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05/03/12(Thu)16:40:37 No.2325801>>2325502 >>2325274 all those feels mom left when I was 8, dad never even dated >be 13 >discovered fapping >was too into it to bother being surreptitious >dad comes home to me furiously fapping >"don't let me stop you" >he went to the kitchen while I "finish" >was too much of a mood killer, so I just stopped >"you done yet?" >"nah, you're a buzzkill?" >he entered the living room, sat next to me >"oh come, don't be like that. it's nice to see you're not a kid anymore anon. I'll join you" >he whips it out and starts stroking >something about the vibe was enough for me to go again (I was unimaginably horny at 13) >we just fap together, no looks were exchanged, nothing said, for about a couple of minutes >"you
don't know it's like yet, but someday, maybe even soon, you'll know
what it's like to touch a woman, and how it's like when they touch you"
-he was obviously really sad- "that part is over for me. it's funny. you
masturbate to fantasies, and I masturbate to memories" >started
a speech about he loves me more than anything, and him missing mom,
about how he's lonely, and "misses the touch of another person" >I
felt really bad for him, and I was lonely myself, I very cautiously put
my hand on his thigh, I guess I was gonna jerk him off. >he thought I want to hug him, so he hugged me >our tips for an awkward second >I moved back a bit, he didn't >he hugged me closer >our dicks were pressed together >he started jerking us off together >"I love you, anon" >"I love you too, dad"
never spoke of this again. |