Date: Thu, 17 Jul 2003 14:57:10 -0700 (PDT) From: rimpigfl Subject: SCENT OF A MAN Disclaimer: Okay, another Marine story. In fact, another incest story between a Marine father and his son. And, yes, this one is raunchy as well. Just for my readers who like this sort of thing as much as I do. Those being the ones who love the... SCENT OF A MAN by RimPig 2003 I watched him as he slowly stumbled down the hall of our base housing. Master Sergeant Kyle Logan, USMC. Drunk. Again. This is how it had been every night for the last six months since my mom walked out on us. She and Dad had married really young because he got her pregnant with me. Well...it didn't matter. They loved each other and they were really happy together, or so everybody - including me! - thought. Then she just left, leaving behind a note that she couldn't go on pretending to be married to a man who she didn't love and who didn't love her. Dad went into shock! For days he wouldn't show up at his post as a rifle instructor. I don't know what it was that he was feeling, but it seemed like guilt. He didn't have anything to be guilty about that I knew of, but he wouldn't listen to anybody on that score. Not me, not the base chaplain, not even his company commander. Nobody. So every night he went to the NCO club and got drunk until they wouldn't serve him any more beer and then, somehow, he'd make it back to our base housing. Most nights, he'd be able to make it to bed by himself. Sometimes not. Then I would help. I had just turned 18 at this point and almost as big as his 6'2". I wrestled and played football and worked out religiously. I had his same blond hair, his same blue eyes. I had a really big chest and six-pack abs along with thick thighs and a hard, rounded butt. My guns were huge and I knew that I got a lot of looks from girls in high school. Only problem was, it wasn't the girls that I wanted looking at me. That was the one difference between Dad and me. I liked guys. It had taken a few years of me denying that to myself before it finally sunk in. It was not something that I ever wanted Dad to know about me. I wasn't stupid, I knew that eventually he'd probably figure it out, but I hoped that it would be later rather than sooner. Much later. Dad was only 35 and had a body that was even better than mine. The Marine Corps does that to guys! Really builds fuckin' hot bods! I loved looking at his hard, masculine body but over the last few months, Dad wasn't looking so good. You couldn't pour all that fuckin' beer in yourself and continue to maintain a bitchin' bod. I didn't know what the fuck to do! I wanted to help him! God! I loved him, for Christ's sake! More than anybody! I just didn't know how to help. I didn't know how to reach him. I heard a loud thud and knew what had happened. He'd stumbled and fallen. I hopped out of bed, naked - the way I always slept - and ran into the hall to see where he'd fallen this time. He was just outside the bathroom door. I guess he was tryin' to take a piss and couldn't navigate the turn into the bathroom. He was laying there sprawled across the hall, his legs out in front of him and his back and head resting against the wall outside the bathroom door. "Dad? Are you okay?" I asked looking down at him. He slowly looked up, his eyes raking my naked body as they sought my face. His eyes connected with mine and he gave me a sloppy, drunken grin. "Kev! You're home!" he said as if surprised to see me. Like where the fuck else would I be but home? I never went out! Certainly I couldn't when he was out drinking like this because I was always afraid for him to come home to an empty house. I didn't trust that he wouldn't hurt himself seriously falling like this - or worse, might do something self-destructive while in the throws of a melancholy drunk! Sometimes he came home a happy drunk, like tonight. But sometimes, he came home crying and mourning my Mom. It was those times that scared me the most because he kept saying things like, 'My life is over.' or 'What the fuck is there to live for?'. "Are you okay, Dad?" I asked again. "I've fallen and I can't get up!" he grinned, mimicking that obnoxious commercial. I leaned down and put his arms around my neck, almost retching from the smell of stale beer on him. "Come on, Dad. Hang on. I'm gonna help you up." I said, wrapping my arms around him and slowly pulling him up to his feet. He leaned against me, his arms still around me and mine around him. "Fuck! You smell good, Kev!" he moaned, his nose pressed against my shoulder. Oh fucking hell! It was going to be one of those nights! Over the past couple of months, something strange had been happening. Dad had started making comments - only when he was drunk - of an intimate nature to me. It was almost as if he 'wanted' me! But I knew that was completely crazy! But I couldn't figure out what the fuck was going through his head when he made comments like this! Like the one he just made. I knew that I had a heavy build up of sweat on my body and my own scent was strong. That was something else I was really into - a guy's scent! I loved the locker rooms with all the hot, sweaty jocks! All that testosterone, sweat and musk made me have to wear a jock almost all the time or let all the other guys know that I was constantly boned from the sight and scent of them! But here was my drunken Dad reacting to my scent! Weird! "Come on, Dad. Let's get you to bed." I said as I slowly maneuvered him down the hall to what had been his and Mom's bedroom. I finally got him sitting on the bed and began to undress him. I got down on my knees and was taking off his boots when I heard his voice, low and husky. "Damn, Kev! You've got one beautiful ass on you!" he said. "Thanks, Dad. Glad you like it." I said as I struggled to get his second boot off. Well? What the fuck else was I gonna say? What would you say if your hunk of a Marine Dad suddenly told you that you had a beautiful butt? I got his boots and socks off and then knelt up and started undoing his buckle and unbuttoning his fatigues. He just sat there, using his hands and arms to hold himself up, grinning at me. "Dad, lay back so I can take these off." I said and he complied without protest. I slid his fatigues down his hips along with his tight white briefs. The strong scent of his sweaty crotch rose up and I almost groaned at the scent! God! This was torture! There were my Dad's heavy, long, uncut cock and almost hairless balls right in front of me! No matter how many times I'd called myself a pervert, I just couldn't get the sight of them out of my mind - especially when I was pounding my own hard meat! I was not only queer! I was queer for my own Dad! Fuck! What the hell else was I going to find out about myself eventually? Better not ask! I didn't really want to know! I finally slid the fatigues and his briefs down and off his feet. I then grabbed his wrists and pulled him back up so that I could take off his fatigue shirt. I unbuttoned it and slid it back off his shoulders. There was that magnificent chest of his and more of his manly scent to drive me fuckin' nuts! I was just grateful that, so far, my cock had behaved and not gotten hard! He was finally naked, sitting there on the bed looking up at me, still with that drunken grin on his face. God! I loved him so much and this shit of getting drunk every night was really beginning to scare me! What if he couldn't stop? What if they took him away to a treatment program or something? What if they threw him out of the Corps! I knew he'd kill himself then! "I gotta piss." his voice broke through my fevered brain's ruminations. Figures! All that beer. Well, at least he was naked so he wouldn't piss all over his uniform. Seems that even though Dad held a 'sniper's' rating, when he was drunk, he couldn't aim his dick for shit! I reached down and dragged him up to his feet again. His arm went around my naked shoulder and we walked slowly to the bathroom. I stood him in front of the toilet and got behind him so that his body rested on mine so he wouldn't fall again. "Hold it for me, Kev." he said quietly. This was something else that had been happening. Rather than piss all over the bathroom - hardly hitting the toilet at all! - he'd taken to having me hold his cock and aim it while he pissed. This was really tough on me because the feel of warm, heavy cock in my hand and the piss pouring through it, just about drove me around the bend! See, that was another little 'kink' of mine that I'd discovered. For some reason, piss was really erotic to me. I'd taken to pissing on myself in the shower and even tasting my piss! And you can just guess who's piss it was that I fantasized was pouring hot and wet all over my body or salty/sweet into my mouth! Truth be told, I hated the idea of wasting all of his beer piss down the toilet. I wanted to drink it right from his cock! Yeah, I know. Pervert. As he rested back against me, my hands slipped around his waist and I reached down for his cock with my right hand - the hand I piss with. My left hand rested against his warm, sweaty abs. I closed my eyes, trying with every ounce of will power I had not to get a hardon as his body pressed against mine and I could feel the power of his piss flowing through his cock in my hand. And piss he did! He must have had a lot of beer because his piss flowed for what seemed like hours but was only probably several minutes. The whole time was torture for me as I wanted to grab him, sink his cock into my mouth and drink all of his golden flow and then keep right on sucking on his cock until he blew his load down my throat, or up my ass! I didn't care which! Finally, his piss flow stopped and I shook off what dribbles were left, sliding his foreskin back and forth. Then I put his arm back over my shoulder and walked him back to the bedroom. Before he sat back down on the bed, he leaned over and kissed me gently on the cheek. "I love you so much, Kev." he murmured and he didn't sound as drunk as he had been. "I know, Dad. I love you, too." I said. I helped him get into bed but, when I turned to go back to my room, he grabbed my hand. I looked back down at him laying there. He had the covers pulled out, holding them open for me. "Stay with me, Kev. Please? I don't want to be alone." he begged me, his eyes imploring me to stay. This was something totally new! He'd never asked me to sleep