When I was 12 I walked in on my best friend's dad masturbating. It was an accident, I ran into her parents bedroom to get something, just as I had done many times before, only this time her dad was laying on the bed, with no pants on, masturbating. I stopped and froze just staring at his hand holding his erect penis. I had never seen a real adult penis before much less an erect one on a man I had known a good part of my childhood. I guess he thought the door had been locked because he was as stunned as I was. For some unknown reason I didn't scream or cry out or run out of the room. I just stood there frozen, staring, unable to take my eyes off of it. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only about a minute, He began masturbating again. I still didn't leave, I just watched. I knew him, I had known him for a long time and I wasn't scared. I never felt like I was in any danger. I was just fascinated. After about two or three more minutes he began moving his hand faster and breathing heavier. Then all of the sudden he climaxed (a word I did not know at the time). His semen shot out all over his hand and onto the carpet. I never took my eyes off of his hand or his erection. When he was through he picked up a towel lying next to him and began to wipe himself off. I has slowly started to walk out of the room when he called out my name. When I stopped and turned to look at him he just said thank you. I never told my best friend, or anyone what I had watched. A few months later I found myself alone with him again at her house and he asked if I wanted to watch again. I don't know why but I said yes. I did and over the next year I watched him masturbate 5 or 6 times and found myself anxiously awaiting the next time. He never tried to touch me or anything. Then one day it stopped. Neither of us have spoken about it since. I will never forget it or him. I want to thank him the way he thanked me after the first time.
When I was 12 I walked in on my best friend's dad masturbating. It was an accident, I ran into her parents bedroom to get something, just as I had done many times before, only this time her dad was laying on the bed, with no pants on, masturbating. I stopped and froze just staring at his hand holding his erect penis. I had never seen a real adult penis before much less an erect one on a man I had known a good part of my childhood. I guess he thought the door had been locked because he was as stunned as I was. For some unknown reason I didn't scream or cry out or run out of the room. I just stood there frozen, staring, unable to take my eyes off of it. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably only about a minute, He began masturbating again. I still didn't leave, I just watched. I knew him, I had known him for a long time and I wasn't scared. I never felt like I was in any danger. I was just fascinated. After about two or three more minutes he began moving his hand faster and breathing heavier. Then all of the sudden he climaxed (a word I did not know at the time). His semen shot out all over his hand and onto the carpet. I never took my eyes off of his hand or his erection. When he was through he picked up a towel lying next to him and began to wipe himself off. I has slowly started to walk out of the room when he called out my name. When I stopped and turned to look at him he just said thank you. I never told my best friend, or anyone what I had watched. A few months later I found myself alone with him again at her house and he asked if I wanted to watch again. I don't know why but I said yes. I did and over the next year I watched him masturbate 5 or 6 times and found myself anxiously awaiting the next time. He never tried to touch me or anything. Then one day it stopped. Neither of us have spoken about it since. I will never forget it or him. I want to thank him the way he thanked me after the first time.