Date: Fri, 14 Feb 2003 15:15:53 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: DAD'S BOOTY CALL

Disclaimer: This is just a story. As far as I know, it never happened. It
is a story about males of different ages who are related to each other
having sex. If this bothers you, piss off! If you live somewhere that it's
illegal to read this - fucking move!

DAD'S BOOTY CALL
by RimPig (c) 2003

I'd been messin' around with other guys since I was like 11 or 12. I knew
by the time that I was 13 or 14 that I had no interest in girls
whatsoever. I was gay and that was that. I guess I was lucky because I
didn't act gay or anything - after all, I was a fuckin' jock. Yeah, I was a
state champion wrestler and a running back on the football team. I loved
sports! I not only loved the competition - I loved the fuckin' locker room!
All those hard teen bodies and all that fuckin' raunchy smell of musk,
sweat and horniness that is like the permanent scent of any high school
locker room.

My name is Brian, and I'm a boy-slut. I love sex, as long as the sex is
with another male. I usually don't have any trouble finding it either. At
six-foot two and about 200 pounds of muscle from the sports I play and nine
inches of thick uncut manmeat hangin' between my legs, I get noticed. A
lot. Add to this my blond hair and deep blue eyes not to mention a face
that one guy described as "almost too handsome to be real" and you get the
picture. As one of my customers described me - a walking, talking
wet-dream!

Oh, yeah - customers. You see, I finally figured out that older guys would
pay big money to have sex with a young stud like me. And since I like sex
so much - I'm fuckin' horny all the time - I decided to take them up on
their offers and go into business for myself. My pager and cell phone are
always busy and it's all either referral or repeat business. I'm pullin'
down about a grand a week with no real effort on my part.

When I turned 17 and was a senior, I had suddenly started looking less at
guys my own age and more at older guys. Not real old! But guys in their
20's, 30's and even their 40's were startin' to really turn me fuckin' on!
I also started to notice that a lot of these married studs were noticing me
real hard. So I started to notice them back. Suddenly, I was gettin' really
good blowjobs in the back seat of their cars after wrestling matches and
football games. I was also meetin' them on the weekend and fuckin' their
hot asses and lettin' them fuck or eat mine. It was lots of fun.

It was one of these guys, a vice-president of some company, who first
mentioned the business of being a 'call-boy'. He didn't say much, but it
started me thinkin'. If I could make money just from doin' what I love to
do anyway, what a great thing that would be! I got hold of this gay mag
that comes out every week and looked at all the ads for "models" and
discovered that there were a lot of guys makin' money this way. Why
couldn't I be one of them?

I waited, however, until I turned 18 and could open a bank account on my
own and could then place my own ad in the rag. It was simple enough:

     18 year old HS Jock, Blond/Blue, 6', 200, 9" uncut. Horny
24/7. (800)555-5555 beeper.

That was it. And the calls poured in. I only let the ad run for 4 weeks. By
that time, I didn't need it anymore. I had several regulars and was gettin'
referrals like crazy.

Now you may wonder where the fuck were my parents while all this was goin'
on? Well, it's parent. Singular. My mom died when I was real young. My Dad
is a vice-president in a huge fuckin' construction company and is not home
a lot. Now, don't get me wrong. I've got a great relationship with my
Dad. I really love him. Always have. More importantly, I respect him. He's
worked hard to be where he is and to provide me with a really good
life. Truth be told, I've also got a hardon for my Dad. He is one hot
fuckin' man who I would love to get it on with! I just didn't think I could
ever tell him.

Dad was a Marine and he's kept himself trim and fit over the years. He
wasn't always an executive. He worked his way up from the construction
sites to where he is today. He was real young when I was born - in fact,
the age I am now - 18. So he's only 36 and looks younger. I know he's got
all the pussy he needs 'cause he dates all the time. Nothin' serious
though. He's never even hinted about gettin' married again. I asked him
about it one time, but all he said was that he'd never met the right woman
and it just seemed like too much hassle to him. I dropped the subject
because it was obvious he didn't want to talk about it but it struck me as
odd that he'd used the same phrase that I'd always associated with women -
"too much hassle".

So I didn't think that Dad would be too happy to find out his son was a
"fag" - and especially might not be too happy to find out his son was a
"fag-whore" who had sex with guys for money.  Nobody knew about my "secret
life". My friends at school all just figured that I had so much cash
because my Dad makes good money. Little did they know that in less than six
months, I had stashed away almost ten thousand dollars in my little bank
account. I knew that I didn't have many years to make money from my cock so
I was puttin' away as much as I could while I was still 'hot'.

I also kept my business as separate as possible. I had a separate beeper
and cell phone from the one that my Dad paid for. This was to prevent
anyone tracing back the phone and beeper to me. I bought them both in a
phoney name, just in case someone tried to find out who I really was.

One day, I get this call on my 'business' beeper. I look down and I nearly
freaked. I knew the number! I knew it all too well! It was my Dad's private
office line - the one I used to reach him that by-passed the switchboard
and his secretary! I didn't know what the fuck to do. How had my Dad found
out about my 'business'? How had he gotten the phone number to my beeper? I
decided to brazen it out and call back while disguising my voice so that he
would think that I was somebody else. My hands shook as I dialed the
number.

"Hello?" my Dad answered.

"You beeped?" making my voice about an octave lower.

"Yeah, I did. I got your number from a friend of mine. He said you were
really hot in bed. Told me to give you a call." Dad said.

Holy fuckin' shit! My Dad is fuckin' hirin' a fuckin' hustler! My Dad is
lookin' for fuckin' sex with another guy! Fuckin' shit! He want's to hire
me to haul his ashes for him! I knew I was crazy, but I just couldn't let
this opportunity go past! I could get to have sex with my Dad - something
I've always wanted and, maybe, he'll understand about my little venture
into 'free enterprise'.

"Yeah, sure." I answered. "So what are you into?"

"I like it all, stud. Fuckin', suckin', rimming. I even get into piss with
the right guy!" my Dad said.

Fuck!! He's kinkier than I thought! I was into piss myself. Got introduced
to it by this really hot guy I had about 3 or 4 months ago. Really got into
it! The idea of doin' piss with my Dad gave me an instant boner!

"Sure, guy. I'm into all that. Your friend tell you the rate?" I asked,
trying to act like this was one of my typical calls.

"Yeah, he told me. $250 an hour. Says you're really worth it. For that kind
of money, you better be." he chuckled.

Well, that sure sounded like my Dad!

"You better believe I am. So when you want to do this and where?" I asked.

"How about tomorrow night, say around 8:00 p.m. Room 802 at the Omni
Central Hotel. Figure on at least 2 hours." he said.

"Sure. That's fine. Omni Central at 8. I'll be there. What name should I
ask for if their security asks me?" I asked him.

"Thompson. The room will be booked in the name Thompson." he said. "And
what's your name?" he asked.

Thompson was the name of the construction company so this must be one of
the rooms they kept on retainer for entertaining out of town customers.

"Rick." giving him my 'working' name, the one that all my customer's knew
me by.

"Ok, Rick. Oh, one other thing. Think you can stand not taking a shower
tomorrow? I like a guy to smell hot and musky. No cologne, no
deodorant. Okay?" he asked.

"And maybe I'll work out right before I get there so I'm extra musky for
'ya!" I said.

Fuck, yeah! My Dad's a fuckin' scent-pig like me, too! I fuckin' love the
smell of a stud's body when he's hot and sweaty - and HORNY!

"That would be much appreciated, Rick." Dad said.

"Anything you say. You're the boss!" I replied.

Dad chuckled at this.

"Yeah, I guess I am. See you tomorrow night." he said.

"Yeah. See you then." I said as he hung up.

Fuck! I'd just made a date to have sex with my own Dad for money! Was he
gonna fuckin' freak when he sees it's me. Fuck! I'm freakin' already! My
Dad is into man-sex! I never would have even fuckin' guessed! Here I
thought he was a major 'pussy-hound' and all the time he's doin' the nasty
with other fuckin' dudes! Damn!

