Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2018 12:18:56 -0500 From: MC VT Subject: Bisexual-Incest - Whiffs Whiffs ©2017 MCVT2017 November 10, 2017 "Take a whiff - does it stink?" A son's personal hygiene class enlightens his father. No penalties/no fines for adults reading erotic fantasies. There are costs for keeping asstr.org up and going. Consider making a donation now! Adult Content: 100% fiction/fantasy, ped, inc, anal, mast, Mb. =============================================================== Every weekend I stayed with my Dad. My parents separated, and there was no way they'd get back together, so I rode the "other house" shuttle every Friday afternoon and Sunday night. It was okay enough, I suppose. But sometimes I forgot some of my stuff and had to wait until the next shuttle to get it back. It was better if they weren't around each other very long or they'd start yelling again. When I got home from school one Friday, I called Dad and told him I was ready. With my skateboard and rucksack stuffed with clean clothes I watched out the window by the door until he drove up. Dad watched me lock the front door and got out to grabbed my stuff and strapped me into the front seat. "I can do that myself, you know. I can read and write and use a cell phone... I'm in fifth grade, remember?" "Stop it! You sound like your mom. Don't want to start the weekend like that." He started the car and we got on the highway. "Can we go to the skate park tomorrow?" I asked. "We're going to the mountain." He answered without looking at me. "Are we going to make a bonfire? Can we cook hotdogs and marshmallows on sticks?" "Nah, we need to talk and I thought some nice scenery would help." "What are we going to talk about? Ecology stuff?" I was still puzzled - we had to go to a mountain to talk? Why did he need scenery all of a sudden? "Your mom and I agreed that teaching you personal care is my responsibility." "Great. More `birds and bees'." I thought. Dad drove through a seafood place and got dinner to go. When we got to his house, I ran upstairs and changed into my sweat pants and a tee shirt. Dad just went to his room quietly and came back in his boxers. Good looking man, my dad; Mom was a beauty. That's why they separated, I think, they wouldn't talk about it in front of me. They both looked like models and Mom had lots of boyfriends, but Dad said he didn't want to date anymore. Though they never said anything, it seemed like they had a fight on the phone recently - I couldn't ask or they started getting upset with me if I did. ... Over dinner, I asked Dad why we needed scenery to talk. I was curious about his sudden interest in the trees and rocks. "Makes me calm." He said, and I wondered. "Why can't talk here? I want to go to the skate park tomorrow." He looked at me for a long time. "We'll see." Dad was a quiet kind of guy, but usually he enjoyed our time together on the weekends, and something was bothering him tonight. "Did you and Mom fight again?" I asked, loading my fried shrimp with catsup. "No, and don't worry about us - we get along well enough." Hmmm. "Are you feeling okay?" I asked. "Yeah. Let's watch some movies after we clean up and you get your bath. Your pick tonight, but no cartoon shit and no more pirates." "Okay!" After cleaning up the kitchen, Dad put on his running outfit and we got my bike out of the garage and cruised our three-mile loop. When we came back, he went to the shower and called me. That was surprising - I wondered if I forgot to flush the toilet again. "Come here. We'll talk now." He put the seat down on the toilet. "Get up here." He made me stand on the top of the toilet seat in front of him. As he pulled my shirt off, then took my shoes and pants off, "Mom told me to talk to you about some things." Dad was so serious. He took my penis and pushed the foreskin back and swiped his fingertip around my glans making me jerk and pull my hips away. Then he took his finger and held it to my nose. "Take a whiff - does it stink?" I sniffed, "Smells like me." Surprisingly, Dad started chuckling. "Yeah, well not everyone likes this smell - especially your mom. Gotta wash this place - well, at least rinse it off every day. Keep it clean. Can you remember that?" I nodded. "Now, about your butt... Stay on the can until you finish, it doesn't matter if you're late for your next class or recess - stay till you're done. Toilet paper's cheap - use enough to wipe all the shit off your ass. Okay?" "Is that all Mom said to tell me?" I thought there might be something difficult coming. "Get in the shower so I can see what you're doing. There's a few more things." We got in the shower, Dad showed me how to wash from the top down and his hands stroked along my body for a long time. He held his breath and pushed his hand down the cleft of my butt, then his fingers found my ass and he rubbed around it for a while and reached around my hips to my erect penis. I closed my eyes, it felt so good, but this was bad touching - well, maybe not too bad. He is my dad after all... Squatting down in front of me, his balls swung, and his erection was full, sticking straight out. He took my penis, pulling my foreskin back, fingered my glans lightly and rinsed. "Easy. See?" He was smiling now, and hugged me against him as we dried off together. