Date: Fri, 21 Mar 2003 20:15:38 -0800 (PST)
From: rimpigfl <rimpigfl@yahoo.com>
Subject: DAD'S DIRTY LITTLE BOY

Disclaimer: This is just a story. It is out of my dirty and perverted
imagination. I guess, in some ways, it's 'wish fulfillment' because I
really wish I'd had a Dad like the one in this story and we'd done these
kind of things. But that wasn't my luck.

Anyway, if you don't like stories about boys and their Dad's having sex,
then what the fuck are you reading here for? And if the government where
you live thinks it has the right to tell you what you can read and what you
can't - fucking move someplace else!

This story is dedicated to: Jesse Fonda because I love him.

DAD'S DIRTY LITTLE BOY
by RimPig (c) 2003

I guess I was about 8 years old at the time. I was still living with both
my parents but it wasn't too long until they got divorced. I figured it was
going to happen. I'd seen it happen to Tommy and Brian's parents who lived
down the street. Their parents would fight all the time and one day their
Dad left and never came back. Now they live with just their Mom and their
not real happy about it. They really miss their Dad. I do too, in a
way. Their Dad was a real nice guy who used to play ball with us and coach
our Little League team.

That's what scared me so. My Mom and Dad fought all the time too. Just like
Tommy and Brian's Mom and Dad. I was so scared that Dad was going to
leave. I guess it started getting to me because I found myself pulling more
and more away from my Mom because, as far as I could see, she was the one
who started all the fights. Dad wasn't good enough, he didn't make enough
money, he didn't do this, he didn't do that - Christ! - she was on my Dad's
back almost 24/7!

It started getting me mad so I started getting even. When she's tell me to
do something, I'd either ignore her or tell her I wasn't going to do
it. Then she'd really start screaming, but I didn't care.  At least she was
screaming at me and not my Dad! If her screaming got to be too much, I'd
just walk out the door and disappear for a while, waiting for my Dad to get
home. Mom would tell him what I did or didn't do and then he'd take me out
in the garage. He was supposed to punish me, actually he was supposed to
spank me, but he never did. We'd sit out there and talk about what I did
and why I did it. I finally told him one night all about how I felt when I
saw Mom yelling at him all the time. He understood but said that it wasn't
right for me to try and get even with her. I agreed that I would try not to
be so defiant to her.

"But Mom doesn't want me." I said quietly, the pain of this going through
me like a knife.

"What on earth makes you think that?" Dad said, the shock showing on his
face.

"She said it. I heard her." I said, tears starting to fill my eyes.

"When?" Dad asked and I could see he was starting to get mad.

"I heard her on the phone one day with one of her girlfriends. She said
that she never wanted to have kids and the only reason she had me was to
shut you up. She said that you were the one who wanted kids and that she
would be just as happy without them." I said, tears now running down my
face.

Dad look down at me and saw the tears. He quickly grabbed me up in his arms
and held me.

"It's ok, Sport. I understand. You didn't need to hear that. I'm sure she
didn't mean it. She was probably just mad about something. Anyway, you know
I love you, don't you?" he asked.

"Yes, Dad. And I love you." I said, putting my arms around his neck.

It felt so good in his arms. I could smell him and I felt so safe and warm
when he held me.

"Now you just forget about what you heard. It's not true. Your Mom does
love you in her own way." Dad said.

But I didn't forget. I'd never been close to my Mom. I always got the
feeling that she really didn't want me around. It was always Dad who would
come and tuck me in at night and tell me stories or sit on my bed and talk
to me until I went to sleep. Never Mom. Mom didn't hug or kiss me either. I
don't ever remember a time that she did. I would see my friend's Moms
kissing or hugging them. They always acted like they hated it when their
Moms did that, but I was jealous because mine never did. I tried to be
good, tried to get Mom to like me, but I just never seemed to get it right.

There was one thing that I especially had trouble with. That was taking
baths. I guess I was the typical 8 year old boy. Getting dirty didn't
bother me at all. In fact, I kind of liked it. So I just couldn't see the
use in baths. Besides, my favorite time with my Dad was when he just came
home. Dad worked construction so he was always sweaty. He smelled awesome
to me! I learned that the smell of sweat and funk was the smell of a man!
And I loved that smell! So if I could smell something like him, I didn't
want to take no bath to take that smell away!

It was a fight between me and Mom every night to try and get me in the
tub. I really fought it.  Finally, in exasperation, Mom yelled for my Dad
to make me take a bath. Dad tried to reason with her. He told her that all
little boys are like that. It's just a stage that they go through and grow
out of. My Mom wouldn't hear it. She just told him that she was giving up
and from now on, bath- time was his problem! If he understood boys so well,
he could make sure I got my bath. And then she flounced out of the bathroom
and slammed the door, leaving my Dad and me alone in there. I looked at Dad
and he looked at me and we both broke up laughing! Mom's exit from the
bathroom was the funniest thing I'd ever seen and I guess Dad thought it
was pretty funny, too.  He shushed me, though, so Mom couldn't hear us.

"Shh! Don't let your Mom hear you or there'll be hell to pay, boy! She'll
come back in here and start screamin' at both of us!" he grinned.

"Ok, Dad." I said, putting my hands over my mouth but still giggling a
little.

"Now, look, son, I know you don't like takin' baths. I didn't either when I
was your age. I guess I wouldn't take one everyday now except you're Mom
would be on my back for that as well. So, how about this, rather than you
take a bath every day, why don't you take a shower out in the garage with
me. Then your Mom can't say nothin' cause you're gettin' clean once a
day. How about it?" he asked.

My mind whirled. We had this big garage attached to the house which had
Dad's workbench and all his woodworking tools (Dad was a carpenter) and
over in the corner, Dad had this open shower and a toilet. Dad would strip
down and shower every day when he got home before he went in the house
because otherwise Mom would scream at him about how dirty and smelly he
was. Me, like I said, I loved the smell of my Dad when he came home from
work. But Mom was a girl and girls are weird about smells and dirt and
stuff.