How I made it through the rest of that night and the next day was a real
mystery to me. I know I jacked off that night just to the thought of havin'
sex with Dad the next night. The next day, after school, I hit the weights
in the gym hard! I wanted to really stink myself up for Dad as well as have
all my muscles pumped for when he saw what he'd actually 'bought' for the
evening.

I headed down to the hotel and arrived just a little before eight. I have
to admit I was more than a little nervous about all of this. What if he
blows a major gasket over me bein' a prostitute? Well, my mind answered,
he's the one who hired me so he shouldn't have a whole lot to gripe about.
After all, he understands the laws of economics - supply and demand! He was
demand and I could sure supply what he needed - 'IF' he let me?! That was
my only real fear. That he wouldn't want to have sex with his own son.

I approached room 802 and noticed it had double doors. I knew this hotel
from having several customers here and knew that the double doors meant
this was a suite and, knowing my Dad's company, it was probably a very
large and expensive one. I knocked at the door and heard my Dad's voice
telling me to come in. The door was unlocked and I opened it. I stepped
into the suite's foyer and noticed that it was very dark in the
suite. Almost no light at all. I saw soft lighting coming from one of the
bedrooms which gave me enough light to see my way through the living room
of the suite. I quickly pulled off my shirt, jeans and shoes leaving me
naked. I always go cammo - hate underwear - and, besides it makes gettin'
naked faster. I then moved to the source of the light, a large bedroom.  I
stood outside the doorway so that my face was still hidden in darkness but
the outline of my body could be seen.

"Well, come on in, Stud." My Dad said, staring at me in the darkness,
trying to see me with deeply lust-filled eyes.

He was lyin' on the bed in nothin' but a jock strap. Dad's just like me -
tall, blond and really well built. The best compliment I ever had was when
somebody would tell me I looked just like my Dad. Like I said, I loved my
Dad in every way possible. The idea that I would look like him or, more
importantly, be like him, was something that really sent me through the
roof! He was one gorgeous stud himself lying there but the 'moment of
truth' had arrived and it was now or never. I slowly walked forward, my
hard, dripping cock leading the way. I stepped into the light and saw the
look of hunger on my Dad's face - and then the horrible look of
recognition.

"BRIAN!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE???!!!" my Dad screamed.

I just stood there, smiling at him while his face changed from shock to
embarrassment.

"You hired me." I said quietly.

"You're 'Rick'??!!" his voice had quieted but he was still in shock.

"Yep. Have been for about six months now." I said calmly.

"But...but...how?! Why?!" his face showed complete confusion now.

"Well...it's real simple, Dad. I love sex! I'm horny 24/7! But I love it
with other guys. A lot of guys. I started gettin' into older guys and then
I found out these dudes would pay me a lot of money to do what I loved to
do anyway. I've put away over ten grand in six months." I said.

"But...Brian...son...you don't need the money." he said, his voice showing
concern for me.

"Well...no, I guess I don't 'need' it. But some of these dudes, they
wouldn't do it without it. They seem to get off on payin' me. And I know it
will help when I go to college." I said.

"Brian, you could get arrested doing this. It's illegal." Dad said.

"Well...yeah, Dad. But isn't it just as illegal to buy it?" I asked, not so
subtly pointing out that he was just as involved in this 'transaction' as I
was.

Dad looked at me in shock at first, and then grinned sheepishly at me.

"Yeah. Point taken...so now what?" he asked, looking me in the eyes and I
could still see hunger there along with fear.

"Well, I'm sure the fuck not going to charge you!" I smiled. "Not when all
I've wanted since I was 12 was to get it on with you." I said quietly.

That REALLY shook him! His eyes opened very wide and his jaw literally
dropped so that his mouth was hanging open and no sounds were coming out.

"But...but...Brian!" he sputtered. "I'm your Dad! I can't have sex with
you!"

I looked down between his legs and noticed that even with all the shocks
he'd received, Dad' cock was still rock-hard in his jock pouch.

"I don't think that's true, Dad. Looks to me like you're so horned up that
you could have sex with a dead porcupine - quills and all!" I purred,
giving him a horny grin as I said it.

"It...it's....just...a natural reaction..." Dad continued to sputter as I
walked slowly over to the bed.

His eyes drank in my body and when I got to the edge of the bed, just about
a foot from him, and he could smell the strong, ripe scent of my sweaty
body, he groaned.

"You want me, Dad. I think you've wanted me for a long time. Just like I've
wanted you. You aren't forcing me here. I'm not a little kid anymore,
Dad. Take me. I'm yours." I murmured leaning down and putting my face
directly into his.

"But I'm your father." he whispered, but I could hear capitulation in his
voice.

"And I'm your son, and I love you very much. I always have. And I've always
wanted you and I know you want me, too." I murmured back. "And now I want
to know what it's like to make it with you."

"Oh, fuck! Brian! This isn't right!" he had just a little fight left in
him.

"The fuck it isn't! There is nothing more 'right'! Two guys who love each
other and..." reaching down I massaged the hardness in his jock pouch "want
each other - there's nothin' in the world that's more fuckin' right!" I
breathed into his face.

He moaned at the touch of my hand but he didn't try to push it away. He sat
there and let me feel the strength, the heat of his "Daddy dick". I could
smell the rank scent of his jock which told me that it hadn't been washed
in a while. I could also smell the funk of my Dad's body. Evidently he
liked bein' funked up when he got it on with another guy, same as
me. Meanwhile, I was looking deep into his eyes and I saw the need, I saw
the love and I finally saw the surrender. YES!

I leaned closer and brought my lips to his. I kissed him gently at first,
barely brushing his lips with mine. He moaned at the touch and I pressed my
lips harder to his, opening my mouth and letting my tongue lick his upper
lip, requesting entrance. It only took a second for him to open to me and
my tongue was in his mouth, tasting him. As we kissed, I could feel his
hands begin to touch my naked body. He brought them up until he was
stroking my pecs and gently tweaking my nipples. I groaned into his mouth
at this and shoved my tongue deeper until I could almost reach his throat.
His hands began to travel my body, one sliding down my abs to stroke my
hard cock and gently brush my ball-sack while the other slid around me and
gently stroked the cheek of my bubble-butt.

"Fuck!" I said pulling back from the kiss and staring into his lust-filled
eyes.

He didn't say a word at first, just grasped my hard cock in his hand. Then
he looked up at me.

"Get in this bed, slut! I want what I'm payin' for!" he ordered with a
horny grin.

So! That's the way he wanted to play it, huh? Make me his whore rather than
his son. Okay by me. Whatever it took for him to be able to handle this, I
was game for! I wanted him, I wanted him bad! And, who knew? Maybe this was
gonna be my only chance to have him. But I doubted that!

I pulled myself away from him and walked around to the other side of the
large bed and lay down on my back, my hands behind my head, my legs spread
and my hard, teen cock jutting up from my groin.

"I'm nice and ripe, just like you ordered." I said, as if this was any
other 'customer'.

"Fuck, yeah, boy! I can fuckin' smell 'ya from here!" he husked.

"So why don'tcha get that fuckin' jock strap off and come over here and get
a really good whiff of me?" I said, leering at him.

He quickly raised his hips and slipped his raunchy jock strap off. He
started to toss it to the floor but I stopped him.

"No, fucker! Give it here!" I said, holding out my hand.

Dad handed me his ripe jock and I bunched it up in my hand and brought it
to my face, taking a long, slow, deep breath - smelling all of my Dad's
raunch from his sweaty, wet pouch. My eyes were locked with his as I did
this and he moaned watching me huff his raunchy jock.

"Fuck!" he breathed out softly as I snorted his funk.

"Yeah, your fuckin' ripe jock smells really good, fucker!" I said, laying
the strap on the bed and putting my hands back behind my head, exposing my
ripe pits again.

"Now, come on over and smell me!" I ordered him.