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" He asked as I gathered my clothes. "Nah." I didn't say it was really good. ... Dad stayed in his room for a while after our shower, so I made popcorn and found a movie by myself. He came in the living room with a small leather bag and got in his big chair. Patting his thigh, "C'mere, get on my lap." "I'm too big." I went over to the couch where I usually laid down to watch movies. "We need to finish our talk." He pulled the blanket off the back of his lounger. "C'mon. Your mom said to do it." As I approached him, he told me to take off my pajamas. "Just for a few minutes. I'll put the blanket over you." I sat on his lap sideways and he handed me the remote. "Keep the volume down." He covered my legs with the blanket and pressed my head against his shoulder. He pressed me against his chest. "Your body's changing... Mom says there's spots on your sheets. That means you're body is starting to grow up and fluid comes out your penis at night when you're asleep. Your body is having some special dreams - practicing for being an adult." He unzipped the little bag and stuffed it down on the seat beside him, and pulled me close. When his right hand nudged my thighs apart, I gave him a frown. "This won't hurt. Watch your movie." He kissed my hair and I felt his hand digging around in the bag again, but I couldn't see anything. "What are you going to do?" "Touch you gently." His fingers found their way to my groin. "Mom tells you not to touch yourself. Right?" "She says it'll fall off if I touch myself too much." "That woman!" He chuckled. "A penis can't fall off anymore than your nose can because you have a cold and have to wipe and blow all the time." He held me closer, silently while his fingers rubbed some slippery stuff on my penis and my scrotum under the blanket. "It won't fall off if you touch too much. The trick to enjoying your body is to clean up after yourself, it's your private business so don't leave any tracks and she won't bother you." He fondled my testicles, squeezing a little. "These are going to make more liquid soon, and you have to wipe up after it comes out. It's not nasty, just part of growing up and getting ready to be a dad or a boyfriend... let's see what's happening. Okay?" I nodded and squished myself against him harder. I liked his affection. Good touches! He pressed my head against his chest and kept gently touching. On the screen, I found some documentary about Antarctica, but I kept my cheek on his chest while he kissed my hair and his fingers gently rubbed and pulled on my penis and scrotum. Examination by touch, I supposed, and it felt slippery-licious and made me kind of tingle it felt so good. My dick got so hard I thought it might split open when he kept rubbing. His thumb rubbed under my penis and I jerked a little, but Dad just held me tighter and sighed again. When his fingers went between my legs, I tensed. He pushed my legs apart again and his middle finger rubbed the slippery stuff on my ass. My whole body was tense. Washing my ass was hygiene - this was something else and much better. "Dad..." "Shhh." He held me close and rubbed his face on my hair. "Relax." He rubbed my asshole, and I tried to relax. Gradually, with more pressure, the tip of his finger was almost inside me, and it felt weird, but my penis was hard. "Rub my penis again." I whispered. He wrapped his fingers around my short shaft gently and very lightly. "Look at me." Dad whispered. I leaned my head back, and he looked at my face while his hand began squeezing and tugging on my penis faster. My body began tensing and my hips jerked. "Oooh." It felt so good, and his hand continued gently stroking and gently tightening around my penis then he began squeezing and moving his hand fast! For a moment, I thought I was going to pass out it felt so good, and I looked up at Dad - to see he was smiling, and then leaned over to kiss my cheek. Letting the remote control drop, I put my arms around his