I even closed my eyes a little as my own breathing increased, my wee-wee tingling, then throbbing, and my shorts beginning to obviously tent. It continued to swell so much bigger and fatter, now looking almost bright red. I guess this was becoming some kind of contest about who was going to explode first. Both my wide-open eyes vividly saw his still-bloated red member with this big swollen ball at the base. There was just something so arousing about it and my wee-wee was definitely being aroused. When ever I was naked, it seemed to enjoy sticking straight out, bobbing all around, throbbing, its foreskin retracting, especially when I was taking a shower. My eyes had only seen my Daddy’s uncut cock a half-dozen times, twice when we’d showered together to conserve water during a water ban, and a couple times when we’d peed together at urinals without those dividers. I’d seen a male dog pee a few times, just lifting their leg and letting its hairy sheath squirt, but nothing had ever swollen out of their sheaths. At first, we were both pointing in the same direction, his eyes again peering into mine and mine into his.
