressed and went downstairs. The rush was thrilling. I knew I would have a great time masturbating that night.
I knew I couldn't do the same thing the next day or my dad would have gotten suspicious. Instead I sat at my desk doing homework when he got home from work. I wanted so badly for him to see me naked again but I didn't want to risk him thinking I was weird. I already felt weird enough. I was so ashamed that I found it difficult to even look at him in his room though I did see him out of the corner of my eye as he walked down the hallway toward the shower. "Hey sport," he said "How was school?"
I didn't want to look but I had no choice. "Good," I said, I tried not to look at his crotch but I was unsuccessful. I couldn't take my eyes off the thick cock hanging between his legs.
"That's good," he said and went into the shower.
My cock was so hard. He had never spoken to me when he was naked before. It was almost as exciting as him seeing me naked. Once again I went downstairs and KNEW that I was going to have a good night masturbating.
After dinner that night we went into the living room to watch some tv. As usual, my dad sat on the couch in his robe and I layed on the floor. It was a routine that I still looked forward to but which had lost some of its excitement after the events of the last two days. I found myself imagining more and more ways to be naked in front of him. I was simultaneously excited and ashamed and I loved the feeling. He started to adjust himself on the couch and I turned my head slightly in his direction to see what I might see. His robe had separated slightly and before he pulled it back together I could see a flash of red between his legs. I wasn't sure what I had seen so I waited impatiently for him to move again. A few minutes later he crossed his legs and one side of the bottom of his robe fell away to reveal a pair of red briefs against his hips. He sat like that for a moment then pulled the robe once again onto his lap.
My face had to have gotten as red as the briefs. I couldn't believe that he had found them. And I couldn't believe that he was wearing them. He never wore underwear under his robe. I tried to figure out what he was thinking. Maybe he had caught me looking at him in the living room and thought I was weird. Maybe he wanted to cover himself up. I guess I had been pretty obvious the last few days and maybe he had finally figured it out. I had been so horny I wasn't thinking clearly. That night I went to bed and didn't masturbate at all. I was mortified. But something inside me couldn't wait to get my hands on those briefs.
The next day when I got home from school I went down to the basement and looked in the laundry hamper. There they were right on top. I ran upstairs to my room and sat on my bed. The briefs were once again in my hands and I was so excited. I looked at them for a long time running my hand across the soft fabric, noticing how they were stretched slightly in the front where my dad's cock had layed the night before. I rested my hand on the inside of the crotch and then lifted the briefs to my face so I could smell them. They smelled like my dad's aftershave which made me even more excited. I let the fabric brush against my lips then set them down on the bed.
I knew that my dad was going to be home in less than an hour and I knew that I couldn't wait any longer. I stood up and took all of my clothes off and pulled the red briefs up my legs. Once again I stood in front of my mirror and looked at myself in the briefs. My hard cock pulled the fabric even more and I got closer to the mirror to see the outline of my cock underneath the fabric. I ran my hands over my cock and followed the fabric down to my balls and between my legs. I allowed my finger to slide under the seam and play with my asshole for a few moments. I pulled my finger out and re- adjusted my cock in the briefs several times to see what it looked like in different positions.
When I had gotten enough of that, I threw the clothes off my bed and layed on top of it. From my bed I could still see myself in the mirror but I just wanted to close my eyes and feel my cock through the briefs. I let my hand brush softly over the bulge in the briefs then grabbed it and let it go. It felt so good that I closed my eyes and let my mind and my hand wander. I imagined what would happen if my dad came home and caught me doing this. What if he was standing there right now while my eyes were closed. Would he yell at me? Would he watch? Would his own cock get hard underneath his clothes? My cock got harder and harder thinking of all the possibilities. The thought of him watching me stroke my cock through his red briefs got me so hot, though I knew that it could never really happen. I knew that it was just a fantasy but I wanted it so bad. Even if he just stood there and watched, I thought, it would be enough. Thinking that he knew that I wanted to have my cock in the same place that his was turned me on so much. I wanted him to know how much I admired his cock, how much I liked seeing it before his shower and at night in the living room. I wanted him to know that the real reason I liked looking at his cock was because I secretly wanted to imagine what it would feel like to touch it. To have his thick cock and big balls in my hand getting harder and harder against my skin.
The cum shot so far it hit me in the face. Absent-mindedly, I had pulled my cock from the briefs and started jacking and the orgasm was the best I had ever had. I licked the cum from my lips and layed there for a moment regaining my strength. I couldn't believe what I had done. I had never thought about touching him before. It made me feel so ashamed. I couldn't believe I thought that and that it was that thought that had made me cum. Was that my secret wish all along or was that just a fantasy. I didn't want to know. I just wanted to get dressed and put the red briefs back.
As I was getting ready to get up I heard the door downstairs open. I jumped from the bed cleaned off the cum with the red briefs and threw them on the other side of my bed out of sight. I quickly got dressed and sat down at my desk. My dad got ready for his shower but I didn't even look. I didn't want to do that anymore. It felt so good while it was happening but it felt so dirty afterward. I began to wonder what was wrong with me.
That night after dinner we once again watched tv. My dad went to bed early and I stayed up to finish a movie I was watching. I was very quiet that night ashamed by what I had thought that afternoon. I was glad when he went to bed so I wouldn't be tempted to look up his robe. When the movie finished I turned off the lights and went upstairs. It was after eleven and I just wanted to go to bed. I turned on the bedroom light and looked at the bed. The thoughts of the afternoon came back to me and I tried to put them out of my mind. I walked around to the other side of my bed to retrieve the red briefs and put them with my dirty clothes to go down to the laundry hamper. As I looked at the floor I was terrified by what I saw. The red briefs were gone once again. The cum soaked red briefs that I had worn while I jacked off were gone and there was just one person who could have seen them. I panicked. Now I was really embarrassed. I couldn't imagine what he thought of me now.
I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth so that I could go to sleep and forget about all of it. I turned on the light and noticed something laying on the floor. It was the red briefs. I picked them up cautiously from the floor and felt something wet on them. I turned them over and noticed my half dry cum stains on the front but what I couldn't believe was the fresh drops of cum that rested on top of the fabric. The briefs were soaking wet with my father's cum. Apparently I wasn't the only one at home with a fantasy.