with him before. For a moment, I didn't know what to do! There was no way he could know how much I wanted this! How much I wanted to sleep close to him, feel his warmth, smell his scent! I yearned to feel his arms around me, holding me! But I was scared! I knew I'd throw wood then! I didn't want him to know what he did to me! Mostly, I didn't want him to hate me for feelings that I had for him that I couldn't help. But, no matter what, I couldn't look into his sad eyes and refuse him. I quietly got into bed with him and his arms came around me, holding me to him. I rested my head on his shoulder as I felt the warmth of his body against me and the strength of his arms around me. I was surrounded by his scent and my body was now having the reaction that I had been able, up to this point, to keep under control - but no longer. My cock boned to its full eight thick inches and I could feel my foreskin begin to retract. I knew that my cock was pressed up against Dad's thigh and if I didn't do something quickly, he would feel it. In fact, he'd feel more than just my hardon. I was a real 'leaker' and his thigh was going to be very wet with my pre-cum shortly! I quickly turned in my Dad's arms so that I was facing away from him and he was spooned to my back. He tightened his arms and pulled me back into his body so that his crotch was shoved right up against my ass as he sort of chuckled, almost like he knew why I had to move. Like he knew that I was fully boned, just from the touch of him. Luckily, I figured as drunk as he was, there was no way he was going to get hard so the temptation to slide my butthole onto his cock would not be there. While I had never been fucked by a cock, I had this latex dildo hidden in my room that was at least as big, if not bigger than Dad. I could take it up my ass easily now and the thought of something 'real' going up me, was one of my favorite fantasies. Especially the idea of it being my Dad's 'real' cock! I could feel his breath on the back of my neck, soft and warm, as I slid back into sleep feeling safer and more comfortable then I could remember being except when I would sleep with my Mom and Dad when I was a little boy. I woke suddenly, not realizing where I was or what was happening. I felt the warmth and weight of another body against mine and something hot and hard pressing into my ass. I could feel someone slowly licking and biting at my neck and shoulders. I moaned from this. Then memory flooded back and I knew I was in my Dad's bed and it was his arms, his tongue, his teeth, and his cock that I was feeling! "Oh, God! I love you! I want you so bad! Let me make love to you!" It was my Dad's voice, soft and low! I quickly figured out that he must be asleep and dreaming about Mom. I could feel his hands running up and down my chest and abs as he continued to taste the skin of my neck and shoulders. His cock continued to press against my ass and I heard him moan in what sounded like deep, horny, masculine need. I didn't know what to do so I just lay there. Maybe his dream would change or something. But it didn't seem to. He kept nibbling and licking on my shoulders and his hands were all over me. I kept thinking he had to be dreaming about Mom, but then his voice came again. "Oh, God! Forgive me! I want you so bad! Please, let me make love to you, Kev." he murmured. Oh, FUCK! This was no dream about Mom! This was about me! If it was a dream, if he wasn't awake! I just lay there, my mind racing! What should I do? Should I answer him? And how? I knew I wanted him to make love to me more than anything in the world but what if this was just a dream? He would probably, with all the beer he had tonight, not remember it if he woke up at the sound of my voice. But if he was awake...if he did know what he was asking...? I had to take the chance! "Okay." I murmured softly. At the sound of my voice, he froze. His mouth stopped all it's movement and his cock was no longer grinding against my ass. His hands stopped right where they were and we just lay there, listening to each other breathe - his breath a little harder than mine. "You...you want me to?" Dad's voice came, quiet and low, somewhat shocked. I moved then, turning in his arms until we were face to face. In the dim light of a street lamp outside the window, I could see his face clearly. His eyes held questions and unmistakable desire. "More than anything." I said softly. "Are...are you sure? It's not just because you woke up horny, is it?" he asked, looking deep into my eyes - trying, I figured, to tell if I was telling the truth. "Very sure." I said. "I've wanted you for a long time. I didn't wake up horny. I went to sleep boned like this because I was close to you, because I could feel the warmth of your body and smell your scent." "Ahh, fuck!" he breathed and then his mouth started to move towards mine. His lips brushed mine gently at first. Then they pressed harder. His mouth opened and I could feel his tongue gently licking at my upper lip. Having never been kissed like this in my life, I wasn't exactly sure what he wanted. Thank God, my body knew! My mouth opened to him and his tongue slid inside and I began sucking on it. His tongue tasted like stale beer and cigarettes but I didn't care! Suddenly, these tastes became very erotic to me. My mind was swirling! It was the taste of my Dad! His mouth was hungry and this kiss was strong and deep. There was no softness to it now. This was a man - better yet - this was a Marine! A Marine who was deeply in need, lost in the throws of male rut. My mouth answered instinctively with the same need. We both seemed to know that there would be no stopping now, no turning back. This would end only when each of us had the hunger inside us satisfied. Dad gradually pushed me over on my back as we kissed and climbed on top of me. The feeling of his hard, strong body on top of me was so erotic that my hips jutted up and ground my hard cock against his. We both groaned at the feeling. His mouth moved from mine and then moved down my neck. My arms were around his neck and he reached for them, pushing them over my head. He then moved over so that his face was in one of my pits and I could hear him taking deep breaths of my scent. "Oh, fuck! You smell so good!" he moaned. My mind was reeling! Dad was into my scent?! And I knew my scent was strong because not only was I aroused but I hadn't showered after practice intending to let the raunchy smells of my body stimulate my nightly jack-off session. I noticed that Dad wasn't 'shower fresh' either but I didn't mind at all! That was the way I liked him - the scent of him strong and masculine. I wondered what else Dad and I had in common when it came to mansex? "You do, too." I murmured to him. He brought his face over mine and looked down into my eyes. "You like the scent of a man, too?" he asked. "Oh, fuck, yeah!" I said. "The raunchier the better!" "And what men have you been sniffing?" he asked. "Well, the guys in the locker room after practice mostly. When they can't tell I'm doing it. I love my own scent when I'm jacking off, too, but there's only been one real man that I've gotten to smell the scent of and his scent drives me wild." I admitted to him. "Who?" he asked and I could see he was going into 'protective father' mode and, with a Marine that is one of the Corp's 'snipers' - the slogan of which is 'One shot, one kill' - not to mention someone trained to kill an enemy twelve different ways with no weapon at all, this mode could be very dangerous to anyone that Dad saw as a threat to me! "You." I said softly. I saw his features go from 'protection mode' to disbelief to a horny grin. "So you get off on you're old man's scent, huh?" he chuckled. "Always have." I said. "Always?" he asked, confused. "When you were a little kid?" "Yeah. Oh, not the same way. It wasn't until I started getting hardons and jacking off that I started to get turned on by you that way. When I was little, I knew your scent as meaning love and protection and...well...it just meant 'Daddy'. I don't know how else to explain it." I said. "You explain it very well." he smiled and leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose very gently. "So, I guess what you're telling me is that you're really into guys. Not women at all?" he asked. "No." I said quietly. "Are you disappointed in me?" He started laughing. I mean, here we were naked, our cocks like stone and pressed against each other on the verge of having sex together and I was worried that he'd be disappointed in me for being into guys. I quickly realized the ridiculousness of my question and began laughing, too. I was an amazing moment because it was the first time I saw my Dad laugh since Mom left. I was happy that I had something to do with it. "No, Kev, I'm not disappointed in you!" he said as he calmed down. "I'm much more worried about you being disappointed in me." I could see something in his eyes that I never thought I'd see - fear. He was really afraid that being intimate with him would lose my respect for him! Couldn't he see? Couldn't he understand how I felt? Typical male that I am, I guess I don't express my feelings very well so, how could he know? I'd never had the guts to tell him! "Dad, I love you. I love you more than anyone else in the world. Being here, now, with you is something that I've wanted for a long time and never thought would ever happen! I'm not in any way disappointed in you! Confused? Yeah! Disappointed? No. I've only been disappointed in all the drinking you've been doing. Not to mention really scared by it!" I said. "Oh, fuck, Kev! I'm so sorry! You just don't know what I've been going through." he said. "No, Dad. I understand. Mom leaving you was quite a blow! Especially without warning like that." I said. "No, Kev, you don't understand. There was warning. I knew it was coming." he said quietly. "You did?" I asked. Now I was completely confused. Dad rolled off me and stood up beside the bed and looked down at me. "Come on, Kev. We need to talk - and not in bed. I need some coffee to bring me around." he said. He walked out of the bedroom and I got up from the bed and followed him. We went into the kitchen and Dad put on a pot of coffee. We were both still naked, but it didn't seem to matter. Personally, I was glad. I don't like wearing clothes much anyway and I loved the chance to see Dad naked. I sat down at the kitchen table while Dad stood by the counter and waited for the coffee to brew, not saying anything. When it was done, he poured two cups and handed me one while sitting down next to me. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Kev. There are some things that I've done that I'm not very proud of. You know that your Mom and I got married because she got pregnant with you, right?" he asked. "Yeah. I could figure that one out on my own. I was born six months after you two got married and I wasn't 'premature'." I said. "I know that I was so big that Mom had a lot of trouble giving birth to me which is why I never had a brother or sister. Mom couldn't have any more children." "Did your Mom tell you that?" he asked. "Yeah. I asked her when I was like 10 why you guys didn't have anymore kids." I said. "Well, that was one reason. It wasn't the only one." Dad said. "So why else? Didn't you want more kids?" I asked. "When your mom got pregnant, I didn't want you." he said quietly, not looking at me. That really rocked my world! Dad didn't want me? That knowledge was like a knife made of ice slicing into me! "You didn't want me?" I said, almost in a whisper. "I didn't want any kids. I didn't want to get married. I was just starting to figure out that it wasn't a woman that I wanted in my life." he said. "But you could have just walked away. Plenty of guys do that." I said quietly. "Maybe they do, but not me. Even though I didn't feel like it was my fault. Your mom told me the old lie about being on birth control. She wasn't. See, she wanted to marry me and figured if she got pregnant I couldn't refuse her. Well, she was right. Then the worst thing of all happened." he said. "What?" I asked. "They let me in the delivery room. I watched you getting born and then one of the nurses put you in my arms and something happened that I didn't expect at all! I touched your face with my finger and your little hands came up and grabbed hold of it. That's all it took! I was hooked. It was like those little hands of your were wrapped around my heart! In that one moment, I fell completely, head-over-heels in love with you!" Dad said, looking at me smiling. My heart soared! Dad did love me, just as I'd always felt he did! "So you stayed with Mom because of me?" I asked. "Yeah. That was the only reason I stayed. I didn't want to lose you! But that left me with a real problem on my hands." he said. "What?" I asked. "You can't figure it out?" he asked. "You didn't want Mom?" I said. "More than that. I didn't want any woman. I was attracted to guys. It was guys I wanted. I realized that I really wasn't 'bisexual'. I was Gay. Of course, that's not a good thing to be in the Corps. Having you and your Mom around was great 'cover' and I knew it so I used her - and you. It gave me the opportunity to play around with other guys without anybody really suspecting anything." he said. "Did Mom know?" I asked. "She suspected. She never said anything though because she figured I wouldn't leave. Not only because it would bring my military career into question but more because she knew I'd never leave you. In the last year, though, something else happened that really caused her to finally leave." he said. "What was that?" I asked. "Well, not that our love-life had ever been all that wonderful, but in the last year I stopped having sex with her at all. Something happened to me that I didn't ever think would happen and it just killed any desire I might have had for her at all." he said. "What was it?" "I fell in love." Dad said. "I'd played around with hundreds of guys over the course of the marriage but I'd never had any feelings for the guys I played with other than horniness. I didn't think I could fall in love. When I happened, it really rocked my world! I didn't know what to do about it! I couldn't play with any other guys, I didn't want to have sex with her, I was a mess! She knew it, too! She knew I'd fallen in love. Thank God, she never knew who it was!" "But, Dad, that's wonderful! Why the fuck all the drinking and shit? Now that Mom's gone, you're free to love the guy!" I said. "You don't get it, do you?!" Dad practically screamed at me. "Get what?! No! I don't get it!" I said, starting to get angry. Dad looked at me and I could see tears running down his face. What in the fuck was wrong here? I just couldn't figure it out! "I'm the sickest bastard I know! I'm a fucking pervert!" he cried. I could take almost anything, but not him crying. I stood up and leaned over, putting my arms around him and pushing his face against my chest with my hand while I stroked his head. The tiny pin-pricks of his almost shaved head, tickled the palm of my hand as I did so. He let me hold him for a few minutes but then pushed my arms away, stood up and walked away from me until he was on the other side of the kitchen, as far away from me as he could get. "Please, Kev. Don't touch me. Go away. Leave me alone. I don't want you here." he said. "You don't want me here? You almost made love to me half an hour ago!" I said, hurt and anger showing in my voice. "I know." he said quietly. "I'm sorry for that. I truly am." "Yeah, well, I'm sorry, too!" I shouted. "I'm sorry you didn't finish! I wanted you! I always have!" He turned around and I could see the sorrow on his face. "It's wrong, Kev! Can't you see that?" he pleaded with me. "No! I can't see that! You had sex with other guys, why not me?!" I said. "Kev, you're my son! A father isn't supposed to have sex with his son!" he said, his voice full of anguish. Then it hit me! So that's what this was all about! How fuckin' slow could I get! "Fuck! It's me that you're in love with, isn't it?" I said. He just stood there looking at me and then he dropped his eyes and slowly nodded his head 'yes'. "Does it make any difference to you that I'm in love with you?" I asked him quietly. "It shouldn't." he said quietly. "But it does. It makes it all the harder." "Why is it hard? You're in love with me, I'm in love with you! Where's the problem?" I asked. "Kev, I'm almost twice your age and I'm your father. That's the problem! I don't want to ruin your life and that's exactly what I'd be doing." Dad said. "How? How would our loving each other ruin my life? You're not turning me Gay - I already am!" I said. "Kev, you should be falling in love with a guy your own age - not me." he said. "Fuck that! The guys my own age all have their heads up their asses! I've always been more attracted to men. I've always been attracted to you! Most nights, when I jack off, it's you I'm picturing in my mind. Fuck! Do you know I steal your dirty underwear and jocks out of the fuckin' laundry so that I can huff them while I jack off?! That I suck in the pouch of your jock and your underwear tasting your sweat and piss!" I stopped, realizing I'd gone a little far in telling him about my own sexuality. I wasn't quite ready to talk to him about my little piss games. He just stood there through all of it, looking at me with wonder on his face. "I...I...never knew!" he said, stumbling over the words. "You weren't supposed to. I figured you'd either kill me or throw me out if you ever found out how I really felt about you." I said quietly, hanging my head. "I would never have done that! No matter what, I could never do that to you!" he said. "The way I see it, you just did." I said. And having said it, I turned and walked to my room. Dad followed me and watched as I took down a duffle bag from the top of my closet. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked. "I'm leaving." I said. "I don't want you to leave!" Dad said. "Too bad. You don't think I'm going to stay after tonight, do you?" I said, as I pulled on jeans and a t-shirt along with my trainers and began throwing clothes into the duffle bag. Dad walked over and put his hands around my wrists and held them. I tried to break free but he was way stronger than me! He just held on. "Kev, please. We need to talk about this." he said. "What's there to talk about? I love you. You don't want that so I'm not staying here knowing that you love me but won't let yourself. How much fucking shit do you think I can put up with?! You getting drunk every night, fuckin' telling me what a nice ass I've got, how good I smell, taking me to bed with you and then saying we can't do that! Fuck it! I put up with the crap because I love you! But you don't want that so you don't want me! And I don't want to be here!" I said, my anger rising and he could see it. "Kev, don't you see..." he started. "I don't see shit!" I cut him off. "All I see is that you've really fucked up! You drove Mom away because you couldn't love her and you've now driven me away because I do love you! You must be pretty proud of yourself! You've fucked up everybody's life including your own!" I shouted at him. Suddenly, his arm whipped back and he backhanded me across the face - hard! My head snapped back and I was shocked, not just by the pain but by the blow itself! Dad had NEVER hit me! EVER! And I would have sworn he never would! I looked at him in shock. He looked at me, the shock showing on his face and then he looked down at the hand that hit me as if he couldn't figure out what it was or who it belonged to! He dropped my wrists and I could see tears in his eyes as he looked at me. "Kev...I'm sorry...I didn't mean..." he faltered. "Save it!" I said and grabbed the duffle and walked out of bedroom down the hall and out the front door. I hopped into my car, the car that Dad had bought me for my 16th birthday, a red Trans Am. I started the engine and peeled out of the driveway. I could see Dad standing in the doorway, naked, when I pulled out onto the street and headed for the nearest gate to get off the base. I didn't know where to go. I just drove around for a couple of hours. Finally, I pulled into this all night diner. I wasn't hungry. My body was practically empty but I was way too upset to eat. I just sat there drinking coffee, trying to get myself under control and trying to think about where I could go and what I could do. When you're only 18, have no job and no real friends or relatives, the options aren't great. After about an hour, the waitress came over. There were no other customers in the place. She must have been in her 40's with brassy, dyed red hair done up high with a lot of curls. She had a kind face with