He slid across the bed and his nose mad a bee-line for my pit. He buried
his nose in the ripe, wetness of it and I could hear him breathing deeply
of my funk. He moaned at the powerful scent that was invading his nose. But
sniffin' wasn't enough for him - or me! His tongue came out and he began to
bathe the few hairs and the wet skin that he had so eagerly sniffed. Now it
was my turn to moan as his rough tongue swabbed against my sensitive skin.

"Fuck, yeah! Eat my fuckin' pit out, man! Lick out all my funk! That's what
you love, huh, pig?!  You love my fuckin' funk!" I growled at him.

His moans grew louder and I knew that this verbal abuse was what he wanted
and needed. Well, that was just fine with me! I had lot's of 'johns' that
wanted to hear my dirty mouth while they worshiped my jock bod!

My pit was now a sloppy mess of Dad's spit and I figured there wasn't much
funk left for him to lick out. I wondered where he would head for from
there - I might have guessed. He got up and moved down the bed until he was
laying between my legs with his face over my groin. His head dipped down
and I could hear him smelling my nuts.

"Yeah, fucker! Snort my fuckin' balls! Suck in all of that ball stink!
Yeah, man. You love them stinkin' nuts, don'tcha?!" I growled as he snorted
all over my fuckin' groin.

"Fuck!" Dad groaned. "Your fuckin' balls smell so raunchy, boy!"

"Yeah! That's what you fuckin' love, ain't it, fucker! You love the way
them balls stink!" I growled at him. "Why don't you fuckin' lick them
balls, man! I know you wanna taste all that fuckin' raunch, don'tcha?"

Dad whimpered as his tongue came out and he started bathin' my nuts with
it. He groaned at the sweaty taste.

"Fuck! Your nuts taste like sweat and piss!" he exclaimed.

"They should fucker! I made sure to not shake off my cock after I
pissed. Figured you'd like the flavor!" I chuckled low in my throat.

My old man was a pig after my own heart! The smell comin' from his body
promised me similar delights when I got my tongue on his raunchy bod!

"Yeah, that's it! Lick my fuckin' balls, man! Lick all over them fuckers!
Taste all that fuckin' raunch!" I moaned as my Dad continued to lick and
suck at my nut-sack.

He finally got down lower and began to lick the underside of my ball-bag
and that piece of skin between the balls and the butt-crack. I could hear
him sniffin' real loud. I knew what was causing him to almost
hyperventilate.

"Yeah, you can smell my ass, can't you fucker?! You want my fuckin' ass,
don'tcha? You wanna smell and lick my raunchy ass! You wanna shove your
fuckin' tongue up my butt and taste all the fuckin' raunch I've got for
you!" I moaned.

Dad moaned loudly at this. I had his number! He wanted to eat my ass bad!
And I had a surprise for him - I wanted to eat his just as badly. But I
decided to just let him go first. I had learned a long time ago that havin'
some guy's hot, wet tongue up my hole was just as good as havin' my hot,
wet tongue up his. In fact, this gave me a great idea!

Before Dad could get to my butt, I pulled myself up on the bed until I was
sitting with my back against the headboard. He looked up with a look on his
face like a kid who's just had all his Halloween candy taken away from him.

"Get on your back, fucker! I wanna really feed you my ass!" I ordered him.

Getting the idea, Dad got a horny grin on his face and quickly complied. I
stood up on the bed and put my feet on each side of his head. He looked up
at me and I could see how fuckin' horny he was. His cock was drippin'
cock-snot outa his hood so bad that there was already a small puddle of it
on his abs. His tongue was literally hangin' outa his mouth waiting for the
anal treat he knew was coming. I slowly spread my knees as I squatted
down. I gave him quite a view of my spread open butt-trench, my nuts and my
hard cock as I slowly descended towards his face. I paused about six inches
above him and just let him smell the treat that my butt had in store for
him.

"Yeah, fucker! Smell that?! Smell that fuckin' raunchy hole?! You want
that, don'tcha?! You want my fuckin' stinkin' butt on your fuckin' face,
don'tcha, pig?!" I growled.

"Fuck, yeah! Give it to me! Gimme your fuckin' butt! It smells so raunchy!
Come on! Lemme really smell it! Lemme get a taste of that hot, jock ass of
yours!" he begged.

Something came over me at that moment. Something I'd often felt during
encounters with my 'customers' but never really realized that strongly
before. Power! The immense power of having some guy beggin' to have
you. Beggin' to lick your ass. Beggin' to be used like a pig! And because
it was my Dad, it was turnin' me on all to hell and back! I loved bein' in
this position, my ass on his face and him beggin' to suck out my hole for
me.

"Yeah, pig! I'm gonna give you my ass! I'm gonna let you get all that ripe,
stinkin' butthole you want!" I said and slowly lowered my ass the rest of
the way to his face.

Dad's hands came up and he grasped my butt-cheeks and spread them apart,
opening me further to his exploration of my ass but giving me some support
as I sat over his face. He first ran his nose all over my ass-trench but
finally centered on my moist, greasy hole. I could feel his nose pressing
against my butthole while he took deep whiff of my ass-scent. I hadn't
showered since we'd talked on the phone yesterday and I had worked out hard
so I knew that my ass was very ripe and fragrant for him. If he truly loved
raunch, then he was in 'Pig Heaven' now!

"Yeah, smell my ass, fucker! Really get a nose full of my stink! You love
it, don'tcha, pig?! You love sniffin' at another guy's ripe butthole!" I
exclaimed.

"Fuck, yeah! I love the stink of a guy's butt! I love to taste a guy's
raunchy hole! I love to smell like a guy's butt!" he husked from under me.

"Well, get on it, fucker! Eat my fuckin' ass! Lick out all that fuckin'
raunch back there! Shove your fuckin' tongue up my hole and root like a
pig!" I growled.

And fuckin' root he did! His tongue came out and he licked up and down my
ass-trench until I was completely soaked in his spit. Then he locked his
mouth to my ass-lips and sucked on my hole, all the time drivin' his tongue
as deep inside me as he could reach. The vibrations of his moaning as he
ate out my hole went through me and almost caused me to lose my load of cum
just from the stimulation. I began moving my butt, rubbing it all over his
face. He said he loved smellin' like a guy's ass - well I was gonna make
sure he smelled like mine!

He continued to eat at my hole until it was loose and sloppy, dripping with
his spit. I finally couldn't take anymore. The one thing about havin' my
butt eaten is that makes me totally horny to have it filled with a big, hot
cock and I was lookin' at one of the biggest and hottest I'd ever seen! My
Dad's cock was at least ten inches long and thick as a fuckin' beer
can. I'd never had one quite that big, but that fuckin' cock was goin' up
my ass if it killed me! And it maybe could!

I stood up, pulling my ass away from Dad's sucking mouth and spearing
tongue. I looked down between my legs at him.

"Ok, fucker! You better have fuckin' lube with you! I want that cock up my
butt and I want it up my butt NOW!" I almost screamed at him.

Without saying a word, Dad pointed to the bedside table. I leaned over,
pulled open the draw and saw a very familiar sight - a bottle of
ASTROGLIDE. Well, that's my Dad! Nothing but the best!  I grabbed the
bottle and began slathering his cock with the slick liquid and then turned
about and squatted down until the tip of his cock just kissed the wet lips
of my ass. I pushed down with my ass muscles to try and relax enough to get
his cock in my hole but, try as I could, it just wouldn't go in. I squeezed
the bottle of ASTROGLIDE and got a large amount on my closed fingers and,
raising up slightly, began to grease my hole and to shove first one and
finally three of my fingers up my ass to loosen it up. Then I again grabbed
Dad's hard cock and put it to the opening to my body and, again, pushing
down with my ass muscles to loosen my sphincter, began the downward glide
taking his cock up inside me.

His cock filled me like nothing ever had before. I won't say there wasn't
any pain, because there was. I was glad I had gotten fucked as many times
as I had in my life because otherwise I would have given up and decided
that this just wasn't possible. But I knew it was. Not only was I gonna get
Dad's incredible fuck-stick up my ass, I was gonna ride that motherfucker
until I shot gallons of white hot cum!

