Dad discovered that I stole his briefs
The highlight of every week was always visiting my dad and staying over for a night or two.
After I crossed a boundary while drunk on holiday I learned to appreciate dad from a distance. It wasn't always easy though. Every time dad was in his underwear or whenever I caught a glimpse of him naked, it was just as exciting as the first time. Everything about him ticked every conceivable box I could have for a man. From his broad shoulders, mischievous grin, lumberjack beard, inviting blue eyes, his thick arms and legs, big hands and feet, his cute butt and of course his girthy uncircumcised cock! If he wasn't my dad, he would be the man of my dreams, and as I did not really know him for most of my life, him being my dad did nothing to take away those feelings.
I found myself thinking about him all the time even when I wasnt around him. And when I was with him, there was a kind of electricity between us, like we were always on a first date! I was always excited and he always seemed so joyful about spending time with me! Still, I felt so embarrassed about how I had touched his penis when we were drunk while abroad and the uncomfortable memory swirled in my head all the time. I beat myself up about it all the time. But I still fantasised about how differently it could have gone. Sometimes while with him I wondered if he still thought about it and if he knew about my attraction to him. After all, he knew I was gay now, although he never lingered on the topic.
It occurred to me that if I tried something like that again, maybe he would not let it slide so easily.
Around autumn time it was common for dad to be wearing his pyjamas on evenings where he did not need to leave the house. His feet would still be bare and a constant focus for me, along with the sizeable bulge in the front of his flannel pyjama bottoms!
I was not sure if I had just not noticed it before or if it was a new habit entirely but I began noticing dads hand groping at his bulge occasionally, adjusting his package, sometimes scratching an itch. When he did this there was nothing I could do to resist looking. It was such a thrill to see his hefty package lift and move and it made me wish I could see him do it while nude.
On days in which dad changed into his pyjamas, he would normally throw his clothes from that day in the laundry basket in the upstairs hallway. When I figured this out, I would wait until he was ready to go to bed, I would stay up a while and then on my way to bed I would steal the fresh-off-his-body briefs from the basket and take them to my bedroom. I couldn't resist his scent but more than that I loved to slide them on, despite them being too big for me, it felt amazing to feel my penis in the front, thinking about dad's cock sitting in them all day long, his big dangling testicles accumulating sweat and rubbing against the front pouch. Its such a great feeling to have contact with the same material that hoisted my dads genitals. It never failed to make me hard.
I would normally masturbate in them but was always wary not to leave a mess in them, a bit of precum he wouldnt notice but a full load? Too risky. However one time, I messed up. After my dad stripped off, I took a pair to my bedroom. I stripped naked on my bed then put the briefs on and stroked my package through them. I watched some gay daddy/son porn on my phone and imagined it was me and dad. I was only massaging my cock and gyrating in daddy's briefs with the intention of edging but not cumming. However my cock was throbbing so hard, and with barely any contact, I managed to have a handsfree orgasm! I remember the shock as I saw a dark wet patch emerge through the white cotton! It was still a sensational orgasm, a profoundly intense experience to desecrate my fathers tighty whities with my jizz! But afterwards I was panicking. My warm, sticky cum was pooled in the front pouch. However I took them to the bathroom and wiped them down with a damp cloth and dried them on the radiator and they looked fine enough to put back in with the dirty laundry. The panic was over.
Because I got away with it, I took my chances more often. If I got caught up in the moment of jerking off in dads briefs, I would just throw caution to the wind, Id let myself embrace that risky moment of pure elation. Id let myself get consumed by the pleasure and I would allow myself to ejaculate in the briefs. It felt so good! I started doing it EVERY TIME I stayed over.
Except around this time, I noticed that sometimes dad would put yesterdays clothes and underwear back on if he needed to go outdoors for something before his morning shower.
It was so infrequent that I did not let it stop me but it became part of the thrill, not knowing when he would be putting on the briefs his son jerked off in.
Well I found out very soon after. Sometimes I would have a sleepless night or wake in the early hours of the morning I would sneak and grab those briefs for a second go. My cleaning standards were slipping a bit and because it would be anything from 2-5AM Id sometimes be too tired to wait for them to dry before putting them back.
One night in particular this happened, I heard dad moving around at 7AM and I figured I was not going to get back off so I got up. I opened my door and saw dad naked in the hallway. He quickly covered his cock up and I apologised (although theres no way I would have known). He smiled and said good morning and to my horror he was rummaging in the laundry basket. As he pulled out yesterdays socks and t shirt he asked me if I wanted a bagel from down the street. I couldnt even think, because I saw dads hands rustling in the laundry basket and then he pulled out the dirty briefs that I had ejaculated into just a couple of hours prior. Yeah I had cleaned them afterwards but they didnt have long enough to dry out!
I must have looked like I had seen a ghost. I wanted to get out of that situation straight away. I started to make for the stairs and I heard dad go "oh! Its damp". I shrugged my shoulders and made my way downstairs and felt my forehead sweating.
When dad came downstairs he asked me to put on the coffees, he got dressed, went go get us some bagels and came back within 5 minutes and we had breakfast. It was tense for several minutes, I half expected the damp briefs to be brought up... but to my relief the subject wasnt even alluded to. But he must have known that something was up. I just didnt know how much he knew. Obviously a dry pair of briefs dont just turn damp by themselves.
The thought played on my mind so much that during the night I dreamt about dad seeing me wearing his briefs and he asked me to take them off right away before mom catches me. Then he puts them on and to his disgust he realizes that I've ejaculated in them and he scolds me, showing me the cum I've left on his cock, but for some reason when he showed me, his cock was erect, completely erect just like it was when he got out of bed when we were on holiday together, and caked in thick amounts of my cum. It was only a dream, and I woke up straight away but that dream and the reality both played on my mind for a while, and I knew I needed to take a break from his underwear.
Side note: sorry for the massive break. I will update you more regularly from now on.