green eyes. She wore a name-badge that said 'Connie'. "Honey, you look like you just lost your last friend. Fight with your girlfriend?" she asked. I looked up at her. "No. Fight with my Dad." I said. "Is he a Marine?" she asked. "Yeah! How did you know?" I asked, dumbfounded at this. "Because he's been sitting out in the parking lot looking in at you for the last half hour. I figure he's trying to figure out how he's gonna face you after smacking you around." she said. I looked at her shocked. "How do you know that?!" I asked. "Because, honey, one side of your face has a very red handprint on it." she said. "Oh." "You want me to call the cops?" she asked. "NO! Please! It wasn't his fault. I said some things that were not very nice. I wish I hadn't said them now." I said. "Yeah, life's like that sometimes. But I'll tell you a little secret. There are six words that will usually make everything better." she said. "What are they?" I asked. Now there was something I needed to know! "I'm sorry and I love you." she said quietly. I looked at her. I knew she was right but I wasn't feeling very forgiving at that moment. If anyone was owed an apology it was me! "And let me tell you one more thing, sugar. Life is way too short to worry about who says those words first. If you love somebody, really love them, it don't matter who apologizes to who. What's important is you don't let angry words end things. You just feel lousy about it for the rest of your life." she said. I couldn't understand how she seemed to be reading my mind. She certainly was right, though. "I can't tell you what to do, sugar, but if it was me, and I loved that man out there, I think I'd motion to him to come in. God knows he must be hurtin' real bad, just sittin' out there all by himself and watching you. I'd say, if a man would go through that, he must really love you." she said. I thought about that for a moment and then turned to her. "Maybe you should bring another cup of coffee. He's probably gonna need it." I said and she smiled at me and went off to get the coffee. I looked out the window and caught Dad's eye. I motioned for him to come in. He hesitated a moment and then got out of the car. I sat in the booth waiting for him. I watched him enter the diner and walk towards me. He slid into the booth opposite me where a cup of coffee was waiting. "I didn't know where you'd go. I just got lucky passing this place and seeing your car." Dad said quietly. "Yeah, well...I wasn't sure where to go either." I said, not looking at him. "You could come home." he said quietly. "No. I couldn't. And you know why." I said. "Kev, you were right. I have fucked everything up. I'm turning into a drunken fuck-up! I thought I was doing the right thing but this hurts way too bad to be the right thing!" he said, his voice full of anguish. "I always looked up to you because you always did the right thing, regardless of what anybody else said or thought. I wanted to be just like you! I wanted to be somebody you would love and be proud of!" I said, my eyes starting to fill up with tears. "Oh, Kev! I do love you! I am proud of you! You don't know how proud I am of you! I just don't deserve the love and respect you have for me." he said quietly. "Why not? What have you done that's so fuckin' wrong? Okay, you played around on Mom, but she didn't exactly give you a lot of choice, did she? What she did was underhanded and dishonest! If she found out finally that she didn't get what she wanted, well that's too fuckin' bad! She didn't deserve to get it after what she did!" I said. "Kev, don't be too hard on her. We were both young and stupid. I never should have been dating her to begin with. I only did it so that nobody would guess that I was getting it on with another football player at the high school we went to. Fuck! He was doing the same damn thing - dating a fucking cheerleader and then coming to my house after we'd get back from our dates and we'd fuck the hell out of each other." he said. "So? Don't you think I've thought about the same thing? Dating some girl for 'cover'? I didn't do it because I know I could never pull it off! I don't think I could even get it up with a girl. Of course, I don't have anything really to hide. I ain't fuckin' around with anybody." I said. "You're not a virgin, are you?" Dad asked, surprise showing in his voice. "Yeah." I answered quietly. "I told you, there was only one guy I really wanted, and he doesn't want me." "Oh, Kev, that is not true at all! I want you so bad I ache inside for you! Why the fuck do you think I've been pouring myself into a fuckin' beer bottle every night! It was the only way I could keep myself from trying to make love to you!" he said. "Well, then I'd say you've got a decision to make. Are you gonna listen to what everybody else says, or are you gonna listen to your own heart?" I asked. "Kevin, I'm scared. I really am! I'm so afraid of hurting you! I couldn't forgive myself if I screwed up your life!" he said. "As far as I can see, the only way you'll screw up my life is if you don't take me home and make love to me - the way we both want. You're not going to change the way I feel about you just because you don't. I will leave but I'll still love you. I'll still want you more than anybody else in the world. That will never change." I said. He sat there, looking down at his coffee for a long time not saying anything. I couldn't tell what was going through his mind or what answer he'd come up with. My own guts were in turmoil. I knew what he meant about aching inside for him! And I was scared, too! To come this close and maybe lose him forever, would just about destroy me. Especially knowing that he really does want me as much as I want him. I knew I had to be patient. I knew he had to work this out in his own mind but it was still killing me, having to sit there quietly and wait for him to do it. Finally, he looked up at me. "Kev, do you really understand what we're talking about here? This isn't about sex. I'm not looking for you to be a 'boy-toy' or something. I'm talking about really loving each other - being lovers. It would mean being faithful to each other because I can't go through the hiding and lying anymore. I don't want it to be that way. Our whole relationship would change. I couldn't be your Dad anymore. That wouldn't work. I don't want you as a son - I want you as a partner in my life. Can you even understand what I'm trying to say to you?" he asked. "It sounds a lot like you're asking me to marry you." I smiled. "Yes, I guess I am and I'm not sure you're ready for that." he said. "Dad, in case you've forgotten, I'm 18. I'm older than you were when you married Mom and had me." I said. "We only got married because we had to." he said. "Then that makes me even smarter than you were! I want to and I know that I want to! I've never wanted anything else!" I said. "That's the other part that bothers me. You've never had a chance to be with other guys. How do you know that there isn't someone out there that you'd love more than you love me?" Dad asked. "Because, you see, Dad - that's a real fucking problem I have! I can't love more than one person at a time. The only way I could ever fall in love with somebody other than you is if I didn't love you anymore. Can you do that for me, Dad? Can you tell me how to stop loving you?" I asked. I could see that rocked him! Good! He'd rocked my world enough tonight. It was time for his to take a few hits! He just sat there looking at me, his mouth open and nothing coming out for a while. Finally, he got it together. "If I could do that, Kev, we wouldn't be having this conversation because I'd know how to stop loving you. God fucking knows that I've tried! I didn't want to fall in love with my own son! I keep wondering what the fuck is wrong with me! I just can't help myself!" he said. "Maybe that's because there is nothing 'wrong' with you. Maybe you don't need any 'help'. Maybe all you need is to do what your heart tells you to do. Don't you think I've gone through this, feeling the way I do about you? Don't you think I haven't called myself every kind of sick bastard imaginable because I couldn't stop loving you? When Mom left, I felt so guilty, so awful because I was happy she was gone! I was happy that it was just the two of us now. That we were together!" I said. "Christ! At first, I even loved the fact that you came home drunk because I got to hold you in my arms and you needed me! Can I tell you one deep, dark, terrible secret without you being disgusted with me?" "Kev, you could tell me anything and I would never judge you! Not after what I've done!" Dad said. "You know how I'd have to hold your cock while you pissed?" I asked. "Yeah." he said. "Not something I'm very proud of." "I wanted to do it! I loved feeling your piss flowing through your cock! I just hated it going in the toilet. I wanted it to go all over me. In fact, I wanted to drink it." I said quietly, looking down at the table and not able to meet his eyes. Dad didn't say anything for a few moments and I looked up, expecting to see a look of disgust on his face. Instead, there was a smile and his eyes were twinkling for the first time that I could remember for a long damn time! "Well, I'll be a son of a bitch! I knew you got your looks and that fuckin' cock of yours from me! You even seemed to have got my thing about mansmells but I never expected you to get that from me, too!" he laughed. "You mean..." I started to say. "Yeah, Kev, I'm into piss, too." he grinned. "Giving or taking?" I grinned back. "Both." he said, and his grin got an evil twist to it. "Oh, fuck! I never thought about giving!" I said breathlessly. "Well, think about it!" he laughed. "Oh, I am! I am! And I think I'd like that a lot!" I grinned at him. His face got very serious at this point as he looked at me. "Kev, I don't have the words...I don't know how to ask you...is this what you really want?" he said quietly. "More than anything in the world, Dad." I said. "Ahh...do you think you could learn to call me Kyle?" he smiled. "Is that so important?" I asked. "For now it is. It's gonna take me some time to get over all my hang-ups about this. That will help." he said seriously. "Ahh...Okay, Kyle. Can we go home now? I think there is something we started that we need to finish. That is, if you're up to it?" I said, giving him a cheeky grin. "I