Date: Tue, 01 Aug 2006 17:13:57 +0100 From: Richard Fellowes Subject: Friday Afternoon with Dad I remember fancying dad when I was small. I wanted him to do `dirty' things to me, I wasn't sure quite what, but I felt it must involve wee-wees and bottoms. I wasn't far wrong! Then, as a teenager, I was having a wank one evening in front of my bedroom mirror, and he suddenly came in. We were both extremely embarrassed, he said `sorry' and immediately went out again, and he didn't mention it for some time. Later on, though, when we were in the garage doing various things, he said something like `did I do `that' often', his voice was so quiet I could hardly make out what he was asking. In the intervening period my feelings had moved from embarrassment to excitement, and it soon became obvious that his had too. We both moved our hands in the directions of our crutches. I started to smile, he smiled, we started rubbing our cocks thought our trousers. I moved towards him, and suddenly we started kissing, the first `grown-up' kiss with dad. We undid our trousers and wanked ourselves and each other. It didn't take long for either of us to come, and we made a bit of a mess of our clothes. From then on, we had sex together from time to time, not as often as I would have liked. We were always very affectionate, with lots of kissing and cuddling. It wasn't until I went away to university that we got beyond the wanking stage. Dad didn't know anything about the gay scene, it was always me who led. He often said, when I tried something a bit different `where did you learn to do that?' I had been wanting to play with his arse, but was too embarrassed to do anything about it. It was when he had come to visit me, we were in my bedroom, standing up, kissing, and I reached behind him and started moving my fingers up and down his crack. He made an appreciative groan, and started kissing me harder. So I got bolder, and started pushing my fingers right into the crack. When I actually touched his shit hole, he stopped kissing and said `Oh yes!' At the start we were very careful about wiping our fingers, and not getting dirty! It was nice, but I wasn't really satisfied. It was a gradual process of beginning to enjoy the smell of our dirty fingers, the first tentative licking, starting to snog with the arse stink. I remember the first time we put our fingers up each other's arses. I fingered dad, wanting there to be some shit there. There wasn't that time, but we got into the way of trying to hold some in for our sessions. I also wanted to see him piss. We'd just had sex, and it was in the mellow period, we were clearing up. We were in the bathroom, he said he wanted to piss, I suupose he was thinking I'd go out. Well, I didn't, and when I saw the yellow stream going into the bog, I couldn't resist putting out my hand to feel it. I wiped my damp hand on my prick and balls, put my hand under the stream again, and this time brought it to my mouth and licked. Dad was surprised at first, but soon said, could he try it. We had a rest on my single bed until I felt the urge to piss. We went back to the bathroom, he got in the shower with me, and I started pissing on him. He loved it! Someone at university had told my about the Nifty archive of stories on the Internet. I soon found the urination section and told dad. I was amazed to read stories about all the things I wanted to do, and the next time dad came we had prepared dirty clothes, and were as dirty as we dared to be ourselves. I had bought a plastic decorating sheet which I put over my bedroom floor, and put an ordinary sheet on top. After we had finished, dad took the whole lot away. The only risk was getting to the bathroom without being seen by the other students, but we never got found out. Then I got a job in a city, quite a way from our home town. So now I was on holiday, and I'd come home for the week-end. I still thought of my dad's house as `home', I was sharing a flat in the city where I worked. He'd phoned me to let me know when he hoped to get home, and that he would be ready to play straight away. I was pretty excited, and had difficulty not having a wank while I was waiting. Being on holiday, I'd not washed for a few days, and I could guarantee he wouldn't have showered at least this morning. He had left out a bucket in the bathroom with some piss in it which I had soaked myself with while I was sunbathing, and put on my `play' vest, cock ring and briefs. I went into the garage which adjoins the house, put down the mattress on the floor, and the rubber liner over it. It was all pretty smelly, I poured the rest of dad's piss over the mattress and floor, and put the fan heater on. Then I heard the car draw up in the drive in front of the garage. Car door slams, sound of feet coming to the side door, door opens, and there's my lovely dad, big smile. We hug each other to death and kiss. `I'm bursting' he says. He gets out of his suit, shirt, unties his shoes (hurry, hurry), off come the socks, and there he is, in just a pair of very dirty stinky briefs (what must they think at work?). I get on my knees and bury my head in his package, which is both smelly and damp. Almost too quickly, I