I often waited for Dad to come home and I would hang around while he
showered, talking to him.  What I was really doing is checking him out
while he was naked. I loved looking at my Dad's body. He had lots of
muscles and he was hairy! He had hair all over his chest, his belly and
down his legs and arms. The thickest patch of hair, though, was around his
long thick cock. I was fascinated with my Dad's cock. It was way bigger and
longer than mine. The only thing we had in common was that we both had long
fore-skin covering the heads of our cocks and hanging down about an inch
beyond. Dad had explained to me a few months ago that we were both 'uncut'
and that other guys didn't have that skin around the heads of their
cocks. He also showed me how to pull the skin back and wash under it to
keep from getting diseases.

I remember the day he did that because when he pulled back the hood of his
dick, all of a sudden this smell was all around me. It was like nothing I'd
ever smelled before. It was a very hot, very male smell and I loved it
immediately. Dad noticed me sniffing and he said that was 'smegma', the
white stuff that built up under the hood of his cock. He put some on his
finger and brought it to my nose to sniff. I was in heaven! I remember my
little boy-cock sprang the hardest wood I'd ever sprung in my life! I
wanted to reach out my tongue and taste it, but I didn't know how Dad would
deal with that, so I didn't.

Now the idea of taking showers with my Dad was giving me the same kind of
boner that smelling his smegma had. This was the greatest idea that Dad
ever had, as far as I was concerned. I'd gladly get clean every day as long
as I got to get clean with him.

I had all these feelings that I didn't understand at the time. I knew I
really like looking at my Dad naked. But I wanted more than that. I wanted
to touch him and I wanted him to touch me. I just didn't know how and I
didn't know what the feelings meant. It was something that I wanted to talk
to my Dad about but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I was afraid
that he'd get mad at me. I don't know why I thought that, I just did.

Anyway, we walked out of the bathroom and my Dad announced his plan to my
Mom. I got the feeling that she didn't like the fact that Dad had solved
the problem so easily when she couldn't.

"Well, of course! He'll do ANYTHING for you!" she huffed and pranced off to
their bedroom and slammed the door.

Dad just stood there shaking his head for a few moments. I could tell he
really was in a lot of pain over the way she was treating him. I moved
close and put my arms around my Dad's waist and gave him a hug. Dad reached
down and ran his fingers through my hair and gave me this real sad
smile. He squatted down to where I could get my arms around his neck and
then he reached around me with his arms under my butt and lifted me like I
weighed nothing. It had been a long time since I had been in my Dad's arms
like this and I was loving it. So was my cock because I had a boner almost
immediately and it was pressing against Dad. I guess he didn't notice or
didn't want to say anything. Instead he kissed me real gently on the cheek.

"You're my boy, aren't you?" he said, real low and soft.

"Yeah, Dad. You know I am! I love you!" I swore to him.

He smiled again.

"You wanna go take that shower now?" he asked.

"You gonna shower with me?"

"Sure, If you want me to." he answered.

"Yepper!" I exclaimed.

Dad laughed at this and carried me out to the garage.

I watched while my Dad stripped off his clothes. This was always exciting
for me, watching as each part of his naked, hairy body was revealed. Like I
said, I loved looking at my Dad's body. I just wish I could touch
it. Finally Dad took off his jeans. He usually didn't wear anything under
them. He was standing there naked and I was mesmerized by his cock, hanging
there soft and long, surrounded by all that dark hair. Dad must have
noticed where I was staring because he reached down and very casually
tugged on his dick and then scratched his balls.

"Aren't you gonna get undressed there, Sport?" I heard Dad's voice.

 I looked up and he was staring at me with a funny little smile on his face
while he continued to gently scratch his balls. I realized that he couldn't
have missed the fact that I was staring at his cock and I got red in the
face. I started taking my clothes off and it wasn't until I was about to
take off my briefs that I noticed that I had a boner. I didn't know what
Dad was going to think about my dick being so hard, but there was no chance
that I was gonna be able to make it go down now.

I slid off my briefs and stood there naked with my hardon pointing at my
belly it was so hard. It was about 5" long at the time (I had measured it,
as all boys do.). I didn't know it at the time, but that was quite a
respectable length for someone my age. In fact, I would eventually have a
very big cock - bigger than my Dad even. Dad looked down and saw my woody
and a low whistle escaped his lips.

"Damn, boy! That's quite a pecker you got on you! You're gonna have a big
one someday!" my Dad grinned.

"Not as big as yours." I said quietly.

"Ya wanna bet! I bet your's is gonna be bigger than your old man's!
Probably by a couple of inches." Dad exclaimed.

I wanted to know something and, now that Dad and I were talking about dicks
and stuff, I screwed up my courage to ask him.

"Dad, why do guys get boners?" I asked. "I mean they feel good and all, but
why does my dick get hard like this?"

"Well, son, that's gonna take some explaining. Here, let's go over and sit
down so I can explain it to you." Dad said.

There was an old couch against the wall and me and Dad sat down. I scooted
over right next to him and he put his big, hairy arm around me. I loved
when he did that!

"Ya see, the thing is, son, guys get boners because that's nature's way of
makin' babies." Dad started.

"You mean I'm gonna have a baby?!" I exclaimed.

Dad laughed.

"No, son. You can't have babies. You're a guy. Only women have babies. But
it's guys that plant the seed inside them that grows the baby. A guy plants
his seed by stickin' his hard cock up inside a woman and planting his seed
which we call sperm or cum. It's this white stuff that shoots out of your
cock when you get off." Dad said.

"What do you mean, 'get off'? What white stuff?" I asked, thoroughly
confused at this point.

"Sport, do you know how to jack-off?" Dad asked.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Oh, fuck! Ok, jacking off is when you like play with your cock, stroke it
up and down. Ever do that?" Dad asked.

