Staying in my dads flat in the summer, I was far too hot. I got up in the middle of the night and stripped down to my briefs. When I woke up my dad was sitting on the bed, stroking my face. I kept still. Somehow in the night, I had kicked my covers off the bed.
m to have sex with me, but we were both too nervous to talk about it. His family moved him away, we said we would keep tact, but we didn??t. I was alone again.
My sweet boy, youre so peaceful when your sleeping.
I wanted him closer to me, one night, about eleven months later when he was out, I moved from my bed and buried myself in his. I remembered the smell. Sweat, but not pu but sweet, mase. I knew he wouldnt be back for awhile so I slipped my briefs off and rolled naked in the sheets. My mind was wild, my penis hurt, I thought I was going to cum in his bed! The door clicked, he walked in. What mould he think if he found me here? Like this? He was drunk. Not very drunk, not very drunk at all now I think of it. Hi came up to his bed, I hid iher side, there were no lights. He took of his heavy boots, I heard them crash on the floor. I heard a zip, and then a long sequenuffled sound
I had fotten how lovely his hands were. As his touch reached my neck, I felt my bulge start to grow. I preteo turn over in my sleep, cealing it. His fiips pushed down my bad toyed with the elastiy underwear. He moved away. He had gone back to bed to pretend that he was asleep. When my ere had subsided I got up and walked into the bathroom. I ran a hot bath ahe door open. I lay ih fantasising about his hands, and his hair, and his chest. I wanted him to touch me more. When he came into the room I rolled over ih to hide my now throbbing penis. Whe on the edge, and played with the water I lifted my buttocks playfully above the surface his fingers purposely brushed my rear, and through his loose boxers I saw something move. He opened his mouth to say something, shook his head a, closing the door behind him.