Date: Sat, 19 May 2018 23:44:58 -0400
From: thebearwriter <thebearwriter@protonmail.com>
Subject: Dad's Dirty Underwear 03 (incest, urination)

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*****

The Sun had started to rise and I was already awake holding Dad's
jockstrap, still starstruck by what happened yesterday, and by how
quickly he opened up to me. It shouldn't have been too surprising
considering the incest entries in his browser history, but one can
never guess how someone will react when presented a chance to fulfill
their taboo fantasies.

I was dying of curiosity to find out what the next steps would be for
us, and my limp cock got harder and harder as I imagined numerous
scenarios for this morning. Perhaps I could hand him his jockstrap,
hold it as he grabs it then push his arm for a kiss? Or even sit with
him and just slide it to him above the table with bed eyes. Then I'd
fuck him right there. Suck his nipples, fuck his ass. Or I could just
wing it, go with the flow.

The time spent on thinking about all the different outcomes made my
cock ache to be stroked again. This wouldn't be the first time I'd cum
for Dad since our sexy dance last night. Last night at first I
considered cumming on his jockstrap directly, like some sort of
tribute, but it was better to preserve Dad's original scents. No doubt
this was for one of his clients, so I was glad I did some QA before
shipping. Besides, I have my own order to arrive sooner or later,
anyway.

After I came and cleaned my cock with my old cheesy sock, the one I've
been using for about half an year now without ever washing it up, then
I got up, wore a comfortable shirt and shorts, put his jockstrap in my
pocket and went to the kitchen.

After I opened the door of my bedroom I was immediately hooked by the
smell of bacon and eggs. In the kitchen I found Dad handling the
sizzling pan, with a plate containing some fresh buttered toasts on
his side. I poured myself some of the coffee that was already on the
table and sipped some of it on my way to the other side of the
counter, where Dad was. The coffee was burned and bitter, which forced
me to add a couple spoons of sugar. Someone wasn't paying attention to
his duties, I thought.

And Dad still had not noticed my presence.

I had no intention to surprise Dad at all, but it happened
nonetheless.  After I put my hand on his shoulder he jumped to the
side and launched a slice of bacon in the air right to the floor.

"Eek, Adrian, don't scare me like this!"

I got beside him and squinted at his face. "Jeez, Dad, what's these
bags under your eyes? Did you not sleep well?"

Dad put the pan on the stove and grabbed the slice of bacon with the
tip of his fingers, threw it away, then went to the fridge to fetch a
new slice to try. "I'm good, I'm good, it's just the hangover."

"Really? Because I'm used to you waking up at noon in situations like
this, and yet here you are standing in front of me at eight."

Dad shook his head. "I'm fine, really. Woke up too early today and
couldn't get back to sleep. This breakfast will make me feel better
real quick, you know that."

I nodded. "And as a plus it helps maintaining that body of yours," I
said, tapping his belly in jest. He laughed and smiled timidly at me
but his jerked his body away in a pure reaction to my touch.  "Anyway,
can you make one for me as well? I'm starting to warm up to it."

Dad raised his head and stared at me. "What is with asking the
obvious? Have I ever forgot that?"

"Just being extra sure," I said, giving him a pat in the back, "you
already burned the coffee."

"You know, Adrian, you could move your lazy ass and help me as well,
couldn't you?"

"Easy there, pal. There's only one stove, and you're piloting it.  And
besides, I wasn't really complaining. Coffee is actually delicious."

"Oh, is it?"

I nodded. "Seriously. The way you burned it gave its flavor such an
edge.  The aftertaste is remarkable and strong, and it lingers in the
mouth."

"Hmm. That's exactly how burned coffee tastes."

"Truly a result of a thoughtful brewing method created to extract the
best flavors, you won't-"

"Knock it off, Adrian," he said, laughing, "and make us some juice,
for fuck's sake."

Besides the light and humorous opening of the morning, there was one
thing bothering me: Dad was avoiding looking at me in the eyes for
anything longer than an instant.

After we finished everything we sat down to eat. Dad was distracted
looking at his phone, which isn't uncommon for him, so I broke the
silence: "You know, you put up a good show last night."

Dad's thumb had frozen in place on his phone. "Yeah."

"I found that really fun."

"Did you indeed?" He put his phone down and proceeded, "Adrian, I
wanted to talk about it this morning. I feel like I should apologize
to you."

"Apologize for what?"

"I exploited you. We got ourselves drunk and I used the situation in
my favor for, you know, egoistic reasons, and I feel bad for
that. You're my son, and that was wrong."

"Wait, wait, wait," I stopped to recollect my thoughts and think of a
good strategy to not ruin my own fantasy. "I was fully aware of what
happened, and I don't regret it one bit. We weren't _drunk_ drunk, it
was more like light headed."