"Well...yeah...a couple of time. It felt ok but it wasn't all that much." I
told him.

"Well, either you didn't do it long enough or you didn't do it right
because otherwise you wouldn't have stopped until it felt so good you
couldn't hardly stand it!" Dad said.

"No...it was nothing like that." I said. "It felt okay but there was
nothing that felt that good."

My cock was harder than anytime I could ever remember with all this talk
about boners and playin' with them. I looked over and noticed that my Dad's
cock had gotten a lot bigger, too! Not hard all the way, but definitely
bigger! It looked huge to me!

"You must not know how to do it right. Now, I suppose I shouldn't be
showin' you this but somebody's got to. You just don't be tellin' anybody I
showed you this! Okay? This is 'guy stuff' and it ain't nobody else's
business. You got that, Sport?" Dad said, looking hard at me.

"Sure, Dad! I promise! I won't say nothin' to nobody!" I swore to him.

"Okay. Well, jackin'off is somethin' that all guys do. Some of them will
deny it, but they're liars.  All guys do it. Usually they start when
they're about your age and do it the rest of their lives."  Dad said.

"Do you do it?" I asked.

"I'm a guy, ain't I?" Dad laughed. "Sure I do it, every chance I fuckin'
get. And you will, too, once you figure out how fuckin' good it feels."

"So how do you do it?" I asked him.

"Well, you just watch and I'll show ya." Dad said.

And with this, he kinda scooted down on the couch so that his ass was kinda
hangin' over the edge and then he grabbed his dick and started stroking it,
pushing the hood down and up over the head of his cock. The first time he
pulled the hood down, I got a good whiff of his smegma. I moaned at it
because I loved the smell so much. I had smegma under the hood of my cock,
and I loved to smell and taste it, but Dad's smegma smelled much stronger
than mine and there was more of it.

When I groaned, Dad looked down at me. He quickly figured out what it was
that was gettin' to me.

"You like that smell, huh, boy?" he grinned.

"Oh, yeah!" I enthused.

Dad took his finger and ran it under the head of his cock, gathering up
some of the smegma there.  Then he brought his finger to his own nose and
sniffed it.

"Fuckin' righteous stink!" Dad moaned as he smelled his finger. "Want some,
boy?"

"Fuck, yeah!" I exclaimed. I'd never used the 'F' word in front of Dad
before but he used it all the time. He just grinned at me.

He brought his finger under my nose and I snorted it big time! I filled my
nose with the pungent male scent and I thought I was gonna pass out from
breathin' so hard. I don't know what gave me the courage to do it, I must
have been completely out of my mind with horniness but, before my Dad could
take his finger away, I quickly put my mouth around it and suck off all the
smegma. It tasted funny at first, kinda like cheese, but the scent rose up
in my nose and the tang on my tongue tasted great! I loved it and I started
moaning in ecstasy over it.

"Damn, boy! You really do like that, don'tcha?" Dad said, amazement in his
voice.

I thought he might be mad at me but when I looked at him he was grinnin'
all to hell.

"Yeah, I fuckin' like it, too, son. Ya got any for me?" he asked.

Even hard, my hood still covered my boy-cock but I knew that there was
plenty smegma under there. I loved smellin' my own so I wasn't washing
there as often as Dad had told me to do because I liked it to build up to
where it really gave off a strong odor. I pulled down my hood and the whole
area under my cockhead was filled with the white, cheesy substance.

"Fuck, boy! You got a whole head full of 'cheese'!" my Dad exclaimed.

"Cheese?" I asked.

"Yeah." Dad answered. "Smegma is also called 'head cheese' cause it tastes
somethin' like ripe cheese." he said.

"It sure does!" I exclaimed.

"You like that taste, boy?" he asked.

"Fuck, yeah!" I said and he laughed.

"Here, lemme try some of yours." he said and taking his finger, he started
to gather up a lot of the 'head cheese' from around my cock.

He brought his finger to his nose to smell it first.

"Ahh, fuck! That's really raunchy, son!" he grinned.

Next, Dad put is finger in his mouth and sucked all my smegma off his
finger. He moaned at the taste.

"Fuck! There's nothin' like the taste of dirty boy-cock!" my Dad moaned and
then smiled at me.

"Can I have some more of yours, Dad?" I asked, my hard cock talking giving
me the courage to ask.

"You can have all you want, boy." Dad smiled.

I guess he expected me to gather some more on my finger to eat it and
that's probably what I would have done except I had this really hot idea
come into my head. It started with Dad saying that there was 'nothin' like
the tasted of dirty boy-cock!'. I started to wonder what dirty 'man' cock
would taste like - what Dad's cock would taste like! So, instead of my
finger, I leaned over and began to lick up the smegma from under his hood.

My tongue had no more than touched my Dad's cock and the tastes exploded in
my mouth! I was in heaven! I loved the taste of my Dad's cock! More than
that, I could hear my Dad moanin' and knew that somehow what I was doing
was feelin' great to him, too!

"Oh, Fuck!" my Dad exclaimed. "Fuck, yeah! Lick my fuckin' cock, boy! Fuck!
That feels so good! Don't stop, son!"

I had no intention of stopping, especially when this clear stuff started
comin' out of his dick. At first I thought is was piss, but it didn't smell
like piss. It didn't taste like piss, either! (Ok, I'd tasted my own piss
off my fingers a couple of times. I wanted to know what it tasted like!
That's all!) Anyway, this stuff comin' out of Dad's cock tasted really
good. Very sweet with just a little taste of salt in it. I started lappin'
it up and Dad kept moanin' and his cock kept pumpin' out more.

After a very short while, I figured out that, rather than doin' all this
lickin', I could just put my mouth around the head of my Dad's cock and
suck the delicious nectar straight from his dick. Of course, I didn't know
anything about 'blow-jobs' so I had no fuckin' idea that I was about to
give my Dad one. I just wanted to taste more of that stuff comin' out of
his cock.