neck and kissed him under his ear. But he lifted my chin, leaned over and kissed my lips, lightly. Putting both arms around me, he kept me close for a long time. Then, he put his finger on my glans and swiped the droplet of liquid and put it on his tongue. Dad held me close to him for a long time, thinking. I kept watching him. "Now I want you to masturbate for me." "That's what you did?" I rubbed my face in his neck. "Yeah. Painful, huh?" He chuckled. That stumped me for a second, but I grinned when I figured out it was a joke. ... Dad put on a foreign movie about fiords and wild strawberries. He took his boxers off and sat in his chair and patted his thighs. This time I straddled his lap facing him. "What's this stuff?" I asked and reached for the little leather pouch. It had some personal lubricant - the slippery stuff, a few condoms, and a tiny tube numbing gel with a picture of a crying baby on the front. "What's that for?" I held up the small tube of gel with the pointed applicator. He took the little tube around my hips and touched the tip of it to my asshole. My eyes opened wide. "A lot of men like anal stimulation - they like things in their butts. Makes me cum like Mt. Vesuvius." He dropped the tube back in the bag and his hands caressed my hips and waist. "When you feel really good, that's an orgasm, and when you're big enough, semen comes out your penis when you have an orgasm. When you get big enough to make children, you'll have sperm in your semen. You may have some sperm in there now." He squeezed my balls. "Until we showered, I didn't realize how much of a man you've become. God, you're so beautiful - perfect body. Proud of you." His hands squeezed my butt cheeks, pulling them apart. "Will you stroke yourself for me? I'd like to see you touch yourself and cum for me." His hands held my face and he kissed me lightly on my lips again. Maybe I blushed, but I looked away. We were silent for a few moments. I wasn't ready to be watched, so I didn't move. "Do you want to watch me?" He asked. "Watch me and rub yourself that might be easier." I nodded. I felt awkward - this was new to me. He pushed me back a little and pulled his penis up between us. It was big and hard. "If you rub yourself too much, you'll get chapped. Get some lotion or stroke off in the shower with the soap and water." He dropped some of the lube on his palm. I put my finger in the liquid coming out his slit. It was slippery and made a string between my finger and his slit. Dad put one hand at his balls and pressed them against mine and smiled. Smearing the lube along his shaft, he began stroking himself all the way up and down, pulling his foreskin all the way back - showing his big, purple glans. His penis made more fluid, and he rubbed it along his shaft. With his eyes closed and his body occasionally twitching and hunching, he reached over to my penis and gave me a few strokes, then took my hand and put it on the head of his erection and rubbed it just a little. "You can touch and help me cum." He whispered, watching my face. Dad watched my face and his hand helped me understand how to rub him. He let me inspect his foreskin - it was soft and stretchy, but not for long. When I stroked Dad, some man-magic happened. "Ahhnn-uhnn." Dad's cum started jumping against my palm and down his erection. His eyes were shut and his faced was tense like he was in pain. I felt his hips jerk under my thighs and watched as he concentrated; his face tight and his chest inhaling and exhaling fast. His semen came out hot, but cooled off quickly. It smelled like chemicals. It first jumped out, then just dripped, but every stroke brought more up his shaft and out the little slit. Closely watching him, I could see him finally begin to relax and smile. After a big sigh, he opened his eyes, grinning a little. He lifted my cum-covered palm to his lips and licked it, then offered me a taste. The smell was strong; so was the taste. "I'm gonna do that?" "Yeah, when you're bigger. That's what I put inside your mom to make you." Then he pulled me against him tightly, squishing all his cum and our penises and chests together. He kissed me all over my face while his hands went to my chest to my nipples. My penis got harder and twitched when he did that. He kept rubbing my skin and kissing my hair for a long time, and I didn't mind - it felt good when he held me and kissed me. Usually he just patted my shoulder and said something like "good job." Finally he held my face and kissed my lips lightly. "Better clean up, this stuff turns to glue when it dries." He was smiling and patting my butt as we went to the bathroom. "Wanna watch my tele