"But the wine might have given you courage. Hell, it gave ME courage,
Adrian."

"Oh. So what?"

Dad sighed and turned his face to his side. "Listen, it's not like I
didn't enjoy it. I did, I had fun, but things happened way too fast
and what we did should not have been done."

Sigh, to hell with his remorse now. He already gave the first step,
why not go all the way, then?

"So that's because we're related, then."

He nodded. "Kind of, yes."

"Well, no arguing against that. But we're both consenting adults and
we both dig each other's bodies," I shrugged, "it only felt natural."

Dad laughed, still not daring to face me. "I don't think you can call
what we did yesterday natural. And for the record, I never said that
I, in your own words, dig your body. Not in the sexual way."

"As if you needed. I remember how you looked at me yesterday."

Dad's face had gone pale all over but his blushed cheeks, and he
turned his face to me for the first time in this conversation.
"Adrian, I-I'm just confused. Let's just not talk about this for a
while, okay?"

I sighed. "Fine for me, Dad, I'm ready whenever you are."

"Thanks, Adrian, I really appreciate it."

"No pressure. Just try to get the incest thing out of your head," the
taboo word gave him visible shivers, "no one needs to know what
happened, and we're both adult men."

Dad took a while to nod, but didn't say anything else after. Perhaps I
had gone too far by standing my ground but in my defense he did say he
liked it. I even dare to say he liked even more exactly because it was
his son, but he was too embarrassed to admit for now.

After the discussion was settled I had finished my meal, so I quietly
got up and moved out of the dining room.

*****

Knock, knock. "Hey, Son?"

Dad was at my bedroom's door. I imagined he wouldn't dare to enter
after what we discussed about an hour ago, so I didn't feel pressured
to dress up again.

"Yes, Dad?" Part of me wanted to let him in and greet him with my
stiff cock, hoping he'd succumb for his desires, drop on his knees and
suck it, but I was almost sure he wouldn't fall for it.

"I'm doing laundry now, do you have any dirty clothes for me?"

"Nope, Dad, I'm okay." What an odd question, he could find all my
dirty clothes in a basket in the bathroom already.

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

A few seconds have passed. "Huh, Adrian? Have you by chance found one
of my pieces of underwear?"

"Shit, Dad, no. What was it, a sock, jocks?"

Seconds of silence. "Ah, never mind."

"You sure?"

"Sure, sure."

I had no idea if I would ever get another chance to get things real
with Dad again, so like hell I would give away the ripe jockstrap he
kindly left behind, the same one I was holding against my nose.  No,
that was my consolation prize. Even though I had my own batch crafted
just for me coming by mail, this one was special, almost a souvenir,
of our first night as a couple.

Also, It's not like Dad didn't know I had it. Underwear simply does
not vanish in the air, as far as I know.

*****

"So how is college, Honey?"

I was having lunch at Mom's with Dad. A few days have passed after
that night and we were having our habitual family gathering at
Saturdays.

"Nothing interesting so far, you know how the first weeks are like."

"You're back at the internship too, right? I guess it's no free time
for the wicked! You gotta work, Honey, you gotta work."

"You do know I'm not fifteen anymore, right? When will end that
shtick?"

She laughed. "When I'm dead."

"Not too long, then."

"Hey!" She slapped me in the hand, and we both laughed. My mother,
Erin, was always the person with the most up-beat personality between
us. I think this is part of the reason why she and Dad are still
friends even after the divorce. She handled his coming out
surprisingly well, and got over it fairly quick, to the point she was
Dad's maid of honor in his marriage with Mark, with a contagious smile
in her face.

We were chit-chatting about Mom's new boyfriend, Alex. Apparently he's
slightly younger than her - he's 34, she's 39 - but is a surfer and
has such a tan that Mom sweats just to think about it. "I love when he
comes smelling like the sea", she said. Alex is a lucky man, to be
honest, to hung up with someone as beautiful as Mom at her age, with
her pear-shaped body, big and fat butt, medium and firm breasts and
dark caramel straight shoulder-level hair.

Dad was silent for the majority of the conversation, his eyes more
focused in his plate or his hand. He had avoided me most of this week,
making our regular dinner together quite awkward. By Thursday I ended
up eating on the couch in the living room to ease up the air for both
of us. We didn't have any conversation without him avoiding crossing
eyes with me, so by Friday night I gave up and called my ex Evelyn for
a night out to have some beer at a local bar to relax.

"So, I've been told you're venturing in other kinds of sex and
pleasure, Adrian."

Oh, right. I figured Dad would spill the beans before I could get a
chance to tell her myself. Now the only question that remains is: what
exactly did he tell?

I looked at Dad with a raised brow, then again at Mom. "Huh, what?"
Dad was gasping for air as he grabbed the edge of the table."

