I remember being a young 12 year old boy, I used to jerk off at our home computer to jpegs of men in their underwear, and my dad used to walk in his underwear around the house too, so I knew when he would come downstairs, pass the computer and go to the fridge at night when my mom and little brother were asleep so I started to wait to jerk off for when it was time for his late snack, and he caught me, I kept my eye contact and I looked to the computer then to him, he looked to the computer and then down to his groin and I started to stroke myself again, but much slower, he told me to stop that stop that right now, and I did, I went to my room and listened to him shifting his weight, creaking in the night, but I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and he stopped talking to me, but I stared at him stared at him all along growing up, I moved out for college and he hasn’t spoken to me since, he has testicular cancer now and I want to go visit him in the hospital so bad and my mom says don’t come but I always do, I always come for dad.