I compare my Dad's cock to my boyfriend's.

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Dad was preparing our dinner just like every other regular weekday evening. He buzzed around the kitchen gathering ingredients from the fridge and expertly chopped and sliced, making neat piles ready for the wok.

I sat on the opposite side of the kitchen counter playing with my phone, perched on a bar stool with forearms resting on the granite benchtop. I looked up from time to time to watch the man in action, but otherwise I was just comfortable to hang out in his presence. Dinner was always a masterpiece when Dad cooked, and the sight of the fresh food was...