Date: Fri, 10 Nov 2023 17:50:07 +0000 From: yngsthrngent Subject: Dirty Father and Filthy Son: Chapter 1 - Awakenings The following story is a work of fiction. People, places, names, and incidents are inspired by the author's imagination or used in a heavily altered manner. Furthermore, any resemblance to people or places - alive or dead - past or present, is purely coincidental. This story contains events depicting graphic sexual activities involving father and son or boys and adult males. If this offends you in any way, or you are under the legal age to be viewing such content, or such material is illegal to view where you reside, please leave now. Additionally, the following story contains fetishes involving foot worship, boot worship, odors, and soft domination shared between consenting, same-sex (male) individuals. Finally, please consider donating to keep this wonderful archive alive and active. Any amount will help. This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction. Feedback is greatly welcomed. However, please keep it constructive and generative. If this story is your cup of tea and would like to read more, I will try my hardest to add additional chapters when time allows. Dirty Father and Filthy Son - Chapter 1: Awakenings As early as I can remember, I had a strong affection for my dad. Not only him but also the company that he kept. The best way I could describe him and his friends was manly. They were the kind of men you would see in oil fields, farms or hay fields, factories, and even the military. The kind of men who walked with confidence, shared hard life lessons, and only showed a certain amount of affection and intimacy in privacy. At an early age, I developed an affinity for these kinds of men and the things I would normally associate with them. Their strong backs, thick torsos, chests covered with dense hair, thick legs, and finally their feet. My dad worked a very laborious job that had him pushing and pulling heavy machinery, and walking for about twelve hours. I have had many sexual awakenings in my life and the earliest I can recall was on a summer after my dad came home from work one evening. At this time, I think it's a good opportunity for me to describe my dad. In his early years, he joined the Navy, which was the source of his values, work ethic, and the foundation of his strong muscles. Additionally, years of being assigned to an aircraft carrier blessed him with dark-tanned skin and hands that were as rough as concrete. He was an intimidating sight to behold. Standing at 6 feet 4 inches (193 cm). I later learned that his feet were 14 inches (35.56 cm) and were very wide. Most of his boots and dress shoes had to be made to fit as he was larger than the average male. As for his looks, the best way I can describe him is, if you combine the actor Burt Renolds with the fictional protagonist/antagonist Omni Man from the show Invincible, my dad looked very close to those two. However, he seemed more robust or rotund from occasionally overindulging in meals and beer, giving him a linebacker's physique. Despite his intimidating appearance, I always knew him as tactful, respectful, professional, and most of all, kind. This particular evening that I recall was in the summer. Without giving much of my location away, summers here are very humid. I was home the majority of the time or playing with my friends. On this occasion, I had been home dividing my time playing outside, or playing video games inside. My dad's job occasionally requires him to wear coveralls (in some places they are referred to as boiler suits), and on days that he is sore from work, he gets me to help him undress. Until this point, I never considered it a big deal helping him but, maybe it was because I was at the age of discovering more about my body and developing deeper feelings for what I liked. For as long as I could remember, my dad either referred to me by my name, son, or his pet name or nickname for me, Tiger. "Hey, Tiger? Could you help me in my room? I'm a little stuck." My dad called. "Sure thing Dad, I'll be there in a second," I responded. As I entered his room, it hit me. The faint smell of his soap but most importantly, his musk hit my nose as if punched. As far as I could tell, Dad seemed to not wear deodorant. It was far from off-putting or gross but the smell was enough that it caused my crotch to awaken. He stood waiting for me in front of his chest of drawers. "I just need you to help me get my arms out of my coveralls. After that, I think I can handle the rest." "Uh, sure." "I'm going to steady myself against you, and I want you to just pull my sleeves, and I'll wiggle my gorilla arms out. It would be easier if I didn't roll my sleeves up but, it was just so damn hot today." The back, neck, and pits of his of his coveralls were damp with his sweat. I grabbed the rolled sleeve and steadied myself, while he pulled his thick arm out. As I undid the rolled-up sleeve, it was soaked from being so close to his bicep and armpit. He then turned for me to help with the other arm, and as soon as it was freed, the top part of his coveralls fell a bit below his waist. My mind was already hazy from being so close to him and his manly smell. The icing on the cake was being teased by a brief view of his boxers. "I bet those are sweaty too." I thought. "Ah, that's much better. I feel better already. Say, could you help me get my boots off too?" "Okay," I muttered. He transitioned to his queen-sized bed and sat down at the foot. While I knelt before him, I was in awe at the sight before me. "I can't bend that far down, at least for now. I'll keep my legs as sturdy as possible. Untie them for me and make them as loose as possible, that way I can throw them back on tomorrow morning. Easy enough?" "Yeah, sure." It was hard for me to think straight now as it seemed I was bowing before a mighty king. I fumbled a little untying one boot lace and loosening them as much as I could. "Son, are you feeling alright? It's been mighty hot recently." He inquired, probably because I was taking