I had to stretch my jaws some to fit over the head of Dad's cock but I was
able to do so easily. I loved the feel of the spongy head in my mouth and
the taste of Dad's juice runnin' out on my tongue. I started licking the
underside of Dad's cock while my mouth moved further down and Dad started
to really moan and to thrust his cock up into my mouth further. I relaxed
and let him pump into me and slowly but surely, his cock hit the back of my
mouth and there was no place left for it to go. I held my mouth still and
Dad continued to pump in and out of it as I continued to lick as much of it
as my tongue could get to and to taste more and more of his juice.

Dad's cock was completely hard now and I marveled at the size of it. It was
fuckin' huge! Well, at least to my eyes. I later learned that it was a
hefty eight inches but very, very thick. Dad was still thrusting in and out
of my mouth and I was still lickin' his cock just as diligently as I could.
Dad started panting and moaning and suddenly he started yellin'.

"Pull off, Sport! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna shoot my load!" he screamed, but
I was having none of it.

No way I was gonna pull off his cock now! If this clear stuff comin' out of
his cock tasted so good, what would his 'cum' taste like? I was gonna find
out!

"Oh, FUCK! I'm cummin', boy! Get ready!" Dad moaned.

I thought I was ready. But I wasn't!!! I had no idea that all this stuff
was gonna cum shooting in my mouth so hard! All of a sudden, Dad's cock
started spittin' this stuff in my mouth and there was a LOT of it. More
than I ever suspected. I didn't know what to do with it! Luckily, I
swallowed by reflex because, before I knew it, more was shooting into my
mouth. Over and over, Dad's cock trembled and shot all this white, thick
stuff in my mouth. It tasted a lot stronger than the clear stuff did! It
was a lot saltier and, while still somewhat sweet, it kinda tasted like
bleach, too. I wasn't sure I liked it at first, but the more I swallowed,
the better I liked it. I could tell that Dad sure liked shootin' it in my
mouth and that made me happy, too, knowing that I was makin' him feel good.

His cock finally stopped shootin' and I continued to suck on it until all
the stuff had drained out of his cock. His hand was on my head, strokin' it
and playin' in my hair. That felt SOOOO GOOOD!!! I finally pulled off his
cock and looked down. Some of the white stuff had squirted out of my mouth
and was in his pubic hair. I put my mouth down and sucked up those drops,
too.  My nose got a good whiff of his pubic hair and I loved the sweaty
male scent. I was gonna have to explore that more, if Dad let me.

Dad finally pulled me up next to him on the couch, putting his arms around
me. He leaned down and licked something off my face. I saw the white stuff
on his tongue and realized that I had some of his 'cum' on my face,
too. Rather than swallowing it, Dad brought his face down on mine and
kissed me - right on the lips! I'd never been kissed like this and I was
almost knocked out by it. I felt my Dad's tongue come poking out of his
mouth and licking my lips. I don't know how I knew to do it, but I opened
my mouth and Dad's tongue went inside mine, tasting me and sharing with me
the glob of his cum he still held on his tongue. Tasting Dad's cum from his
mouth made the cum taste a whole lot better somehow. Dad kissed me for
quite a while, me suckin' on his tongue and both of us moaning into each
other's mouths. Finally Dad pulled back and looked at me.

"Where the fuck did you learn to do that?!" Dad asked.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Learn to suck a guy's cock." Dad said gently.

"Nowhere. I...I...I've never done that before." I said quietly, fearing
that he would get angry at me for doing it.

"Fuck! You must have natural talent then! That was incredible!" Dad
grinned.

"Did you like it?" I asked, tentatively.

"Like it! Boy, you have no idea how much I loved it! But you're gonna find
out!" Dad said, grinning.

So I quickly figured out that Dad had really liked what I had done. I was
so happy, I just grinned at him. I liked making Dad feel good! But that
wasn't the end of it. Dad picked me up in his arms and lay me down on the
couch so that my cock was towards him and I could see what was comin'
next. Dad got up and leaned over me, kneeling on the couch and he took my
hands and put them behind my head.

"Just leave 'em there for now." Dad said, his voice all husky like I'd
never heard it before.

He leaned down and he started sniffin' my hairless pits! Now, sometimes,
when I'd been playin' hard and sweating all day, I would get a whiff of my
underarms. I didn't know why, but the smell always gave me a boner. I
really got off on the smell of the sweat and funk in my pits but here was
Dad doin' the same thing! Only he went me one step farther! Suddenly, Dad's
tongue came out and I could feel him lickin' out my pits! I squirmed at
first because it tickled but as Dad licked harder, it started to feel
really good and I was moaning and my little boy-dick was as hard as I could
ever remember it being!

Dad licked both of my pits until they were completely wet with his
spit. Then he moved down with his tongue until he was lickin' all over my
chest. My nipples were real small but Dad licked and sucked at them. Again,
I started moanin' because I'd never felt anything like it! I knew that
women had breasts because babies got milk out of them. I'd seen one of my
mother's friends nursing her baby once, but I couldn't figure out why guys
had them. I didn't know any guys who nursed babies. Now, with my Dad
sucking on mine, I started to get the idea that they were like other parts
of my body that I'd discovered on my own. They made you feel good. And that
was enough reason for me! Dad looked up at me after sucking on both of my
nipples.

"Ya like that, don'tcha, Sport?" Dad asked ginning.

"Fuck, yeah!" I enthused.

"Well, hang on. There's lots more you're gonna like!" Dad grinned as he
went back to lickin' and suckin' on my chest. He moved down across my
stomach, licking and sucking at my skin and I loved every moment of it. He
grabbed my boy-cock and pulled it out of the way so he could lick at the
bare skin above it. I wondered when I was gonna start getting hair down
there, but for now, the bare skin allowed Dad's tongue to lick all of
me. And it felt so good!