It took a while, but finally I was sitting on Dad's pelvis, his pubes
crushed against the opening to my ass and his entire cock buried in the
hole that he had made. This thought, that I had the cock that made me up
inside me, fucking me just the way Dad had fucked Mom to get me, started to
overwhelm me emotionally. Tears came to my eyes and I looked down at
Dad. Our eyes met and I knew he was thinking along the same lines that I
was. His cock, buried in the hot, steaming asshole of the son who he had
fucked into existence with that cock! What a fuckin' mind-blower!

But we weren't playin' the game that way - at least not up to that
moment. I wondered how Dad was rationalizing this now? Did he still want to
look at me as just a fuckin' male whore that he was using to get his rocks
off or was he finally slipping into being the loving Dad of a boy who
wanted his Dad more than anything in the world. I was more than happy to
play it either way.  Whatever he felt comfortable with because, either way,
I was gettin' what I wanted. My Dad's cock deep inside of me.

I started to rise and begin fucking myself on his rod, but he reached out
his hands and pressed down on my thighs preventing me from doing so. I
looked down into his eyes again, and knew how he wanted to play this. The
lust I'd seen there wasn't gone, but was obviously tempered by feelings and
emotions he was obviously having trouble dealing with. I could see his eyes
glisten, just as I'm sure that mine were. He wasn't ready to fuck me
because he didn't really want to just fuck me. He wanted to make love to
his son and he was having trouble dealing with that desire.

"Are you ok, Dad?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, I'll be okay. I just don't want to cum so quickly and being up
inside you is really fuckin' with my head right now." he said.

"I'm sittin' on you, remember?" I said.

"What the fuck has that got to do with it." he said, annoyance showing in
his voice.

"It's got every fuckin' thing to do with it. I'm doin' this. I'm doin' this
because I really want to.  You aren't makin' me do a thing. This is how
I've always wanted it to be between us. I've wanted to be able to show you
how much I love you. I just never, ever thought that I'd get the chance. If
that's what you want, we don't ever have to do this again but, please, let
me have this one time!  Let me show you how much I love you and want you -
just once!"

Now it was me who was begging.

"If you only knew..." he started and his voice trailed off.

"Knew what?" I pressed.

He didn't say anything for a while. There I sat, on his hard cock which I
could feel softening inside me. It was still plenty thick and hard enough
that there wasn't any chance of it comin' out, but I could tell that things
were happening here to Dad.

"Knew how fucking much I wanted it to be like this between us, too. I never
expected it to happen. I had to keep myself so strongly held back to keep
from fuckin' rapin' you so many times that now it's hard for me to let go."
he admitted finally.

"Yeah. I can tell you're not as hard as you were a little while ago." I
grinned at him.

"You fuckin' slut!" he laughed.

It was good to hear him laugh! Maybe this was gonna work out okay after
all. I sure hoped so.  And I guess it was because I could feel his cock
gettin' bigger in my ass again. God! It felt so big and so good! With his
cock hard again and no chance it was gonna come out of my ass, I leaned
down and put my hands beside his head. I looked deep in his eyes as he lay
there looking up at me. Then I leaned down all the way and kissed him
deeply. He grabbed my head in his hands and held my face to his while he
thrust up with his hips and drove his cock hard into my ass. What a fuckin'
rush! My Dad's cock shoved hard up my hole! Being fucked by the man who
fucked me into existence! I was having all kinds of emotions ripping
through me!

Finally Dad let go of my head and I pulled myself upright onto his cock. I
grinned down at him.

"I'm ready now. Let's find another position where you can really pound my
ass HARD!" I grinned.

"There's only one way I want to fuck you, boy! On your back, so I can watch
you fuckin' scream when you cum from nothin' but my cock poundin' your
hole!" he growled.

I pulled off his cock and quickly lay back, pulling my legs back so that my
hole was open and exposed to Dad. He quickly got between my legs, poured
some more ASTROGLIDE on his cock and shoved it back up my ass. I groaned at
the immensity of his cock as it slid up my chute. There was still a little
pain on entry, but as soon as his cock slid all the way inside my hole, all
pain left and all I could feel was the intense pleasure of being so fully
filled and stretched by such a substantial cock.

Dad didn't bother with niceties by this point. The moment that he bottomed
out in my ass, he began to withdraw his cock for another slamming
return. He took me at my word and worked my ass HARD! Slamming in hard and
pulling out slowly, he long-dicked my ass until all that came from my mouth
was one long, sustained moan of pleasure. Never had I been fucked this
hard.  Never had I ever felt the raw male power of another man's body and
cock so strongly. Never had I ever given up my butt so willingly to another
man. My Dad's cock up my butt was the most incredible fuck I'd ever had in
my 18 years of life.

Our eyes locked and I could see the incredible lust that filled his eyes. I
knew he could see the same in mine. The combined scent of our musky bodies
as well as the smell of ass-fucking was turning me on more and more. Dad
was right. I could feel the tingle in my balls that told me that I was
gonna cum and second and it was just on the feelings in my ass from his
cock fucking me. I hadn't touched myself. My moans got louder as I tried to
hold back from cumming but it just wasn't gonna happen!

"Yeah, boy. Come on boy, get off on Daddy fuckin' your butt for you! Shoot
that load for Daddy!" my Dad growled as he continued to pile-drive my ass
with his fuckin' tree log of a cock.

That was all it took. Somethin' about those words, "Shoot that load for
Daddy!" did it for me! I moaned louder and in a higher pitch as I shot load
after load of my white spoonge all over my face, my chest and my abs. Some
of it even went in my mouth. I was used to eating my own cum.  Been doing
it as long as I could shoot. But this time is was even more special to
me. I was eatin' a load that Daddy had fucked out of me! I hadn't called
him "Daddy" in a very long time, but lying there like that, his body large
and above mine and his cock workin' in and out of my hole, it just seemed
right to do so again.

I thought my cummin' would have made him shoot but no, he was still
poundin' my butt hard with his cock. I thought that now that I had cum, it
might start hurtin', but no way! That fuckin' huge piece of manmeat up my
shit-chute was feelin' better and better. My ass was looser now and really
enjoyin' the feeling of fullness and abuse it was takin'. One thing for
sure - my Daddy could FUCK! Shit! This was way beyond world-class fuckin'!
This was right on into an Academy Award performance!

The ripeness of his body increased as the sweat began to pour off him and
onto me. I loved feeling the drops of salty liquid as much as I loved the
strong, musky scent they were making to surround me. Dad continued to pound
my butt until my own cock began to harden again. The good feelings going
through my shit-chute and into my nuts were telling me that if this fuck
lasted much longer, I was gonna cum again! Two orgasms in less than 15
minutes without touching my cock for either one of them!

I started moaning and throwing my head back and forth, lost in the
fuck-craze of Dad's hammering of my hole. Somewhere in the back of my mind,
I actually began to worry that with the size of his fuck-tool and as open
as my chute had become for him, whether or not it would ever close again!
But I didn't care if it didn't at that point. I just wanted him to keep
slammin' my butt with that mighty tool until I came and came and came!

Just as my nuts tightened up and got ready to just about explode with
another load of my boy- cum. I heard Dad moanin' right along with me and
his thrusts become harder but with no rhythm to them now. With one, last
massive plunge into my dark, well-used hole, I felt his cock begin to
twitch and deliver volley after volley of the cum that made me deep up
inside me. My cock answered his and shot all of my warm, slimy cockjuice
all over me again, joining my earlier load until my whole chest and abs
were one shining mess of boy-cum!

"Fuck, yeah! Get off on my cock! Take the jizz that made you, boy!" Dad
screamed out as we came together.

I couldn't talk. I couldn't make and intelligent sound. All I could hear
was a high-pitched keening coming out of my mouth as I gave myself over to
our mutual orgasm. My body trembled as I continued to pour out my seed and
take Dad's inside of me until he finally collapsed on top of me and I
wrapped my arms around him, holding him in a deeply loving and incestuous
embrace.

