Date: Sat, 2 Mar 2019 18:20:14 +0000 (UTC)
From: Boy Daddy <badgod69@yahoo.com>
Subject: BOY DADDY, Pt. 2

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BOYDADDY, Pt. Two

When my first son, Sam, was a little guy, I would jack off in front of him
whenever I could.  I started in when he was around 3, I think.  I figured
it was a perfect way for us to be guys together, a masculine bond between
brothers, between father and son.  I have no shame about my body, being
naked with other guys, or jerking off with buddies.  No big deal, right?

I rarely touched Sam during these early sessions, only let him watch me,
always encouraging him to join me and stroke his own tiny dick.  I know
that Sam learned how to masturbate under my guidance.  What dad wouldn't be
proud of that?

From the time he turned 10 or so, we'd jerk off together several times a
month.  I always wanted to do it more often, but it was hard to find time
when I could be alone with Sam, what with two younger kids and his mom
under the same roof.  But I managed to make sure we had our fun whenever
the opportunity presented itself.  Yet, those occasional episodes were
never enough for me.  I could barely contain my urge to see my boy naked
and getting his dry nut between the long stretches of time between our
meet-ups.  After all, I was only 22 years old myself, and horny as hell.
So, I found other outlets.

I liked to go into his bedroom when no one else was home.  I'd snoop in his
drawers, his closet, under his mattress, under his bed, looking for any
sign of jerking off or personal stuff he might not want anyone to know
about.  I never found anything really for the first two years or so, of
course.  That didn't really matter, because just the smell of his room and
the sight of his rumpled bed sheets was enough to get me hard and horny.
Inevitably, I'd pull his blankets down, get naked, and dry hump his bed
until I shot my load on the sheets.  I never hid it, just pulled the
blankets back up when I was done, wondering if he'd know what the moist
spots on his sheet were when he climbed into bed at night.  Just the idea
of his ass pressed against my drying cum gave me better and bolder ideas.

Around this time, I started to visit his room in the middle of the night,
probably two or three times a month.  I'd wait until l could tell Jenny was
deep asleep by the sound of her breathing, then slide quietly out of our
bed and down the hall to Sam's door.  On the way, I'd pass Sam's and Leda's
room, pausing outside their doorway to make sure they were sound asleep.

The first time I came to Sam's room this way, he was lying on him stomach,
his face towards me.  He was shirtless but still wearing white briefs back
then, even though it was a warm Spring night.  His clock glowed red: 3:30
a.m.  I remember thinking I had to get up to go to work in three hours, but
I'd been thinking about this visit all day and couldn't rest until I did
it.

He looked so cute lying there, his brown hair showing plainly on his
pillow.  I crossed the room to his bed once my eyes had adjusted to the dim
light coming from the Spongebob nightlight Jenny had got for him when he
was little.  I had been squeezing and fondling my cock on my way to his
room, and now I began to firmly stroke it.

For very year that Sam got older, he also got way sexier.  I couldn't
imagine how hungry I'd be for him in a few years.

I squatted down a bit and waved my rock-hard cock in front of Sam's
sleeping face as close as I dared without waking him up.  I hoped that he
could smell its moist, warm, meaty aroma in his dreams.

I sat on the side of his bed and started lightly stoking his hair and
shoulder and back.  He murmured a bit and adjusted his position before I
touched him anymore.

I leaned down to smell his skin and hair, inhaling the aroma of my boy,
picking up the pace of my jerking.

Very gently, I pulled his blanket down to his calves, then gingerly pulled
his dingy briefs down to expose his little white ass.  I lowered my
trembling fingers to a fraction of an inch above his cheeks, feeling a
slight warmth under my hand.  Jacking off hard, I leaned down and put my
nose to his butt crack and inhaled deeply.  I wanted the smell of my boy in
my head for as long as I could have it.

By now I was only a few strokes away from shooting my load, so I stood up
and aimed my cock at Sam's head and pillow.  Being careful to not wake him
up, I gritted my teeth to silence myself as I let loose with a spray of hot
cum that splattered over the pillow and blanket, as well as Sam's hair and
shoulder.  It looked beautiful.  He looked so sexy, flecked with my cum and
even wearing some in his dark hair.  I gave my cock a few final shakes,
sending a few stray drops over the bed, like a baptism.