I thought that Dad might lick my dick, the way I had his, but he had other
ideas. He let go of my hard cock and started licking my balls. God! I'd
never felt anything that intense in my life! Dad licked and nibbled at my
sack and it felt like electrical shocks were going through my cock! I could
also hear Dad really sniffin' down around my cock and balls and moaning
deep in his throat.

"Mmm. My dirty little boy! You stink so fuckin' good! I almost hate to lick
all this funk away!"  Dad moaned, but it was more like he was talkin' to
himself than to me.

He continued to lick all over my balls, even sucking my bag into his mouth!
That was incredible!  My whole fuckin' nut-sack in his mouth and his tongue
workin' over my balls!  I thought that he would be done when he let my bag
pop out of his mouth, but I was wrong. So very wrong! But how could I have
expected what happened next?!

Dad put his hands under my legs and lifted them back until they were almost
resting on my chest.  This brought my ass up and spread it.

"Hold you're legs back for Dad, Sport." he said so I grabbed under my knees
and held them back for him.

He reached under my back and lifted my but up further at the same time his
face was coming down to meet it. I couldn't imagine what the fuck he was
doing, but everything had felt so good so far, I decided to wait and see
what was coming next. I didn't have to wait long.

Just like with my pits and my crotch, Dad started sniffing up and down my
butt crack. Now, I'd smelled my butt before. You know, how after you
scratch your hole, you just have to bring your fingers up to your nose to
see what it smelled like? Well, I did that all the time and I have to
admit, I liked what I smelled like back there. But that was me! Here was my
Dad sniffin' my butt and from the noises he was makin' down in his throat,
he really fuckin' liked how I smelled back there, too! In fact, he loved it
so much, the next thing I know, his tongue is goin' up and down my crack,
LICKIN' MY ASS!!!

OH, FUCK! This really blew my mind! My Dad was lickin' my ass! And FUCK!
Did it feel good!!! I had no idea that my butt could feel this good! Dad
licked up and down my crack for what seemed like forever and then he
started lickin' and diggin' at my hole with his tongue. I didn't believe
it, but he seemed to want to shove his tongue UP MY ASS!!! I could feel him
suckin' on the hole and I tried to let my hole loosen up for him. I don't
know where I got the idea, but I finally began pushing down with the
muscles, like I was takin' a dump, and the next thing I knew, Dad's tongue
was sliding UP INSIDE MY ASS!!! For the first time in my life, somethin'
went IN rather than OUT! And it felt so fuckin' good! I couldn't believe
it! The feel of Dad's rough, wet tongue up my hole was like nothin' I ever
felt before but I couldn't get enough of it. I was wiggling, trying to get
more of his tongue up my butt. Dad chuckled down low in this throat and
pulled back from my butt for a minute.

"You like havin' your ass eaten, Sport?" he grinned.

"Fuck! It's so HOT, Dad! Please, keep doin' it!" I begged.

"Don't worry, son! I'm just gettin' started!" he grinned and put his face
back in my ass.

I felt his tongue slidin' back up in my hole and I moaned at the
pleasurable feelings that were coming from my butt. Then I felt his tongue
sliding in and out of my hole very fast. This cause me to almost start
screaming in pleasure! I had no idea that he was 'fucking' my hole with his
tongue because I'd never seen fucking before. I just knew that it felt so
good! My ass started to really relax and Dad's tongue was able to get
further and further up my boy-hole! The farther he went, the better I loved
it. Finally Dad took his tongue out of my butt and instead, licked one of
his fingers and began sliding that up my hole. It burned a little at first,
but once it slid inside, it felt so good! Almost better than his
tongue. His finger started to move around inside until he hit something up
in there. I didn't know what it was but when he hit it, I about came off
the couch vertically! The rush of pleasure that went through me cause me to
nearly pass out! I had no idea what the fuck he'd hit.

Dad, however, did. Seemed he was purposely looking for it. He told me it
was my 'joy-button' and that he show me later what it was for. He continued
to play with my ass, running his finger in and out of it as my hole
definitely enjoyed the ride. Dad pulled the finger out and again pushed his
face into my butt and licked some more at my hole. Mostly what he was doing
though was spitting up my butt and making it wetter. Then Dad pulled his
face out and sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, getting them wet. He
slowly worked these two fingers up my butt. At first it kinda hurt and I
told him so. He didn't remove the two fingers, he just left them where they
were but he began using his hand to massage around my hole until I relaxed
further and the two fingers just slid right on into my ass. Once they were
in, they felt really good as Dad continued to explore the inside of my ass
with the two fingers. He spread them apart, too, to try and get my ass to
open up further. I had no idea why he was doing this, I just knew that it
felt so fuckin' good!

Finally Dad tired of playin' with my butt and he told me to let my legs
drop back down again. My boy-cock which had stayed hard all this time was
so hard now that it was beginning to hurt! Dad leaned over me and the next
thing I knew, I felt this wonderful warm wetness surrounding my dick! My
cock was in my Dad's mouth! His tongue was really working my cock over and
I was moaning at the wonderful feelings. My hips seemed to naturally start
thrusting my cock in and out of Dad's mouth. Dad opened wide and he not
only swallowed all of my cock, but my nutsack and balls as well! All of me
was in Dad's mouth and it felt wonderful.

Dad looked up at me from between my legs. He grinned and winked at me and I
grinned back.  Then he started to really suck my cock in earnest. Feeling
started building inside me that I had never felt before. They were so
intense they started to scare me! I thought I was going to pass out any
moment! I knew my Dad wouldn't hurt me, but I just didn't know what all
these intense feelings were. I cried out and tried to get Dad to stop but
all that came out of my mouth was a groan. Dad was sucking harder and
faster now and I didn't have any choice. All of a sudden, it felt like my
whole body was going to convulse and then it hit! The most intense feeling
rose up out of my crotch and spread through my whole body. I was screaming
out in agony/ecstasy as my body experience orgasm for the very first time!