We lay there a long time, both of us lost in the feelings that this bonding
had brought out in us. I didn't know how things were gonna work out but I
knew one thing - we could never go back entirely to the way things were. We
now knew way too much about each other for that. I now knew not only that I
had wanted my old man for a long time but that he had wanted me all that
time as well. That alone was a blinding revelation to me and, I guess, to
him as well.

Dad finally groaned as his soften cock slipped from my ass and a large
amount of his cum poured out onto the bed from my ass. Dad rolled over onto
his back beside me, covering his eyes with his arm. I moved over and curled
up with my head on his chest, just like I used to do when I was a little
boy and had slept with him at night after my mom died. His other arm came
around me and gently held me to him and I suddenly felt like a little boy
again, safe and secure in Daddy's arms.  It was odd to feel that way again
after so many years - but it was so good to feel that way again!

Dad rolled toward me and brought his other arm around me as we lay there,
facing each other, our bodies locked together. He opened his eyes to find
me looking at him. He gave me a somewhat shy smile, I guess wondering if I
was still okay with all of this. I grinned back, letting him know that I
was more than 'okay' with it! I was about as happy as I could ever remember
being in my whole life. Dad finally grinned back and then our faces moved
towards each other and we were locked in a deep kiss.

"Well, I guess you understand why I never got married again now." He said
quietly, pulling his mouth away from mine and looking me in the eyes.

"Same reason, I guess, that I'm sorry to tell you but you ain't havin' no
grandchildren." I answered with a smile.

"Fuck! I don't want any more rug-rats! You were a big enough handful!" he
laughed.

"Hey! I wasn't that bad, was I?" I asked and he could see the hurt in my
eyes.

"No." he said gently. "You weren't bad at all. You were just all boy - just
the way I was when I was growin' up. And you were the most loving kid I
ever saw. After you Mom died, there were nights that I'd wake up and find
you curled up beside me, your little hand and arm stretched out across me
like you were makin' sure I wasn't gonna leave you too, and I would just
about break down in tears at the sight of you like that."

"I do love you, Daddy." I said quietly, using the name I hadn't called him
in more than 10 years, but it felt so right to do so now.

He looked at me funny at first when he heard it, but then he smiled and
just pulled me closer to him and I tucked my head under his chin, pressing
my ear against his chest so that I could hear his heart beating.

"Brian, you're obviously a man now and so I'm not going to tell you to do
this, but I'm going to ask you instead. Please, Brian, I want you to - for
me, for your Dad - please, give up this 'business' of yours. You may think
that it is not, but it's dangerous, Brian. You can have all the sex you
want, with whoever you want, but you don't need to make money at it. Okay?"
he said softly.

"Okay, Dad, if that's what you want, I will. But I'm holding you to what
you said." I said quietly.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his voice full of confusion.

"You said I could have all the sex I want and with whoever I want as long
as I don't charge for it." I repeated his words back to him.

"Yes." he said, still confused.

"And you mean that?" I asked.

"Yes, Brian, I mean that...but what of it?" he asked still not getting it.

"Then I want to have more sex with you." I said slowly. "Lots more sex with
you."

"You mean right now?" he asked, a gleam in his eye.

Laying there, wrapped in his arms and feeling so safe and secure, my cock
had translated my feelings into the hardon from hell - even though I'd just
come twice. I shove it against Dad's crotch by way of an answer.

"Fuck, no wonder you made so much money! Does that thing ever go down?!" he
laughed.

"Not when I'm around you." I answered, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Well, before this goes any further, I gotta take a wicked piss." he said.

"Do you? Well...." I started, giving him a leer.

"Well, what?" he asked, confused for a moment.

"I know a really nice place to put that piss." I said.

"Like where, as if I didn't know." he grinned.

"Like all over me!" I said. "You did say you were into watersports."

"You sure you want to do this?" he asked, making sure.

"Fuck, yeah! I really get into piss - especially with a hot stud like you!"
I grinned back.

"Then get that fuckin' jock butt of yours into the tub!" he growled.

I jumped up from the bed and practically ran into the bathroom. It was huge
with a huge tub and separate shower. I was confused. I didn't know which
one Dad wanted to play in. He followed me in and I looked at him
questioningly. He grinned and nodded toward the shower stall. I got in and
got down on my knees. Dad got in, stood over me and took his half-hard cock
in his hand.

"Where do you want it, boy?" he said, looking down at me.

"Everywhere!" I said breathlessly.

The thought of getting my Dad to piss on me, to extend the level of
intimacy between us in this way, was really getting to me. I was
practically panting, I was so turned on. Dad seemed to have a little
trouble getting his flow started at first but soon a torrent of hot piss
came exploding out of the piss-slit of his cock hitting me right in the
chest. The feeling of his hot manjuice flowing down my body and into my
pubic hair was incredible! I wallowed in the hot liquid and the intense,
pissy smell. Dad played his stream down my body until he was spraying piss
on my cock. I leaned back to that he could hit my balls with his stream as
well as they were pulled tight to the bottom of my cock I was so turned
on. Then he started raising the stream, higher and higher on my body. As he
reached my chest again, I bowed my head and upper body so that the stream
began to wet down my hair and to course down my back and through my
butt-trench.

I could feel the piss passing over my ass-lips and it tingled. I could feel
his flow begin to diminish and I knew I wanted to do something that several
of my customers had done to me but I had never done to anyone. I wanted
drink my Dad's piss - straight from his cock. I raised me head and looking
up into his eyes, I wrapped my lips around the end of his pissing cock and
began to quickly swallow all the golden manjuice that was flowing into my
mouth. I could see Dad's eyes widen in amazement at first and then his eyes
softened as he removed his hand from his cock and instead used it to stroke
through my piss-wet hair.

"Yeah, boy. Drink Daddy's piss." he said softly.

I moaned as I continued to swallow all his cock could produce letting him
know how much I wanted this and how much I loved him. There wasn't a lot
left but what there was, I drank all of it. I reveled in the salty/sweet
taste. It wasn't strong at all. Not like 'morning piss' or somethin'.  Just
warm and with a very strong flow. When his cock ran out of piss, I
continued to nurse on it, trying to get every drop of that golden elixir
out of his piss-slit. Then I continued by sucking his cock deeper and
deeper into my mouth as it once again grew hard. Once it really started to
harden, It was hard to get much of it in my mouth because it was so thick
but I put both hands on it and masturbated him while I licked and sucked at
the cock head.

"You are one horny fuckin' boy! Fuck! I don't know how I'm gonna keep up
with you!" Dad laughed as I nursed at his cockhead, still kneeling below
him.

Taking his cock out of my mouth, I looked up at him. "Well, you don't
really have to."

"No?" he asked.

"No. I have lots of guys to play with. You didn't think I was only getting
sex from my customers, did you?" I asked.

"Fuck, isn't that enough?" he looked at me in amazement.

"Dad, I can cum six or eight times a day with no problem." I snorted.

"Fuck! Yeah, I forgot what it was like to be 18!" he laughed.

"I've got lots of guys that I have sex with. But I don't love them. I love
you." I said.

"Yeah," he said, reaching down and pulling his cock out of my hands. "Maybe
we better rinse off and talk about that."

'Oh, fuck!' I thought, 'What now? Is he gonna freak on me again?'.

"Can't I just let the piss dry on me?" I asked him.

"Fine with me. I think you smell real good that way!" he grinned.

I was almost dry anyway, and we headed back into the bedroom. Dad sat down
on the bed with his back against the headboard and indicated for me to sit
next to him. I sat so that our shoulders and hips touched.

"We really need to talk about this, Brian. I really need to know what you
mean when you say you love me." he said, and I could tell from his voice
that this was very serious for him.

"Well...I mean that I really care about you. I don't know...you're my
Dad. I love you. I don't know how else to define it." I said, stumbling
around not knowing what he was really asking me.

"Ok, let me make this more clear. You don't see me as your 'lover' or as a
potential 'lover' do you?" he asked.

"No. I don't see you that way at all. I mean, I want to fall in love with
somebody. I just haven't found the right guy yet." I said.

"So then you see us relating how? Like 'fuck-buddies' maybe?" he asked.