feel his piss coming through the material, I lick it and let flow down onto my vest. After the first urgency is over, he says `let's 69'. We lie down on the mattress, faces to crutches, and both start to piss, eventually getting our cocks out to drink straight from them. After we've finished, dad peels back his foreskin to expose some nice cheese. I do the same, we lick each other's cheese and wipe some over our face, and I move round so we can have a pissy, cheesy snog. While snogging we start to feel each other's arses, fingers inside waistbands. We stand up, I pull down dad's briefs a little, and reach under his balls to finger his crack. I work my finger around, it feels very moist and dirty. I bring my hand up, we look at the brown-smeared finger, sniff it, lick it and kiss again. `Sit on my face' I say. I lie down, he takes off his briefs, and for me this is always the best moment. It reminds me of when I used to see westerns on TV, the cowboys' arses encased in tight jeans, and I wanted those arses! Dad slowly, nice and slowly, squats, he knows how much I love it. As his arse approaches my face, me groaning with anticipation, the cheeks part, I see and smell the shit around his shit hole. At last, my tongue makes contact, and I'm in heaven. He allows me to rim for a while, but he's been holding the shit in, and now he needs to let it out. I feel the turd begin to emerge, out comes a large and fairly firm piece, which I hold in my mouth. He turn and lies on me, puts his mouth over the protruding turd and we play with it for a while. He straightens up, straddles my legs, and pulls down my briefs. I take out what remains of the turd and crush lumps of it into my cock and balls. Dad starts fingering my shit hole, his finger goes in. `Yes' he says, as he feels what he is searching for. As he moves his finger around, it's very difficult not to come. He pulls his finger out, with a good coating of shit. He puts it in his mouth, lies on me again, and we share my shit. `Let me rim you' he says. I move round and sit on his face, he makes funny slobbering sounds as he licks me and tries to get his tongue in to my shit hole. `Shit on my cock' he says. I sit on his cock and balls, which must be my second most favourite thing, and wiggle around, amazing sensations coming from my butt hole. I push out. I feel the shit, a nice spreading consistency, coating his cock and balls and filling my crack. I put the remains of dad's turd back in his mouth, we kiss, face locked to face, and with our cocks coated in shit, grunting shamelessly, we jerk off over each other. I lie on him and grind the shit and cum together. We lie there, smiling, kissing, making silly noises, a bit dozy, until he says `Come on, I want a cup of tea.' I've put a couple of towels down on the floor of the utility room and the kitchen. (If you get the impression we've done this sort of thing before, you'd be quite right.) We go through, and while the water is boiling, we explore each other's pits. Dad's are only faintly smelly, mine are really powerful, anyway, we have a good sniff. We take the tea back to the garage. It's a pity our sense of smell gets used to smells so quickly, it must have been really stinky in the garage, but we hardly noticed it. Dad sits down in a wicker chair with his mug, I'm standing. I'm feeling like pissing again, and just let loose, without saying anything, over dad. Then I get down between his legs, and in between sips of tea, lick his cock and balls. He puts his tea down on the work bench, moves forward in the chair, and lifts his legs up, holding his knees, and exposing his crack. I put my mug down, and get in there with my face. He starts to push out, and this time quite a bit of softer shit comes out. I get some in my mouth, the rest I collect in my hand, smearing some over dad, some over me and over my vest. `Fuck me, dad' I say. I lie down on the mattress on my back. Dad lies on top of me for a bit, grinding his cock over mine. He then sits back, puts his hand into one of the puddles of piss on the mattress, and lubes his cock. I feel his cock in my shit hole, he pushes it in, I feel really full. We're both grunting loudly, he getting even louder, with every thrust. I reach for a lump of shit and put it in my mouth and rub it over my face. Dad comes with a great bellow, I feel his cock spasming in my arse. He carries on with slow thrusts for a bit, then collapses on me, we kiss, I feel his heart beating like crazy. We are almost exhausted, but there's a little bit more. We carry on kissing, I get a bit more shit to put into our mouths to share, I feel his cock soften, and then he starts pissing in me. He withdraws his cock, he lies down, I squat over his face, and let out the piss, cum and shit mixture. We lie there, slowly rubbing our filth over each other, getting more and more drowsy. I reach over and switch off the fan heater, and we drift off for a while. Later, almost dark, we come to. We wipe most of the shit off the mattress with kitchen towel, we hose each other down, just enough to get the worst of, but making sure we don't let the water at our pits or our arses, so that we can stay nice and ripe for the whole weekend.