It didn't last long, but it felt like forever! I felt like I was exploding
and floating at the same time.  Dad continued to suck on my cock until I
just totally collapsed back on the couch, not realizing that my upper body
had bent forward during cumming. I lay there totally exhausted by what I
had experienced.

Dad leaned over me again, and gently stroked my face and kissed me all
over. He looked into my eyes.

"Was that the first time, son?" he asked.

"Oh, yes! I never felt anything like it before!" I moaned.

"Did you like it?" he grinned.

"Fuck, yeah! Can we do it again?!" I asked, grinning up at him.

"When do you want to, Sport?" he asked.

"Now!" I answered. "I want to do those things to you!"

"Aren't you tired?" Dad asked.

I thrust my already hard boy-cock up against his stomach.

"Nope!" I answered, and he laughed.

I looked down under him and saw that his cock was hard as well.

"Doesn't look like you are either!" I grinned at him.

He looked down at his cock and then grinned at me.

"Nope, guess I'm not, huh?" he laughed.

"Please, I want to do those things to you. I want to smell and taste you
all over!" I begged.

"Ok, Sport, I'm all yours!" he said.

I scrambled off the couch and he lay down with his legs spread and his arms
behind his head. His whole naked body with his cock hard as a rock was laid
out for me. I didn't have the faintest idea of where to start so I just did
what he had done to me and knelt over him and put my face in his ripe
man-pit.

Now, I had smelled my Dad's sweaty, musky scent before, but never this
'up-close and personal'.  The funk in his hairy pit just about knocked me
out when I first stuck my nose in it! The pungency rose in my nose and it
tickled so much at first I thought I was gonna sneeze! But soon I became
used to the strength of it and I started sniffing like it was the last bit
of scent I was ever gonna smell! I loved it! It made my cock harder than it
had been, almost as hard as when Dad was suckin' on it! I moaned at the
scent and Dad chuckled.

"You really like my man-funk, don'tcha, boy?" Dad said.

I looked up into his face. I guess the look of lust-crazed boy was on my
face because Dad started grinning at me.

"Yeah! Fuck! I can see you do!" he said.

"I love your smell! I always have!" I admitted.

"Yeah, I figured you did, Sport. I thought I heard you sniffin' me a few
times when I would come home from work." he smiled.

I didn't know what to say to that, so I just stuck my face back in his
hairy pit and started suckin' down more of his smell. Finally, the smell
wasn't enough. I wanted to taste him. I stuck out my tongue and started
licking all over the hairs in his pit. I sucked them into my mouth and
licked the salty sweat off them. I burrowed down to his skin and tasted the
musk there. By the time I was done, his pit hairs were soaked with my spit
and laying flat against his skin. I then went over to the other pit and did
it all over again! How cool that every guy has two fragrant, warm pits to
wallow in!

When I had made a sloppy mess of his second pit, I moved down to his hairy
chest. I loved my Dad's chest hair. It was dark and wiry and I remember
loving to play in it when I was a little kid and Dad would hold me. I
remember he had some problems with me at first learning not to grab
handfuls of it and try to pull it out! I remember Dad telling me one day
that I didn't have to rip hair out of his chest that I'd get hair of my own
there someday. But I still hadn't gotten any so I still loved playing in
his. But I remembered what Dad had done to my nipples so I burrowed down
into the hair until I found his. They were a lot bigger than mine. They
were like two erasers on the end of a pencil. They were standing up and
hard, just like little cocks. I licked and sucked at them and Dad started
moaning.

"Bite 'em, son! Bite my tits!" Dad moaned.

I sure hoped I heard right when I locked my teeth around one of his tits
and started gently biting it. Dad's chest thrust upward and he moaned
again.

"Harder, son! Harder! Really bite that fuckin' tit!" he moaned.

Okay! I could do that! I started really biting hard on his tit and he was
moaning and thrashing on the couch. I was afraid that I was hurting him but
he quickly disavowed me of that notion!

"Oh, Fuck, Yeah! Bite them fuckers! Make it hurt! God! It hurts so GOOD!!!
Do it, boy!! You got it!" Dad was moaning and practically screaming.

I figured I must be doin' something right to get that kind of reaction out
of him! I kept bitin' on his tit. When he'd had enough of that, he reached
down, grabbed my head and dragged my mouth over to the other one. I licked
and sucked on it for a few moments and then started biting it, too!  Same
reaction! He definitely loved this! I filed this information away in my
head to be used later.  Finally, he'd had enough and pushed my head away
from his tit. I moved my face to the center of his chest and just rubbed my
face in his thick, dark chest hair, breathing in the scent of his body and
feeling the wiry hair tickling my face. I felt his hand come down and
gently stroke the back of my head. It was such a gentle and tender moment
after what I had done to his tits.

"You still love all that hair, don't you, son?" Dad asked softly.

"Always, Daddy." I said and then I realized that I hadn't called him that
in a long time. In my rush to grow up, I had stopped calling him Daddy
several years before. But now, nuzzling my face once again in his chest
hair, just the way I had done since I was a baby (according to Dad) it
seemed very appropriate to call him by the childhood term of endearment
once again.

"Well, Daddy promises you, one day - and it won't be long - you'll start
growing hair like Daddy's." he said gently.

"But I'll still love yours, Daddy. Your's smells like you." I said.

"I hope you will, son. I really hope you will." Dad smiled down at me as I
looked up from his hairy chest.

"Daddy, I'll always love you." I swore to him.

"And I'll always love you, son." he smiled and gently caressed my cheek
with his hand.

Something inside me almost wanted to cry. I didn't understand why and it
wasn't the time or place to do it, either! I figured that I needed to move
on so I put my face down again and began licking down my Dad's body. I
licked across his hairy belly. It wasn't soft at all! Dad's stomach was as
hard as a rock! The skin was soft but the muscles under it weren't. I
followed a trail of hair down from his belly-button into the big bush of
hair surrounding his cock.

