Date: Fri, 11 May 2018 21:10:58 -0400 From: lexnifty Subject: The Thirst For More, Chapter 3 This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents either are the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work contains material of a sexual nature. Readers must be of legal age according to local laws to open, read, copy, or save this work. The author in no way endorses sexual contact with minors. Please observe all local and federal laws. This is my second time submitting my writing and welcome any feedback. You can email me at lexnifty@protonmail.com. Apologies for any errors. All Rights Reserved Please donate to Nifty.Org (http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html) to keep our stories alive! "Payton? Bry? You guys home?" Marcos yells out from the bottom of the stairs. His flight had arrived a bit early and instead of bothering Bryan, he took an Uber. The house was surprisingly clean. Usually when he has Bryan watch Payton the house is a disaster. Still, no sign of either one of them. "Squirt?" He calls out again, thinking he heard a noise. It sounded like it was coming from the basement. As he approached the door leading downstairs, he heard grunting. Was Bryan fucking someone while his son was home? He pressed his ear closer to the door, hearing voices. "Come on, Payt. You can do it, buddy!" He could hear Bryan encouraging his son. "I can't Uncle Bry! It's too hard! It hurts!" Payton cries, out of breath. Marcos quickly descends the stairs, taking them two at a time. Was his best friend hurting Payton? No, Bryan is my best friend, he'd never do that to me or to Payton, he loves him, he thinks to himself. As he reaches the bottom of the stairs and rounds the corner, Marcos lets out a quiet sigh of relief. "Hey Marky! Tell your boy here he can do it!" Bryan says, greeting his best friend. The boy was laying shirtless on the bench press attempting to lift the bar, his uncle standing over him, spotting. Marcos feeling guilty for thinking anything inappropriate was going on, encourages his son. "Come on, Little Man. You can do it!" The boy lets out a final grunt, his body arches up, his crotch leading the way as he pushes the bar up to its resting place. Payton exhales loudly before sitting up and running towards his dad. "Hey, dad!" The boy cries out hugging his father tightly. "Hey, Little Man! I missed you. Did you behave for your Uncle Bry?" He looks down, eyeing his son. The boy looks over to Bryan, both of them grinning, before answering, "Yeah, dad! I always behave for Uncle Bry." Marcos was oblivious to the hidden message in his son's words. Hugging his son, he notices the boy stinks. As he inhales once more, the familiar scent of a gym locker room filled his nostrils. "Payton, buddy, I hate to say this, but you stink. Go upstairs and shower so we can get dinner," Marcos orders his son. The boy nods and walks upstairs, but before rounding the corner, he catches Bryan's eyes. The boy turns around and pulls down his shorts, exposing his perky ass to the man. Payton quickly pulls his shorts up before his dad turns around and winks at his uncle. Bryan laughs at the boy's daring antics before sitting on the workout bench, "You're back early. Why didn't you call me to come get you?" "I didn't want to bother you. I ask too much of you already with Payton," Marcos replies, "I know he can be a handful." "Oh dude, shut up! You're family. You know I love Payton. He was actually really good this weekend," Brian informs his best friend. Bryan gets up and starts to head upstairs, Marcos quickly following suit. Walking behind his friend, the ripe scent of man attacks Marcos's senses. It was a smell he never got used to, but a smell he associated with his best friend. "Dude, you fucking stink," Marcos laughs. "I just finished working out, asshole," Bryan responds laughing, If only Marcos knew how much his son loved my scent, Bryan thinks to himself. How the boy begged Bryan not to shower. The way he spent hours sniffing and licking at Bryan's sweaty, funky crotch. The kid is well on his way to becoming a full-fledged dick pig. Bryan heads up to Marcos's room and jumps in the shower quickly. The two had cleaned up the house earlier in the day before Marcos got home, so they would have more time to play around. The water washing off the sweat and stink he had accumulated over the weekend. "You joining us for dinner?" Marcos asks. Bryan walks out of the shower, towel draped loosely around his waist. The man reaches for his underwear on the bed, dropping the towel. Marcos doesn't flinch as he begins to unpack his suitcase. "Nah, man. I gotta get going. I have some shit to do," Bryan says as he finishes getting dressed. "Hey, thanks for watching Payt for me. Lemme give you some cash?" Marcos asks, causing Bryan to scoff. "Dude, how long have we been friends? You'd do the same for me if I had a kid," Bryan reminds him. "Yeah, I know! Thanks again," Marcos replies, glad to be back home. With everything Bryan exposed Payton to over the past weekend, Payton's hormones were running wild. Every chance he got, he walks in on Marcos changing, hoping to get a glimpse of the cock that made