Date: Thu, 21 May 2015 16:09:00 -0400 From: D S Subject: A Man In My Father's Eyes, Parts 1-3 A Man in My Father's Eyes, Part 1-3 (D/s, enema, oral, fingering, fucking, sweat, cum, man smells) By Dionysian It was going to be a killer year for me. I was 16, a sophomore, and had just made my dad super proud by making the varsity wrestling team. Last year I hit a growth spurt and grew almost 6 inches. It was fucking awesome. After being the too-young-looking, short guy in my class for most of my life and definitely hitting puberty late, my dad's genes finally kicked in and I shot up within 2 inches of my pop. Everyone treated me different now - like I was becoming a man - even in the locker room where it was obvious that everything on me had grown a lot. Ha! And because my dad saw what was happening and immediately hooked me up with a trainer at the local gym to take advantage of all the hormones, I now stood at 5' 11", was ripped and lean and was still growing. Dad thought I would beat his 6' 2" at some point soon. I was as proud of the 5 inches of cock that hung soft between my legs now, over a pair of bull balls in a loose, swinging sack. I fucking loved how big my nuts got and how loose the sack was. It all swung around when I walked from the shower to my bedroom and from the lockers to the showers at school. It felt great! I jacked it enough to know that it was a fat 8 inches when hard. Hair had sprung out all over my legs and ass, got thicker and darker under my arms and around my cock, and sprouted over my forearms, even on my knuckles a bit. I even had decent stubble coming in now and just the shadow of hair across my pecs... not really showing much unless it was wet, but I knew it was coming in. After being perceived as a boy too long and being a late bloomer, I was fucking loving it all. I was becoming a man like my pop. Sometimes I forgot to close my bedroom door and he would catch me standing naked in front of the mirror, just smiling and being happy with myself. Once he even caught me with a hard on, swinging my hips and making my new big nuts swing. They still felt 'new' to me. HA! It was cool though. He was cool. He just laughed, shook his head and said, "I told you so!" and walked on. And he was right. He did always tell me so. My whole life. It's just been him and me for a long time. Mom died of breast cancer when I was 5. He never remarried. Said I was his priority now and I was enough. Always told me I 'kept him plenty busy!' We were sad for a long time, of course, but dad got us through it. I don't know what or who got him through it all, but he never failed to be there for me, with me, through it all. And, eventually, it was OK. We were 'normal' again. We hung out together, goofed off, and basically became a team. Of course, as is almost always the case in a guy-only household, we got pretty casual about clothes. Dad had been a wrestler in HS too and an all around athlete most of his life. He was familiar with the locker room, college dorm life, sharing space with his brothers. It just became less a deal without mom around to tell us to get dressed. We would often be lying around in our underwear, or walking naked to take a piss at night or a shower in the morning. Eventually, we barely wore clothes at all around the house. Sometimes in the summer, we would even go out in the back yard, strip and squirt each other with the hose to cool off! I have to say I never grew up being ashamed of my body...only that I was so far behind my buddies for so long. I couldn't wait to be like my dad and every year that my puberty did not come, I would worry I wouldn't ever be like him. He was 6' 2", covered in soft, brown hair, and was built good, but had just a little bit of that soft dad-belly over his abs. I thought it was awesome. I loved the way he looked. All man. Hairy ass that got a bit darker in the crack. He was one of those guys that, when backlit, looked like he had a soft halo of hair all around his whole body, not too much, not too little. I would sometimes stare at his big cock and balls swinging as we goofed off or as he walked down the hall - and then look down at my little spike, frowning. When he saw that, he would just walk over and pull me into his side in a hug, and tell me it will be all right. I would grow soon and my dick would be as big as his. I had my doubts. His cock seemed huge to me, but I felt reassured. For a couple of years when I was younger, because I had stopped growing much, it seemed that when he pulled me to his side, my face was right at hip height, next to his cock. I would turn my head so my nose was practically in his cock bush and his shaft would sometimes brush against my chin. I would breath deep and hug him tighter. He never said anything, but just let me hug as long as I wanted. That manly scent always made me feel... I don't know... safe, I guess. It was dad's scent. But then I started growing again and soon my face was on his belly, looking down at his package, when he hugged me. He caught me again today, just staring in the mirror, again (Ha!). He pushed my door wide open and just stood in the door, watching me. He was just out of the shower, a towel