I thought my dad was out shoveling the driveway. I was sure of it. So, as usual, I was in my room, enjoying my new hobby that I had only taken up a month or so before: jerking off. It was nice and warm in my upstairs room, so it was easy to be naked – fully naked. I was enjoying stroking my still-hairless penis, and casually pressing my other index finger against my asshole. I hadn’t realized that I could penetrate the anus yet, and experience another set of pleausures, That was to come years later. In fact, I didn’t yet know much about masturbation. This was before the internet, and my friends didn’t talk about it except to deny they did it and make fun of those they claimed who did, which were the nerdy kids in school. But I had discovered that most interesting feeling that I later came to know as ‘orgasm.’ I had yet to experience ejaculation. I knew I shouldn’t be doing this new thing, but it felt so excellent! My orgasms were still dry. So, I was feeling around my anus and stroking, and the door swung open. Geez, I thought I had locked it! Standing tall, filling the doorway, there was my dad!.Talk about embarassed!
In my family, sexual matters were not discussed. They just weren’t. All I knew was that this was something wrong. Naughty. Way naughty, that I totally shouldn’t be doing. And there was no hiding it. I was in the midst of wanking away when he barged in, and so there’s absoultely no way he didn’t immediately know what I was doing. I dived onto my bed and threw the bedspread over myself anyway.
I don’t know what reaction I was expecting from him, but it wasn’t going to be a good one, or so I thought. So what did he do?
He said, “sorry!” and closed the door. I’m not sure, but I think I caught that his face was a bit red, too. But maybe that was because he had been outside in the cold shoveling.
I laid in the bed worrying as I never had before, and of course my dick went soft as a noodle. What to do? What to do?!
A minute later, there was a knock at the door. Oh, geez!
But what could I do other than say, “Come in?” That was the only possible responce, wasn’t it? And, so I said, “Come in,” and braced myself to face the music, still naked under the bedspread.
And Dad said, “Jake, I’m so sorry to have barged in on you like that. I didn’t realize… Well, I want you to know everyone does it. I do it.”
I was like, “Whaaa? You Dad?”
“Oh yes. Everyday. And I want you to know that it is perfectly normal, and that you can, even should, do it as often as you want.
“Yes, it keeps you from getting excessively horny.”
I didn’t really know what that meant at the time, but accepted his explanation and even assurance with great relief, although I was still shaking on the inside, if not the outside. One does not recover from such an embarrassment in an instant.
As if the day wasn’t weird enough already, he shocked me further.
“Let me see your cock.”
I had never heard the term ‘cock’ before, but I was quite certain that was his word for my penis.
One does not defy my father. Oh, he is a loving man, but a strong man with a booming voice. Tall, thin, but well-muscled, with a fringe beard. He is a hero by trade. A fireman, actually.
He hadn’t seen me in a naked state since before I can remember. No doubt he changed my diapers. But now, really? Oh my gosh. Will the embarrassment ever end?
I was hesitant, and he saw that. He only said two words: “Come on.”
So I did what I had to do. I slowly withdrew the bedspread, and let him see me in all my nakedness.
He said, “Jake, your penis is small now, but it will grow as big as mine someday. Probably bigger.”
“Jake, can you cum?”
I didn’t know how to answer. Didn’t even know what that meant. He must have detected that I was perplexed so he said, “Can you ejaculate yet?” That didn’t explain a thing. ‘E-jak-what?’ He simply said that I would one day.
With that, he headed out the doorway, stating over his shoulder that he’d be back in a few days to answer any questions I might have.