him. Marcos doesn't think much of it, he wasn't a prude and figured his little boy is just curious about his body. Well, until he caught him sniffing his dirty underwear. Being summer vacation, Payton was left alone to his own devices daily. Like most boys in the throes of puberty, a majority of his day was spent playing with his dick. The boy is jacking off no less than 5 times a day. It is always the same scenario, Payton reaches under his bed, pulls out Bryan's smelly underwear and socks, puts them on his face and go to town, never being able to last too long. On this particular day, Payton realizes the underwear and socks Bryan gifted him were starting to lose their intoxicating smell. He looks at the clock and notices he has about an hour before his dad would be home. Dad went to the gym the night before, so he has to have sweaty socks and underwear in his laundry basket, Payton thinks to himself. Payton jumps off the bed, his hard boy dick leading the way as he runs into his dad's room. He goes into his dad's walk-in closet where Marcos kept his dirty laundry and starts rummaging. His eyes light up as he lays them on a pair of red Hanes boxer briefs. The boy didn't even have to bring them to his nose to smell them. The smell of male sweat is strong. Payton's pre-teen dick starts to leak profusely as he brings the dirty underwear to his nose. The musky scent of his father filling his nostrils. He inhales deeply taking it all in. He pulls the underwear away from his face, not wanting to cum yet and notices a few stray pubes. The boy, so enthralled in his pleasure, doesn't hear the front door open and close. Marcos walks in and calls out for his son but gets no response. He figures the boy must be outside playing or napping. Marcos climbs the stairs and looks in Payton's room, but no sign of his boy. He enters his room and sets down his briefcase but notices the closet door is ajar. "Payton?" He asks, opening the door to his closet and his mouth drops. "DAD! Dad, what are you doing home?" Payton asks, trying his best to hide his father's underwear and crosses his legs in an attempt to cover his naked body. It was no use, Marcos had caught him sniffing his dirty underwear, dick in hand on the verge of orgasm. The boy was bright red and on the verge of tears. Frozen in place, the boy's head drops awaiting the verbal lashing his dad is about to unleash on him. "Payton what the fuck are you doing!? Were you sniffing my fucking underwear?!" Marcos yells at his son, a look of disgust on his face. Marcos was confused at seeing his son on the floor sniffing his underwear like a dirty whore. He had worn that specific pair to the gym, so he knew they stunk. What the hell was the boy doing smelling them, he asked himself. It looked like he was enjoying it. "Dad. It's not what it looks like! I was going to surprise you and do laundry, so you didn't have to, and I wasn't sure what was clean and what was dirty, so I was smelling it. Then I just got horny and I knew you weren't going to be home, so I just started jacking off in your closet. I'm sorry, dad!" Payton says, lying through his teeth, praying his father would buy it. "Go to your room, Payton," Marcos says calmly. "Yes, sir," Payton replies crying, quickly picking himself off the ground, running to his room. The boy paced back and forth afraid his dad would come in at any second and beat him, but he never came. After a few minutes Payton heard the front door open and close, followed by a car leaving. "Dad?" Payton calls out, sticking his head out the door. No response. The boy calls out a few more times before running downstairs and looking out the window to see his dad's car gone. His heart was racing even more, confused and scared. The boy quickly runs upstairs and lies in bed, wishing he could rewind time and stop this from happening. Marcos got in his car and called his best friend. He knew exactly what his son was doing in the closet and didn't buy the boy's lie for a second. He knew there were people out there that were into sniffing dirty underwear thanks to his best friend Bryan. Bryan never held back any detail of the kinky shit he was into. "Marky? What's up, dude?" Bryan asks, picking up the phone. "You busy? I'm on my way to your place. I... umm... I have... I need someone to talk to," Marcos replies, unable to fully form a proper sentence. "Yeah, of course, man. You alright?" Bryan asks a bit worried. "No. I'll see you in a bit. I'm down the street," Marcos replies and hangs up the phone. Minutes later, Marcos sees his best friend standing in his driveway waiting for him. Marcos gets out of the car and beelines for the front door. Bryan could tell something was bothering him. "Dude, you look like hell. Are you ok?" Bryan asks, shutting the door behind them and handing his best friend a bottle of water. "You got anything stronger?" Marcos asks and Bryan eyes him curiously. "Dude, you're starting to freak me out. Did something happen at work?" Bryan asks, handing him a whiskey on the rocks. "I came home a bit early thinking I'd spend time with Payton and maybe hit the gym with him. Well, when I get there, I catch him naked beating off with my underwear in his face!" Marcos says, slamming his drink. 