Date: Tue, 24 Feb 2009 08:44:52 -0800 (PST) From: dws202 Subject: "Object of my desire" This story is my own work based on my own recollections, all the usual disclaimers and warnings apply. If you like what you read or want to hear more let me know at dws202@yahoo.com, all flames will be ignored. I started obsessing about it in my early teens, staring at all the beautiful backsides on all the boys and men in school, on the street, wherever I happened to be. At first I wasn't sure why, I hadn't had enough experience to figure out what aroused me about them, but after some fooling around with a few male friends I started to figure out what fun guys could have with each other. Once, when doing the usual tentative feeling around with another boy down the street, he asked if he could show me something. After I said sure, before I knew what was happening my underwear was around my ankles and he was spreading my cheeks and attacking my hole with his tongue. It felt so incredible that I didn't recoil when he asked me to do the same with him, and much to my surprise I enjoyed drilling his hole with my tongue as much as I had enjoyed getting it done to me. After that, I knew what I wanted when I stared at men's asses or checked out dirty pictures, but there was one surprise left. I found myself staring most longingly at one ass I never expected to covet-my own father's. My dad was just over 40, fit and handsome-if he had been any stranger on the street I wouldn't have been surprised to find myself thinking about him while I stroked myself. But my own dad, how could I be getting so worked up about him? Still, I was, and late at night when my hand moved down into my pajamas and I started to think of all the guys that I wanted to do dirty things with, eventually it came down to dad and his beautiful ass. As much fun as it had been doing it to the boy down the street, it was my dad's hole that my tongue really wanted to service, and the utter depravity of that thought drove me absolutely nuts. I tried as much as possible to catch a glimpse of the object of my desire, which wasn't difficult. Dad wasn't too shy, and I could usually see him coming and going from the shower to his bedroom in the nude. I captured every aspect of the glimpse, particularly those muscular hairy mounds of flesh in the back, to savor later at night under the covers. I had recently gone even further in my sexual explorations and found out what else boys liked to put up their holes other than tongues, and enjoyed it immensely. So even as I thought about servicing my dad's hole, I also imagined finishing with his beautiful cock up my own. Soon, I couldn't stand just thinking about, but I knew what I wanted would never happen in reality. But surely there was at least some way I could bring a little of my fantasy to life. That's when I decided to sneak into his room when I was alone in the house one afternoon and take a pair of his briefs out of the hamper-he or mom wouldn't miss one pair of dirty underwear for a day or two. I hid my treasure under my bed and could barely contain myself in waiting for bedtime. That night, safely in my bed alone, I pulled out those briefs and stared at them. At first I wasn't sure what had made me do what I had done-what was I supposed to do with them now? This was too twisted, sick and perverted. But the attraction was too strong, and the next thing I knew I was inching my face into the interior of my dad's underwear, smelling deeply the lingering musk of his cock, balls and hairy crack. I could see them all in my mind from those glimpses out of the shower as my tongue instinctively reached out and found the fabric that had been clamped around his dirty private parts. The backside of the briefs was still pungent with the smell of his crack, and I licked and sucked every square inch of the cloth that had rubbed against his beautiful hairy bunghole. I imagined him straddling my face and pushing that hole deep down onto my tongue, making me service him and satisfying all my sick and perverted lusts as my own cock shot what seemed like gallons of cum. The next day, the briefs went back to the hamper, but the twisted pleasure they gave me makes me stiffen every time I think about them.