but he just immediately picked it off and ate it. When he came back from the chip shop, he immediately stripped down to his now 4 day old boxers and sat on the sofa, digging into his chips.Īfter a while of sitting there with him, trying my hardest to actually watch the TV, I saw as he dropped a chip down onto his sweaty, hairy, belly. Dad decided it was gonna be a fish and chips night. That night, with it being the first that Mom was away on one of her new business trips. I find myself getting another boner and quickly make my way to the washing machine, dump the dirty sheets in there and start it off. God, how I wish I could've be there to smell that musky scent on his hands. As I look in, he reaches his hand down into his sweaty underwear, gives his massive bull balls a good scratch, then brings his hand back up for a sniff. His thick, strong chest boasting a jungle of hair that then trails down his stomach, eventually into his boxers where I can see his bulge which is (as ever), almost bursting open the buttons on the front. I swear he's been wearing the same ones for a few day's now. As ever, (when mom's away), he's just wearing his classic, plaid boxer shorts. In the lounge, my Dad lays across the sofa. Once my shaft finally lowers, I make my way out of the room and sneak down the stairs past the lounge and to the washing machine. I remember a couple of the boys at school would joke about their morning wood's sometimes and how they 'took care of it', but I don't really understand how that works.
It's really annoying not being able to get rid of it faster.
I get up, and wait for my morning wood to disappear.
But then these dreams are probably the closest I'll ever get to my dad's bulge. It's been really hard to keep sneaking my sheets into the washing every morning. These dreams have been happening so often nowadays. I never cross past the tantalising line of his boxers in my dreams (as much as I try).
Last night was another full of blissful dreams, most of them involving Dad.