around his waist loosely, his hair still damp and dark and sticking to his skin. I jumped when he laughed and started to cover up, embarrassed, but I could tell he was laughing with me. "Don't cover up, son", he chuckled, "There is no need. Relax. I get it. That is a shitload of change to take in so fast!" I let my hands fall and then flexed everything - in a parody of a bodybuilding pose, letting my cock and balls swing free. It made me feel good when he laughed. I loved to make him laugh. "What do you think?" he said, pointing his thumb at the reflection in the mirror. "I don't know, dad. I'm so fucking psyched that I'm starting to look like a man now, like you." I ran my hands through the hair on my ass and belly, looking at his ass and belly, "but it is so different than just a year ago. Sometimes I don't think it is really me, you know?" He walked over to stand behind me and turned me to the face the mirror again. His hands on my shoulders tingled in a new way for me. I felt the heat of his body behind me, on my back and my ass. He was standing close. I did not know why I was reacting different, but my cock started to plump up a bit. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close to him. I loved the feel of my dad hugging me, his wet hairy chest on my back. It was a moment that imprinted on me forever. He ran his hands all over my chest and stomach, over my thighs, over my hairy ass cheeks, and up over my neck to rub the stubble emerging on my face. It was such a gentle, loving, father's touch. He never stopped looking through the mirror and into my eyes as his hands moved. "Son. Look at yourself. You did this. You sweated and worked and put in the effort." He held my gaze intensely. "You're built because you went to the gym and worked." His hand caressed everything they could reach. "You are a fucking stud because you are genuinely a sweet, caring, thoughtful young man." He pulled one of my arms back to fall over his shoulder, exposing my sweating pit and ran his hand through the hair there and back down my belly. "You did this. You get the credit for this. Don't you ever doubt that this is you and that you earned this." For some reason, him running his hand through my sweaty pit hair, as if it was the most natural and normal thing - a simple acknowledgement that it 'was' - made me love him even more. No making fun. No teasing. No weird sex lectures. Just a moment, a gesture, that said 'men have sweaty armpits full of hair. No need for the weirdness of the world about sexual maturity to make it dirty or nasty. It is no big deal to touch it and, better, it feels good '. No words needed to say all that. I looked up and caught my own face... I don't think I have ever had such an unguarded, genuine smile on my face before that. I was blushing, but I never felt so seen, so loved. It was then that I realized part of what I was reacting to... my dad was not back from his shower. He had been on the way to the shower when he caught me and he was wet with sweat, not shower water. The scent that registered in my head in that moment was the scent of his cock and balls I remembered from when I was pressed to his side in a hug, my nose in his bush - those hugs from my childhood that made me feel so safe and reassured. My cock went rock hard. Eight thick, hard, veined inches vibrated in front of me, a string of prefuck drooling out of the slit. I could feel it slime down my shaft and onto my balls. Dad never flinched. He just hugged me tighter. I moaned a little, and leaned back into daddy, his mouth very near my ear. I could hear the emotion and love in his voice. "I am so fucking proud of you son. You are everything I could want in a son," he whispered, holding me tighter. "You made it. You did it." I cannot even tell you what I was feeling in that moment. So many things ran through my head all at once. The situation was weirdly sensual, primal, but not sexual really. We were not 'having sex'. It was a rare moment of real admiration between dad and son. A thing, even then, I knew that few sons get from their dads. It was complete acceptance. It was real love. It was intimate. It was mind-blowingly meaningful to me. It was a moment when I knew I was becoming a man in my dad's eyes. My cock was so hard it ached and pulsed with my heartbeat. I was suddenly aware of my dad's hard cock pressing along the length of my ass crack. The towel had fallen away and I was so very glad it had. His hard, fat cockhead pressed into the small of my back, connecting us in 'manhood' in some way I cannot really explain. "I love you, Son, and you never have to doubt that, no matter what, I will always love you and have your back." And he kissed my neck. Simple. A father's kiss on his son's neck. "Show your dad what you shoot out of that man's that cock." He took my hand and wrapped it around my shaft and let go after he started me stroking. I moaned and stopped. Locking eyes with him in the mirror. He just hugged me tighter and said. "Go ahead, son.' I stroked about 8 times and then my cock exploded, splattering the mirror with cum. Shot after shot after shot. I moaned and shivered. Dad moaned and I could feel him humping