After I took a leak I went back to bed and slept deeply until the alarm
went off.  I was dragging my ass all day at work, but it was worth it.  I
was so happy and proud of myself.  I was also half hard all day just from
sheer excitement.

A day or so later, Jenny mentioned to me at breakfast that Sam must be
drooling in his sleep, because she had noticed little stiff marks on his
pillow case when she was tidying up his room, and she assumed it was spit.
I just chuckled and told her that everyone drools a little when they sleep.
She agreed and laughed it off, but inside I was roaring with
dirty-little-secret laughter.  When Sam got home from school, I casually
mentioned what his mom had told me.  He looked a bit sheepish but just
shrugged it off, saying that he never thought he drooled at night, but oh,
well.

I continued with my night visits until I came home from work one day to
find Jenny sitting in the living room looking sort of confused.  She told
me she'd taken Sam to our doctor for a check-up, primarily because of the
continuing appearance of smears and tracks on Sam's pillow case and sheets.
She thought that the marks must be mucus and assumed Sam had some kind of
nasal infection.  The doc told her there was nothing physically wrong with
Sam and to just launder his bed linens and forget about it.  This sounded
careless to Jenny, and when she started to protest, the doc stopped her and
asked her how long she'd noticed the stains in Nick's bed.  She said it'd
been going on sporadically for months, maybe more than a year.

"Sam's close to 12 now, right?", he asked.

When Jenny said yes, Doc told her that with boys that age, the stains could
be anything and the less she questioned him about it, the better for all
concerned.  Clearly, the doc figured it might be cum stains she was finding
and didn't want to embarrass her or Sam.

I agreed with the doctor and told Jenny to just forget about it since Sam
was completely healthy, as confirmed by the examination.  After that, she
let the matter go.

I was sweating like bullets as she told me the story and decided to stop
making my night visits to Sam's room, or at the very least to stop jizzing
on his bed for the grand finale like I'd been doing for the past year or
more.

After Sam turned 11, he started turning into a man.  He got taller, his
feet got bigger and his voice started cracking.  These were exciting days
for me, because I knew that Sam would start cumming soon when he
jacked-off.  I still masturbated with him whenever we got the chance, and I
could tell that Sam looked forward to our sessions as much as I did.  His
curiosity about his body was endless, and when we were naked together, he
greedily observed every inch of my adult body while we pounded away on our
dicks.

Jenny had her own interests and the kids had theirs.  On weekends we'd
usually all go our separate ways, pursuing out own pleasures and interests.
Sam and I always spent ours together.  My favorite activity was to make a
day trip to one of the nude beaches not too far from where we live.  They
were family beaches, so people of all ages mingled, enjoying the feel of
the warm sun on naked skin.  I'd find a nice secluded spot for Sam and me.
We'd lay out our blankets and towels and be side by side, naked and
sweating, for the entire day or until it got too chilly when the fog
started to roll in.

We'd take turns rubbing each other down with sun screen, and if we popped a
boner from the sensation of hands sliding over our bodies, so what?  It was
all good fun and it felt amazing.

From Sam's turning 11 on, we spent all our time together.  Not only were we
bros, we were best buddies, too.  I confided everything about myself to
Sam, and he did the same with me.  I started him smoking weed that year,
got him drunk for the first time when he turned 12, watched porn together,
skateboarded constantly, and taught him all about girls and sex.  Our big
brother, little brother relationship was stronger than ever.

But then Sam said something to me one day that began to change everything.
In a better way.

He was already 12, probably about 12-1/2.

It happened at one of our regular nude beach outings.  His body was
developing nicely, with a fair amount of hair under his arms, on his skinny
legs, and surrounding his cock.  I was spreading sunscreen lotion on him,
and when the only spot left was his junk, I handed him the tube like
always, but this time he didn't take it.  I looked up at him and he was
staring at me, sort of half-smiling.

I said, "Here," again offering the lotion.  But he still didn't reach for
it and there was a pause that felt like it lasted a bit too long.

Finally, he broke the silence.  "You do it," he said.

I really didn't believe my ears, so I said, "What?"

"You do it.  Come on, dude.  You know you want to"

I still didn't say anything, not quite believing I was hearing his words
correctly.

"You wanna fuck me, huh?"  His voice sounded almost teasing.

"What the fuck, bro?" I replied, stalling for time to see what he'd say
next.

He gave a quick laugh.

"Dude, I know you wanna fuck me.  You wanna stick your dick up my butt,
huh"?