If I thought his pits smelled like a man, his crotch was a hundred times
sweatier and muskier! I loved it! I pushed my face into his pubic hair and
began sniffing like a pig rooting in the dirt! I loved the smell of my
Dad's crotch! I could have kept my face there for the rest of my life, but
I wanted to explore where I hadn't been yet. I moved around until I was
kneeling on the couch between his legs. He spread them wide for me and
there was his hard cock and his balls. His ball- sack was covered with hair
and when I put my face down near it, I found that it was covered with Dad's
man-scent as well, only even stronger than his pubic hair. This was a
different scent, muskier, darker. I was in love with it immediately! I
licked and sniffed all over his nut-sack, tasting and loving every inch of
it! I tried to suck his balls in my mouth the way he'd done for me, but I
could only get one in at a time they were so big! But he seemed to enjoy my
tonguing them the way he moaned as I did it. I licked all around his
nut-sack which was pulled up tight under his hard cock. I began to lick
below it and I smelled something that was vaguely familiar. I'd smelled the
same smell before, just not as strong.

I looked down and there was the beginning of his ass-crack! That's what I
was smelling - his butt!  I wanted to smell and lick his butt the way he'd
done mine! I tried to lift his legs with my hands but I wasn't strong
enough. Instead, he saw what I was trying to do and reached under his knees
and lifted them for me. As he did, his ass-trench came into view until I
could see all of it. I should have figured it, but it surprised me when it
was full of hair, almost furred.

Knowing exactly what I wanted, I dug right in! I shoved my nose into his
crack and began sniffing it from one end to the other! GOD! What a scent!
Dark, rich and musky!!! It was way beyond anywhere else on his body! I
immediately became a dedicated ass sniffer! I just couldn't get enough of
him! I sniffed and sniffed, actually pressing my nose right up against his
hole! I was moaning as I breathed in his funk and didn't even realize it!

"Yeah, sniff Daddy's ass, boy! You like that? You like sniffin' Daddy's
stink butt?" he moaned.

"Oh, FUCK, YEAH! I LOVE IT!!!" I exclaimed.

"Then eat it, boy! Eat Daddy's ass! Shove you tongue up Daddy's asshole and
lick out his shitter!" Dad growled at me.

Oh, yeah! That's what I wanted to do! I wanted to lick his ass! That was
the reason I was down here! I wanted to do to him what he'd done to me. I
quickly stuck out my tongue and began licking his butt from one end to the
other. The taste was as rich as the scent. Salty and musky with the tang of
Dad's ass juice. I love the taste. And it became darker and richer the
closer I got to his hole. I sucked on the hairs on the side of Dad's
butt-trench and tasted the dark richness of the sweat and ass juices
trapped there. But the best was yet to come!

I locked my lips around Dad's wrinkly hole and began to lick his ass
lips. I heard him grunt and the hole began to loosen and open for me. I
shoved my tongue forward and it sank inside him. I was licking and suckin'
at the inside of my Dad's ass! It tasted so good! I licked like a fuckin'
dog! I couldn't get enough.

"Yeah, that's it, boy! Eat Daddy's hole! Lick out my ass, boy!" Dad moaned
as I did exactly what he asked.

I couldn't get enough of his hole! I licked inside, sucking on it. I ran my
tongue in and out of his hole just like he'd done to me. Then I remembered
something else he'd done to me! I pulled my face out of his butt and looked
down. I could see his hole opening and closing. I shoved two of my fingers
in my mouth, wetting them with my saliva and then began pushing them up
Dad's hole.  He grunted and I felt his hole loosen even farther, and it
felt like his ass was sucking my fingers inside him! He felt hot and wet
inside to my fingers. I was awed, watching my fingers move around inside
Dad's ass. But I could feel how loose his hole was and I somehow knew that
I needed to put more fingers up inside him so that he could feel what I
felt when he finger-fucked my hole.

I pulled both fingers out of his ass and then shove them and yet a third
finger in my mouth. My two fingers still had the dark, funky taste from
inside his ass and I reveled in it for a few moments before returning three
of my fingers back up his hole. His ass accommodated these three fingers
with almost the same ease that it had handled two. I figured I'd better try
four. I put my four fingers in my mouth, wetting them good and again, began
shoving them up my Dad's hole. This time, the fit was a lot tighter. Dad
began to moan at the invasion. I could finally feel that 'hard' place up
inside his ass which he'd played with in mine. When I stroked my fingers
against his, however, I was surprised to see some of his clear goo belch
out of his cock! I looked where his cock was laying and there was a whole
pool of the stuff that had leaked out of his cock!

I continued to play up inside Dad's ass with my fingers, moving them around
and finally moving them in and out of his hole! I was so into it that I
didn't keep track of what Dad was up to.

"Son, you'd better stop or I'm gonna cum!" he moaned.

I looked up and his cock was harder than hell, sticking up from his groin
and throbbing! I didn't want him shooting his stuff without it being in my
mouth, so I pulled my fingers out of his butt.

"You like playin' with Daddy's butt?" Dad asked me.

"Oh Yeah! I loved it. I thought for a minute I was going to have to shove
my whole hand up in there though!" I said.

"Well, if we'd had some lube, you could have. But we'll leave that for
another time, ok?" Dad asked.

"Sure!" I said, not knowing if I really believed I could get my whole hand
up my Dad's ass or not!

I moved up and grabbed hold of my Dad's cock and started licking the head
to get all the clear stuff. Then I moved around so I could lick it up off
Dad's hard belly. I got to taste a lot of it and I still loved the taste of
it. Finally, I took Dad's cock in my mouth and started sucking and licking
it.

"That's it, Sport! That's the way! Lick and suck on Daddy's cock! Oh, your
little mouth is so hot!" Dad moaned.