'Fuck, man. I'm sorry. I am sure that's not a sight any father wants to see, but are you sure he was sniffing your underwear?" Bryan asks, trying to be sympathetic. In reality, Bryan was turned on by the boldness of the boy. He really turned him into a horny little fuck. He could picture the boy with his dad's underwear pressed against his face, inhaling, furiously beating his little boy dick. "Yes, dude! He didn't even hear me yelling for him. He was going to fucking town on himself. He's only 11, the fuck is he doing getting into that nasty shit, no offense," Marcos says to his best friend. "None taken. Look man, maybe you should talk to Payton. He's not a little boy anymore. He is probably just going through puberty and experimenting. Don't you remember we used to sniff Kevin's sister's panties when we were younger?" Bryan reminds him. "I know man, but those were girl's panties. He was sniffing MINE! You know I don't give a damn if he were to be gay, you know that. However, I don't want the kid perving on me," Marcos rants. "Kid? He's your son, Marc. If Payton is gay he needs your support not your judgment. Plus, don't flatter yourself, even if he was gay it doesn't mean he'd be into you. Look at us, I have always been gay, and I never had a crush on your ugly ass," Bryan laughs, lightening the mood. "Yeah, I guess you're right! See this is why I keep your ass around! Honestly though, has he said anything to you?" Marcos asks, eyeing his friend. "No, but if he had, that's not something I would tell you. It's his business if he wants to tell you. It's not my secret to tell. Just be patient. Payton is a good kid, he'll come to you when he's ready." "You're right! I just never pictured him being gay and then there he is sniffing my rank underwear," Marcos laughs. "Well, you didn't think I was gay either. We aren't all stereotypical fags. Not all of us prance around with rainbow flags and assless chaps. Some guys are into that kind of thing, the underwear sniffing that is and if he was sniffing yours it's probably because it's all he has access to. Seriously go talk to your son. You're making a big deal out of nothing," Bryan encourages his friend. Marcos felt a lot better after his talk and starts walking to the door, "You're right. Thanks, buddy! I really owe you!" "Yeah, you do!" Bryan calls out, waving at his friend. The entire drive home, Marcos goes over the conversation he wants to have with Payton in his head over and over. At home, Payton got a call from Bryan, giving him a heads up that his dad was on his way. "You dirty, little fucker! You got yourself caught, huh?" Bryan says over the phone. "Uncle Bryan, it's not funny. You should have seen dad's face. He looked like he was gonna throw up. Is he gonna kick me out?! I'm so stupid!!" The boy cries. "Oh, chill out, drama queen. You wanted to be a little perv and you got caught. Now man up and face the consequences. You know your dad isn't going to kick you out, he loves you. However, next time you wanna go rummaging through his things, go to your room and lock the door," Bryan tells him, shaking his head. "Yeah, I know! I gotta go, dad's here!" Payton says nervously. The boy hangs up the phone hearing his dad's car in the driveway. He hears the door open and almost immediately his dad's deep, booming voice is calling for him. "Payton Antonio, come downstairs!" The man calls for his son. "Shit! I'm in trouble," Payton thinks to himself. His dad only called him by his first and middle name when he was upset with him. He lets out an audible gulp and heads downstairs. His head is hanging low as he descends the stairs, his father in the living room waiting for him. "Yes, dad?" Payton says, awaiting further instruction. "Sit down, son," Marcos says, his voice a lot softer now. Marcos notices Payton's shoulders drop, letting out a sigh of relief. He chuckles to himself knowing that the boy was worried. Payton was a good kid, so it was rare he was ever in trouble. However, Marcos needed to have a serious conversation with the boy. "Look, Payton, I don't know what you were doing in my closet and to be honest with you, I'd like to keep it that way. However, I need to know why? Are you gay, son?" Marcos asks, looking at his boy. Payton can't reply, his voice is caught in his throat, his eyes fill up with tears. Every time he opens his mouth to reply, nothing comes out. He starts to sob, thinking he has disappointed his dad. His father, his hero, was the epitome of masculinity and now he had an underwear sniffing faggot for a son. "I'm sorry, daddy! I'm so sorry! I didn't choose to be like this! I dunno why I am, but I am! I'm gay, dad. I will go and get my stuff and get out of your house," Payton sobs uncontrollably. Marcos heart breaks hearing his baby boy's words and leans over and takes the boy in his arms. He holds him tight, hoping the hug reassures the boy of his love for him. He never expected his son to tell him he was gay, but it didn't change the way he felt for him. He sheds a few tears also; he is worried for his son. Being gay is a lot more acceptable than it used to be, but not