longer than he would have liked, or out of concern. Which one was correct?; I am not sure. Either way, his question shook me out of my haze and brought me back to reality. "Uh, no... I mean, yeah. I'm alright, Dad. The heat has been getting to me a little, but I'm okay." "Just checking on you. Make sure you're drinking plenty of water too. That will help some as well." As he was wrapping up his sentence, his hand ran through my hair appreciatively and gave me a tired smile. After that, he laid back fully on his bed, leaving me to loosen his remaining boot. With my heart pounding in my ears, I began working on the other bootlace. It was so hard to focus and it seemed like it took me an eternity to get the darn lace undone. All of this closeness, his sweat, and his musk was making my crotch ache. By now, I was painfully hard, and it was fairly obvious too as my shorts were tented. I needed to go somewhere where I could be alone for a while but I wanted this moment to last as long as possible. Additionally, I wanted to satisfy more of my curiosity. It was soon, that I cooked up a plan to explore more of my handsome father. I placed my hand on Dad's knee, gently shaking to wake him up or catch him before he was too far asleep. "Uh, dad?" I quietly asked. "Mmmhmm? Can I have my feet back now?" He mumbled. "Yes sir, you can move up towards the head of the bed now so I can take them off for you." "You sure you want to do that?! I was going to get them for you. I'm pretty sure the smell of my boots and feet is a health hazard." He chuckled softly. "It's ok. If it was really bothering me, I would have said something helping you with your coveralls." If I wanted to be more curious it would have to be now. "I could also help you out of the rest of your coveralls." Slow down, don't get ahead of yourself, and don't be too brave. You don't want your Dad to freak out. "Hmmm, I guess you're right." He said, sliding his way up the mattress. "Thank you, Tiger. I'm going to rest my eyes for a bit." He said. "I'm just so stiff I can hardly move." All I could see now was the soles of his boots and a little bit of his legs and chest. "Easy does it, and don't blow it," I told myself. I grabbed his right boot and slid it off his foot. I was surprised by the intoxicating aroma of leather, sweat, and laundry soap. The impression of his toes, sole, and heel bled through his sock, leaving a seductive outline and imprint from standing and walking all day. I carefully sat the heavy boot beside me, reached up his thick leg to the top of his sock, and slid it down his foot. I was on autopilot at this point. Nothing could have mattered. It was as if I was holding his foot like an ancient artifact or a precious relic. Still kneeling at the end of the bed and the sole of his large foot in hand, and in plain view, I began to inch closer. Before I attempted to remove the second sock, it appeared that Dad was breathing slowly and deeply again. I had the idea to get as close as I could without disturbing him. I had no idea why I wanted to do it, but maybe I could lightly kiss his foot. No, that was way too bold. Maybe I could try something else. Once the damp sock was removed, I began to lightly knead and massage his foot. Not long after my massage began, Dad was lightly moaning from the massage he was getting. "Damn son, you don't have to do that." I didn't say anything as I was lost in my thoughts, enjoying what I was providing my old man, also I was trying not to explode in my underwear. Finally, his deep breathing and soft moans turned to light snoring. If he was going to rest his eyes, I am glad it was my actions that were making him comfortable and relaxed. I kneaded as much of his wide feet as my fingers could grab, starting at his heel and then working my way up, rubbing in circles and grabbing as much of his muscular foot as my fingers could allow. I finally decided that if I was going to get braver and take advantage of the situation, I had better do it now. I switched my attention to his right foot, starting at his heel and working my way up to between his toes. Before I got too invested in his massage, I adjusted myself so that my privates were down and in between my thighs. Once my equipment was finally adjusted, I returned to massaging and began slowly thrusting my hips, imagining rubbing my hard-on on the soles of my dad's foot. I thought about how erotic it was and how gigantic they were in comparison to my aching erection. I got close enough without touching and quickly inhaled the intoxicating aroma from his foot as Dad's soft yet deep breathing and muffled snores continued. "Please, please don't wake up. This is a dream. It has to be a dream." I thought. The movements I was making with my hips heightened what I was experiencing. This feels too good to be a dream. After a while of slowly thrusting my hips, I felt the tale-tale signs of an orgasm. I threw caution to the wind and continued to massage my Dad's muscular feet and myself in between my thighs. I was feeling way too good to stop. I quickly changed my mind and decided to back off. However, it took a lot of restraint to keep from letting it go. At the height of the whole ordeal, it felt as though a heavy weight was pressing into my crotch and testicles. Intense pressure and pleasure were surging through my hips and the rest of my young body. It was like I was being electrocuted and completely stunned as a huge rush of pleasure hit me from underneath my navel and my taint as I slowly stopped thrusting my hips. It took everything I had to keep from moaning in ecstasy as the waves of pleasure subsided from deep within my balls. After riding out a lengthy pleasure high, and dodging an embarrassing and messy ordeal, I suddenly felt the urge to drop everything as panic and guilt started to set in. I immediately let go of Dad's foot and before I stood up, I grabbed Dad's dirty socks and rushed for my room. Still drunk from the rush of pleasure I had just experienced and standing up too fast, as I exited Dad's bedroom, I hit my elbow on the door