I reached down and let my one hand play with Dad's balls while I held on to
his cock with the other while I sucked and licked at his cock. I love the
taste of Dad's cock. He tasted so much like a man! I wanted to have his
cock in my mouth all the time, but I guessed that wasn't possible. But I
knew I was gonna get my mouth on it every time Dad would let me. It felt so
good in my mouth. The skin was soft but it was hard at the same time. I
really liked the feel of it going in and out of my mouth. But most of all,
I loved the fact that I was makin' my Dad feel so good! He'd been through
so much with Mom being so mean to him that I just wanted to do something
that would make him feel good - and sucking on his big cock seemed to make
him feel REALLY good!

I could feel his cock getting harder and harder and then it felt like it
was starting to grow, getting fatter in my mouth. I now recognized this as
the point where the white stuff that Dad called 'cum' was gonna start
coming out. This time I was ready for it! I knew I had to start swallowing
almost immediately. I continued to suck and felt his cock straining in my
mouth.

"That's it! That's it, Sport! I'm gonna cum! FUCK!!!" Dad shouted out and
then his cum started shooting into my mouth.

I started swallowing with the first shot and had a much easier time this
time getting it all down my throat. None leaked out at all! I felt really
proud of myself for taking it all. I continued to suck on Dad's cock until
it went soft in my mouth. Then I turned and looked at him. He smiled at me.

"Come on up here." he said, indicating beside him on the couch.

I moved up and he took me in his arms and kissed me again, putting his
tongue in my mouth and tasting his cum. He kissed me for a long time. I
loved it. I loved laying in his strong arms, his tongue in my mouth while I
sucked on it and the smell of him surrounding me. I never wanted to stop
but, finally, Dad broke the kiss and looked down into my eyes.

"Are you okay about all this, Sport?" he asked softly.

"Oh, yes! I love you Dad! I love doin' this stuff with you! It feels so
good and I love making you feel good!" I swore to him.

"Well, you do make me feel good! But I was supposed to teach you how to
jack-off and we never got around to it." he laughed.

"Well, I've still got a boner!" I said and he looked down between my legs.

"Damned if you don't, boy! Doesn't that thing ever go down?" he laughed.

"Sometimes. But not when I'm this close to you." I said.

"Well, I think you can probably get off one more time so why don't I show
you how?" he said.

"Okay!" I said.

Dad took my boy-cock between his thumb and his first two fingers and
started stroking me, sliding my foreskin up and down my cock, covering and
uncovering the head. The feeling was wonderful! I loved it!

"How's that feeling, son?" Dad asked.

"Great! It feels really good!" I answered.

"Why don't you try it now?" he said letting go of my cock.

I put my hand around my cock and started stroking it like he'd done. After
a few minutes, I got it just right and it felt really good! As good as when
Dad did it. Not as good as Dad sucking on it, but wonderful in it's own
way. As I continued to stroke my cock, Dad reached down and started playing
with my nipples, squeezing them and pulling on them. The feelings shot
straight from my nipples to my dick! I started moaning.

"That's right, son. Pleasure yourself! This is your first step to becoming
a man. I'm so glad I get to share this with you. Yeah, boy. Cum for
Daddy. Make yourself cum!" Dad crooned to me as I started pounding on my
cock harder and faster while Dad continued to play with my nipples.

Then Dad got me to spread my legs. He wet one of his fingers in his mouth
and while I continued to pound my cock, he reached down and gently started
playing with my asshole. That was feeling really good. Then Dad slowly
shoved his finger up my butt until he touched that place inside me. I saw
stars and the next thing I knew, I was cumming! I looked down expecting to
see white stuff shoot out of my cock but none came. But the feelings! Oh!
The feeelings!

"I'm cummin'!" I shouted and Dad held me tight and rubbed that thing up my
ass until I finally collapsed in his arms.

He slowly took his finger out of my butt and put it in his mouth, sucking
off the taste of me. Then he leaned down and kissed me gently.

"Did you like that?" Dad asked.

"Yeah! It wasn't as good as when you suck me, but it was great!" I said.

Dad laughed.

"Jacking off is never better than having real sex, but it's something you
can do for yourself anytime you want." Dad said. "Now I think it's time for
you to take a shower and head on to bed."

"Are you gonna shower with me?" I asked.

"Do you want me to?" Dad asked.

"Yeah!" I said.

We walked over to the shower and got in. Dad adjusted the water and then
took the soap and started rubbing all over my body. My cock, of course, got
hard again almost immediately. Dad laughed and squatted down where he could
get to it better and taking his soapy hand began jacking me off. His other
hand went to my butt and he started rubbing his fingers up and down my
crack. I held onto his shoulder because I could hardly stand from the
pleasure. It didn't take long and I was ready to cum again.

"I'm gonna do it, Dad! I'm gonna cum!" I shouted.

"Go ahead, boy! Cum for Daddy!" he said and I did.

My body shook and trembled as I came, my dick spasming but still pumping
out nothing. Dad finally slowed his hand down and I rested against him.

"When will stuff shoot out of my cock?" I asked him.

"Oh, not for a few years yet. But it doesn't matter. Feels the same whether
you shoot something out or not. Just enjoy it and don't worry about it,
okay?" he said.

"Okay. I sure will enjoy it!" I laughed.

"Yeah, I figure you will, probably 2 or 3 more times tonight!" he laughed.

I couldn't figure out how Daddy read my mind!

I washed Dad but he didn't get hard again. It didn't bother me. I just
loved running my hands all over his body and I got hard doing it. This time
Dad just ignored my hard pecker and we rinsed off and then he dried me very
gently. He wrapped one towel around me and one around himself and then he
picked me up and threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the house
to bed.  He tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead.

"Now don't be up all night playin' with your pecker, ya hear?" he grinned.

"I won't." I promised.

"Yeah, right!" he laughed.

"Will we take a shower when you get home tomorrow?" I asked.

"Yeah, and maybe a few other things if you feel like it." he said and
winked at me.

Oh, I'd feel like it all right! I'd definitely feel like it. I would never
argue over taking a shower again!

The End of DADDY'S DIRTY LITTLE BOY

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