Instead of finishing up and heading back to bed, I decided to stay quiet and wait for him. I don’t really know why I did this. It was just all on impulse and I remember my heart beating really hard when the shower door opened and my father stepped through the light mist. He caught me early on, and stepped back in after reaching for a towel to cover himself up. My plan had been foiled by his decency. He apologized, and even scolded me a little for not telling him I was still there. He should have realized the door never closed a second after I had come in. That’s all hindsight though.


“I just wanted to see it. Is it really that big?” I asked. “Can I, daddy? I just want to see.”
He refused and sent me to my room. I didn’t get to see him much for the next week before he started to settle down and spend quality time with me again. One day he seemed his usual self and helped me with my math. I only had one chair in my room so he let me sit in his lap so he could look over and help me. I liked it, not just because it was ontop of the one thing I had my mind set on having, but because my daddy was spending time with me again like he used to before this all started. Perhaps he just resigned me to being gay, or curious, or whatever and figured I was his son and all he had in his life. I don’t really know, nor would I have at the time.


That night, which was a Friday, so school was out for the weekend, we found ourselves on the couch by the television again. My head resting on him thigh, with my hand wrapped around his thigh for more comfort. We were watching a cop show, I think it was a movie because it lasted longer than any show I remembered watching. Soon enough though I found myself growing tired, so I moved my head about, trying to find the best place to really get comfortable and rest with my father. I decided to try his crotch again. When I laid my head on it, it was flat and soft, but a few minutes later, as I snugged into it to get comfortable, my father was getting hard again. I could feel that familiar bump in his jeans rising to meet the side of my head. This time i began to purposely nuzzle it and move my head like I couldn’t get comfortable. I wanted to see how big it could get. I was also curious as it was moving, almost on its own. Pulsing. I can tell my father was trying to ignore this, but my actions were persistent. My curiosity, to say the least, definitely got to the best of me.


Instead of pushing me aside, he just kept rubbing my short brown hair and cheeks, even caressing my sides as he usually would. This time, however, his hand found itself down to my buttocks. I remember instinctively pressing back against his large, warm, gentle touch when it reached my ass. “Daddy,” I whispered. “Yeah, son?” He replied, straining to hold in a groan. “It’s so big. Can I just see it once?I promise I won’t look again.” He seemed defeated. He let out a long sigh and said something I don’t really remember what. I just remember that he also said, “Fine. Sit up.”


I behaved for him because he was giving me something I had incidentally pestered him about. Something sons shouldn’t be curious about there fathers on. I was finally going to see my dad’s cock, erect even. It felt as though time slowed down when he unzipped his pants. He shuffled a little on the couch and it seemed like such a relief to him when he parted the button of his jeans and let it hang loose. I remember the image of his bulging grey boxers just burnt into my memory. The form so perfectly etched across thin fabric. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but he wasn’t done. My father then slipped the waistband of his boxers down beneath his large, full bulls. I was equally impressed with them as I was with the crown jewel above it. So hard, yet soft. It looked just like mine, circumcised except he had some hair at the base, and on his sac. That, and his was huge. His cock honestly is an average 7, but to a ten year old boy, I remember it as a monster cock. No one could convince me otherwise at the time.


I was instantly in love with it. My mouth was in agape in aw of that cock, my father’s dick. I was even more surprised when a bead of this liquid like substance formed from the slit at the top. His precum. “I like it.” I said, not really sure what else to say. I mean, I had finally seen it, what was there to say? I really did like seeing my father’s penis for the first time. I even reached out and gently touched the base of it, where his hand gripped to hold it straight up for me, then stopped where the bead of precum was sliding down the head of his cock. I think I was afraid to touch it, that, and he moved his hand to take mine away, but for some reason he didn’t. Not only was I seeing my father’s penis for the first time, but I was touching it and he was letting me. My senses were on overdrive. My mind practically shut down. I was just enthralled with the moment. 


I don’t know why he didn’t move my hand like he was going to. Perhaps finally having another human being, albeit his ten year old son, touching his penis for the first time in probably a year awoken something in him. His cock throbbed, and more precum leaked from the slit. It even rolled onto my small hand as I began to pet his penis up and down. He even moved hand from the base to let me touch his balls and have more of his cock to explore. They felt so heavy, but I enjoyed the flexibility of his ball sack and rolling them in with my fingers. I was just exploring with curiosity. This, after all my penis was going to be like this some day too. I was envious, but all the same proud that I’d be just like my daddy in this way. 


“Go ahead son,” he said and then took a drop of that precum onto the tip of his index finger and brought it to my lips. I took it into my mouth and sucked on his finger just enough to taste that slightly sweet and salty mixture. I liked it. I told him so even, and he said if I wanted to, I could lick his penis. So, I did. I leaned down and began, from balls to tip to lick my father’s hard cock. I remember giggling when his balls rolled from my tongue and also giving the tip a kiss after receiving another drop of precum to taste. I was so excited that I bit his dick, gently, but it made him gasp and swat my lips away. He said to be gentle with it, not to use my teeth. If I was going to take it in my mouth, that I should suck, not bite. 


So, here I was, ten years old and alone with my father on the couch sucking slowly on the head of his penis. It was huge and hard to take in at first, but I managed. It tired me out pretty quickly, but I really enjoyed it. He would moan and I would suck on his cock more because of it. I liked being able to please my father like this. I couldn’t take him in too deep, only about an inch, and even then I doubt I was great, but he treated me like I was a pro. Caressing my chin and cheeks. Encouraging me. He even slipped his strong hand into my pants and began to caress the tips of his fingers along my little boy hole. I stopped sucking when I felt this, but it wasn’t a bad feeling and he didn’t prod into me, just rub. I felt like I was receiving a warm gift for sucking on his dick, so I just kept sucking and licking.