All I could do was laugh incredulously and then stare at him, at his mouth
saying those words.  What could I say, not knowing where he was coming
from?  I managed a gesture that meant I didn't know what to say, what to
do.

He laughed again, this time obviously teasing and slightly malicious.

"I knew it," he said, smiling that crooked smile that melted my heart and
stiffened my dick.  I gave a laugh back at him.

"You wish, dickwad.  Why, do you want me to?"

"No.  I dunno.  No.  Well, if you wanna," he said.

"So, what, you want me to?"

"If you wanna, dude."

This wasn't getting us anywhere.

"Look, bro, you gotta tell me what you want.  You don't gotta beat around
the bush, not with me.  If it's something I want to do too, then we will.
If it's not, then we won't.  Right?  Simple as that, bro," I told him.

He looked at me with an expression that I knew meant he wanted to say
something delicate, but then the look faded and he just laughed and
mumbled, "Nah, dude, I was just joking.  It's OK."

I laughed, too, and let it drop, but you can be damned sure I replayed that
scene over and over in my head for the rest of the year.

On the drive back we'd always jerk off as soon as we hit the highway
heading home.  I've always loved beating off while I drive, just feels so
good and somehow public, which is a real turn-on for me.  I came first,
quite a bit, and just let it stay on my chest and pubes without wiping up.
I glanced over at Sam as soon as I could focus, and it was just in time.
Sam grunted and arched his hips, and a second later a jet of cum flew out
of his dick and landed on his inner thigh and the seat between his legs.
This was the first time I'd seem him shoot cum.  I was breathless for a few
seconds, my mind careening with ideas and possibilities.

I whooped it up and congratulated him on finally being able to cum.  Sam
blushed beet red and grinned like a monkey.

"I wanted to surprise you," he said, still blushing and suspicious that I
was going to tease him somehow.

"Taste it, bro," I said, flashing him an evil grin.

"Ew.  No."

"Dude, I eat my cum all the time.  It's protein."

"Fuck you, dude," he gleefully barked.

I laughed too, then scooped up some of the cum running down my chest and
sucked it off my fingers.  I glanced at Sam, raised my eyebrows, stuck out
my cummy tongue, and swallowed.

Sam was staring at me in horrified fascination, always willing to try
anything I suggested to him.  He wrinkled his nose, then sighed and
shrugged his shoulders, swiped up some of his cum from his thigh, and then
licked it off his fingers.  He turned his face to me and stuck out his
cum-coated tongue, laughing.

I laughed, too.  "Fag!", I said teasingly, then laughed again.

Sam swiped his finger over the car seat and scooped up the rest of his cum
, then tried to shove his glistening finger in my mouth.  I recoiled like
it was sick, laughed, then leaned into it and wrapped my lips around his
finger, sucking it hard to get all his cum in my mouth.  I smacked my lips
and grinned at him.

"It's good, bro!  Nice and strong.  Awesome," I said.

Sam just stared at me wide-eyed.  "Dude, you ate my cum..." he muttered.

"Dude, it's your identity, it's your DNA.  It IS you, basically.  I love
you so much I could eat you up.  And so, I just did, bro" I laughed.

As I was saying this, I was getting my finger slippery with my cum.  Sam's
eyes were glued to what I was doing, and when I reached over and offered
him my finger to taste, he sniffed it first, then gingerly touched the tip
of his tongue to my fingertip.

When he didn't seem to mind its flavor, he ran his tongue up and down the
length of my finger, getting it all.

I snickered at him and repeated what he'd said to me.  "Dude, you ate my
cum."  Sam just grinned.

"Like it?" I asked him.

"I dunno, dude.  Kinda slimey, but it's OK, I guess."

"Now we're even closer than blood brothers, right?  We're cum brothers now.
You taste good, bro."

Sam seemed sort of proud.  He grinned at me with eyes sparkling, then
leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes.  I let him doze until we got
home.

From that day on, we'd frequently slurp up our loads fresh from our cocks.
Sam's cum got stronger and seedier over the next year, until our jizz
tasted pretty similar.  I couldn't get enough of his, and Sam was thrilled
by the notion of jizz-swilling cum brothers.

When Sam was just a few months shy of his 14th birthday, I began thinking a
lot about his ass.  I wondered if he ever played with his asshole when he
was alone, so I asked him one afternoon while we were out skateboarding,
once his school skate buddies had left us to go home.