"Leandro told me you're - surprise! - also into men."

I sighed. Dad had relieved the tension in his hands and sipped the
last of the wine in his glass. For a brief moment I thought he had
told Mom about our little dancing night.

"Surprise? So you suspected?"

"Not really, but see, your Dad didn't show any signs when we were
married, so I take it you inherited his ability to blend in."

"Which signs were you expecting? Dad whistling to some random male ass
while you two were strolling together in a park?"

Mom giggled. "Hmm, no, but that would've been helpful."

"And how about you, Dad? Have you ever suspected I'm also into men?"

Dad repeatedly looked at our faces. "I'm with your mom, Adrian.  I
mean, you always came and talked to us about some girl you had a crush
on. How would we know?"

"I wouldn't, that's for sure!" Mom answered, raising her glass, "but
you know, the apple doesn't fall far from-"

"The tree," me and Dad completed her phrase in chorus. "Dad told me
you'd say that,", I added.

"Leandro knows me well." Mom had wet her finger in her mouth and
rubbed it on the rim of her glass, staring at Dad. "It's almost as
if... we have a connection, you know?"

Dad blushed. "Surely you're not hitting on me, right Erin?"

Both laughed together. "Yeah, I'm not enough for you. You only have
eyes for Eddie, for Jaden..."

"Wait a minute," I interjected. "Who are Eddie and Jaden?"

"Web developers, they work for me. Your Dad can't get his eyes out of
them!"

"Oh, really. How curious."

"Ahem," Dad coughed. "Why are you two talking about me? It's Adrian
who's news today. Erin, please hand me the bottle of wine, please."

"Here you go, party pooper." Mom handed him the wine, and he as usual
poured a bit more than he should. Dad always tried to cure his
awkwardness with wine. "But you're right. Adrian, now that we're at
it, what's your type?"

You know, if there could be a way to break the wall of ice between me
and Dad, Mom would be the perfect person to help. If only I could know
the extent of the help she would give...

"Didn't Dad tell you that too?" Dad blushed and stared at the floor
beside him. "Gimme a stocky and hairy dude and I'll be happy all
night."

"Oh, so you fancy a Daddy yourself? So we have similar tastes, I can
see you inherited that from me," she said, staring at Dad.

I laughed. "Yeah, kind of." I always knew Mom was quite outgoing but
the way she approached the subject and the timing was flawless. It was
as if she was rooting for me. Or rather, for us. "So what else did Dad
tell you?"

"That you and Evelyn were at odds, that you wanted to try some new
things and she wasn't on the same boat, and that's why you were
unhappy. That was the gist of it."

"Right."

"And that you struggled to tell him you wanted to get fucked in the
ass." She and Dad cackled in unison. "I'm almost died in laughter when
your Dad told me! Can you imagine, Evelyn putting on a harness and
telling 'get on all fours now'? Unbelievable!"

"Heh, True. Evelyn looks far too restrained to do such stuff," Dad
added.

"So I see you two have been having fun at my expense. What else have
Dad told you, Mom?"

"Only that, I promise," Dad answered, crossing his fingers and kissing
them. "Everything else is still between us," he added, giving me a
firm and complicit look.

"There's MORE? Come on, honey, I NEED to know. Tell me everything."
Mom pushed her chair closer to me, put her elbow on the table and
rested her head in her hand.

Me and Dad shared looks again. Dad rolled his eyes, smiled, drank more
wine and licked his lower lip.

"Well... should I tell her, Dad?"

Mom had switched her attention from me to Dad. "Tell her what?"

"You stuttered," said Mom. "What did you hide from me? I want the full
report!"

"Dad?"

Dad finished his now third glass of wine. He rolled his eyes again,
looked at me in the eyes then waved his hands. "Your choice. She'll
handle it."

"You sure?"

"Sure, I know Erin."

"Sure about what?" She asked, seemingly confused about the
conversation between us two.

I studied Dad's face. He wasn't very good at poker faces but maybe it
was the wine giving him courage to give up to his desires again. Yet,
as brave as Dad might've looked, I didn't want to give him another
chance to blame the wine over what ever his actions might be. Mom was
giving me another chance at seducing him and I still had no idea how
much she knew, so it was better to play safe.

"Okay, Mom. Me and Dad have the same fetishes. We talked about things
like golden showers and etcetera."

Mom's jaw dropped as she slowly turned to Dad. "Are you two serious?
Leandro?"

Dad shrugged. "It's true, we talked about that."

"And why didn't you tell me that too, you son of a bitch?"

"Erin, let's give Adrian at least SOME privacy, shall we?"

"And what difference this little extra fact would make? For me, even?"

"What do you mean 'for me'?" I asked.

Mom turned herself again to me. "Well, honey, me and your Dad used to
do just that."

"What."

