Date: Sun, 14 May 2017 14:24:45 -0700 From: Butt Sniffer Subject: Becoming Dad's Kink Buddy Chapter 1 (Urination, Incest) This story depicts acts of a homosexual nature and includes frank descriptions of piss, raunch and scat. If you are under age or offended by this type of behavior, please do not read any further. If you like the story, please send me an email: buttsniffer777@gmail.com ------------------------------------------------------------- *Becoming Dad's Kink Buddy* By Butt Sniffer777 Chapter 1. Jeff was home from junior high after a good day. He didn't have much homework to do, but he'd dug into it as soon as he got home so that he could be ready for his favorite part of the day. Once homework was out of the way, he went into his parents' bedroom to watch TV and wait for his dad to get home from the office. Jeff loved to be with his father, and they had fallen into a pattern over the last few years where he'd hang out in the bedroom while his dad got out of his work clothes, then they'd watch TV, reclining next to each other and quietly chatting about the events of the day until it was dinnertime. Jeff worshipped his pop. Rob was a handsome, muscular man with a gentle, masculine demeanor. He was in his early 40's and had a dark, heavy beard matched with a chest covered in black, soft hair and with furry legs to match. He always stripped down to his underwear after work, and Jeff was obsessed with watching his father when he was in his white bikini briefs. He'd never seen his dad completely naked, but the outline of his dad's heavy endowment and the way it filled out his skivvies and shifted back and forth as Rob walked about the room was the stuff of Jeff's nightly fantasies. Jeff was fascinated by the way the thick trail of hair on the inner back of his dad's legs disappeared upward into those white briefs. He didn't understand or even have a name for his attraction yet, but thoughts of his handsome sire filled Jeff's pubescent mind with a seemingly endless supply of fantasies and scenarios which he replayed over and over every night in bed. The pre-game show for tonight's basketball game was playing softly on the TV when Jeff heard his dad walking down the hallway from the front of the house. His mother was an obsessive reader of crime novels, and most of the time she shut herself away in the den at the opposite end of the house to enjoy her cigarettes and her paperbacks, leaving the males of the house to their own devices. Jeff was greeted with a big smile and "Hey, Sport - how was your day?" as his father appeared at the doorway to the bedroom. Jeff felt the familiar tingle of love and desire in his chest as he raced off the bed to be enveloped in his dad's tight embrace and receive a kiss on the forehead. He loved this moment, feeling his dad's arms around him and taking in the amazing scent of the man who brought him into this world. Rob had an addictive smell - very strong, unapologetic and masculine. Jeff didn't know about pheromones yet; he only knew that he could sniff the air around his father for hours and never get tired of it. "You have the game on, Sport? Good deal. Let your old man get a bit more comfortable, OK?" "Sure thing, Pop." As unobtrusively as possible, Jeff took in one more deep whiff of the heady, dank smell of his dad's pit that was just inches away from his nose before Rob released him back to his spot on the bed while his father stripped down to his underwear. Jeff especially craved this moment, as his dad was occupied with getting undressed and Jeff could pretty much stare right at him with very little risk of being caught doing it. He used these opportunities to etch every tiny detail to memory so that he could replay them later as he jacked off in bed at night. The way his father's underwear hugged every curve of his wide, muscular ass, the crease of the briefs caught deep in his father's trench. The black hair of his legs set off by the white of his underwear. The discolored stains that occasionally showed near his dad's bulge where the fabric had caught the last drops of urine when Rob had pissed sometime during the day. Jeff even had a game he played with himself taking bets on whether his dad had his underwear on inside out or not. Most of the time his dad had them on the right way, but sometimes Jeff would see the tag on the outside and he conjured up a mental picture of his dad rushing to get dressed in the morning, tucking his heavy genitals into the inside-out fabric before rushing out the door to the office. All of these observations, along with the memory of his father's strong scent fueled his jack-off fantasies as Jeff drifted off to sleep at night. Jeff didn't completely understand what was going on, but he was a boy obsessed. Rob kept up small talk with his boy while he had his back to the bed as he stripped down, allowing Jeff to keep his eyes focused on his beautiful father. His father was only a few feet away from Jeff, near the closet. As the pants came down, he noted that the tag was on the inside of Pop's undies today. Rob bent forward, letting his pants hit the floor, and Jeff's eye noted a bit of darkness on the seat of his dad's underwear. He just caught the briefest of glimpses, but he felt his heart race as his father straightened up and whatever it was disappeared from view. The boy watched his father reach and grab his crotch to scratch his nuts briefly before he bent over to pick up his clothes from the floor and transport them to the hamper. This time Jeff was ready as his dad bent down and the seat of his briefs came into view. Jeff's eyes were focused like laser beams on that most private of spots between his dad's thick legs as Rob doubled over and reached down to gather clothing. Sure enough, there it was - a streak of dark, chocolate brown showing through the cloth, about two inches long and fading to a lighter shade around the edges. His father's fresh skidmark, pressed into his ripe shithole as his voluptuous, wide ass was in on display. Jeff was paralyzed - part of him could hear the TV playing softly, but it was as if the TV was in another room, so faint as to be barely noticeable. It was as if everything had stopped and nothing else existed save for that stain on white fabric, the sign of his father's shit rubbed into the cotton cloth trapped between his father's magnificent ass cheeks. He