sympathetically on my ass a second before he too came, all over my back and his belly. "Oh, fuck yeah, son! Shoot that man's load! Damn!" He grunted with me as I pumped the last of nine loads onto the mirror and he pumped the last of his across my ass crack. I was shaking, sweating, and nearly crying. It was all so fucking intense and so fucking... perfectly what I needed in that moment. How did he know that? Dad always knew, though. I felt all my self-doubt melt away. I leaned back into his body, breathing deep and getting the musk of TWO men now. I reached behind and pulled his head closer to mine. "Thank you, dad!" His hand wrapped around my cock and slowly stroke up and over my sensitive cock head, rocking my body with the aftershocks of a good cum. He laughed. "You're welcome!" He squeezed my cock once more. "You did almost everything yourself. You can thank me for this though! Big cocks and balls run in the family!" He brought his cum smeared hand up to cup my chin, not even thinking about the cum he was getting on my face. He pointed my face back at the mirror and told me to open my eyes. "You see that fucking hairy, muscled, hung, virile, cum-shooting, sweating, man-smelling mother-fucker in that mirror?" He met my eyes again, "That's my fucking stud son. That's YOU." I pulled him harder into my back, smearing his cock through the cum at the top of my ass and hugged his arms around me as tight as I could. We grinned at each other like idiots - very happy, very loved idiots. A Man in My Father's Eyes, Part 2 Everyone I tell that story to, always thinks that then my dad and I immediately started jacking off together and having sex and all... but it didn't happen that way. That moment together in front of the mirror was amazing and perfect and made me more confident than anything before that. When I think about it now, I realize it was unique and perfect. It was maybe 6 months before anything else happened, and it was not like the first time at all. The next time, it was definitely about sex pretty fast. HA! After the time in front of the mirror with my dad, I was on cloud nine for months. I strutted. I refused to even clean my thick, white cum shots from that night off the mirror. Every time I looked at that mess, it made me smile, stand taller and my cock stand up too. I even started jacking off in front of the mirror in the evening and leaving the door wide open. Dad walked by a couple of times and just leaned on the doorframe and watched for a minute as my fat, 8", pre slicked cock pumped through my hand. He would just say something like "Git it son!", laugh and walk away before I shot more babies across the mirror. I wasn't getting off on myself in the mirror (though, what teen boy doesn't go through a narcissistic moment or two. HA!). I was reliving that moment in the place it happened. He did eventually tell me I needed to clean it. "Clean it off and start over if you want, but clean it." I thought it was the coolest fucking thing ever that my dad would be that cool about it - almost seemed proud of me for it even. Sometimes I imagined he was adding to the mess too, when I wasn't home. Dad did keep me from getting too cocky, but he liked seeing me break out of my shell. My grades got better. I did better on the wrestling team - undefeated after he raised my spirit that day. I had friends over. I went on a date or two and fucked cheerleader pussy once (mostly I didn't have too much time for it, though). I was focused on wrestling and making it. I was still working out at the gym every day and still growing. I had grown yet another inch in 6 months. And that is when the trouble started. I had qualified at the 185 lb weight class at the start of the season - 6' of solid packed, lean muscle. But another growth spurt added another inch by end of season and my workouts kept packing on muscle and I found myself truly struggling to make weight before Championships. My record was freaking awesome and I did not want to have to jump weight classes right before the match, if they would even allow that. I was getting freaked out. I did not want to stop working out - couldn't really. I couldn't really eat too much less either and having to jump rope for hours before the match wasn't really good for the performance, you know? I would be useless for the matches. I told dad that I was really having trouble with the last few pounds before weigh-in at each match... and that's when he said the thing that would end up changing our lives - in a really, really good way... "I used to give myself an enema before a match to clean the last of the food out of my gut and that would mostly work." He pondered this for a moment longer and said. "I used to give them to your mother too when she was a smidge too full to get into the dress she wanted to wear for a night out." He smiled to himself, remembering the dress fitting was mostly an excuse, and unconsciously adjusted his cock. "I always knew that night was going to be..." he stopped suddenly, feeling his son staring at him expectantly, and shook his head out of his memory. "Anyway, that might work." After 10 minutes asking about it and saying 'no way' about 40 times