Since the renovation of my house some 3 years ago, I've taken a rather
small attic, rare for a Malaysian home, as my room - the only way to get
some privacy. Some 2 months after moving up there, the key to my basement
gate became missing in my mother's duplicate-the-keys drive. While
originally, I have full intention of sleeping in the nude, basking in my
new privacy, jacking off and porn is tinged with a little risk - though I
soon found out that nobody comes up to my attic.
One fateful day, it so happen that DSL is out (rare) and my hard disk
have been newly reformatted. To make matters worse, all my porn was in
DVD-R's, while my DVD writer was claiming warranty - no way to read them.
In other words, there was no accessible porn. But I was extremely horny.
Unable to sleep that night, I started to relieve my harden shlong -
uncut, slightly less than 7", around 4am in the morning.
Midstroke, suddenly my dad, evidently just woke up, crept up the attic.
He quickly avert his eyes while I turn as red as a lobster, quickly
replacing my dick into the fly of my boxers. My dad continued up the
narrow stairs - which would be funny to watch if I wasn't thoroughly
embarrassed. My dad was rather large, but the big defining part of his
body was his large beer belly, disproportionate to the rest of his body.
I started breaking out cold sweats - I'm from a conservative Indian
family, masturbation is look down upon by religion.
He then asked me where I kept the printer paper, "In the bottom drawer,"
I immediately reply. He was probably printing something for work, and
probably woke up to get ready for some big meeting or something. He then,
printer paper in hand, turn back towards me and said, "Oh, don't stop on
my account".
I'm dying in shame, waiting for my father to scream at me, and that's
what he said. He then started talking in Tamil, saying that he regrets
not giving me the birds and the bee's when I was younger (typical
conservative Asian). He then asked me if I watched porn. I looked away,
refusing to answer. He then asked again, saying, "Don't worry, I won't
scold you, it's nothing to be ashamed of". I gave him a rather weak nod.
He went on saying pornography is good, and better and safer than sleeping
around. He looked down at my gate and said, "Perhaps I should get you a
new lock and key". He then glanced down at my boxers, noticing that my
cock was still tenting at maximum capacity. He continued saying, "You
should really take care of that". At that time, I noticed that he was
tenting in his sarong (dhotti/mundu), the only piece of cloth he was
wearing. He then urged me on, saying, "Come on, we're both men, there
won't be anything shocking. Besides, it's nothing I haven't recently seen
anyway"
So I unbuttoned the fly on my boxers, and my dick just bounced out. With
his urging, I started stroking it slowly, aided with vast amounts of
precum.
He then said, "You know what? It would be a waste if there's two people
and you're masturbating. Want to try something else?" Without waiting my
response, he pulled me up from my bed and pull down my boxers. He then
started massaging my balls. He asked, "Have you been french kissed
before?" As soon as I started shaking my head, his lips were on mine and
he started tonguing me.
He then removed my T-Shirt and said, "Ahh, you have breasts. Indian men
usually have them (while he was shaking his with his free hand). He then
took his other hand from my balls and started pinching them, proceeding
quickly to sucking them, proceeding to using his finger to start
fingering my man cunt.
He then went back to frenching me, pull my ass to make my body press
against his. After a few minutes, he went back down to my breasts but
stayed there for a few short seconds, with huge moans coming from my
mouth. "That's it, show that you're having fun, nobody else is at home!"
(My mother was at work in Europe, my sister was at varsity, my brother
holidaying south near and in Singapore). He then went down to my torso,
sucking in my balls - they felt soooo good in his mouth, my hand
spontaneously went to my dick. Letting go of my balls, he said, "No, no,
don't waste it" and pushed away my hand. Then he started licking my piss
slit. Moments later, he pushed me and himself on the bed and took in my
whole cock.
After what might be 5-10 minutes, I started to shout, "I'm going to cum!
I'm going to cum" and tried to pull my cock out of his mouth. He
resisted, leveraging his hands on my ass to keep it in there. "Ahh! AHH!
AHH!" I started shooting in his mouth. He swallowed every bit of my man
juice and keep my dick in his warm mouth until it started to shrink.
Letting go, he said, "Return the favour" as he got up. From my part of
the bed, I went under his sarong and started stroking his dick. It seem
fatter and longer than mine and soon I submerged myself under his airy
sarong, sucking him keenly. Taking his sarong off, he said, "Want to try
something new? I nodded with his dick in my mouth and his balls in my
hands. He must be 8.5-9" and twice as thick as mine. I guess my dick size
was from my mother side
I'm disgressing. He pulled his dick from my mouth and turn me around and
started licking the asshole he was fingering early. He got up and said
that we better go to his room. With his hand on my ass as we walked, we
reached his room and I went to his king-sized bed. He then retrieved a
box of condoms and Durex lube. He went to the bed side and said, "There,
suck on this while I open his box". Few sucks later, he pulled my head
from his now-semi soft dick (he's 55), pull back his foreskin and
inserted a condom. He started frenching me again where I could taste
remnants of my cum earlier while his dick grew again. Once completely
firm, he turned me around.
Having been fucked before, I knew what to expect. But chubby Chinese men
- the kind I chase - typically aren't all that well endowed. So my
fathers schlong was a challenge. Soon I and my father was moaning heavily
and he sigh deeply, splurting his cum within his condom. Resting over me,
tired, he said, "Remember to always wear a condom, I got Hep C because I
didn't".
He got out from me, condom still on hard dick, went over to his desk and
put the printer paper into the printer, allowing the printing process to
start. He then walked, over to his alarm clock and set it to 7 am, saying
back to me that he has a meeting at 8:30am with prospective clients. He
then slipped out the condom, tied a knot around it, and threw it in the
wastepaper basket. Switching on the fan and aircond, something we
neglected to do in the heat of passion, he snuggled up against me, "Your
mom is not comfortable with porn and she knows her way around my computer
better than I do. Could I, at anytime, use your computer?" I said, "yes,"
in reply in which he said, "As a reward, whenever your mother's not
around, you can 'sleep' in my room".