"Bro, you ever play with your butthole sometimes when you jerk-off?" I
casually asked.

Sam guffawed and said, "No!  Gross."

"I play with mine.  A lot.  Feels amazing, and you cum harder when you've
got something up your butt."

Sam just said "Eww, fag" and laughed some more.

"Dude, I've been playing with my asshole probably almost as long as I've
been playing with my dick," I continued, sensing that the timing was right
for getting Sam horned-up.

"Dude, isn't it nasty?  Touching your butthole?" Sam asked.

"Dude, not if your ass is clean!  Just keep it clean and it isn't nasty at
all.  I love the way my ass fuckin' smells, bro, in fact sometimes I get
off on sniffing my fingers after I've had them in my ass," I told him,
knowing that this would get a good reaction out of him.

Sam cackled in that braying way young teenage boys do.  "Damn, bro, you're
fucking gross!"

I laughed with him, then settled down and told him, "No way, bro, you just
gotta see for yourself.  Next time we jerk-off we'll add some assplay to it
and you'll see what I mean.  I'll show you.  You'll love it, dude."

Sam just laughed some more, but didn't say no.  All I wanted now was to
skate home with him as fast as we could so I could watch him play with his
untouched asshole.

We were both sweaty and pretty stinky from being out in the sun all day,
skating hard.

This brought up another quick-solve problem, so I solved it fast.

"Oh, Mom told me she wants you to shower more often.  She thinks you smell
bad," I told Sam, snickering at him.

He gave a loud sigh and shrugged.  Sam still wasn't using deodorant, mostly
because I never did, and besides, I'd encouraged him not to.  I'd also
taught him not to shower every day, just once a week.  I showered every
other day, but I've always liked the way teenage boys smell.  I liked his
stink, and he liked mine.  I could tell.

"Look, just tell her you'll take a shower after dinner when we get home,
`cause I know she's gonna say something as soon as she gets a whiff of you.
But don't shower until after we hook-up tonight, OK?"

"Yeah," he mumbled.  "Why does Mom turn into such a bitch sometimes?"

"Ah, don't let her get to you.  Mom rags on me all the time about stuff,
too, so you aren't alone, bro."

"Jesus.  We better get going.  Mom's gonna kill us if we're late for dinner
again," Sam said, and so we skateboarded home fast.

I had called Jenny `mom" for years, even "our mom" when talking about her
to friends of Sam's.  Jenny had always been a sort of mom figure to me, and
once Sam and I became best bros, I always thought of her as both my wife
and my mom.  Funny, but it was also kind of hot.

Sam never thought it was weird that I called Jenny "mom".  In fact, he
thought it was weird when I referred to her as my wife.

Jenny seemed to like it when I called her "mom", and increasingly treated
Sam and I as her oldest kids.  She began to assume that Sam and I would be
together 24/7, and even took it in stride when I started sleeping in Sam's
room in a second twin bed I had brought in.

I'd still sleep with her in our bed some nights, but only when I wanted
pussy.  Otherwise, Sam and I shared his room.  Sam was in seventh heaven,
having his best bro for a room-mate and occasional bed-mate -- though at
first all we did was sleep when we shared his bed.

When we reached home and raced into the house, dinner was already on the
table, and the kids were just taking their seats.  Jenny came out of the
kitchen with a steaming bowl in her hands, and welcomed us home.  I kissed
her, and slid into my chair, just as Sam passed her and headed for his.

Jenny screwed up her nose, and as predicted, said, "Oh, Jesus, Sam, you
stink.  Go take a shower this instant, and then come eat your dinner.  You
have got to use deodorant, young man, do you hear me?"

I spoke up and told Jenny to let Sam eat his dinner first, he was starving,
and then we'd shower right after.

"Well, you definitely need one too, Babe, though I'm used to your smell.
You sexy boy..."  Jenny smiled wickedly at me, and that did the trick.  She
let Sam eat his dinner in peace, though the other kids kept teasing him
about how all they could smell was his B.O.

We wolfed down our dinner, and then raced off to the bathroom and closed
the door behind us.  I turned the shower on, and we smoked a joint while
the shower ran for about 10 minutes, then turned it off and hurried down
the hall to Sam's room.  Once behind his closed door, we stripped down and
sat on our beds facing each other.  Both of us were sweaty and grimy from
the day, and our combined scents were strong and skunky.  Our dicks were
already hard and dripping.

