br0b8:My dad’s a big, muscular guy, and the sober look on his bearded face made me nervous. He held
br0b8:My dad’s a big, muscular guy, and the sober look on his bearded face made me nervous. He held something in his hand, and looking closer I realized it was my cum rag.“Son, I found this under your bed.”“What the heck were you doing in there?”“Never mind that. I think it’s high time we talked about this.”“About what?” I was confused, cause my dad’s a pretty sexual guy, and I never felt like jerking off was a big deal.“From the looks of this rag you’ve been stroking the lizard way too much.” He tossed it into a pile of dirty clothes. “Would you shut the door?” He put his arm around my shoulder.“It’s not healthy for a guy to spend so much time by himself. I know it’s hard at your age. Girls don’t know what they want, and guys only want one thing. It can be frustrating.”“To say the least,” I said.“So you’re a virgin?”“Um…yeah.”“It’s okay. I figured as much. And I want to help you, any way that I can.” He wrapped his arm around my neck and pulled me close; my face rested against his beefy, hairy chest. He smelled like fresh soap and cologne.“Geez, dad. I feel like I’ll never get laid. And if I ever do get the chance, I’m scared I might not know – like – what to do.”“Son, every young guy has been in your position, but don’t let it get you down. You’re a real handsome guy, and you’ll be pulling more pussy than you can handle in no time.” His words were reassuring. It was just like my dad to show such concern for me. He was always a hands-on kind of father.Looking me in the eyes, real “man-to-man”-like, he continued.“If you’re really anxious about fucking, there might be a way I could help you out. Are you interested?”“Sure!”“You could get the experience you need, and we could both have a bit of fun in the process.”“How?”“You can practice. With me.”“With you?”“Hey, I may be your old man, but I still got spunk in me that would put a sixteen-year-old to shame.” It was true – my dad’s a totally sexy guy. Girls were always checking him out on the street.“I can’t believe you’d be willing to do that for me.”“Just think of it as a warm-up before the big game,” Dad said as he slipped off his workout pants. “Everyone needs a dry run now and again. It takes the edge off.” by Natty SolteszThis is an excerpt from my story “Practice Makes Perfect” - read the entire story here. Treat yourself to one of my ebooks or paperbacks - they’re pornolicious!Natty Soltesz is creating gay erotic fiction | Patreon -- source link