When Dad retired from the police force after 30 years a few months ago, I thought he’d just take up golf like every other man does when he retires. Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon him one morning while browsing through one of my favorite gay cam sites after I’d taken two “I deserve a break” days off of work.I sat there, enraptured, as I watched him on his bed, leaning against the headboard and not a stitch of clothing on his perfectly chiseled body except his favorite hat that he always wore when he ran, went to the gym, and practically everywhere else. The way he looked directly at me through the computer as he sat there, legs spread, jacking his cock. He knew exactly how to play to the camera…when to give a naughty, sexy smile…when to wink…when to smirk. It was as if he’d been doing this his whole life. My father was practically a fuckin’ professional jack-off artist!Before long, my shorts were crumpled-up at my feet and I was furiously jacking my own aching dick right along with him. I’d always looked up to and admired him. Hell, the man was my hero when I was growing up. I’d wanted to be just like him. Even now, I spent four days a week at
