rutter222
Exposing my tightly whities whenever I can
- Location
- Phoenix, Arizona,United States
And that is what led to my underwear fetish. He would come home from work as a stone mason and my mom would make him get undressed in our mud room. Then he'd walk into the kitchen where I was doing homework in just white sweatsocks and tightly whities. He was a big, muscular guy and he wore his briefs a size smaller because they gave him better support. I started realizing I was into him when I was 12 or 13.
We used to go on these camping trips. I think it was just an excuse to get away from my mom, but we'd hike, swim and make fires. And Dad would drink. A lot! I never thought of him as a drunk, but on one trip he drank like 18 beers at least, throughout the day. I didn't even realize he was drunk until later that night when he stood up from his chair by the fire and said he had to piss. He stumbled backwards and fell flat on his back. He hit his head pretty hard too.
He layed there on the ground for a few minutes and I saw a dark spot form around his crotch. He had pissed himself. I tried waking him but it took some doing. After a few minutes he opened his eyes. I was so relieved. He said he was okay and then I pointed out that he pissed himself. "Aww fuck!!" He said. He stood and dropped his pants, took off his piss soaked briefs and threw them in the fire. His massive cock just hung there. Then he said he was going to bed and I should put out the fire. He unzipped the tent...exposing a remarkably pink button hole in his hairy ass crack, then flopped down in the tent on top of his sleeping bag on his back.
I took my time putting the fire out and he was snoring like a buzz saw. I waited a bit to see if he calmed down but he never did. It was so loud. Eventually I stripped down to my briefs and crawled into the tent. He didn't leave me much room and I tried waking him but nothing, so I just layed there. Then I noticed his fat flaccid cock...right there. Looking at me. He was uncut and it looked like a big Polish sausage. I tried moving him over but there was no rousing him. He just kept snoring...and I notices when I pushed him, his dick would flop back and forth. After a while I started to get my nerve up. I reached out slowly. First I poked it. He didn't move or break stride. Then I layed my finger on it lightly. Still snoring. I was surprised how warm it was. Then I got the balls to grip it in my fist, which I did...and then jerked him off. Just a little. He wasn't hard..but the feeling of his warm fleshy meat stick in my hand is something I still beat off to today.
We used to go on these camping trips. I think it was just an excuse to get away from my mom, but we'd hike, swim and make fires. And Dad would drink. A lot! I never thought of him as a drunk, but on one trip he drank like 18 beers at least, throughout the day. I didn't even realize he was drunk until later that night when he stood up from his chair by the fire and said he had to piss. He stumbled backwards and fell flat on his back. He hit his head pretty hard too.
He layed there on the ground for a few minutes and I saw a dark spot form around his crotch. He had pissed himself. I tried waking him but it took some doing. After a few minutes he opened his eyes. I was so relieved. He said he was okay and then I pointed out that he pissed himself. "Aww fuck!!" He said. He stood and dropped his pants, took off his piss soaked briefs and threw them in the fire. His massive cock just hung there. Then he said he was going to bed and I should put out the fire. He unzipped the tent...exposing a remarkably pink button hole in his hairy ass crack, then flopped down in the tent on top of his sleeping bag on his back.
I took my time putting the fire out and he was snoring like a buzz saw. I waited a bit to see if he calmed down but he never did. It was so loud. Eventually I stripped down to my briefs and crawled into the tent. He didn't leave me much room and I tried waking him but nothing, so I just layed there. Then I noticed his fat flaccid cock...right there. Looking at me. He was uncut and it looked like a big Polish sausage. I tried moving him over but there was no rousing him. He just kept snoring...and I notices when I pushed him, his dick would flop back and forth. After a while I started to get my nerve up. I reached out slowly. First I poked it. He didn't move or break stride. Then I layed my finger on it lightly. Still snoring. I was surprised how warm it was. Then I got the balls to grip it in my fist, which I did...and then jerked him off. Just a little. He wasn't hard..but the feeling of his warm fleshy meat stick in my hand is something I still beat off to today.
