His smell was intoxicating. I stayed motionless for a while, happy to watch the clear fluid slowly appear, his dick bobbing every now and then as he drifted happily back into sleep. Once his steady breathing told me that he was away, I reached across as gently as possible and caught some of his juice on my fingertip, rubbing it lightly over the swollen piss hole before massaging it with extreme care into that electric spot just below the eye, feeling the taut cord of his frenulum hum beneath my touch. Gay sex I was woken by my father’s soft breathing, punctuated occasionally by a gentle snore. The clear juice of his precum slowly thickened and became more opaque as it transformed into semen, flowing in an almost steady stream from his piss-slit, a soft low moan escaping his lips as his gentle orgasm continued.I pressed my fingers slightly harder against his shaft and could feel the flow of jizz pumping just beneath the skin, like an underground stream. And then of course his cock, meaty and limp hanging out of the loose pyjama flap, resting on top of his hairy balls which seemed even bigger than I’d remembered; probably hanging lower with age, I mused.I’d always loved seeing him naked, even as a