"Well...yeah. I guess that would cover it. I really love you as my Dad, and
I'm really hot for you and really love all this stuff we just did. Is that
okay?" I asked.

He reached over and put his arm around me, pulling me to him and giving me
a "nougie" with his other fist. "Yeah, that's okay!" he laughed.

"So what the fuck was this all about?" I asked pulling away from his fist.

"I just wanted to make sure that you weren't falling in love with me or
something. That would be too weird for me to deal with." he smiled.

"Hey, Dad! Have you ever heard the song by Tina Turner 'WHAT'S LOVE GOT TO
DO WITH IT?'. That's what it's all about. I think you're hot. I like having
sex with you a lot. And I love you as a person and as my Dad. But I think
I'll probably fall in love with someone who didn't change my diapers, if
that's okay with you!" I said, giving him a rueful grin.

"That's just fine with me!" he said, giving me a grin.

"So you think we could do something with this now?" I asked, stroking my
hard cock.

"And what would you like to do with it?" he smirked.

"I'd like to shove it up your ass!" I grinned. "After I get a chance to eat
that hunky butt of yours, of course."

"Mmm, I like the sound of that!" he said, smiling. "Any particular way
you'd like me?" he asked.

"Yeah! Face down on the bed! That's my favorite way to eat butt and to fuck
it, too." I said.

"Your wish is my command, Number One Son!" he grinned and winked at me.

I looked at him funny and then it hit me. When I was little, my Dad had
accidently introduced me to "Charlie Chan" movies from the 1930's and
'40's. I don't know why, but I just really loved those old movies. I had
managed to tape a number of them and still watched them at times. They are
about this Chinese detective named Charlie Chan who solves crimes by
quoting Confucius, the Chinese philosopher. He's usually accompanied by his
oldest son who he always addresses as "Number One Son". My passion for the
movies got my Dad to start calling me "Number One Son". But he hadn't
called me that since I was a little kid.

"So!" I said, adopting a bad 'Chinese' accent like the actor who played
Charlie Chan. "Will honorable father please assume submissive position so
Number One Son can fuck ass?" and then grinning the whole time, brought my
two hands to a "prayer" position and bowed slightly to him.

Dad started laughing and we both fell into each others arms we broke up so
bad! This was great! I didn't usually feel this relaxed about having
sex. With Dad, however, I was beginning to be very comfortable. I could see
this turning out to be the best thing that ever happened to our
relationship if we played things right.

I ended up on top of Dad, looking down into his face. I quickly kissed him
and pulled back and grinned down at him.

"You look awfully happy." he smiled.

"Yeah, I am! I don't ever remember feeling this comfortable with another
guy in bed." I said.

"Yeah, well maybe us being who we are makes this more comfortable in some
ways. I guess I'm even getting used to the idea of it. Though I gotta tell
you, you about gave me a heart attack when you came through that doorway!"
he laughed.

"Yeah? Well that was just payback!" I grinned.

"For what?!" he asked.

"Can you imagine how I felt when your private, office phone number appeared
on my 'business' beeper!" I exclaimed.

"Oh, fuck! You must have about shit your pants!" he howled in laughter.

"Well, it's funny now, but it wasn't then!" I said ruefully.

"Bet you thought I'd found out your secret, huh?" he grinned.

"Yeah, but instead," I said, poking my finger into his chest, " I found our
about your's!"

"Yeah, well...I was gonna tell you about that...someday..." he trailed off
sheepishly.

"When? When I was about 40?" I smirked.

"Yeah. That sounds about right." he gave me a shy smile.

"Why? Did you think I'd hate you if you were gay?" I asked.

"That thought had crossed my mind." he said seriously.

"Hey! You're kiddin' me right?" I asked somewhat hurt by his insinuation.

"No. I'm not 'kiddin' you. That possibility did cross my mind." he said.

"Fuck! That kind of pisses me off, 'ya know? You always raised me to accept
people as they are without judging them. Didn't you trust me enough not to
judge you?" I all but exploded at him.

"Yes, you're right. I should have but, you've got to understand something,
Brian. You're my son, and I love you. I love you more than you even
realize. You've been my entire life since you're Mom died. Just the thought
that you could hate me if you found out the truth just about paralyzed me!"
he said and I could here the truth of it in his voice and I calmed down.

"Ok, I understand. God knows, I heard enough of the 'fag' this and 'gay'
that at school every fuckin' day. I mean, nobody ever says it to me, but a
few times, I've been really tempted to put my fist through some of those
fucker's faces! And the really fucked-up part of it is, some of these are
the same fuckers who I know would give anything to suck my cock! I can tell
the way they look at me!" I said.

"That doesn't surprise me one bit." Dad said.

"Really?! Why?" I asked.

"Brian you don't realize this because I raised you to be better than that,
but a lot of guys who would love nothing more than to suck cock or get
their ass fucked and are too scared to admit it, end up being the biggest
gay-bashers. They think that by being that way, people won't think that
they could possibly be 'fags' themselves. Too bad they don't realize that
it makes them all the more noticeable because of it. Kind of like what
Shakespeare said in one of his plays -'Me thinks the Lady doth protest too
much.'." Dad said.

"Shakespeare?! You read Shakespeare?!" I looked at him askance.

"Fuck you!" he laughed. "It was in high school."

"Dad, they don't teach that shit in high school anymore!" I laughed. "But I
get what you're sayin'. These guys are really outing themselves by making
such a big deal out of it, huh?" I asked.

"Exactly. I mean, eventually somebody who hears this out of them has got to
begin asking themselves why it's such a big deal for them? What is really
bothering them? Doesn't take too long to figure out that what may be up
with them isn't hate but envy." he said.

I laughed at this. "Yes! That's it exactly! They want to do it and envy
anyone who does!"

"That's right. And don't bet they don't do it - but hate themselves for
doing it." Dad said.

"Fuck! That's fuckin' sick!" I said.

"Yeah, it pretty much is. But some guys almost seem to enjoy torturing
themselves with shame and guilt. It's really sad. They could enjoy the
wonderful feelings of being with another guy but, instead, make their lives
total misery." Dad said.

"So I guess that kind of applies to us, too, huh?" I asked him.

Dad looked at me with a somewhat startled look on his face.

"Well...yes, Brian, I guess it does. I guess I reacted at first to the idea
of having sex with you because of the 'incest taboo' which I'd been raised
with. Father's didn't have sex with their children. And I'm not saying that
isn't a good idea in most situations. Certainly, if we had done this when
you were younger, it could have caused some very difficult problems." he
said.

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well...to start with, if I had been the one to come on to you, that could
have felt very much like I was 'overpowering' you - that you didn't really
have a choice since I was responsible for you. I mean, what would have
happened if you weren't gay and didn't want to have sex with me? I could
have ended up hurting you, emotionally, very badly." he said.

"But I am gay, and I did want to have sex with you." I said.

"Yes, but you still were not in control of your own life, not like now. You
still relied on me for everything, including discipline. Now how would we
have reconciled my role as disciplinarian and sex-partner? No. It can get
pretty confusing where our 'roles' are concerned." he said.

"But now that I'm 18 and legally an adult, that changes things?" I asked.

"Well, to some extent. I mean you still live with me and I intend to go on
supporting you - at least until you're through college - but you are very
much your own man now. I still don't understand exactly why it is that you
find me attractive and want to have sex with me but it's your right to feel
that way." he said.

"Thank you!" I said.

"For what?" he asked, puzzled.

"You just said I was a man. You've never said that before." I said, smiling
at him.

"Actually, I did. I said it when I had sex with you. I don't have sex with
'boys'." he grinned.

"Well, it's really nice to hear YOU say it. It means more coming from you
than anyone." I said to him earnestly.

"I understand. My Dad has never said it to me. I always have wished he
would. I promised myself I would tell you that you were a man as soon as it
became apparent to me. I just didn't envision it being under these
circumstances." he grinned.

"You're not very close to your Dad, are you?" I said.

I figured this was true because I knew that my grandfather lived somewhere
in the mid-west, but I didn't know where. He'd never visited us and we'd
never visited him.