tonight?" Dad asked, and my heart jumped. I hated being so alone in the guest room. "Are you going to give me another talk?" I asked, wondering if there was anything else - this "talk" business was getting better. "If you want." He winked at me and kissed my forehead. ... We watched the crazy wrestlers stomping around the ring and acting goofy, yelling and cussing. Mom never let me watch wrestling. But I got bored and looked for something else, that's when I found Dad's porn. He didn't stop me, but watched me as I was transfixed with the bodies and what they were doing. One man was shoving his big penis in the other man's butt. "Doesn't that hurt?" I asked. "Takes a minute to get used to it, but always makes me cum harder." "You do that?" "Yep, as often as I can." He was grinning. "Am I gonna do that?" I'd fallen on my butt when I was skating and it hurt, so I wasn't sure about some guy beating into my rear with his hard penis. "Don't know, but you'd probably like someone playing with your ass. Most men do. But that's for older guys." Dad said and turned off the lights, opening the curtains just enough for a little light from the street. "Will you sit on my lap again? I liked that." He said. He leaned against the headboard and welcomed me with his arms. "Let's see if a little ass play will make you cum for me. The gel will make it easy." Wanting more affection, I sat on his lap with my calves along his thighs and he pulled me against him, stroking my skin and whispering how good this would feel. He pulled the little tube out of the leather case and handed it to me. "Open it and hold the lid for me." Taking the tube, he watched my face as he rubbed my ass. "This won't hurt." He kept his eyes on my face. Then, he put two fingers over my anus and spread my cheeks. The rigid, pointed tip entered me a little and I felt the cold gel; Dad continued squeezing as he pulled it out. He handed the tube back to me, "Now, get the lube out and put some in my hand, and some in your hand." Dad's chest occasionally jerked, but he pulled me against him as he nestled his hand between my legs and began rubbing along my cleft. "Lift your knees near your chest. Grab me around my neck, but let me see your face." Dad whispered, and when I did the tip of his little finger went inside me. "Does that hurt?" "No." It felt funny - partly numbed. His finger was exploring around inside me. "Look at me." He whispered and wiggled the tip of his finger inside me. Dad watched my face as he explored, and for some reason I started feeling a tingling deep inside me, somewhere around where Dad was rubbing. My mouth fell open and my hand grabbed my erection, the lube made it feel slippery and easy. "Cum for me - make yourself feel good." Dad whispered and continued watching my face; I think I looked kind of desperate for something and I wasn't sure what. This felt better than anything I'd ever felt in my life. He continued rubbing inside me; his eyes on my face. My breathing got faster and my mouth fell open wider at all the new sensations happening. I stopped breathing; my skin got hot. "Daddy!" I couldn't hold back, but gripped my shaft hard and stroked fast. But it only felt good for a few moments. Then my body fell into a limp heap in my father's arms. He was smiling and pressed his lips to mine as he pulled his finger out of me and patted my ass. "I think you liked that." He kissed my lips a little longer and told me I was beautiful. "Will you do that for me again?" He whispered in my ear. "Will you help me again?" I asked. Then he gave me a long kiss and licked along my lips and sneaked his tongue into my mouth. "Anytime you want." When I lay my head on his shoulder, "That was really good." We were quiet for a long time. ... "Sorry I was angry when I picked you up." He whispered. "Why were you mad?" "When your mom said you needed some help with your body, it made me feel old and that upset me - I don't want to get old." I didn't know what to say - I couldn't stop growing up. I felt his hand in my hair, "I didn't realize that when you got older you kinda, well, you looked more like me, and acted and talked like me... " He chuckled. "Never expected that - but it's good, and you have such a beautiful body." He paused to gently grab my butt and squeeze. "You brought me some other things I never thought about before... You're a great kid and I'm glad you're bigger now, and even if I'm older, in a funny way, it makes it all even better." I wasn't sure what he was really saying so, "Can we go to the skate park tomorrow?" "Yeah, we'll make lunch and stay all afternoon. Okay?" Laying me carefully beside him, we fell asleep. Fin.