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When I was fourteen years old, my best friend, Gerry, told me one day while we were in school that he had discovered something terrific and asked if I would come to his house after school and he would show me. His father was a prominent insurance broker in town and worked long hours. His mother was a socialite of sorts and was rarely home in the afternoons.

That afternoon we went up to his room so he could show me what he had discovered. He had discovered how to stroke his penis until this wonderful feeling came over him and a large amount of thick white stuff would shoot out. He took down his pants and lay on his bed. His penis was already hard. He asked me to stroke it for him, which I did while I sat on the edge of the bed. He was not circumcised, as I was, and I remember he kept pulling the foreskin up over the head as I stroked. When he would shoot, his cum would get all over my hand, and he would give me a towel to wipe it off. I would do that for him after school a number of times over the next few months. He would lie there with his eyes closed, and he told me he was imagining that some girl was jacking him off. When I was home in bed, I tried to do the same thing to myself many times, but could never cum.

One afternoon when we arrived at Gerry's house, we saw that his father was home. When we went up to his room, we decided to do something else, and leave the masturbation session for another time. As I recall, we were looking at some airplane magazines when Gerry announced that he had to go out for a few minutes. I don't recall where he was going, but it may have just been to the bathroom.

As I was sitting there, engrossed in what I was reading, I suddenly heard a voice at the door saying, "Hi, Tom. Nice to see you!"

It was Gerry's father. And he was standing there completely naked. His hair was wet and he was drying himself with a towel. He had obviously just gotten out of the shower and was heading down the hall to his room when he saw me. I reckon he must have been about thirty-four years old. The sight of his magnificent tanned body, covered with a beautiful dusting of soft light brown hair, hit me like a ton of bricks. He stood there, not embarrassed at all, but I was thoroughly embarrassed and kept looking down at my magazine for fear my eyes would be seen staring at his penis or other parts of his body. I didn't want him to think I was interested. As he talked, I would glance up quickly from time to time, trying to take in as much of his gorgeous body as I could without being too obvious.

He just stood there drying himself and asking me how school was, how my mom and dad were, where we were going to go on our family vacation coming up, etc. He stood there for the longest time. After a few minutes, I could see that he had developed a semi-hard-on, which of course, gave me a boner that felt like it was going to burst out of my pants.

Soon, he took a few steps in and patted me on the shoulder and said simply, "Well, it was nice seeing you again, Tom. See you later." Then he left for his room. I sat there overcome with it all. When Gerry came back to his room, I told him that I had a nice conversation with his dad, but he stood there naked the whole time. Gerry told me that there had been unashamed nudity as far back as he could remember in his house among him and his brother and his dad. For a long time after that, I fantasized nightly about Gerry's dad's naked body. And Gerry and I continued our periodic masturbation sessions after school for some time.

Later, when I was about fifteen, I was at Gerry's house one night for a sleepover. We had done that at each other's house several times before. On that particular night, Gerry and I were sitting on his bed in our pajamas, once again looking at flying magazines, which were a big interest of his. Then his father walked in, wearing only his briefs, and asked me if I wanted to take a shower before bed. I told him that I had taken one at home before I came over. He kept telling me what a nice shower they had and tried to convince me to use it. Finally, I said I would give it a try as long as he insisted. We both went into the bathroom, and he showed me how to adjust the water on the new type of shower head.

I expected him to leave, but he just stood there and said, "Go ahead. Get in. You'll like it." I had no alternative but to take off my pajamas in front of him and get in. I was very self-conscious and I just knew he was looking at me, which caused my penis to start getting hard. After I closed the shower door, he stayed in the room and just kept talking to me about what a nice shower it was that they just had installed. When I was done, I didn't want to get out until he left the room. But he just stayed. As I was drying myself in front of him, he had the lid down on the toilet and was sitting on it. His face was right even with my penis, which was embarrassingly hard. He just kept talking, and when I would glance at him, I was convinced he was looking at my penis, as well as the rest of my body.

I got back into my pajamas as soon as I could. But before I could leave, he pulled off his briefs, revealing his own very stiff hard-on. Then he said, he was glad I liked the shower, and now it was his turn to take one. Then he stepped into it and closed the shower door.

When I got back to Gerry's room, I asked him if he had ever seen his dad with a hard-on. Gerry said all three of them saw one another's hard-on frequently, but nobody thought anything of it. I told him that I got a hard-on in front of his dad, and was very embarrassed. He just said he couldn't understand why anyone would be embarrassed about a hard-on in front of another guy. I asked him if he ever saw his dad jerking off. He said he never had, but his dad had once told him and his brother that masturbation was natural and was okay.

I was so attracted to Gerry's dad, that I fantasized for a long time after that what would have happened if I had been more obvious to him about my desire to look at his body. Would I have dared to comment on the size of his penis or the beauty of his body? Would I have dared to suggest that he get into the shower with me.

I never let on to Gerry that I had a strong sexual attraction to his dad. About a year or so later, his dad took Gerry and me up to their lake cottage for a couple of days of fishing. We spent one night there. The cottage was small and had only one big room, a small kitchen, and a bathroom. In the big room was a king-sized bed. When we went to bed . . . all three of us naked . . . he said he would sleep in the middle so the two of us boys wouldn't be doing any fooling around. I asked Gerry later what he thought his dad meant. And Gerry simply said, "Well, I guess he thought we'd fool around." That's the only answer I got. Very shortly after we got in bed, Gerry's dad was asleep, and I think Gerry was, too. But I could hardly stand it. I wanted like crazy to roll my body up against Gerry's dad's body, But I just couldn't do it. I did manage after a long time, however, to casually lay my hand on the bed next to his thigh, and I could feel the soft hair on his very tanned leg. I was literally going nuts with a raging hard-on. We had a sheet over all of us, and I wanted so much to throw the sheet back and look at his body.

After a very long time with my hand touching his thigh, Gerry's dad stirred a little and patted my thigh with his hand, saying in a very nice, friendly voice, "Go to sleep, Tom, okay?" I was dying, but I must have gone to sleep pretty quickly after that. When I woke up just as the sun was barely showing it's light, I found his body pressed up against mine, and he was on his side facing me. I looked over at him, and his eyes were open and he was smiling at me.

Then he jumped up and said something like, "Okay, boys, lets rise and shine. We need to get some more fishing in before we head home. Then he went into the bathroom to shave.

Although I saw Gerry's dad many times after that, occasionally naked in his house, I never had any other contact with him such as I had those few times. He was always friendly and cordial to me, but never gave me any further hints that maybe something could have happened between us. But ever since then, I always believed that there may have been some attraction to me on his part. The things that had happened were just too obvious to dismiss entirely. He must have known that I had some attraction to him, especially when he felt my hand on his leg. But I'll never ever know for sure. My sexual attraction to him has stayed with me all this time, and the thought of what might have been has never ceased to feed my fantasies. I keep telling myself that having him sexually could have happened. But then the next minute I realize it probably never would have happened.