ain't had sex except for jackin' off in almost a year! You may not live through this!" he grinned back. "Who did you think about?" I asked quietly. The grin left his face and instead, there was a look of such deep and abiding love it almost took my breath away! "You, Kev. Always you." he said softly and reached out and took my hand. We drove like a couple of asshole, racing back to the base in record time! It's lucky it was so late at night and there were no other cars on the road - and no cops! We sped back to our base housing and I beat him there, but no by much! We were so excited, we fumbled getting the door open but as soon as we did, Dad slammed it shut and took me into his arms. He kissed me - a deep, hungry kiss that almost had his tongue down my throat! Our hunger for each other was incredible! I began to wonder if either one of us would live through this night! I'd never heard of anyone dying from too much fucking - but there could always be a first time! Dad broke the kiss and took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom. Good thing! He had a king-sized bed, I still only had a double! With the size of the two of us, I figured we'd need the room! When we got in the bedroom, Dad turned to me. "Don't undress. I want to do it. I've dreamed of undressing you for so long now." he said, his voice full of desire and love. "Okay, as long as I get to undress you." I said softly. "Deal!" he grinned. "Deal." I grinned back. I stood there, my arms at my side, while he began to pull my t-shirt out of my jeans. As he pulled it up over my head, I raised my arms to allow him to take it off. Instead, he stopped with my shirt covering my face and I could feel him move in closer. Then I heard him taking deep breaths and moaning. I knew what he was doing! His nose was pressed in my armpit! I knew this because I felt his tongue begin to lick in it, tasting my scent and sweat from the blond hair there. I moaned at the feeling of his tongue against my skin. I pulled my shirt off so that I could watch as he ate out my pit. As I looked at him, he licked for a few more seconds and then looked up at me, a grin on his face. He stood back up and pressed his mouth to mine. His tongue entered my mouth and I could now taste my own funk from my armpit. I moaned as I tasted that sweaty musk on his tongue. "Taste good?" Dad asked, pulling back from my mouth. "Oh, fuck! Yeah!" I said. "Let's get you naked. I think it's probably only fair that you get to taste me first. After all, I've done this before. You haven't." he smiled. And saying so, he reached down and unbuttoned my 501's and slid his hands around the waist so that his hands were gripping my butt. "Ahh! Fuck! You have such a beautiful butt, Kev!" Dad groaned. "The better to gobble up your cock with!" I smirked. "Well, I don't know which one of us is the hungry wolf but you sure ain't no little red riding hood!" he laughed reaching around the front of my jeans and gently stroking my cock, sliding the foreskin up and down. "Dad, you keep doin' that much longer and you're gonna get a handful of cum!" I groaned. His stroking of my hard meat was way more than I could handle! I'd been too turned on for too long that night and just about anything was bound to set me off! Dad continued pushing my jeans down my legs. I slipped out of my trainers and stepped out of my jeans, standing there naked and hard before him. "My turn." I said, my voice husky with desire. I reached out and began unbuttoning his fatigue shirt for the second time that night. I slid it off his shoulders and it fell to the floor. He smiled at me and lifted one of his arms until it was curled behind his head and his pit was staring at me. I pressed my face into the hot moist crevice, hungrily drinking in all of his raunchy, sweaty scent and moaning as I did so. The freedom to openly drink in his scent, with his full knowledge and consent, was a heady experience! Soon, however, the scent alone was not enough! I had to taste him, as he'd done me. My tongue slid through the hair under his arm and I could taste the strong musk and saltiness that was there! The tang on my tongue excited me! How long I had waited to do this! How often I had dreamed of having his body to do with as I pleased! Now, I was almost faint from the excitement that I felt as I made a sopping mess of his underarm. I finally pulled my face out of his pit and his other arm came around, grabbed the back of my head and held me as his mouth approached mine. His tongue came out and began to lick all around my lips, tasting his sweat and musk before pressing his open mouth to mine and shoving his tongue as far into me as he could, tasting more of his taste and mine. I groaned as his mouth sucked on my tongue, raking it with his teeth and sending electrical charges through my entire body! I pulled back from his mouth and dropped to my knees. I quickly unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fatigue pants pushing them down his hips until they were lying like an olive cloud around his ankles. I pushed down his briefs as well and pressed my face into his extremely fragrant groin. His hard cock was standing tall but my nose was buried in his pubic hair, sniffing the scents of musk, male rut, pre-cum and stale piss! It was a heavenly mixture that I drew into my nose as deeply as my lungs could breathe! Again, my tongue was active, licking through the hair, gathering the tastes and leaving my own wetness there. I moved down until my nose was pressed against his large, furry nut-sack. Here was the richest of all the scents so far! Heavy musk and sweat filled my nose and mouth as I snorted and licked his ball-bag. His groans above me let me know that what I was doing was driving him almost as crazy with lust as I was! I wanted to lick more, suck his nuts into my mouth, but his hands came down, hooked themselves into my underarms and pulled me back to my feet. Then his arms were around me and his mouth was on mine, his need strong and hungry! He let me go, stepped out of his boots and the rest of his clothing until he was naked. Then he got onto the bed and his hand reached out for me. I quickly hopped onto the bed and into his arms. He rolled over onto me, our hard cocks pressed against each other, our cock-honey leaking onto our bodies allowing our cocks to glide easily against each other. "There you are...just like I've dreamed of you - in my arms." Dad said, leaning down and gently kissing me. "What now, Kev? What do you want?" "I want you to make love to me. It's what I've always wanted." I said softly. "How do you want me to make love to you?" he asked again. "I want you to fuck me." I said. His eyes darkened and he seemed bothered by my request. "That can be very painful - especially the first time. I wanted us to work up to that." he said. "We don't need to work up to it. It won't be painful. I can handle you easily." I smiled. Dad looked at me funny. I'd told him I was a virgin and now I was telling him I could handle him easily? I'd seen his cock. All ten thick inches of it. I marveled at how close the dildo I had chosen was to him - and I hadn't seen him erect when I bought it. "Kev, I'm big and thick. Not something that someone can handle the first time - much less easily." he said. "It's not the first time. It's not anywhere near the first time! Well...it's the first time for a real cock." I grinned. Dad looked at me funny again and then he suddenly started grinning. "You been fucking yourself?" he asked. "All the time! I've got a dildo that's every bit as big as you are. I wanted to be ready, just in case!" I laughed. "Well, damn! You're just full of surprises!" he laughed. "No more than you are." I said quietly. "No, I guess this is a shock for both of us, isn't it. As much as I love you, as much as I wanted this to happen, I never thought it would. I almost fucked it up, didn't I?" he said softly. "Yeah, you did. But I forgive you! Well, I will when you fuck me!" I grinned. "We'll get to that. But I got some things I want to do first." he gave me a horny grin and then slid down my body until he was between my legs and my cock was right in front of his face. He reached up and took my cock in his hand until he had it standing straight up. Then he pulled back my foreskin. The scent of cock-cheese immediately filled the air. I hadn't showered in more than a day and the smegma had built up under my foreskin. I heard Dad taking deep breaths of the raunchy male scent. "Mmm! That smells really good, Kev!" he grinned up at me. "Cock-cheese, my favorite snack!" "Glad you like it! I cooked it up for myself, but you can have it if you want!" I grinned back. "I just hope you've got some for me!" "Oh, fuck, yeah! I got plenty for ya!" he grinned as he leaned forward and began to lick up all the white specs from under my foreskin. The feel of his tongue on my cock, the first tongue to ever touch it, caused me to groan in ecstasy! Especially when Dad began licking across my cockhead to taste my cock-honey which was flowing out of my piss-slit like a leaky faucet! "I know you can cum more than once, right?" Dad grinned at me. "Fuck, yeah! Easy!" I groaned. That's all he needed to hear as he pulled my cock towards his mouth and slid all the way down on it until his nose was in my sweaty pubes and my cockhead was lodged somewhere deep in his tight throat! I closed my eyes at the intensity of the feeling but quickly opened them again because, more than anything, I wanted to watch my first blow-job happen! I wanted to watch as my cock went in and out of Dad's sucking mouth and wanted to see him bury his nose in my pubes as my cock buried itself deep in his throat. I knew this was not going to be a long session of oral sex. I didn't think I could hold back more than a couple of minutes as I'd been turned on so many times in the last 24 hours and hadn't jacked off once! And I was used to two or three - sometimes four - times a day! Dad went all the way down on my cock maybe three or four more times and then the tingling in my balls told me that I was gonna shoot my load any second now! "I'm gonna cum!" I managed to groan out. Dad immediately pulled back so that the head of my cock was in his mouth, his tongue whipping around it and making me feel things I'd never even dreamed of! I could feel my balls draw up tight to the base of my cock and then I was over