"Yeah. I used to piss on his mouth, he used to piss on me, among other
things."

"WHAT."

God damn it, this whole family is incredible. To think that Dad and
Mom engaged in the same kinks I'm already into! Made me wonder what
else we had in common, considering how much we matched up until now.

"And you tell me this with THAT straight face?"

"Well, you and your Dad already talked about that, so I thought this
would be on the same level. Was I wrong?"

"Not one bit, Erin," Dad nodded, "not one bit."

"And have you," Mom said, turning herself to me, "had the chance to do
this, Honey?"

"Not really. Like I said, Evelyn wasn't willing to try it out, and as
you know, we broke up recently. I still haven't met other people."

"Then you're missing out, Son. Me and your mother know of some places
you can find what you want."

"Indeed," Mom added, "there's a club we used to go to together.
They're all fetishists there so you might fit right in."

"You need to be referred by someone in the club, though", Dad pointed.

"I'm pretty sure my membership has expired by now but they might still
consider you as a member, Leandro. Perhaps you can bring Adrian along
one night. What do you think, honey?"

"Oh, that'd be sweet. What do you think, Dad, would you take me
there?"

Dad sat relaxed in his chair with blushed cheeks and an innocent,
alcohol-induced smile, listening idly. Both the wine and Mom's shimmer
had dispelled the nervousness towards the subject. "Perhaps, if you
are a good boy."

I raised my eyebrow to him. "And what should I do to be a good boy?"

Dad tossed his dishes to me, along with an empty bottle of wine, and
said "you can start by doing the dishes for us and bringing me and
your Mom some more wine!"

Mom nodded. "Yes, honey, be a good son and do that for us, okay?  Do
that and _Daddy_ might bring you to a naughty club!"

I got up and piled the dishes up. "With rewards like these, how could
I ever say no, right Dad?"

"And no more drinking for you, Adrian. You'll drive us home later."

*****

It was a 30 minute drive from Mom's house to ours, and Dad was dozing
off in the passenger seat, quietly taking a nap with his head leaning
on the car window, which gave me some peace to digest everything that
happened this lunch. Actually, in retrospect, ever since I told Dad I
was bisexual things kind of snowballed from there. He even opened up
about his own kinks for me, which was unprecedented in our
relationship.  The cynical in me wanted to believe there were more
pieces in the board but me and Dad, but we'll see.

First off, Dad definitely had a thing for me, or at least for the
whole incest play. Hell, looking back at the videos he had in his
browsing history, most of the actors playing the son looked a lot like
me!  Once he heard I had a crush on his body - or rather, to be
specific, on men with bodies like his - he leaped to his desires quite
quickly, showing me almost all of his erotic capital: hairy belly,
sweaty ass, muscles. He made sure I'd notice it, otherwise he wouldn't
dance so sensually for me that night.

I don't think he was ready to cross that line as I was, though,
considering the conversation we had in the next morning, but at least
he didn't close the door entirely. His interest was still there, that
I was sure of.

Then I got back to normal life, college and work, which actually
worked in my favor because after that morning it was good for both to
have some time away from each other.

Enter Mom in the equation. I'm still not sure where she fits, but the
conversation he had earlier during lunch was both too convenient and
ambiguous. Mom knows how to calm Dad down like no one else.  In this
sense, they're truly the perfect couple... if only Mom were of the
opposite gender, but I digress. Good for me, in the end, since now I
got another shot at approaching Dad because I'm pretty fucking
confident Dad still wanted to have sex with me.

For a while I considered pulling Mom over to a side to confess what
happened.  If it were any other day I wouldn't be sure of how she
would react but this lunch convinced me that Dad had briefed her about
at least _something_. I had the feeling she'd be more welcoming to the
prospect of sex in the family than most mothers would be, and would
set things in motion for us quicker than I ever could, but in the end
I decided not to.

Because this game of seduction was far too interesting to ask for
help. Consider me stubborn.

"Did we arrive yet?"

"Halfway there, Dad." I wished he had slept all the way home. I
usually don't get too many opportunities to admire his body because
Dad doesn't tend to nap in common rooms, so this only added to my
horniness and thirst.  He wore a jeans shorts real tight on his thighs
and crotch, making the shapes of his bulge quite visible to me. I had
held the impulse to not grope him right there while he slept for as
much as I could but in the end I wasn't strong enough and placed my
hand delicately on his thigh and smoothed it slowly.

If he felt that or not, I had no idea. Anyway, I took my hand off
before he woke up, so no damage made.

"You know, you sounded just like me when I was a kid and we were
traveling," I added.

Dad yawned and stretched his arms. "Now you know how irritating it is.
That's your punishment for pestering me with the same old 'are we
there yet' every ten minutes."

So he still held the good hum our from lunch.

We laughed together.