was transfixed. The boy had never given a moment's notice to a skidmark before in his life, but in the space of ten seconds that his father spent bent over with his ass less than five feet from his son's unwavering gaze Jeff's world changed. Without being aware, he gasped at the sight. His father heard the intake of air and turned to Jeff as he straightened up holding his clothes. Jeff hurried to look back at the TV before his father caught him, averting his gaze just as his father looked at him. He didn't think he'd been caught, but he could feel the color rise in his cheeks as his mind raced at all that he had taken in in those short few seconds. "Something wrong, Jeff?", his father asked as he turned, one arm holding his clothing. Embarrassed, the boy mumbled out some answer about what was playing on TV, too self-conscious to meet his dad's gaze. Rob paused a moment to stare at his son briefly before turning to take his clothes to the hamper. As he headed to the bathroom, Jeff saw his dad reach back with one hand and scratch his crack, driving the cloth of his briefs up into the cleft of his ass. Jeff didn't have a clear view of the bathroom from his spot on the bed but he could hear his father depositing the pile of clothes in the hamper followed shortly by the splash of water as his dad took a piss. Rob came back to the bed and joined his son to watch TV just as the game was getting started. Jeff could see a fresh wet spot on his dad's underwear as he climbed onto the bed. They were both quiet as the TV glowed in front of them, but Jeff was anything but calm as he reclined next to his father. His mind raced with a jumble of images - his father's beautiful, hairy body, Jeff's imagined image of the hair of his dad's legs continuing up into the crack of his ass where he knew his father's most intimate place was - the hole that had deposited the magnificent, dark brown stain he had just glimpsed. Out of the corner of his eye he could see his father's bulge between his legs, the dark wet spot partially hidden by Rob's leg as he lay with one knee raised. The boy was close enough to smell his father's magnificent scent. He fancied that he could even detect an odor of his father's shit coming from that secret place, but he didn't know if he was really smelling anything or if it was just his imagination conjuring it up. Jeff made it through the evening, having a quick bite of dinner and heading to bed shortly thereafter. His bedroom was in the basement, away from his parents' room upstairs. He was thankful for that as he jacked off over and over, cumming several times as he replayed images of his father bent over, the magnificent globes of his large ass framing the streak of brown shit stain. Finally spent, he drifted off to sleep. The next morning Jeff came up for breakfast. His mother was in the kitchen. "Hello, honey - grab some breakfast and don't be late for school. Dad had to head to the office early. I'll be in the den; poke your head in before you leave, OK?" "Sure thing, Mom.", Jeff answered as his mother headed out of the kitchen with cigarettes and paperback in hand. As soon as he heard the door close in the den, Jeff quietly made his way down the hall to his parents' room. He had to see that underwear up close. As soon as he entered the bathroom he saw his dad's bikini briefs peeking out, hanging over the edge of the hamper. Jackpot! With heart racing, he lifted the lid and picked up the underwear. Turning them over in his trembling hand, the piss-stained pouch was revealed, several spots of dried yellow dotting the fabric. He knew what he most wanted to see, but Jeff forced himself to focus on the piss. Without really thinking about it, he slowly brought the pouch up and touched his tongue to the biggest stain. He could taste the tangy, acrid flavor of his father's urine, and his cock shot up to full erection. He didn't know what to expect, but he knew immediately that he loved the taste. His tongue was on the actual piss from his father's bladder that he'd heard being released last night as he lay on the bed just a few feet away. He was dumbfounded at his discovery of this nasty delight. He licked and licked the piss stains, extracting every bit of the new flavor that he could. But he knew what he most wanted to see, and he couldn't wait any longer. Slowly turning the soiled underwear over, there it was in his hand. His handsome father's shit stain. It was just as his mind had remembered it, a smear of dark brown on the cotton fabric. He almost dropped the briefs he was so nervous and so turned on. He stared at the stain up close for awhile, studying every detail before opening his father's drawers to see the inside. He could see long, curly black pubic hairs caught in the fly alongside the piss stains, freshly reconstituted by his spit and sucking. Finally, the seat of his dad's skivvies came into view. The smear of dried shit lay revealed - Jeff couldn't believe what he was seeing. It was even thicker and darker on the inside, with small bits of crap creating texture in the stain. More long pubic hairs were stuck in the shit, held there as if glued on. Even the pubic hairs had flecks of shit stuck to them. As if compelled, Jeff brought the shit stain to his nose. His brain exploded at the smell, a mixture of his father's scent that Jeff knew and loved so much, but much darker and danker, mixed in with the concentrated smell of turd. He thought he would want to puke when he smelled his dad's shit, but he was surprised to find just the opposite. He couldn't believe the richness of the shit smell - complex and overpowering. His young dick got even harder as he huffed another human being's crap fumes for the first time, taking in long inhalations of his father's most intimate smell over and over, getting high on the scent of his father's fresh dump. Jeff was just about to stick out his tongue to taste the stain when he heard his mom call from the other end of the house. "Jeff, are you still here? You're going to be late for school." Shit! he was so lost in his twisted explorations that he hadn't even noticed the time. He quickly tossed the filthy underwear back in the hamper while yelling back, "I'm just leaving, Mom - gotta run!" "Have a good day, dear", his mother called as he raced down the hall, grabbed his backpack and hot-footed it all the way to school.