Dad would come home from the office and the first thing he would do would be to loosen his tie, unbutton his collar and pour himself a whiskey. Then he’d kiss us kids on the cheek, ask if Mum had rung, then finish his whiskey and head to the bedroom to change into his jogging gear for a run. I was about ten when I walked past the hall towards my room, wanting to grab a toy of some sort, and when I passed mum and dad’s room I noticed that Dad was in front of the mirror, his shirt unbuttoned to his belly, I could see the black and silver swirling over his chest, his thick long cock, how his balls hung low. He hadn’t noticed me, he ws examining himself intently in the mirror. Looking back I don’t think it was sexual, he wasn’t masturbating. It was as if he was trying to search for something in the reflection.
I crept softly to my room, I didn’t want to be caught looking. That night I remember shutting my eyes so tight that I saw red stars and white moons in the blackness. My hand crept to my dick and I almost shuddered in fright as I felt it get large in my fist. I was thinking of how thick and big and strong Dad’s dick seemed, I was imagining myself kneeling, taking it into my mouth. The cum just gushed out of me, it was like an explosion and I thought for a moment I was dying, that I was bleeding from my cock. I was terrified but I was exhilarated. I felt like I had discovered the means now to enter Paradise.