the edge and shooting volley after volley of my white cream into Dad's sucking mouth! "Ahh! FUCK!" I screamed as I unloaded into his mouth. My orgasm was so intense it had my half sitting up from the contractions in my abs. I didn't count them, but I know I had to have given Dad at least eight to ten shots of my love juice. He didn't have any problem handling all I could give him, however. He swallowed load after load of my jizz without spilling a drop. As I finally came down, Dad moved up my body, resting his lower body on mine and his upper body braced on his elbows. He looked down into my face and grinned. He then pressed his mouth to mine. I opened my mouth and got a surprise! Instead of Dad's tongue, a large glob of my cum slid from his mouth into mine. Now, I had been eating my own cum ever since I'd shot my first load when I was 12. I loved the taste of my own cum. I figured I'd love the taste of Dad's cum if they were anything alike. But as much as I loved the taste of my own jizz, it had never tasted as good as it did from Dad's mouth! I swallowed the glob of manjuice and then began sucking on Dad's tongue for more of the sweet/salty flavor. Dad pulled away from the kiss and rolled over on the bed so that he was laying on his back. I rolled over so that my body was curled up next to his and my head was laying on his chest. His hand was stroking my head as my hand stroked across his muscular chest. I could smell his scent surrounding me and my cock was already starting to harden again. I moved my head around until my mouth was attached to his nipple, sucking on it and listening to him moan. I rose up and moved down the bed until I was laying between his spread legs. I looked up at him and he grinned and, linking his fingers together, put his hand behind his head. His cock was laying on his abs, throbbing with his heart beat. I slipped my hand around it and pulled it off his stomach and towards my mouth. I skinned down the foreskin and a heavier smell of smegma than mine was released. There was a large, creamy deposit of cock-cheese which Dad must have been building up for quite a few days. The raw, pungent odor of it was like an aphrodisiac to me! My cock boned beneath me and my mouth started watering. I knew I would be drooling all over myself in a few moments if I didn't get a taste of him. My tongue licked out and gathered some of the smegma. The pungent taste exploded on my tongue as the odor drifted up to my nose like incense rising. Incense to scent the worship of his magnificent man-stalk! I licked the rest of the smegma from under his hood and then laved the head of his cock with my tongue to gather the leaking cock-honey that was flowing from his piss-slit. His tasted like mine but stronger, more manly. Not as sweet, more robust in flavor, I licked at his man-honey until I feared that I would get him off and I wasn't ready for that yet! I wanted more smells, more tastes. I licked down his cock until my face was pressed against his furry sack. I snorted the powerful essence of his balls again and my tongue began to bathe his sack. This time, I moved lower, licking the back of his balls and that patch of skin between his balls and his ass. I was while I was doing this that my nose and my tongue became aware of something new. A different scent - darker, richer, raunchier and a different taste, tangier and darker. I suddenly realized that both had the same source - the trench of his ass! While I had stared at his magnificent butt every chance I got, I had never contemplated the scent or taste of it! I had, oftentimes while jacking-off, run my fingers through my own ass crack to gather the dark scents there and brought my fingers to my nose for further investigation but that had been the extent of my explorations. Now, I had this incredible need to become intimately familiar with Dad's ass! As if reading my mind, he reached down, hooked his hands under his knees and pulled them back until they were almost resting on his chest. This spread his ass trench open, raised it and presented it directly to me - fully and open! Before I knew it, my nose was moving up and down the trench, inhaling deeply the raw, pungent, raunchy odors of his butt! This was the most incredible thing that had ever happened to me! This discovery of my Dad's ass! I fell in love with the scents immediately and, that would have probably been enough to get me off, but then I had to taste it! I dragged my tongue up and down his crack, brushing against the sparse hairs there and tasting the muskiness of it. Sweat, musk, ass-juice - they all played a role in the taste that was rapidly becoming my favorite of all his body! Then my tongue found the smooth, pliant opening to his ass and I began to lick gently at it. I could now hear him moaning above me. "That's it, Kev! Eat my butt! Lick out my fuckin' ass!" he moaned his encouragement of my exploration. My tongue continued to lick at his hole and I could feel it softening and then slowly opening. I pressed the tip of my tongue to the opening and, suddenly, I felt my tongue begin to slide right into the hole! Before I knew it, my tongue was completely buried inside my Dad's asshole! I couldn't believe it! My tongue was inside his body and I was tasting the inner reaches of his ass! The taste was darker, richer, tangier and the smooth walls of the inside of his ass caressed my tongue as I began licking in and out, like I was fucking his ass with my tongue. "Ahh, Fuck! That's it! Tongue-fuck my butt, Kev! Eat out my hole! Damn! Fuck! Lick out my hole! Feed my butt your tongue!" Dad's head was thrashing from side to side as he moaned his approval of my actions. I didn't know what to do next, however. Where was I supposed to go from there? "If you want me to fuck you, you better get your face outa my ass or I'm gonna make you fuck me!" Dad groaned. I looked up immediately! Me? Fuck him?! Nah! Couldn't have heard right! "Don't look at me like that! Of course I get fucked! And if you think I'm gonna fuck you all the time and not get that nice poker of yours up my butt, you got another thought comin'!" Dad grinned at me. "Really?!" I asked. "You wanna climb on now?" he asked. I thought about it for a second. God! I'd love to know what it was like to fuck another guy! But! My dream was to have Dad fuck me. That's what I wanted first! "No. Can I fuck you after you fuck me?" I asked quietly, not really knowing the 'protocol' for such things. "You sure as fuck can! In fact, I'd love to have you fuck me afterwards!" Dad grinned. "So, you wanna get fucked now? I can't hold back much longer with all you been doing to me." "Yeah!" I exclaimed. "Lemme guess. You want me to do you missionary style, you on your back, so that you can watch me while I fuck you." Dad smiled. I was dumbfounded! How had he figured that out? "Well...yeah." I said, looking at him questioningly. "I'm not a mind reader. It's how most guys want their first fuck! Wanna see the guy who's takin' their cherry. 'Course it's the way I want to fuck you the first time. I want to see your face when I take you and make you mine." Dad said, his voice full of love and desire for me. "Come here." he said, holding out his arms to me. I moved up the bed until I was again wrapped in his arms and his mouth was pressed to mine. I noticed that he was very carefully licking all around and inside my mouth, tasting his own ass funk on me. I guess he likes it as much as I do! Then he rolled us over so that he was once again on top of me. He broke the kiss and moved down to where he was kneeling on the bed between my legs. He reached under my knees and the next thing I knew, I was rolled back almost bent double and my butt trench was spread open and up in the air where he could just lean over to get at it! I knew this hold from wrestling! I was very neatly 'pinned' to the bed. Of course, I never thought of this hold having sexual connotations before - well, not like this, anyway! Dad looked down at my butt-crack and his tongue came out and wetted his lips. His head moved down and I watched as he moved his nose up and down my trench, snorting deeply of my scent. "Ahh, Fuck! Yeah! I love the scent of male ass!" Dad moaned to himself as he gave me a very thorough going over with his nose. Then his tongue came out and he began to lick my ass! If I had not been pinned to the mattress, I would have come vertically off the bed with the intensity of feelings that this caused! I had some idea that my butt was sensitive - but not like this! I was thrashing on the bed and moaning like a cat in heat from what his mouth and tongue were doing to me! "Ahh! Fuck! Ohh, God! Fuck! Yeah! Eat my butt! Fuck me with your mouth! Eat me out!" I babbled as he continued to lick at my butt-trench and hole. Finally his lips locked to my hole and I could feel him gently sucking on it as his tongue began to push its way up inside me. This was so erotic! The feel of his rough tongue sliding against the smooth walls of my ass as his tongue became like a small cock, fucking my butt. "Yeah! Fuck me! Fuck my butt with your tongue! Eat me out!" I moaned some more. Dad looked down at me and I could tell by the twinkle in his eyes that he was truly enjoying driving me insane with lust! I could feel my hole relaxing and becoming looser all the time. I had, using my dildo, achieved great control over my ass muscles but never had they been on the receiving end of so much pleasure! "Please! Fuck me! Shove your fuckin' cock up my butt! Please!" I begged him. I was reduced to a wanton slut! All I knew is that I felt empty inside and the only thing that could fill me now was Dad's cock! He pulled his face out of my ass and let my legs drop back down on the bed. Then he got off the bed and I groaned in frustration! Where the fuck was he going?! He needed to get back in this bed and fuck my ass off! "I'm just gettin' lube, Kev!" Dad said, placating me and grinning at the same time. The son of a bitch knew what level of rut he'd taken me to! He knew how badly I wanted his cock up my chute! He opened a drawer in the dresser, rooted down under some underwear and came up with a bottle I well recognized - Astroglide! The same lube that I used when I shoved my dildo up my ass! Like father, like son! Dad got back on the bed and I pulled my own legs back, presenting my ass to him for lubing. He chuckled at my eagerness as