"No, we aren't. My Dad is a very fucked up man. He is a drunk and tends to
be physically abusive when he's drinking. I took it until I was 17 and then
joined the Marines to get away from him. I never went back." Dad said.

I saw the hurt in his eyes as he told me this. I leaned over and kissed him
gently.

"I love you. I'm sorry you went through that." I said simply.

"It made me want my relationship with you to be close. I'm grateful it is."
he said, giving me a kiss back.

"I guess we're about as close as we could get now." I said quietly.

"Yes, I guess we are. I don't know what other people would think about
this, but I'm a lot more comfortable with it than I thought I would
be. But, how about you. Still feeling okay about having sex with your Dad?"
he asked, searching my face with his eyes.

I smiled at him with all the love I felt for him. "God! Yes! I am happier
right now than I can ever remember being in my whole life! Are you kidding?
I'm in bed with a fuckin' hunk who loves me and who I love and who is
really great sex! What more could an 18 year old gay horndog ask for?!" I
laughed.

"Well, I guess that's true enough!" he laughed.

"Hey! Enough talking! I still wanna eat your butt! And fuck it!" I said,
looking down at him.

"And I really want you to eat and fuck my ass!" he grinned.

I began sliding down Dad's body, licking at sniffing at the sweat that was
there. I sucked in one of his nips and worried it with my tongue and teeth
while Dad moaned. He threw his hands behind his head to give me access and
the overwhelming ripeness of his pit drew my attention away from his puffy
nub. I buried my face in is pit, breathing in the stench of his pit. It was
a scent I was intimately familiar with from my childhood on. I could still
remember when my Dad was working on the construction crews and would come
home hot and sweaty after long, hard days in the hot sun. He would almost
pass out on his bed, a beer in his hand, usually with his cut-off jeans
riding low on his hips. I loved to join him on the bed, laying my body up
against his and smelling him. As a child, that scent meant love and
protection. As I got older, the scent of a male's sweaty body translated
into making me hot and horny.

"God, I love the smell of you! I always have!" I exclaimed, looking up from
his fragrant pit.

"Yeah, I remember how much you used to like to cuddle up against me when
you were little. I sometimes thought that you were gettin' off on smelling
me, but figured it was just all in my head." he said softly.

"Nope, you were right. I was. Somethin' about the smell of you always made
me feel safe and warm." I murmured, again burying my face in his ripeness.

Now my tongue came out and I began to lick through the soft, golden hairs,
tasting the salty sweat and musk of him. Dad moaned as I wallowed in the
scent and taste of him.

But I couldn't stay there long. Greater delights enticed me to move on. I
moved down his body until my face was in his groin. I could smell his
fuck-raunch and sweat along with dried piss. It was an extremely heady
combination that had my cock rock hard and dripping in seconds. I opened my
mouth and slid down his cock, tasting his cum and my ass. I loved the taste
of my own ass on another male's cock. I pushed back the hood from his cock
and began to lick up all the headcheese which had gathered in his hood
since his last shower. The funky male taste and smell of it was
overwhelming to me. I loved it. I loved headcheese - but especially because
it was his - my Dad's. It began to overwhelm me again that I had the cock
in my mouth that made me! It was a feeling like no other that I had ever
experienced. It is impossible to describe! It is a mixture of horniness,
love, gratitude, and a whole bunch of other emotions that hit me so hard
and so fast that I didn't know what to do with them.

I pushed all that aside. Maybe I would deal with it later. Right now, I
just concentrated on sucking his huge cock and then, after a short time
(because I didn't want him anywhere near cumming until I got in his butt)
headed down to his musky balls.

Dad, like me, wasn't a very hairy guy, but his groin and his nut-sack were
covered with a thick growth of soft, golden hair. I loved licking and
sucking at his balls, the flavor and scent were so masculine and so ripe!
The scent of my Dad's arousal was intoxicating to me and drove me to
greater heights of horniness than I had ever experienced before. I licked
his balls until they dripped of my saliva and then finally looked up from
between his legs.

"Turn over! I want to eat you butt now!" I said.

He grinned and did as ordered, spreading his legs wide to give me total
access to his beautiful butt.

I began by licking all the sweat off his buns. For a guy in his mid-30's,
Dad's butt was classically shaped into the high, hard mounds of the
proverbial "bubble-butt". Even as a definite "ass-man", I was overwhelmed
by the beauty of them. But what was drawing me strongest was the scent
wafting out of his slightly spread ass trench. The ripeness, the maleness
of it drew me like a moth to a flame. I ran my nose down the trench first
without opening it and then, placing my hands on each of his muscular
mounds, I spread the trench apart until my nose was slapped by the scent of
his ass. I sucked in deep to get every raunchy snort of him before leaning
down and running my nose from his balls to the place where his trench
joined his lower back and then back down again.

"Fuck! I love the smell of your ass!" I cried out.

I then pushed my face back into his crack. As much as I loved the smell -
it was the taste of male ass that truly drove me nuts! My tongue ran the
entire length of his ass-crack and I tasted all the musk and funk that was
there. I locked my lips to the wrinkled pucker of his ass lips and gently
sucked and licked at the opening to his body. His hole relaxed easily,
telling me that Dad had a more than casual acquaintance with having cock up
his butt. I sucked stronger on his hole while I pressed my tongue up
against it and felt it sliding right up inside of him. His hole opened in
welcome to my tongue and I could feel the wet, slick walls of his butt as
my tongue rasped against them, gathering all the dark, ripe tastes of his
inner ass.

This was the ultimate in intimacy to me. To have your tongue up inside a
guy's asshole! I was mewling and growling deep in my throat as I ate out
Dad's hole, loving all the musk that I was tasting. He was moaning as
well. They say, like father - like son! I was sucking and licking on Dad's
hole and it evidently had the same effect that his sucking and licking my
hole had on me.

"Fuck me, Brian! Please! Shove that hot cock of your up in there, boy!
Please, fuck me!" he moaned as I sucked at his hole.

I knew the hunger he was feeling for a cock to ream his shit-hole! It was
the same hunger I got whenever some guy was really eatin' out my hole. And
I was more than ready to fill Dad's hole with my hard cock and give him
what would be the fuck of my lifetime!

I rose up and grabbed the lube from the night stand and began to lube up
his hole and my cock. I then assumed a push-up position over him and moved
my hips to nudge my cock between his buns. Dad raised up slightly and
pushed back a little until the head of my cock was kissing his eager
hole. I pushed against his hole and his ass opened up and swallowed my
cock. I slid slowly into the hot, wet depths of him, groaning at the heat
of his chute. My cock was as far as it would go when Dad spread his legs
farther apart and pushed back until my pubes were crushed against his hole
and I was buried inside as far as I could go inside of him. We both groaned
as I bottomed out in him.

I stayed in the position, resting on my straight arms above me and my cock
completely buried inside of him for a few minutes - not wanting to cum too
quickly, which is what the massaging of my cock by the muscles inside his
passage was threatening to make me do. Finally, I lowered myself until I
was laying on his back and was in my favorite position to fuck. I loved
laying directly on a guy, feeling his back and butt moving under me. I
loved to be able to lick and nibble at his neck and shoulders as I fucked
him. I loved the feeling of possession as I buried my bone in his body over
and over again. It was a purely dominance/submission thing and it turned me
on all to hell and back again! Dad was obviously very comfortable with it
because he crossed his arms in front of him and lay his head on them with a
sigh of pleasure.

I began fucking, slowly with short jabs at first. Just the feeling of
sliding slowly in and out of his hole was mind-blowing. I was fucking my
Dad! The ideal example of masculinity in my life was offering his body to
me in the most intimate way that one male can submit to another and yet, he
lost not one iota of that masculinity by doing so! He was a man, taking
pleasure from another man's cock! Now, I truly felt like a man - truly felt
accepted as a man by the man that meant the most in my life. I had to hold
myself back and fuck slowly or I knew I would cum almost immediately from
the overwhelming feeling that were running through me!