"Hey, Dad, thanks for the lunch."

"You're welcome. Wait," he pondered, "for what?"

"For the whole thing, really. Past days have been awkward between us
so I was glad to see you relaxing a bit."

"Oh." Dad turned to the window, then faced me again and smiled,
"Thanks, Son."

"That thing about the club was serious, right?"

"It was."

"So you'll take me there?"

Dad breathed heavily. "I think so, that could happen. I'll see if they
still consider me a member."

I looked back at him, and we crossed stares. "So is everything good
between us now?"

"Yes, we're good. Unless," he added, "you mean-"

"Yup."

Dad sighed, and turned to the car panel. "Adrian, we're good as dad
and son should be, but I still don't know about this.  I know I had
overreacted back then but in my defense I freaked out when I woke up
and remembered what we did."

"Yes." I giggled. "I figured as much."

Dad knocked me on the arm. "Quit laughing, we're serious here," he
said, smiling.

"Alright, alright. I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you or
anything, I just want you to know that it's alright to me."

Dad clenched his legs together, and I noticed he gazing at my legs for
a split second. "Right. Anyway, to be honest, I got carried away
because we were both into the same things, and after the wine things
got steamy I was in such a high to fulfill that fantasy of taboo that
I didn't think with my head straight."

"Cough cough. With the wine, I'm not sure you could."

We both laughed. "Indeed, Son, indeed."

"So how are you now, how are your feelings?"

Dad pondered for some seconds. "I don't know."

"Okay."

"Sorry, Son, I-"

"No, Dad, It's okay, it truly is. You should do only what you want to
do."

"No, Adrian, let me finish. I mean, I liked our night together, and I
think you're super hot and handsome," hearing that from him made my
cock immediately jump, "but my mind is still clouded by so many
things. I don't know."

"Heh," I said. Should I have concealed my boner? I wasn't sure Dad
would notice, anyway, so I let it be. "I'll take it. Whatever happens,
happens?"

Once again Dad pondered for some seconds. "Whatever happens, happens."
He reached out to shake my hand.

"Dad... I'm, you know, driving."

"Pussy. You could have one hand on the wheel for a second," he said,
pulling his hand back.

"Anyway, now that we're here: out of respect, gotta tell you, you have
the best ass in town."

Dad laughed loudly. "Not that you have seen many."

"Hey! I have seen many on the Internet."

"Not the same thing."

We laughed together then kept ourselves silent. I turned the radio on
low to have some music as background and we continued talking about
trivialities until we arrived home. Dad sat on the couch and stayed
there looking at the ceiling, contemplative, while I went straight to
my room. Everything considered, we were on good standing in the end. I
pulled my cock out to relieve the ache from being trapped in my shorts
and masturbated to settle my horniness, but I got interrupted by Dad
knocking on the door.

"Adrian, can you come to my room for a sec?"

That took me by surprise. Usually when Dad wanted to talk about
something he'd just enter my room or summon me to the living or dining
room.

"Adrian?" He said again.

"Huh, yeah, Dad. Be there in a sec."

I gave my cock a few quick strokes and quickly changed clothes to wear
something lighter. I just hoped I wasn't overthinking and imagining
things.

Anyway, I wore his jockstrap as underwear, in case things were,
indeed, what I was imagining.

The door to this bedroom was wide open and he was sitting at the edge
of the table with a package in his lap. "Sit here," he said, tapping
on the bed.

I sat by his side and inspected the package. It was an envelope. When
I saw my name in the recipient I started sweating. "Did you receive
that from the mail?"

"Yes. Yesterday, actually." I reached my hand to grab it but he held
onto it tightly.  "Can you tell me what that is?"

No better moment than that one to be bold, I suppose? "It's a bunch of
things I purchased from the Internet. Fetish things."

He moved his fingers all over the envelope to get a feel of its
contents.  "I know what that is, Adrian."

I looked at his eyes and smirked. "And what is it, then?"

Dad faced the envelope again, then ripped it open. He pulled out two
airtight zip-lock bags with one boxer briefs and a pair of socks in
them.  "I sold these to you. Adrian... when?"

"When you gave me your laptop to fix."

Dad sighed. "I thought so. So you were the client named Harvey Hawk.
Well played, Adrian, well played."

"Can I have these?"

Dad shrugged. "Suit yourself. You know, all these days I was torturing
myself feeling guilty for playing you, but I have never considered
that you were playing me."

I opened the bag with the briefs and pulled it out, then stretched it
in front of my face. A ripe white piece of underwear with days of
Dad's piss, and it exhaled such a mesmerizing scent that Dad's
jockstrap couldn't hold my cock anymore, and it armed a tent in my
shorts. "When I found out about your site I never envisioned we'd go
this far, though. This is as much your doing as it's mine."