he slathered my hole with lots of the slick liquid before dumping a large amount in his hand to lube up his monster cock. He easily slid two and then three fingers inside me. I saw him cock his head. He didn't expect it to be this easy! Once he got his cock in my butt, I'd show him a few things about muscle control! Dad leaned over so that he was again resting over me on his elbows. His cock was nosing into my crack and pressed right up against my hole. "Let go of your legs and wrap them around my waist, Kev." he said softly as he gently rained kisses all over my face. I did so, locking my ankles above the small of his back. I felt his hips snap forward and, with almost no resistance from my sphincter, the head of his cock popped into my ass. He stopped at that point, I guess to let my ass get used to his size - especially his width. "You don't have to wait. Just go ahead and bury your bone up my ass." I said quietly. He pushed his hips forward again and his cock slowly sunk deep into my ass. I could finally feel his pubes and his balls resting against my hole and I knew that I had everything inside me that he could give. He rested there, this time because he didn't want to cum too quickly. To see if I was right, I clenched my ass muscles down on his cock and he groaned loudly! "Fuck! Kev! Don't do that! I almost came! I want this to last!" he begged. I kind of chuckled to myself. I was inordinately pleased that my body could have such and effect on him! I wanted him to love this fuck more than any fuck he'd ever had in his life! I wanted that so he would know that I was all he ever needed and that he would always want to come back for more! "Oh, fuck! Kevin! You have the most incredible ass! It feels like it was made for my cock!" he groaned. "It was." I said quietly. "And you made it! Now, fill me with the cum that made me!" "Oh, Fuck!" he groaned. Maybe Dad didn't want to think of this as incest - but I did! I found the fact that this was my Dad who was fucking me, the man who fucked like this to make me, the guy who was gonna shoot my ass full of a load of the same cum that created me, to be incredibly sexually stimulating. And I could see from the added glint of lust in his eyes from my statement about 'the cum that made me', that Dad was feeling the stimulation as well! He slowly began to pull his cock from my ass. Just a few inches and then he slammed it back into me. Fuck! Did that feel good! His slow withdrawals and hard, slamming returns were evidence to me that this was a man who knew how to fuck ass! This is what I'd been waiting 18 years for! This is what I needed! A man who knew how to take me to the limits of my sexuality! A man who could really 'scratch' that 'itch' that had been inside me since I was 10 and started playing around with my asshole! A man who could bring me to the edge of sexual oblivion and hold me there! Within a short time, Dad was plowing my ass like a fucking pile-driver, pulling out almost all the way and then, with a snap of his hips, burying his bone all the way up my eager hole! Long- dicking me and then throwing in a few short jabs, our eyes locked on each other, watching the build up of our passion for each other. "Ahh! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck me! Pound that cock in my ass! Fuck me HARD!" I begged him! I sounded like a cheap slut but I didn't care! So much was going through me, the feelings, the sensations of finally being fucked by a man. Added to that was the fact that this was not just any man - this was the man I loved more than anyone else on the face of the earth! And, if that wasn't enough, this was my Dad! The man I wanted most to be like, the man who had brought me into this world and protected and cared for me all my life! Even if I had not been in love with him, I somehow felt that I owed this to him just for everything that he had been for me. But I did love him! Loved him in ways I was only just beginning to discover! But the biggest miracle of all was that he loved me! Not just as his son, but as his lover - his partner! That thought was too mind- boggling for me to deal with right then because something was happening that I never expected! For the first time in my life, but hopefully not the last, I was about to cum - but without ever touching my cock! Only the action of Dad's huge cock plowing my hole was bringing me to orgasm! I had no idea this was possible! I'd fucked myself hundreds of times with my dildo but never even came close to this happening! But it was! I could feel the tingle in my balls that told me that I had only seconds before my hot, white sperm was going to be shooting out of my hardon! "Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Fuck me!" I screamed. "Yeah! That's it! Cum for me! Cum for Daddy!" Dad yelled back as his hips picked up their rhythm and he was fucking me harder and faster! "Ahh, FUCK!!!" I screamed as my cock began to belch forth shot after shot of my cum. The first splatter landed over my head! The next few landed on my face and neck. Then my chest and my abs were coated with the warm, sticky liquid. Finally a few drops dribbled out of my cock. But that's not all that was happening. When I started to cum, this evidently triggered Dad as well! I suddenly felt him lose all rhythm and then slam his cock as deep in my hole as he could. His body tensed and then I could feel the twitching of his cock in my hole as he painted the insides of my intestines with all his hot 'Daddy-batter'. The grunts and groans that came from him let me know he not only got his nut but I could see from his face that it was clearly a very satisfying one! He collapsed on top of me, laying in the pools of cum on my chest and stomach. He began to lick up all of my cum from my face, neck and anywhere else his tongue could reach. Once he gathered them into his mouth, he then locked his mouth over mine and delivered my own cum, dripping from his mouth into mine. I loved when he did this and tightened my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck to tell him how much I loved it. He pulled back and rose up on his elbows again and looked down at me. His face was flushed and sweaty and he barely had his breath back but he was the most beautiful male on the face of the earth to me! "You are the greatest fuck I have ever had!" he said breathlessly. "Could that maybe have something to do with me being the first guy you've ever fucked that you were in love with?" I asked quietly, smiling at him. "It's got everything to do with that, Kev! I do love you! I love you more than life itself! But that doesn't change the fact that you have a really great ass!" he grinned. "Think it's good enough to be the only ass you ever fuck for the rest of your life?" I asked. "No, Kev. You are the man who is good enough to be the only one that I fuck for the rest of my life." he said, leaning down again and gently kissing me on the lips. I grinned at him. That's all I needed to know! "Do you think I'm good enough to keep you satisfied for all that time?" he asked quietly. "You just got me off without me touching myself! That has never happened to me before! I didn't even know it was possible!" I laughed and then I got serious. "You are the man I have loved all my life - the one that I wanted more than anybody else and the one I thought I could never have. Satisfied? No, Dad, way beyond 'satisfied'! Way beyond even my fondest dream." And saying this, I pulled on his neck, bringing his mouth back down to mine. Our mouths locked in a deeply passionate, deeply hungry kiss. I felt Dad's hand slide between us and begin gently stroking my cock which was still rock hard. It had never gone soft. "Does that thing ever go down?" he chuckled. "Not when you're this close to me! Not when I can smell your scent!" I grinned back. "Well, I'm too tired right now to fuck you again. I guess you're just gonna have to fuck me." he said grinning. "Oh, I can do that!" I grinned. "Yeah, well...you're gonna have to go slow. It's been a while since I had anything up my ass - especially something as big and thick as what you're sporting!" he smiled. "Trust me, Dad. It's like riding a bicycle. You never forget!" I grinned. He slowly slid his cock out of my butt and then moved down between my legs. He lifted them up and I wondered what he was doing. I got the answer very quickly! He locked his mouth to my butt and began to suck his load out of it! The feeling of his tongue soothing the raw opening to my ass was incredible! I was moaning and loving every minute of it! When he'd gotten all he could, he put my legs down and crawled back up my body. His mouth locked to mine again and he delivered some of his cum and my ass juices into my mouth! I loved it! It was about the hottest, raunchiest thing I'd ever experienced! "You ready to fuck me now?" he grinned, pulling his mouth from mine. "You bet!" I said. "This is gonna feel really different." he said, rolling off me and laying down on the bed face down. "How's that?" I asked. "This is gonna be the first time since high school that I'm gonna get fucked by a raw cock - no condom." he said. "Fuck! I forgot about that!" I said. "I'm not worried since you've never fucked anybody and the only guy who's fucked you is me. I know I'm clean. The Corps tests us every six months. But I can't begin to tell you how great it felt to put my cock into your butt and really feel it!" he said. "And that's how I'm gonna feel you." I said. "And as long as we stick to each other and don't fuck around, that's the way it can always be between us." Dad said. "I thought we'd already agreed to that?" I said, looking at him. "Yeah. We have. I'm just pointing out an advantage to being faithful to each other." Dad said. "If I ever get the desire to fuck somebody other than you, I'll let you know! Not that it's ever gonna happen!" I said. "That's not true, Kev. It will happen. It will happen to both of us. Just because you love somebody doesn't mean that you stop looking at other guys. And some of those guys are gonna be real attractive. It ain't got nothin' to do with what we feel for each other, Kev. It's just how guys are! Trust me. You wouldn't be a guy if it didn't happen to you. I'm just telling you that we can deal with it. Okay?" he asked. "Okay. I do trust you. I really don't want anyone else, though." I said. "Right now, you don't. Never is a very