and asking how much it can even lower your weight and being weirded out about sticking something up my ass - which I had never even experimented with until then.... dad just held up his hand and said, "Look, Bud. I don't know if it will work for you or not. They worked for me and your mother and my dad gave them to me when I was wrestling." He shrugged. "You won't know until you try it a couple times. Do you want to make weight or not?" I figured if anyone was going to give me one and I didn't know how to do it myself, my dad would be the only one I would want to. We decided to work out first, working up a good sweat. He said it would relax me and it did. When we were done with that work out, him pushing me extra hard, I was fucking tired and didn't have the energy to be nervous about an enema. I sat on the toilet first and got out as much as I could ahead of time while dad got the hose he used to use on mom out from under the sink and exchanged it with the showerhead. He unscrewed the drain plug (I didn't even know it did that), leaving a big open drain hole. "Ok, son, get naked and get in the tub on your hands and knees with your ass toward the drain end." "Are you sure about this, Dad?" He laughed, "Stop being a pussy and get in the tub. Are you a champion wrestler or not?" I dropped my sopping sweats (I'm am not exactly sure why we never worked out naked too) and knelt in the tub with speed. I am a fucking champion. We were still hot and sweat ran freely across our skin. Dad dropped his sweats as well and knelt down beside the tub butt naked. When he reached back to adjust the water temperature and flow, his sweaty cock was right in front of my face. I could smell the funk coming off his crotch and I started to chub. WTF? I did not know what was getting into me, but it fucking smelled right. Manly. Ripe. Musky. I had always been secretly turned on to my own pit smells after working out and now, in that position, my pits were open and sweating and crawling up my nose with my dad's balls. My cock got hard as rock. I wasn't that freaked about it, of course, as I had been jacking off with my door open for months now and dad had seen me plenty. But it was really, really hard and kind of vibrating in a new way. Something about being down on all fours, my dad's cock dangling in my face, the funky sex smell of two sweaty men in a small room and my asshole being open to viewing... I suddenly had an image of what my dad must be seeing as he bent over the faucet: my sweaty, hairy asshole waiting for the enema hose. I did not know how to react, but I had to admit it... I felt fucking turned on right then. Dad started the hose on a warm easy flow and dropped it on the bottom of the tub while he reached behind him, over the sink. The water splashed on my vibrating cock and balls and I couldn't help it. I moaned. Loud. I kind of dropped my hips down and into the splash a bit more. I felt dad's hand on my back, smoothing through the puddles of sweat caught along my spine, stroking from my neck to the top of my ass and back. "You OK, babe?" Babe? Never called me that before, but my cock liked it, drooling a string of pre to the tub floor. "Yeah, dad. Sorry. I am always horny after a work out and the water was splashing on my balls. Felt good." Dad just laughed and for the second time in my memory, reached under me and wrapped his hand around my thick, pulsing cock. "I can see.", he chuckled, giving me a few strokes. "Good. Enemas always seem easier when you're turned on." He showed me a small brown bottle and pulled the seal off the cap. Setting it on the floor right beside the tub where I could reach it, he said "OK. These are called poppers. If you open the bottle and sniff a little bit of the fumes from it, it will help you relax." He stopped my hand when I reached for them and brought it back to my cock, wrapping his hand around mine and around my cock and gave it a few slow pulls. I gasped. "You do this for a while if you need distraction. Only use the poppers if you really need to... and ask me first, OK?." I nodded that I understood, closed my eyes and moaned a little as I started the slow pulls on my cock he told me to. I was fucking primed, but all that practice in front of the mirror had taught me about edging and holding back. If enemas were going to be like this, I knew I would want them every night! I knew only the half of it... ha! A Man in My Father's Eyes, Part 3 "OK, son. You ready?" I nodded and with that dad ran his hand through my hair and down my back, dragging as much of my sweat as he could to my ass crack. On the third pass his fingers dragged through my trench and over my rubbery, sweat slick hole. I shivered and moaned and had to stop slow stroking my cock. "Oh, fuck, dad." His fingers stayed in my crack, just teasing the outside of my hole, rubbing gently, pushing just a bit at the wrinkled center. One of his fingers pushed into me to the first knuckle. His other hand stroked all over my body, even swiping at my cock and balls as it made its rounds over my body. I couldn't even talk anymore. I just grunted in pleasure every time he fucked that knuckle in and out of my hole. Dad started