Dad sighed, then grabbed my cock, stroked it a few times and groaned.
"Adrian, you have no idea how much I wanted to do this."

"So you've decided. No going back now." I grabbed the back of his neck
and forced it towards my crotch.

I helped Dad take off my shorts and he gasped in surprise. "So you
made good use of that." He pulled the jockstrap to the side to let my
20cm long cock slide out. "This was for a client, you were aware of
that, right? That'll cost you."

"I'll pay by fucking your ass, now get sucking!"

"Gladly." Dad pulled my foreskin back and lapped my pink head all
over. "Lay down there," he said, pointing to the middle of the bed.

I got up and stripped of all my clothes except for his jockstrap and
laid myself down. Dad kept himself fully dressed and crawled the bed
up towards my crotch. He grabbed my cock and stroked it vigorously
while he sucked my balls vigorously.

"Fuck!"

Dad moved again to my cock and started to suck it. "You like that,
Son?  You like when your daddy sucks your cock like this?"

"I'm fucking loving it, Dad!" I said, pinning his head in place. "And
I'll enjoy your mouth to the fullest." Then I shoved my cock deeper
into his mouth, making him gag.

He took it out and coughed due to his gag reflex. "Damn, Adrian, you
were not joking!" He grabbed my cock again, licked some of the excess
saliva, and added "I'm almost sure I can't handle it all down my
throat. But by all means, we should try."

"Let's try that, then." Dad crawled over me and we kissed for the
first time. It was almost dazing tasting the saltiness of my own
precum in his tongue with his chest pressing against mine. The way he
laid on top of me with his 1.80m of height and generous body made my
own 1.72m tall and slim build disappear, and I loved it.

I pushed him to the side and took his shirt off as quickly as I could.
I kissed his whole belly side to side, and loved with how good his
body hair felt on my face. Kissing my way up was his bulky abs, so
tender and yet so muscular, and pointy nipples. I bit one of them and
pinched the other. Dark brown in color, his aureoles were big and
round, and sucking his nipple was delicious. Dad slid his body below
mine and twitched and moaned as I sucked them.

Then it was his neck. I kissed it ear to ear, right below the line of
his gray, almost white beard, while Dad wanked my cock. "Please,
Adrian," he said, grabbing and holding my head against his, "please,
fuck my mouth now."

"Lay with your head hanging out of the bed, then." We kissed again and
Dad got on his knees to let me get out of the bed. I leaned my knees
right at the edge of the mattress and said "put your mouth here."

Dad didn't lose any time. He laid on his back, let his head hang out
of the bed and opened his mouth wide. "No, no, no," I said, "Close
your mouth now, I want you to sniff your own dirty jockstrap.  And
take off your clothes, already."

"Yes, Son." Dad took only his shorts off and tossed aside, keeping his
underwear on.

I leaned forward, almost sitting on his face. "What's this?" I held
the strap of his briefs and tried to read it upside down. It was
written 'For my loving Son'. "When did you make this?"

"I wrote in it before calling you here", he explained, his voice
muffled by my ass sitting on his mouth.

The writing was recent but the scent coming out of it was definitely
older than that. The cup that was doing its best to hold Dad's hung
cock was already brown in color, and it smelled like piss and cum,
layers and layers of it. "How old is this one?"

"Really old", he said, licking and fucking my asshole with his tongue.
"That one's for my own pleasures."

"That was yours." I merely touched with the tips of my fingers and my
hand held its faint smell. "It is mine now."

"When I wrote this, I was referring to me."

I wiggled my ass against his face, enjoying specially how his nose
rubbed against my asshole. "You're both mine. Now, open wide."

Dad obeyed like the bitch that he was, stretching his tongue out to
his chin. I made no ceremony and slid my cock in right away, slowly
pushing it forward all the way down his throat. Seeing how it widened
under his neck as I pushed my cock forward only made me get
hornier. Dad was taking it all in like a champion, but after a few
thrusts he coughed and slapped my ass to signal me to take it out.

My cock was right above his forehead, dripping in saliva, while his
nose flared as his lungs filled themselves with air. Then he
voluntarily opened his mouth again, and I kept thrusting. Five to six
slow thrusts was all he was able to hold, each time.

"Good, Dad, you're doing well," I said. "But see, I wanted your nose
touching my balls. You think you can handle that?"

Dad just moaned while he gasped for air and nodded, then opened his
mouth wide again. I thrusted my cock in slowly and steadily, all the
way down, then held it there for a few seconds. I felt Dad's nose
blowing hot air on my balls, and that made my whole body shiver. I
rested my arm on his belly but my weight against his chest made him
gag and blow my cock out. He turned around, trying to control his gag
reflexes.

"Breath, slowly. Breathe."

Once he controlled himself he crawled over the bed to get his shorts
and clean his saliva on them. "You almost made a mess here, Adrian."