long time, Kev." he said. I knew in my heart that he was right. This was going to be an issue that we would eventually have to deal with but I knew in my heart that no one - no matter how attractive - could make me forget my vow to him. I loved him and that wasn't going to change. There was nothing and nobody who could come between us. "Hey! Don't get all fucked up over this. We may have to deal with it eventually, but not now. Okay?" Dad said. "Yeah. Okay." I said "Look, you've still got a hardon and I've got an ass waiting to be fucked by it. Think we can deal with here and now?" He grinned at me. I grinned back. "Yeah! I can deal with that!" I moved over and buried my face in his butt again. He spread his legs further to open himself up more and then reached back with both hands and grabbed his ass cheeks. His hole was spread nicely for me and I attacked it with my mouth. I licked at it and quickly had the point of my tongue moving into his hole, opening him up and 'tongue fucking' him to get him ready. He let go of one of his cheeks and when he brought his hand back in front of me, he had the bottle of Astroglide in it. "Grease me up and start working your fingers in me. When you've got three in there workin' real good, then you can fuck me." he said. That actually didn't take anytime at all! His butt opened up for my fingers really well and I was soon lubing his hole and my cock getting ready for my first 'piece of ass' - from my Dad! I rose up over him, skinned back my foreskin and put my cock head at the opening to his body. I was resting on my hands with my arms straight, ready to slide into him. "Just take it slow and steady until you're all the way in. Then just lay down on my back and let me get used to it. I'll tell you when to start fucking." Dad murmured. I pushed with my hips and my cock slowly sank into him. Fuck! He was so hot, tight and wet! It was like nothing my cock had ever felt before! I'm glad we waited until I had cum twice or I never would have been able to put my cock all the way in him without cumming! As it was, when I finally bottomed out in him and his chute was wrapped tight around my cock, it was all I could do to keep from losing my load right then! I lowered myself onto his back and just lay there. I could feel the hard muscles of his butt pressed into my hips. We fit together so perfectly! Anybody who says that butt-fucking is 'unnatural' has never done it! As I lay there, I kissed and licked his shoulders and the back of his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin. He moaned and wiggled his butt at this. I groaned and nearly lost my load from the movement of his butt! Slowly, I could feel his hole relaxing and opening up so it wasn't so tight around my cock. Finally he told me I could start fucking. I did what he had done to me. I started out slowly, just pulling a few inches of my cock back and then slamming forward into his hole. Oh, shit! It felt so fucking good! I wasn't sure how long I was going to be able to keep from cumming! I wanted to get him off the way he'd gotten me off but I didn't know if I could hold out that long! I began really stroking into him, pulling my cock out until only the flange of the head caught on the rim of his hole and then ramming it back in as hard as I could. He was moaning and carrying on under me, pushing his butt back to meet each of my thrusts as he groaned in pleasure. "Ahh, Fuck! Yeah! Fuck my ass! Fuck me, Kev! Ram your cock up your Dad's ass!" he moaned. I was pummeling his ass like a pile-driver and I could feel myself starting to go over the edge. I didn't want to cum but I didn't have any choice. I thought I could hold out a few minutes more when, all of a sudden, Dad's butt grabbed hold of my cock and started squeezing it while Dad was screaming! "Fuck! I'm cummin'! Ahh, FUCK!" he yelled out. That's all it took for me! I slammed into his butt one last time, burying my bone as far up his shit- chute as I could and felt my cock and balls pumping massive amounts of my jizz into his hole! I shot harder than I'd ever shot in my life! I was afraid one of my fuckin' balls was gonna blow out the end of my cock, I came so hard! Finally, I collapsed on Dad's back. We just lay there, a sweaty, aromatic lump of maleness - neither one of us able to move. My cock was still semi-hard and buried in his butt. I wanted to pull out because I really had to piss but I just couldn't get the energy to do so. "Fuck, you are good with that cock of yours!" Dad finally murmured. "Really?!" I asked. I mean, this was really good news! I didn't know if I was any good or not! "Fuck Really! Damn few guys have ever been able to get me off like that!" Dad said. "Well, I learned from the master, Sergeant!" I laughed. "Eww! That was an awful pun!" he groaned. I started to pull out and he grabbed my hips and pulled me right back into his ass. "Where the fuck do you think you're goin'?" he asked. "Dad, I gotta piss - really bad!" I said. "So, go ahead." he said. Now I was totally lost! What the fuck does that mean? "Go ahead and piss." he said quietly. "But...but...in your..." I fumbled. "Yes, in my ass. It's called a piss enema and I, for one, love them. I'll give you one later and you'll know why!" he said. "You're sure." I asked. "Yes! I'm fuckin' sure! Now piss!" he growled. "Okay." I said, not knowing if I could now but I was sure gonna try! I don't think I could have except I had to piss so bad my teeth were floating! I finally relaxed and then I felt my cock let go and all of my piss started gushing into Dad's butt. He moaned at the feeling. "Oh, Yeah! Fuck, yeah! Fill me with that hot piss! Fuck! That feels so good!" he groaned as I continued to fill him with my hot, golden liquid. I finally finished and then wondered what the fuck to do?! My cock was in his ass which was now full of my piss! I could just see the mess all over the bed! What the fuck do we do now? As if he could read my mind, Dad explained it to me. "You done?" he asked. "Yeah." I said. "Okay, I want you to pull your cock out REALLY SLOW! Then, once your out of me, run like hell and get in the bathtub on your back. Okay?" he asked. "Okay." I did as he told me to do. I pulled out really slow and I could feel his butt clamping down on my cock as I pulled it from his hole. His muscles clamped down so tight that not a drop spilled out! I ran from the bedroom and hopped into the tub. He was right behind me and when I lay down, he got into the tub with me, standing up, facing me, his feet at about my abs. He grinned down at me. "So you like pissin' on yourself, huh?" he grinned. "Yeah! I love it!" I said, grinning back. "Well then you ought to love this!" Dad grinned. And as he said this, he squatted down and all of my piss and cum started to shoot out of his ass onto my groin! The hot piss from his hot ass felt so fuckin' good on my cock and balls. I grinned up at him only to see him grab his cock and aim it right for my face! Before I even had time to react, a hot blast of his piss hit me right in the mouth! Then he was covering me with it! All over my head and face and down onto my chest. Dad was giving me a hot piss shower and I loved it! But this wasn't enough for me! I rose up and pushed my head between his legs until my mouth could reach his pissing cock. I opened my mouth and enclosed the head inside and began swallowing for all I was worth! His hot, golden piss tasted so good! Salty/sweet and so delicious as it poured down my throat. I was finally drinking my Dad's piss! Just the thought of it made my cock bone up again. Dad reached down and held my head to his cock as I drank. "That's it! Drink Daddy's piss! Drink down all that hot nasty piss! Next time, Daddy wants to drink yours!" he murmured to me. Ahh, Fuck! Just the thought of pissin' in my Dad's mouth was enough to almost have me cummin'! Dad looked down and saw that I was boned again and laughed. When I'd drank down all the piss he had to give me, he stood up, turned around and knelt down over me in the bathtub. He took my cock in his mouth, tasting my piss, cum and his own ass-chute and began sucking my cock. His dangled over my face and I pulled it down to my mouth and began to suck him. I could taste his cum and my ass juices on his cock from when he fucked me! I was lost to the taste! I found his cock going deeper and deeper into my mouth until it met the opening to my throat. His cock was leaking pre-cum and was making my mouth really slick with it. I tried to swallow some and just at that moment, he pushed down with his cock! Suddenly, I felt his cock begin to slide into my throat! No gagging this time! His cock began to stretch my throat as it went in as far as it could! My nose was pressed into his pubic hair and there was no more cock for me to swallow! I heard him groan around my cock which he easily swallowed down his very experienced throat! He pulled his cock back to allow me to breathe and then pushed it right back down my throat again! I had no trouble taking it again! We lay there for a long while, deep-throating each other's cock until Dad shot another load down my throat and I shot one down his! Dad stood up then and lay down beside me in the tub, taking me in his arms and kissing me deeply! I could taste my cum, my piss and my butt in his mouth and I'm sure he could taste his in mine! We both smelled like rutting animals who hadn't showered in a long time! I loved it! "I have never cum this many times in so short a time with anybody in my life." Dad said quietly to me. "I don't know if it's the fact that you are so fuckin' hot or it's just how fuckin' much I love you!" "Does it matter?" I smiled. "Not the least damned bit!" he grinned. "Think we ought to shower?" "Nope! I like us just the way we are!" I grinned. "Good enough for me! You hungry?" he asked. "Fuckin' starved!" I said. "Then lets go out to the kitchen and I'll make us something to eat." Dad said. He got up out of the tub and then held his hand down to help me out. We walked to the kitchen, naked, arm in arm. I knew that this was the start of something better than I could ever have wished for! THE END of SCENT OF A MAN If you liked the story and would like a listing of all my stories on NIFTY, write me at rimpigfl@yahoo.com Please consider making a donation to NIFTY to keep the site running and FREE! It's very easy through Pay-Pal. Thank you! RimPig