frame, making an audible thud, "I hope that didn't wake him," I thought. As I rushed to my room, it felt as though I pulled off a heist of a precious jewel. I swung my door shut, and with my crotch still not fully satisfied and hard again, I went to lay down on my bed and began to pull my hardon out. I flipped over on my belly, and with Dad's sock still in my hand, I closed my eyes and began inhaling deeply, while holding my breath for long periods. I pictured my dad laying down as he was, licking the toes of his socked feet after a long day's work. I still smelled the leather from his boots and pangs of sweat from throughout the day. As I was getting high off of my Dad's musk, I began thrusting my hips like I did earlier. Instead of using my thighs, I rubbed my aching erection into my mattress. "Mmmmm oh, son. That feels so wonderful. Oooooh, take my socks off now and lick them... I know you want to. Yes, taste and savor Daddy. I know you enjoy this boy, and I do too. Mmmmmm, consider this is repaying you for massaging me earlier." Without hesitation, I removed the socks from my Dad's feet and began feasting and licking his thick hairy toes. I started with the smallest one working to his big toe, making sure to give them equal attention and devotion giving them two to three gentle sucks, a lick, and a gentle kiss once I was done. After I thought his toes were satisfied, I began slowly licking and rotating my head in a figure-eight pattern beginning at his heel and then slowly moving up and across the wide flesh, ending at the ball of his big toe. Once I was done with one hefty foot, I repeated the same process on the other. Not only did I enjoy doing this for myself, but I also thoroughly enjoyed that my dad was encouraging me and saying he liked it too. Back on planet Earth, the thud was loud enough to wake the slumbering giant out of his slumber. "Well, that rascal forgot to help me shuck my coveralls. In hindsight, it was probably a good idea that he didn't. I'm so damn hard I can cut diamonds." He thought. Stirring from his nap, he scratched and rubbed his chest hair, repeated the same movements through the dense forest down his stomach, and then continued to his crotch. Once there, he gently tugged up and down the mighty erection a few times. "Good lord, I haven't been his horned up in ages." The man said to himself. It appeared that all of the blood in the burly man's body went to all thick 10 inches (25.4cm) of his hefty pole. He reflected on what happened earlier with his son. It's not strange for a man to get a foot massage. It's not strange for a man to get a foot massage, especially from your son, who offered to do it. Was it? "I hope there's a next time." He thought. As he stretched his tired body, he expected to see his son still at the foot of his bed massaging away on his tired feet. He was going to tease him a little for forgetting but thought against it for fear of making him feel awkward. Besides, he was that age once. "Damn, I'm going to see if he can do that for me again soon. Those hands of his sure are talented. Maybe he can do my legs, back, and neck too." He thought. "I better get up and see about supper." As the tired man sat up fully, he continued to stretch and shift his weight out of bed. Lumbering his way to where his son took off his boots, he picked them up and carried them into his walk-in closet. Just then, he noticed something out of place. One of his socks was on the floor, but its mate was nowhere to be seen. After a small search, he gave up thinking nothing of it. "I'd better see what the boy wants to eat." The large man began trecking down the hallway towards his son's room. When he got a little closer, he noticed that the door was cracked and heard some soft moans and rustling coming from inside. "I suppose he's at that age now, and I suppose I better get the sex speech ready. I better... give him some... private... time." Sinister thoughts were racing through his head. "Should I..." he paused. "Maybe... just maybe." He inched closer to his son's door, curious about what he was tugging his pud to. As he got closer, he saw him grinding his hips into his mattress. "Whatever is turning his crank, it's really got the boy wound up." He thought. Just then, his son turned over on his back. Eyes closed, and proud teen erection in hand along with the missing sock. "How about this, Tiger. How about I undress and massage you this time. Here, lie down on your back." He commanded. I was suddenly on the floor looking up at my handsome father, admiring his stunning body. He then put one foot on my face and the other on my bare chest, gently rubbing and sliding them all over, exciting my already sensitive skin. With Dad's sock still in hand, I fisted my sturdy erection harder and faster. "Good boy, just a little more." I stifled my moaning the best I could, coming to another powerful, mind-shattering climax. I released myself into my Dad's dirty sock, covering it almost completely with my teenage sperm. After releasing all of this pent-up pleasure, I was panting as if I had run a marathon. Still in the middle of my sexual haze, I brought the cum-soaked sock to my mouth and sucked and savored every flavor I tasted. The musk, the leather, and the taste of fresh sperm. I was in heaven. "I wonder if he tastes the same." I thought. He couldn't believe what he just witnessed. His beautiful son just blew a load into his missing sock. This was too much to unpack. He soon came to the conclusion that a foot massage, or any massage for that matter, from his son wasn't strange. He was fine with that. Hell, getting the boy to help him take off his coveralls wasn't that odd either. However, he soon put two and two together. His son's gentle, wandering, and curious hands... That was the source of his raging hard-on when he woke up. Although, all that happened up until this point seemed fairly innocent. Watching his son essentially cum because of him... decisions had to be made on how to take this new direction in the relationship. Hopefully, this doesn't get too out of hand.