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Grown student gets revenge on former teacher.
Then, slowly, he turned to get the pajama bottoms off the bed.
I could see everything. His cock was thick and uncut and much darker than his skin, and it curved down below his balls. He held the pajama bottoms up as if inspecting them, which gave me all the time in the world to savor the sight of his thick tool. I was at full attention. He took a long time putting on the pants, and he knew I could see him. He took so long that I thought he might be showing me his cock on purpose.
My mouth was watering and I was sweating. That beautiful cock! I had it locked in my mind now. I got up and flushed the toilet. "Thanks dad." I said, rushing past him. I went to my room and barely touched myself before I exploded.
That night I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about that cock! I had his handkerchief pressed against my face as I lay in bed, and I was reveling in the musky smell and the image in my memory. Every noise I heard that night sent my head spinning. Was he coming to my room? Did he know what I wanted? I was sure that he had exposed himself to me intentionally.
By the next morning I had regained a little of my composure. I figured that the idea that he had deliberately shown me his cock was ridiculous. It was all in my mind. I went into the kitchen in my underwear, and my dad was there in his bathrobe, reading the paper and drinking coffee. I said good morning and poured myself some cereal. I sat across from him and began to eat. After a while he looked at me over his paper. "Hey, I meant to ask you," he said, "have you seen my red handkerchief?"
My stomach did a summersault and I looked at him red-faced. "Your handkerchief?"
"Yeah, my handkerchief. It's been missing for over a week. I put it in the hamper and it just disappeared."
I looked at him like he was crazy. "No I haven't seen your handkerchief." I said.
He chuckled. "Okay, I just thought I'd ask." He stood up and took his coffee cup to the sink and I noticed that his robe was untied. He put the cup down and as he turned toward me it fell open for a moment and I saw the object of my desire. From where I was sitting I could've reached out and touched it, it was that close. He looked at me as he closed his robe and tied his belt. "Time for my shower." He said. As he passed me he put a hand on my shoulder. I was stunned. It was intentional. It had to be.
I heard the water start and I knew what I was supposed to do. My hands were shaking as I walked through the bedroom. I stopped at the open bathroom door and knocked on the door jamb. "Dad? Can I use the toilet?"
"Yeah, sure." He said over the sound of the water.
I walked in and looked at my dad in the glass enclosed shower. He had his back to me and was soaping up his front. I pulled my underwear down and sat on the toilet. I couldn't take my eyes off his glistening skin. He slowly turned around and there it was. His cock was fully erect now, and covered in soap. He had his eyes closed and his head tilted back into the stream. I was instantly hard, and I had no way to hide it if he looked at me. The head of my cock was straining at the skin and I was actually afraid it might split. I stared at my father's beautiful, hard, soapy cock and a whipmer came out of my mouth. He kept his head back and reached forward and grasped his huge member, giving it a couple of strokes. I was panting loudly, and I realized I couldn't control it, so I ran out of the room.
It was too much, I couldn't take it. Without even touching myself I came in the hall before I reached my room. I was shaking as I cleaned up the mess on the carpet. I got dressed quickly and left for school early. I was totally freaked out.
I went through the day in a kind of daze, I don't remember any of it. I had seen my father's cock, fully erect, right in front of me, and he had stroked it knowing I was there. It was more than a boy could handle.
When I got home that evening my dad was sitting in the living room watching TV.