My Dad was never shy around us growing up. He spent a lot of time in just his underwear while he was home and would always walk naked from the bathroom to his bedroom. Sometimes he would even leave the shower and go to the kitchen before going to get dressed. It was normal, I guess for our family. My Mom often times did the same things, but she was more modest around my brothers. Me, being the only girl in the house saw it all.
So, my Dad and two brothers were the first naked men I saw. And when I started dating, I found it hard not to compare my boyfriends to them.
My oldest brother, Dave, wasn't the best looking guy, and fortunately he was older and moved away before I was actually interested in boys.
My next brother, Tim, was a high school jock and new he had the goods. He was always showing off his football body to anyone. He had a string of girlfriends and they'd fuck like rabbits anywhere and everywhere. I don't know how many times I got shushed out of a room while he was getting busy. Looking back, I admit he was a stud and had a big dick.
But no one compares to my Dad. He was a big, muscular, rugged manly man. And no one, not even my current fiancée can compare to him. I still find myself thinking about his hairy frame, how he used to hug me or cuddle while watching TV. Seeing his big cock swing from side to side as he sauntered out of the bathroom and down the hall. I never saw him with a hard-on, but damn I've dreamt about it. And still do.
I've never told anyone this before. I'm glad I stumbled on this site. Even though this is mild to what I've read in here, it feels good to get it off my mind.
I love my Dad's cock!! I miss seeing and I get so turned on just thinking about him. There I said all I wanted to say.