everyone is going to be tolerant. He is already overprotective as it is, now, he's going to have to be even more vigilant. "Little man, I don't care if you're gay, and I'm not letting you go anywhere. I love you and there is nothing wrong with being who you are, Payton. I am very proud of you for being brave enough to tell me. However, that doesn't excuse what you were doing with my un... things. I know you were probably just curious, but you're still too young to be thinking about sex," Marcos says, his son's sobbing subsiding. "I know you think I am young dad, but I have been jerki... masturbating for a while now and I can even shoot sperm. I even have a few pubes now," the boy says proudly, wanting to use the proper words so his dad knew he wasn't too young. The boy gets off the couch and pulls down the front of his shorts, showing off his barely visible pubes, "See dad, I'm not too young to be masturbating." Marcos blushed seeing his boy pulling down his shorts and exposing his pubic hair and dick, he also felt a sense of pride. He had been a late bloomer, so he was proud of his son sprouting his first pubes and being able to shoot cum at 11. "Payton, pull your pants up. See, you doing that shows me you're way too young to be doing it. However, I know if I tell you not to it will only encourage you to do it more. There's nothing wrong with masturbating, all guys do it, however, most do it in the privacy of their own room," Marcos scolds the boy. "I'm sorry. I just thought you would be proud of me. I am becoming a man, dad, like you! I hope one day I am as big, hairy, and strong as you!" Payton beams, hugging his dad tightly. Marcos was on cloud nine hearing his son's admiration, "Son, I am proud of you always. Have you told anyone else?" Payton nods, "I told Uncle Bryan, because he's gay. He told me you wouldn't be upset, but I was still scared you would hate me. I made him promise he wouldn't tell you. I was going to tell you when I was ready but then I screwed up." After ensuring everything was good between them, he texts his best friend to thank him for being there for his son. If only Marcos knew his best friend had spent all weekend making his pride and joy a slutty, cock-worshiping pig. He had his prized possession on his knees begging for dick, begging to be fed cum, and even begging to be pissed on. Over the next few years, Marcos enrolled Payton in his gym. He didn't want his son to be bullied for being gay, so he and Bryan started training him at the gym and even enrolled him in a few kickboxing classes so that he knew how to defend himself if he ever needed to. Payton was loving how his body was changing. Gone was his boyish, scrawny body. In its place, pecs and abs were beginning to appear, his biceps and butt also getting bigger, much to the boy's delight. He and Bryan were still getting together anytime his dad was out of town. A week before Payton's 14th birthday, Marcos is called out of town leaving the boy with Bryan. Payton can hardly contain his excitement when his dad told him. The boy has been under a dry spell and was desperately in need of a dick in his throat. With his father gone and his uncle on his way, Payton got undressed and waited in his dad's room, kneeling, hands behind his back. He heard the unmistakable sound of his uncle's truck. His boy dick, now a solid 6 inches, rock hard and drooling with excitement. The man chuckles as he finds his nephew kneeling on the floor in anticipation. He hadn't showered in two days, wanting to be ripe for his boy. As soon as he entered, he kicks off his work boots, the room starting to stink the glorious scent the boy had grown to love. He lets out a low moan, looking up at his uncle, eyes full of lust. He immediately drops his head and starts sniffing and kissing his uncle's sock clad feet. The socks were a bit wet from sweat, the boy greedily gnawed at them wanting to taste his uncle's salty sweat and funk. "You're horny today, aren't you, squirt?!" Bryan asks, the boy nods but doesn't let up. Bryan grabs the boy by the hair and stands him up, his stench covering the boy's face. He grabs the teen's face and guides him to his musky, spicy pits. The boy is in heaven, he starts to shake, holding onto his uncle's muscular, sweaty body as he starts to cum just from smelling his uncle. "Sorry, it's been a while. I need it bad, Uncle Bry! I want you to claim my ass, I need you to fuck me! Make me your bitch, please!!" AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well there you have it Chapter 3. I apologize it has taken me some time to update the story, but hopefully it was worth the wait. I know I said this would be a 4-5-chapter story, but I might add another chapter or two. I am sure none of you would object! I appreciate all the positive feedback and constructive criticism I have received, thank you! Please continue to provide me with suggestions and thoughts on the story! As much as I am the writer, I am often inspired by the readers! Feel free to check out my other story on Nifty, My Little Brother, The Slut under the Adult/Youth section. Oh, and don't forget to donate to Nifty, if you're able! -Lex lexnifty@protonmail.com