Dads Boxer Shorts
Shortly after I entered puberty, I discovered that my Dad frequently jacked off into his boxer shorts. I discovered that because I was the last kid at home and I had to add doing the laundry to my list of duties to do around the house. One day I went and got the hamper and brought it down stairs. I dumped it out on the basement floor to sort colors from whites, etc. I pulled a few pair of my Dads boxers out of the pile. I got an erection just touching them. Then as I looked closed and inspected them, I discovered that some had **** inside them, I could tell by the bunching of the material and the stiffness of the fabric. It was more then my man-boy ***** could stand. I could feel the growing wet spot in my own pair of boxer shorts. I knew I was alone and quickly striped off my clothes and put on my Dads boxer shorts. I rubbed the stiff **** stain around my erection, testicles and new pubes. I stroked my **** and picked up the second pair that had a stiff front and sniffed and licked it I got so hot I was almost breathless. Knowing I was touching and licking the stuff that made me got me so hard that I thought my penis would explode. I had swollen so thick. When I went to spew, I took the boxers off so that I could crème in the same spot that my Dad had, thus not making a different stained area. I got so hot I had sweat running down my *** crack. I **** a large load of ***, so large I thought my nuts would shoot out my **** slit. I noticed that he had 2 pair of boxers that had the same print. The one with the **** stains did not make it in the laundry. I put them on even though they were way to large for me. I had to flod the legs over so that they would not bunch up under my pants. My man-boy penis could feel the stained fabric rub against the glans and kept me excited the entire time I wore them. I remember going to bed early that evening. Once I got the bedroom door closed. I striped to the boxers. I had to hold them up with one hand. I laid down on the bed and could feel the fabric caress my legs *** and balls as I stroked. My balls bounced inside the printed fabric, against the stain made by my dads **** and agiants where his balls had been. This time instead of taking the boxers off when I went to shoot, I let he *** spew on the front of the fabric. I just laid there drenched in heat and sweat and ***. I sucked my **** out of the fabric. I took the boxers off and went into my bath and dried off. I put my own boxers on that now felt to small. I laid my Dads boxer shorts wet with my **** on the floor next to the bed on he opposite side from the door to my room. During the night I woke up twice. Both times I reach down and stroked off on the front of the boxers while my balls bounced inside my boxers. The loads seemed to get larger every time. I’ll never forget the turn on I experienced using Dads boxer shorts to jack off with.