talking for both of us then. "Yeah, that feel good for you, son? You like my fingers opening that tight little hole?" He was speaking deep, husky - sometimes whispering, sometimes almost growling. "That's right, babe. Relax your hole for me. Open that asshole for daddy. Just like I did for my dad and your mother did for me." He pushed in the first knuckle of a second finger. "That's it. Your fucking hole wants it, doesn't it, son? It wants daddy's fingers in there." the two fingers pushed in deeper, slowly until they were all in. "Little, tight, hairy boy cunt opening just like your mom's would for me." I was in another world. I never heard my dad talk like that and it was fucking hotter than anything I had ever heard. Talking about his dad in his ass and him in my mom's ass. It was nasty and ... perfect. I nodded yes over and over, bobbing my head until I had to turn it to rest on the edge of the tub for support. And there was my dad's big, fat, uncut, veined, 9" cock twitching in the air, gurgling pre, right in front of my face. FUCK! I could smell the pre and the sweat and just breathed as deep as I could. Suddenly, I felt the warm water spray on my hole and push gently into my hole as dad's fingers came out and the hose went in. Oh, my fucking god... when that warm water started to fill me up, my cock pumped 3 thick streams of precum and I moaned loud enough that I was momentarily embarrassed, but couldn't stop. Dad reached under me and caught my last pump of pre and smeared it all over my lips, teasing my mouth until I opened and sucked it off his fingers. I did not know myself... I had never been so turned on... so out of myself and so complete THERE at the same time. "Fuck yeah, son. Fucking slut like your mom. Beautiful, fucking whore slut for dad, just like your mom. Her cunt used to get so wet when the water filled her up. Your cock is dripping just like mine did when she did me, when my dad did me." All this new information was going in and was keeping me turned on like never before. Dad was talking about my mom's cunt, mom in his asshole, him in hers... granddad in dad's ass....Then the hose started to pull out. Suddenly I was aware of all the pressure trying to get out and I clamped down. The shame of what was about to come out hit me. I gasped and looked at my dad, panic in my eyes. He took my chin in his hand and pulled my face close to his, looking directly into my eyes. I felt a finger of the other hand again teasing the lips of my hole. "Just let it out for me, baby.", He whispered, "Its why we're here, right? To get everything out." The way he said 'everything' I knew it was not just about emptying my bowels to make weight. It was about letting it 'all' go. Any shame. Any doubt about something that was just another function of life. Any embarrassment. He looked hard into my eyes as I struggled to hold it in and I knew this was another unconventional life lesson dad was gifting me. "Its all going to be fine, son. Just relax and let it out for me." And with that, he kissed me. I kissed him back like a starving man, sucking his lips, sucking his tongue, sucking the sweat off his goatee. I never knew I wanted to kiss him, but in that moment I could not think of ever having wanting to do anything else. And I let go. The warm water poured out of me, carrying away everything with it and I moaned into my daddy's mouth. I nearly cried as I realized he was breathing in my moan and stroking my back as I released every tension I had. 'There you go, you fucking little ass slut!" daddy yelled, like he was cheering at my matches. "Doesn't that feel good?!" He sprayed the hose over my ass and legs. "It's all going down the drain, baby. Going away forever. Never coming back. And daddy loves you and will always love you." I was mindless and open. My daddy gave me a release I never knew I needed. I was a 6'1", 185lbs, hairy, sweating, man smelling, hard cocked, horny, pre dripping, wrestling champion, he-man... and I was crying like a baby. And I felt fucking STRONGER for it. My dad was a fucking sorcerer. As the hose returned to my hole, and the pressure began to fill me... warmth, expansion, openness... daddy's fingers playing around the lips, stroking my taint, my balls, my cock... even adding my tits in the play... I let out one of those soul-deep sighs that sets your whole body to shiver and shudder and put my cheek back against the cool metal of the tub edge to gaze at my dad's pulsing, pre dripping cock. No more tears. Contentment. He did two or three more cycles of that. I lost track. It was all blending together and all of it was awesome. "Oh, yes. That's MY boy.", Dad whispered. "That's the place you need to go. Just open. Just relax. Just be filled up. Let daddy help you get clean inside." I felt dad work a finger in beside the hose and start to fuck it in and out of my hole. Just when I thought I could not take any more water, the hose withdrew and daddy sunk 2 of his thick fingers al the way into my hole. He began to fuck them in and out of my hole, making me feel every wrinkle of skin over his knuckles, squirts of water escaping with every withdraw and stopping with each plugging of those