I did my dad until I was kid. Therefore, hes always been a bit of a mystery to me. I used to be able to see him only in school holidays, and special celebrations. He is taller than me and bald he shaves his head.
He was always very tender with me. I remember oime when in my room, my floor was covered with ants, I screamed. He desded the stairs in his loose boxer shorts, and appeared, muscular shoulders in my doorway. He calmly bent over my bed and scooped me up. His arms were s, each was the width of my waist at least. I put my arms around his neck, and buried my fa his hairy chest. He took me to his bedroom and laid me down on his bed. I curled up, small, delicate, and he slipped uhe covers with me. I was fag away from him, he shuffled closer and I relaxed with my back against his chest.
His rough hand traced dawn the side of my bony torso, but stopped, just before my underwear, and moved down to rest on my stomach. I used his other arm as a pillow, a his coarse armpit hair tickle my shoulder. I liked his bed, I wao stay there forever. I slept in his bed for the rest of that week, and the wo visits after that.
He moved to new flat. This was one room. I thought I would still sleep with him, but he said I couldnt. I had no excuse now, no ants to be afraid of. In the m, whe out of the shower, he would think I was still asleep, so he wouldnt where a towel, I would watch him walk around, naked. His penis was very big, I think. Before I hit puberty, I had no real idea what size a penis should be. I still longed for his bed.
When I was quite older, I??d fotten about the warmth of my fathers arms, and was on the search for anothers. My first kiss was with a boy, only after this did I realise I was gay - Id never given it any thought before. This boy was very nice, and we had a whirlwind romance. We never had proper sex, he fingered me though, I loved it. The strange fleshy sensation, the feeling of being under someone elses trol. I wanted hi