"But you handled it well, Dad. I really loved fucking your throat."

"Yeah, I loved it too. I need some training, though."

I got up on the bed in front of him and kissed him once again.  "We'll
train that. Now lay down, it's about time I suck your cock."

He kissed me again, laid down and opened his legs wide for me.  "Don't
forget your gift here," he said, strething the waist line of his
underwear.

"You don't worry", I said as I moved my hand over his underwear, held
the cock underneath it and pressed my thumb against his urethra. "I
won't forget it." His cock was laying to its side and at the tip there
was a wide wet circle marking the fabric. I touched a finger there and
pulled it away to observe the thin string of his sticky juice forming.

After I licked the tip of my finger clean I went down to lick some
more of Dad's juices. The smell of his crotch was so strong that my
nostrils were burning. Likely months of wear and tear, piss stains and
dried cum made the scent stronger and more potent, although it smelled
more like bright yellow piss. Its taste was a punch too: it was salty,
but also a bit bitter and pungent.

And I loved it.

I was eager to lick his entire ripe underwear - hell, even put the
stained fabric whole in my mouth - but held back to preserve its scent
for a later occasion. Instead I took it off down to his thighs and his
cock slapped me in the face the moment it got free.

I held it up from the base, in awe. "I told you yours was bigger,"
Dad said.

"Ha ha ha. And I told you it was only in length. Look at this," I
said, pointing to my hand gripping his cock. "A little more girth and
my hand wouldn't be able close around it."

His cock was majestic. Perhaps double of my own girth according to my
own eyeball measurements, its skin was darker than the rest of his
body, and he trimmed his bush short and shaved his balls making them
super smooth. Up top his foreskin covered the whole head giving no
opening for me to look at its swollen head underneath.

"Well? Will you only admire or what?"

"Oh, I'll get to it," I said, stroking it. "In a minute or two.  Let
me service those two bad boys first."

I raised his legs and I got down on his balls. They were too big for
me to dare and suck them both. Made me wonder the sound they'd make
when hitting someone else's ass while Dad fucks them. The scent of his
underwear was faint there but instead I was getting the musk of a day
of walking around without washing.

Dad groaned and twitched every time I sucked one ball in. "Yes, suck
on them harder, Son," he said in-between his moans. "Harder."

I obliged by pressing one ball against the ceiling of my mouth with my
tongue, then pulling it out lightly gritted my teeth against them.

"Yes, Adrian, fuck! Like this, but harder! I want them to hur-" Dad's
phrase was interrupted by his own moaning after I bit one ball, sucked
it in and squeezed it real hard. "E-XA-CTLY like this!"

One stream of glistening precum ran from his cock down to his balls,
salting his balls as I sucked on them. I let go of the balls and ran
my tongue over the track of precum back to the tip of his throbbing
cock but wasn't ready to suck it already.

Instead I moved my tongue down to his balls, then to his perineum,
then raised pushed his legs against his to crank his butt up.  Dad's
asshole was just what I imagined: dark skin like his cock covered by
hair. At first I pressed my thumb against it than ran my pointer
inside his ass crack to coat it with its sweat.  The musky smell that
I stirred up took my breath away, so I pressed my nose against his
perineum, inhaled it all in, then finally licked Dad's asshole.

"Turn around, I want to eat your ass first," I said.

"But already?"

"With my mouth, fucker. This beauty here," I said, slapping his ass,
"is too good for my senses."

Dad laughed. "If you know you were so much into this I'd have prepared
myself better."

"You'll get another shot at that next time. Now turn around, I said."

I moved to his side so he could turn. He took his underwear off,
tossed it on me, then laid on his belly.

Then I laid on his bottom and pressed my face against his ass, groping
both ass cheeks. After I pulled them apart, I lapped his ass crack
from his hip down to his asshole. Dad reciprocated by wiggling his ass
against my face, spreading my own saliva all over my cheeks.

Then there was his asshole. At first I lapped around it, then gently
licked its center with the tip of my tongue. Dad's ass twitched. "It's
tickling," he said.

It looked tight but after I forced my tongue in Dad opened his
sphincter making my tongue slipped in with almost no effort. Dad
breathed heavily in response. "You know you'll have to do that twice,
right?  You WILL fuck me."

I laughed. "No one's complaining here." As I pulled my tongue out he
closed his asshole again. His asshole was pulsating.  "Clench your
asshole again when my tongue's in, Dad."

Dad answered by opening it again. I stuck two fingers in, held its
edges and looked at his gaping hole. "Damn, Dad. Can it open even
more?"

Dad giggled. "Try me."

I folded my tongue in an U shape and with my two fingers holding his
asshole open I put it back in again, then took my fingers off.  I then
pressed my face harder against his ass and fucked his asshole with my
tongue, lapping his inside with vigor. Dad moaned and groaned and
closed his asshole tight around my tongue.

