I always made excuses to be near or to be touching his genitals, like if we were standing in line I would stand in front of my father and lean back against him so I could feel his stuff pressed between my shoulder blades. He would walk around the house in boxer briefs and I could almost always catch a glimpse of the outline of his stuff. I’ve always been fascinated by my father’s package. I’ve always been sexually aware, my first encounter was at a very young age.