fingers. "Does that feel good son?" "Yes, daddy. Please don't stop." I sighed. "See? Everything that feels good is fine. The body is a gift to be fully experienced. Your asshole looks so fucking beautiful stretching over my fingers... relax and let the water out... let daddy in..." He kept talking to me like that... soft and reassuring... admiring... and most of all, I could tell he wanted me. He wanted all of me. He wanted IN me. I was truly wanted in every way. I started rocking my hips back to fuck myself on those fingers and he just kept soothing me, like gentling a nervous horse. Before I had released all of the water over his fingers, I became aware that he had three fingers fucking in and out of my hole. I looked at the powerful, thick, drooling daddy cock standing tall from a sweat drenched thicket of black curly hair and I took my dad's cock head in my mouth. The taste of his cock drool exploded in my mouth. I sucked the funk of his balls and tang of his sweating asshole as deeply into my nose as possible. I nursed on the cock that made me even as I felt the hose return to my hole beside 3 fingers now. Filling, filling, warmth, fingers stroking every nerve in my asshole, sucking, sucking, drinking my dad's pre, huffing his scent, bathing in his murmuring, excited when his moans matched my sucking and I knew I drew that moan from him. Water leaving, fingers returning, more, more... 4 now and deep and I had never wanted anything more. "My boy is champ at everything. First time out.", he growled as 4 of his fingers sawed in and out of my hole. "Just like me. Just like granddad. Just like mom. She always opened and begged for my cock in her ass. Begged for my cum shooting in her, just like I begged my dad." I shot and screamed out in intense pleasure as my ass spasmed around dad's fucking fingers. Shot after heavy fucking shot ripped from my piss slit and pelted the tub floor. "Fuck yeah!!" dad yelled and reached down to catch my cum in his hand. He popped my head off his cock head long enough to coat his cock with my cum and shoved my still sucking mouth right back down. I was still cumming and daddy was still full-on fucking four fingers through my hole when his cock exploded and fed me the cum that made me. I had a whole body orgasm. As his cum launched across my tongue, the explosion that was happening in my ass and cock spread through my whole body like an earthquake. I screamed around his cock, unwilling to let it out of my mouth, joining his scream as he fed his boy what he needed. I collapsed in the tub, daddy twisting his fingers as I rolled to land on my back. I smacked my head on the tub and passed out. When I woke up, I was in dad's bed with him. Dry, warm, cleaned. He was snuggled behind me. His arm was around me. I became aware that the fingers of his other hand were still spreading my hole and reached around to feel four fingers shoved in to the base. "You alright son?", I heard daddy rumble behind me. His fingers wriggled in my hole drawing a gasp from me. "I couldn't bear not to be in your sweet fucking hole still." I laughed, "Well, we don't want to lose any progress. Gotta hold that stretch till it takes." I said, repeating something we said at wrestling practice all the time. He laughed too at the joke. Then turned serious. "Sorry about all the nasty talk, son. I hope it didn't freak you out. It comes out of me when I get turned on. You know I love you more than life itself and I would never really think you were any of those things I called you." He ran his fingers across my face, as I involuntarily humped back on those magick fingers. His cock rocketed to hardness against my ass cheek the more I humped back. He moaned with me. I did the thing that seemed the most natural and right thing in the world in that moment, when every fiber of my being was still in alignment with the sensual universe - due to my dad, the sexual sorcerer. I reach down and pulled his finger from my ass and backed up to sink his fat daddy cock deep into my well stretched hole. "Dad, it would be profoundly wrong if I could not be your fucking beautiful, ass whore, cum slut, fuck hole, daddy's boy, begging for your cum in my hole..." I stopped when he started fucking me and I had never felt anything more right in my entire young, champion stud life. He filled me with his cum 3 times that night and I asked him for two more dad loads in the morning. Every load made me feel more powerful, like he was transferring male strength to me. By the last one, I was goading him to stop being so gentle and fucking me like a pussy and lay some fuckin pipe into me. I loved the way it would turn him on when I talked like that. And truth be told, I needed it harder. When I wrestled that morning, I fucking ruled. When I felt my daddy's cum seeping from my hole during the match, I almost hoped it shown in the ass of my singlet. When I adjusted my cup, I snuck my finger back to gather some and smeared it under my nose. With my dad sharing his strength with me nearly every night, I fucking annihilated every match for the next 2 years. I never needed that bottle of poppers that night. It was a couple of months before I did. Part 4?