I was ready to get my cock and shove it in right there, but there was
one more thing I wanted to taste. Instead of ordering I just grabbed
him by the hip and pushed him to the side, then immediately grabbed
his cock, sucked at the tip of his foreskin and pulled it all the way
down. "Sigh. I thought I would find some cheese here."

Before he was able to protest I put the glistening head of his cock in
my mouth and started sucking it. I stroked it paying attention to the
indentations on the skin caused by his protruding veins, then took it
off and lapped it up and down.

I wanted to get it down my throat - and I'm sure Dad would approve -
but I knew I wouldn't be able to. His girth would make it so sore I'd
probably not even be able to drink anything without pain. Hell, I was
having trouble putting it in my mouth!

As I kept sucking him he massaged my cock with his leg, holding it
with his first and second toes and stroking it. I looked up and I saw
Dad with his eyes closed, breathing and moaning heavily and pinching
both his nipples as I sucked him. His entire body, our bodies, were
covered with sweat.

After I finished I crawled him over and we kissed and snugged.  I
stroked my cock against Dad's and whispered to his ear, "You want me
to fuck that gaping asshole of yours now?"

"Fuck, yes. I can't hold it anymore. Fuck your Daddy now, Adrian!"  He
yelled.

"Then lean on your side."

We moved our bodies together. Dad turned his back to me, wrapped one
arm behind my neck and raised one leg, exposing his bare ass to me. I
in turn spit on my hand, lubed my cock and placed it in his asshole,
just putting half the head in, then wrapped my arm around the leg he
raised behind its knee and held it against his belly.

"Don't cum inside. I want you to cum on my mouth," he said.

Finally I pressed my belly against his back, kissed him deeply and
shoved it all in, slapping my balls against his. Dad moaned loudly as
he kissed me. "Ouch, Adrian! Yes, like this! Fuck your Daddy hard!"

"You like that, Dad?" I said, taking my cock off his ass then shoving
it all the way in at full force once again. You like being my whore?"

Dad groaned. "Yes, Son, I love it. I'm your big whore, now fuck me!"

He let his arm go of my neck and arched it downwards, exposing his
hairy armpit to me. I still didn't have enough of his musk so I shoved
my nose in there and sniffed it as I fucked him. Me and Dad were
moaning in unison when I started lapping his armpit. Dad and Son
moaning together, mixed with the sound of his ass being slapped at
every thrust.

"Sit on my cock, Dad, I want you to wiggle while you ride it."

Still with my cock in we moved positions. I laid down on my back while
Dad got up. His weight against my body smothered me, which was
overwhelmingly sexy. He then sat on my cock and turned around to face
me. After another kiss he held onto the bed held onto the head of the
bed and began to ride me.

I held onto his thighs as his cock oozed and dripped precum over my
belly while he slowly rode my cock, steadily increasing his pace.  I
groaned every time he went down while he moaned.

"Adrian!" He stopped riding and his body shivered. "I'm almost there!"

"Let's suck each other off then, I'm almost there too."

Dad got up and laid beside me again, his cock pointing to my face.  We
grabbed each other's cock and sucked them lusciously until both our
bodies trembled as we filled each other's mouth with cum.  Dad
swallowed it all without taking my cock off his mouth but I gagged at
his cum together with the volume of his cock.

After we sucked everything until both our cocks got limp in our mouths
we've fallen our heads on top of each other's thighs, sweating and
gasping for air. I still held and played with Dad's limp cock while he
regained control of his trembling body.

After a while, Dad turned around to lay beside me and gave me one slow
and loving kiss. "Thanks, Son. That was beyond amazing."

I kissed him once again. "Thank you, Dad. I'm glad we finally finished
what we started that other night."

Dad laughed. "Indeed."

I was still exhausted, so Dad got up, went to the bathroom and grabbed
a towel. He cleaned all the juices from his cock and ass, than dried
himself off of the sweat, then handed the towel over to me. Even at
that stage I couldn't resist to sniff it too.

"You're one thirsty fucker, you know that?" Dad said.

"Well, you made me like that," I said, smiling. "And don't forget to
build that cheese up next time."

Dad nodded. "Aye. You could skip some days of cleaning, too.  I also
love cleaning a ripe cock."

"Roger that. And what about that club?"

"The offer's still on. I'm kind of jealous of sharing you, though."

"Me? If anything, it'll be I the one to fuck you, in front of everyone
else. Maybe I'll share you with others," I said, laughing. "Maybe."

Dad threw himself on the bed again and rested his head on my
chest. "Fair enough. You know, I'm glad I ended up listening to your
mom."

"Heh," I said, caressing his hair, "so she knew in the end."