I leaned back against the wall and hiked my legs up onto the bed so Sam
could see my exposed asshole.  He was stroking his hard dick while he
watched me intently.  I reached under my leg and started petting my hairy
hole, watching Sam's face react to my every move.

"Lean back, bro, let me see yours," I said quietly.

Sam leaned back and spread his legs wide before bending them and planting
his dirty feel on his bed.  His asshole looked so good, sweat-slicked and
rosy, with a row of dark hair running down both sides of his crack.  It was
all I could do not to lunge off the bed and drop to my knees so I could eat
out his sweet virgin ass.  But I wanted to coach Sam through this slowly,
so we could both savor his new experience.

My cock was dripping so much pre-cum I was afraid I'd lose control and
shoot my load if I kept stroking my dick, just from seeing Sam start to
finger his hole.  So, I let go of it and used both hands to play with my
shitter.

"That's it, bro, feels funny at first, huh?  But the more you get into it,
the better it'll be, you'll see," I told him.

"Dude, your asshole is fucking hairy, bro," Sam said, cracking himself up.

"Hah, yeah," I said, thrusting my hips out towards him so my asshole was
even more exposed.  I was getting off on the idea of Sam seeing it in all
its glory.  I stuck my finger in a little way, then pulled it out and
smelled it.  Sam didn't say a word, but his breathing got faster.

"Ah, fuck yeah, my ass smells so good...," I moaned.  I reached out my hand
to him, offering my finger for him to sniff.

Sam's breathing got raspy, and he gave a sharp, dirty-sounding laugh as his
fist increased its speed.

"Nasty fucker, no way" he muttered, curling his mouth into a lewd smile.

I guess seeing me smell my fingers fresh from my asshole gave Sam
encouragement to do the same thing.  He leaned further back on his bed and
spread his legs even wider.  He was rubbing his hole hard and fast, and I
hissed at him to stick his finger up his ass.

Sam groaned a bit and gingerly pushed his finger into his hole.  He jerked
his body when it slipped in a fraction of an inch, then withdrew it and
looked at his finger, checking to see if it was clean.  It was, and he
brought it to his face and ran his finger under his nose.  He wrinkled his
nose and looked at me, giving a comic grimace before sniffing it again.  He
started laughing.

"Dude, it fuckin' stinks like my ass!" he whispered.  "Wanna smell?"  He
said this as a taunt, a dare, thinking I'd refuse.

I was off my bed and on his before he even saw me move.  His laughter died
down as he held his finger out to me.  I caught his wrist and drew his hand
to my face.  When I got my first whiff of his ass, my cock jerked up so
hard it slapped my stomach, leaving glistening pre-cum on my belly.  Sam
noticed and cackled again.

"Bro, you sure must love my ass!  Look how fucking hard you are, dude!"

When I put my lips around his ass-slicked finger and sucked it clean, Sam
collapsed in over-heated glee, giggling and cackling like a little boy.

The nastier and more daring we got, the hornier Sam was getting.  I
wondered how far I could get him to go.

I gently pushed him backward on the bed, making him lay down flat.  I
dropped to my knees on the floor and spread his thighs wide enough for me
to dip my head down and breathe in the miasma steaming from his crotch.

I was immediately overcome with his scents -- -ball sweat, swampy ass,
meaty dick, teen boy hormones, ripe pits, dirty feet.  It was a heady
stink, reeking of sex and the young male animal.  I was ravenous, and
backed off quickly, not trusting my control over myself.

Sam was mesmerized by my shamelessness.  His eyes were like crystals, shiny
and glass-like.  His breathing was getting more and more shaky.

I got up and sat across from him on my bed again.  Sam raised himself up
and sat staring at my fist pumping my cock.

"You're gonna cum so hard, bro...," was all he could manage to say.

His voice amped me up even further.  I wanted to do every filthy sex act I
could think of so he could watch me do them.  I wanted him to do the same,
even though he didn't know any.  Yet.

"Watch this, bro," I grunted out at him, willing my dick to deflate some.
I was so horny that it took a minute to accomplish, but finally I just
started thinking about Jenny's pussy and that did the trick.  I immediately
started to go soft.  Pussy was the last thing I wanted right then.  It was
Sam I wanted, only Sam.

Once I was soft enough, I leaned back, spread my legs, and began pushing my
cock up my ass.  I got it in quicker than I'd ever managed before, and when
I began fucking myself by pushing my dick in and out of my hole, Sam was
hooked.