I lowered my face until it was buried in his hair and I was sniffing the
sweaty scent of him. He leaned his head back and moaned as I fucked him and
he gently turned his head from side to side as I smelled him. I moved my
face lower and began to lick and nibble at the skin of his neck and was
gratified to see his skin dimple with goose-bumps just the way mine did
when a man was doing this to me. I began biting his shoulder gently and he
began to moan at this attention. My hands were around his shoulders and
arms and I was running my hands over the heavy muscles that I found
there. We were both moaning back and forth to each other, so profoundly
aware of the effect we were having on each other.

"Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Ride that butt! Make me cum! Really fuck that hole! Show
me what kind of a man you are! Pound my ass HARD!" Dad said.

I raised up on my elbows so that I changed the angle at which my cock was
going into his hole. I began slamming my hips into him at the same time he
began to slam his butt back at me. The sound of our skin slapping together
as I fucked his ass along with out moans, filled the room. It also fed our
sexual passions so that, soon, I was feeling that tingle in my balls which
told me that my climax was near. I hammered his ass with my body, harder
and faster until I was lost in the fuck-craze that just precedes
orgasm. Before I knew it I was crying out and my cock was erupting inside
my Dad's ass, delivering volley after volley of my cum. At the same time,
from somewhere outside my senses, I could hear Dad moaning and then felt
the grasping of his chute around my cumming cock as he shot his load onto
the sheets below him. He raised up the upper part of his chest and threw
back his head as he groaned out his pleasure from just my fucking him!

I collapsed on his back, sprawled there with my cock still hard and buried
in his butt. We were both sweating and panting as we came down from the
orgasmic high. I truly felt like a man, not because I had fucked my Dad,
but because I fucked him to orgasm with just my cock - just as he had done
for me. It was a feeling so hard to describe, part male pride, part love
and part wonder at the glory of what two males could create for each other.

We finally calmed down, and like typical males, fell asleep for a
while. Dad woke me by clenching and unclenching his butt-chute, causing my
semi-hard cock to stiffen again.

"Mmm! You keep that up and I'm gonna fuck you again!" I murmured in his
ear.

"You can if you want to." he said, his voice soft and low with a note of
affection in it.

"What I really need to do is piss!" I said.

"I know a great place to do it." he looked over his shoulder and grinned at
me.

"Yeah? I just bet you do!" I grinned back.

I slid my hard cock from his butt and noticed that some of my cum spilled
out as I did. I didn't care how bad I had to piss, I wanted to do one thing
first! Moving down behind him, I locked my lips to his puffy ass pucker and
began licking and sucking my load out of his hole. This was something that
was a real favorite of mine, feltching a just fucked butt. Really turned my
crank!  Dad moaned all through my anal assault and when I finally had
gotten all the cum that his ass would give up, I got up off the bed, leaned
over and slapped his butt.

"Come on! Let's hit the shower before I piss all over the bed!" I
exclaimed.

"I wasn't the one to stop to eat my butt!" he laughed. "Not that I'm
complaining or anything!"

"No," I said, walking towards the bathroom, "I didn't figure you would!"

We got into the shower and this time it was Dad who knelt in front of me. I
started pissing on him, just as he'd done to me - chest first, letting the
hot piss flow down his abs and into and around his pubic hair and nuts. But
Dad reached out and took hold of my cock and brought it back to his
mouth. He locked his lips around my pissing dick and just started
swallowing. There was such and incredibly intimate feeling about what he
was doing. Here I was, giving my own Dad my piss! He was drinking piss from
the cock he made. The ramifications of this were staggering to me. And it
was so pleasurable at the same time. I loved having someone drink my
piss. I loved the feel of their warm, wet mouth and I loved what it
symbolized to me - the desire to have all of my body inside them. Now,
having my Dad do it, just heightened the experience to levels I never
dreamed possible.

After he drank me dry, Dad began to suck on my whole cock, cleaning it -
getting the last tastes of my cum and his ass from it. I knew he was
enjoying this, just the way I'd enjoyed the taste of my butt on his cock
earlier. Finally he stopped before I became completely hard again and stood
up.

"Let's get over in the tub and relax a while." he said.

I noticed the first time we had been in the bathroom that the bathtub was a
very large one - easily accommodating two people - even men our size. As
Dad began to fiddle with the controls to it, I realized why - it was a
Jacuzzi bath. Dad filled it and got the water bubbling and swirling with
the jets and then we got in. At first I thought about laying opposite him
so that we faced each other, but I quickly discarded this notion. I wanted
to be next to him. I wanted his arms around me. I wanted to be in 'Daddy's'
arms again.

And that's exactly what we did. We sat there in the warm, bubbling water
and Dad held me in his arms. He lay on his back and I turned on my side so
that I could rest my head on his chest.

"You comfortable?" he asked softly.

"Very! I love being with you like this. It feels like I'm little again." I
said.

"Holding you like this, feeling you close again, it almost seems that way
to me. But you're certainly not little anymore!" he smiled.

"Yeah, I guess I kinda grew." I giggled.

"Yes you did. You grew into a very beautiful young man. One I love very
much." he said, squeezing me in his arms.

"I really love you, too, Dad." I said, squeezing him back.

"So what do you want to do now?" he asked.

"I don't know. I thought maybe spend the rest of the night with you. If you
want me to." I said tentatively.

"What? No more customer's tonight." he laughed.

"No. I wouldn't have scheduled any besides you." I said honestly.

"I hope you don't 'schedule' anymore at all." he said.

"You know, you're gonna disappoint a lot of guys!" I laughed.

"I don't care about other guys. All I care about is my son." he said
seriously.

"I know. There won't be anymore. I am officially retired as of tonight." I
promised.

"Good. And yes, I'd love you to spend the night with me." he said, leaning
down and kissing my forehead.

"And we can sleep with each other just like we used to do?" I asked.

"If you want to." he said.

"Good. Can we do that at home, too?" I asked.

"Yes, we can do that at home, too. However, I don't know how the fuck I'm
ever gonna get any sleep with you in bed with me! You're so horny all the
time, I won't be able to keep up with you!" he laughed.

"I'm not THAT bad!" I complained.

"Oh, yes you are!" he laughed and I laughed with him because I figured he
was probably right.

"Uh, can we do one more thing, Dad?" I asked tentatively.

"I don't think I can get it up again!" he begged off.

"No. Not that!" I said. "Can we get something to eat? I'm starving!"

Dad started really laughing then. I looked at him funny and he finally
stopped.

"Typical teenaged male - all they want are sex and food!" he laughed.

"And your point is?" I looked at him like he had surely lost his
mind. After all, what more was there to life than sex and food?

"Yes, just go ahead and call room-service. Come to think of it, I'm pretty
hungry myself after that little work-out with you!" he smiled. "Order us up
a couple of steaks and maybe some oysters on the half shell so we can start
to recover."

I pushed forward with my hips so that he could feel my hard cock poking
into his leg under the water.

"Eat the oysters yourself. I don't need them!" I laughed.

"Yeah, you're right! No oysters for you! I won't get any sleep at all
otherwise." he laughed.

That was ten years ago. That night will always live in my memory. It was
the start of an incredible relationship between Dad and me that continues
to this day. Did we become lovers? No. I did eventually find a lover, who
is my age, a couple of years later. A guy who I love so deeply and who I
know I will love forever. His name is Mark.

So what about Dad. Well...Mark found out about me and Dad pretty soon after
we started dating.  I was scared to death of how he'd take it but he turned
out to be okay with it. In fact, he admitted to me how envious he was of
me. Mark's father had died when he was a little kid so he never really knew
him. He also found that he was very attracted to Dad - and Dad to him. So
it just seemed natural that we would all end up loving each other. Mark and
I simply moved in with Dad and we have a very happy, lustful home. Three
men, all loving and making love to each other.  Half the time, Mark calls
my Dad - "Dad". Both Dad and I love when he does.

I have the most wonderful life. Two men who love me and who I love. And
enough sex to keep any over-sexed pervert like me happy and contented. I
will always be grateful that I answered Dad's Booty Call!

The End of DAD'S BOOTY CALL

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