Living at home, my room was next to the shower - the sound of it turning on was my "alarm clock"...if i didn't get up quick enough to run to the peephole i made between my closet and the bathroom closet (we'll get into that later only if you want), I'd peek out my bedroom door to watch my dad walk out of the bathroom (in the opposite direction thankfully), he would walk in various states of dress:
*a towel just not long enough to cover that man ass of his
*boxers (of course i couldn't see the front, but i could always tell he was "adjusting" himself as he entered his bedroom
*nude (usually in a hurry, carrying his towel or boxers or his...)
*briefs. a very rare occurrence. As a gag my mom once bought him a 3-bikini 3pack they used to sell in plastic tubes. I'll never forget the one day he stepped out of the bathroom and just paused in profile...
...not immediately taking the right down the hall. I knew he couldn't see me - my room was dark and i was behind the open crack behind the hinges. Then his head turned down to look at his package...his uncut daddy cock poking out the side and hanging down his leg...semi-hard. Then he turned in my direction, his lycra covered balls bulging, and his hands playing within his foreskin...
...and just like that - turned around, and exposed his ass... the lycra briefs so small, the back just gave him a thong effect... walked into his room and closed the door.
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