"Aw, shit, motherfucker, that's sick!" he said.  "That's fuckin' crazy,
dude!  What's it feel like?"

"Try it!" I panted.

Giggling like a monkey, Sam pushed his dick between his legs and tried to
mimic my actions.  It wasn't working, so I stopped and moved over to his
bed.

"Here, bro, I'll help you," I said, batting his hand away from his cock.

I jacked his dick with a firm grip, but that only got him harder.  I hocked
up a wad of spit and rubbed it over his asshole, then inserted my spitty
finger into him.  Sam gasped when I did that, tensing up.

"Relax, bro," I whispered to him, "Just breathe and relax.  Then I'll help
you get your cock up your ass, dude."

Twisting his full balls to the side, I grasped his dick and pointed it at
his fragrant asshole.  I hocked another wad of saliva onto his throbbing
cock and swirled my fingers around the ridge of his dick head.  I was
driving Sam nuts, just like I'd hoped.

Having my hands on his sweaty hole and his junk simultaneously felt better
than I imagined it would.  His flesh was hot and moist, and his smells were
all over me.

 "Smells so fucking masculine in here, bro," I managed to choke out.

Sam could only snort in response, beyond words now.

I couldn't quite get his dick into his ass, so I gave up on that little
experiment.  There were so many images and ideas flooding my mind that I
didn't know what to do next.

Sam was looking at me with an eager-to-learn-more expression, and I decided
on one last lesson before I shot my load.

I stood up and turned my back to him and then bent over so he could get a
close-up view of my greasy, hairy asshole.  I spread my hairy ass cheeks
and turned my head to glance back at him.

Raising my eyebrows in a silent invitation, Sam knew what I was offering
and scooted forward on his bed.  He leaned into my ass and I could feel his
quavering breath beating on my swampy hole.  When he placed his clammy
hands on my ass and leaned forward, I reached behind me and clasped the
back of his head, pulling his face into my ass crack.

"Bro, smell it, fucking sniff my asshole, dude, get right in there," I
said, barely human.

Sam did as I told him, clearly as out of his head as I was.  He ran his
face up and down my crack several times, inhaling loudly and deeply.

"Fuck, you're nasty, bro," Sam gurgled as he finished up smelling my
asshole.  I was jacking off into the home stretch.

I stood up straight and hauled him up onto his feet, then turned him around
fast and bent him forward at the hips, so I could slide my finger up his
ass one more time.  Sam moaned and sighed, and when I pulled my finger out
I ran it under his nose before putting it into my nostrils and rubbing
inside them.  I wanted Sam's ass scent in every breath I took.

Sam's face split open in a nasty grin, and when I reached behind me and
shoved my finger up my own ass for a few seconds, he watched with an
eagerness I hadn't seen in him before.  He was ready and willing for
whatever.

I again ran my finger under his nose, only this time he was smelling my
asshole, not his own.  When I moved to gently insert my finger up his
nostrils, he laughed breathlessly, but let me do it.

"Now we'll be smelling each other's ass all night, dude," I said.

Sam nodded fast in agreement, still smiling that half-crazed grin.

We were both racing to the finish line, ready to let our jizz cover us.

I blew first, sending a few arcs of hot cum all over his bed.  When the
first rope shot out, Sam opened his mouth in a silent roar, bucked his hips
hard, and let his load fly.  All of it hit me, and as soon as it touched my
flesh I rubbed it into my skin.

We collapsed onto our beds, breathless and spent from our tutorial.

I spoke first.

"See, dude?  I told you it feels awesome, right?"

"Dude....  That was crazy good," he replied.

"Go take a shower, bro, while I open your windows and air out the room.
Fuckin' stinks in here, and Mom will freak out if she smells it.  Then I'll
take a shower, too."

"OK, bro," Sam said, then pulled on his dingy underwear for the trip to the
bathroom.  "Isn't Mom gonna wonder why we took two showers?  She musta
heard the water running from before."

"Don't worry about it, dude.  I'll handle it if she says anything."

That was the beginning of a whole new level to our play time.  I knew now
that I could go wild in front of Sam without him getting spooked.  He was
as nasty-minded as his dad, a real chip off the old block.  I was
exhilarated.

While Sam showered, I came up with an amazing plan for his 15th birthday,
not that far off.  This was gonna be great.