Date: Tue, 19 Mar 2024 23:56:16 +0000 From: dicksonhill2@proton.me Subject: Quick and Dirty Tales: Senior Junior Trip ---------------- The following is a new series of quick and dirty tales, only related by the subject matter and that they all happen in the same universe (as do all my stories). Please remember that this is all fantasy and should not be taken as endorsement of the behaviors herein. Children cannot consent. That being said we all take out our cocks and relieve a bit of tension on Nifty, try taking out your wallet and relieve their tension by donating to keep the site open. If you enjoy the story, you can read my others: "Lonely Little Boy" "The Neighbor Dad" "A Note to Heaven" and the poorly received "Revanche", or you could search Dicksonhill and pull up all my submissions. If you'd like to chat I do so on Telegram @Dicksonhill and at proton mail @ Dicksonhill2@protonmail.me. I appreciate feedback and chat. -------------- Everything had been weird for the past few weeks. My son, Jackson Summers the Third, "Trip", was being really squirrelly. He seemed upset and when I would ask him about it, he would get moody and sort of scratch at his backside, look at me plaintively, but say nothing else and would walk away. He began complaining about the heat of the summer, and was soon just walking around the house in a T-shirt, undies and socks. My wife and I were concerned and continually sought to aid him but he stone walled us. My beautiful son, sun-kissed light brown hair, who was becoming sullen and withdrawn, my son who was the light of my life, formerly full of life, affectionate and loving. I was wild with grief. My father, Jack Senior, gave me some advice and had me send him down the block to his house more often. This seemed to calm Trip down. He'd come home with a smile, hair matted, sweaty and tired. At first I was thrilled my little boy had found balance again, was smiling and if possible more affectionate than he was before. It became a pattern, Trip would start getting sullen and a visit with my father would fix it. Neither one would offer an explanation about the turn around, and for some reason I was afraid to ask, lest the spell be broken. After each visit with my dad, Trip came home tired and sweaty, but increasingly affectionate. For a time he would come home and just want to be near me, my wife found it adorable, and to be fair I was thrilled. Being near me began to not be enough, he became more touchy. Just holding my hand when we went somewhere, leaning or laying on me when watching tv or reading, and giving me lingering kisses when it was time for bed. All this made me proud to be his dad, however, it was the long, seemingly too intimate staring into my eyes, that was throwing me off. Somehow this was changing the way I saw him. When he came back with that sweaty glow, my heart started beating. There was a new smell to him, and a musk, familiar, that somehow tickled the back of my head as if searching for a memory. I found myself looking forward to the time spent with him and my wife certainly encouraged it. I opened my arms to him, invited him in, I was starting to crave his presence, his scent. It suddenly dawned on me that I was longing for him. I think it was the time I realized I had an erection after I sent him to my dad's place from the anticipation of the increased affection and that haunting aroma, that I finally allowed my brain to ask what was it that had brought this change to my lovely child. His transformation was transforming me, and I had to know why. I found I was ashamed that I began snooping on him. The next time I sent him to his grandfather's, I went to his computer and pulled up his browsing history. It was clean… suspiciously clean, as in it appeared he never looked up anything. I looked for a diary, nothing. Under his bed and mattress, nada. He had no personal phone so obviously couldn't snoop there. I stood pondering when I spied his hamper. I knew there would be nothing in there but his dirty clothes, but those clothes would have that scent. I started shaking as I opened the hamper. My cock was like steel, I fished around and found a pair of his underwear. I pulled them up and put them on my face as I huffed the scent. I heard the groan that escaped my throat. They smelled of little boy and an earthy spice and that… something else that beckoned memories. I could feel the damp in my own underwear. I came to understand, I was sexually attracted to my little boy. The realization shook me, I was devastated and yet fueled by the new knowledge. I took out my turgid member, and right in the middle of his room, jacked off into his little undies. I pulled my uncut cock rubbing the sensitive tip where his penis would lay. I felt the fabric soaking up my precum. I brought them to my nose and smelled the seat of the briefs, where they would rub against that little rosebud. I was jealous of my boy's undies. I placed my fat cock on the seat of his briefs and stroked my dick for all it was worth. I closed my eyes and imagined my boy grunting as my cock sought to gain deeper and deeper purchase into his little tight tunnel. I blew what felt like a month of pent up cum into his innocent little white cotton undergarment. I had to catch myself, I felt so light headed. The afterglow came with guilt and a purpose that I had a lot to think about. But I heard the front door shut. I quickly threw his cum wet undies into the hamper and zipped up making it out of his room before he could come down the hall. I was nervous but tried to play it cool. Trip had that smile and the glow as well as the familiar funky aroma that always came with him after he visited my dad. I inquired about his visit and how he was doing. "I feel really good daddy." I was still feeling nervous having put a load of my cum in his little briefs, but I still wanted the closeness. "Want to watch a movie?" I suggested. "YES! Is mom gone?" He asked, jumping into my arms. I kissed his head lightly, smelling my sweet sweaty boy, "She's gone till tomorrow." I sighed, his smell affecting me. "Can we cuddle?" He bashfully asked. I brushed his soft brown hair off of his forehead, "Anything you like." I hugged him and rubbed his little bottom. He squeezed me back and jumped out of my arms. He went to his room to put his things away. I went to go make popcorn and put on the movie, "Time and Time Again"", based off of his favorite book series. I set myself down and seemed to wait a while. I found I was again hard, even after just beating off into his underwear. I was wearing khaki shorts, with a bit of room, but when I looked down, I was horrified to find a not insignificant dark damp spot on my bulge. I put the bowl of popcorn on my lap to prevent Trip from spotting my shameful spot. Trip was taking a while so I called out to him. "Are we going to watch a movie buddy?" He seemed both flustered and more happy than I'd seen him in a while. He was only dressed in what appeared to be sweaty damp white undies, but he was very hard in them. His eyes, his face, even his lips, seemed to shine in his happiness. He came over and gave me a big hug and a wet kiss on the lips. I was surprised but pleased. I liked my lips and tasted his salty kiss. He must have eaten something. He asked me to move the popcorn bowl so he could sit on my lap. I reluctantly moved the bowl, he saw the wet spot and smiled before moving onto my lap. I was instantly hard. He pulled my arms around him and leaned back into my embrace. Trip began squirming around on my lap as though he was trying to get comfortable. This obviously made me leak more due to the friction, if he didn't notice my rigid cock beneath him he must not have been paying any attention. I was getting too hot and asked him to move to the side so I could rub his back. He obliged begrudgingly and moved off laying on his stomach across my lap. I'm sure he could still feel my turgid member poking his ribs, but he had yet to react to it. As I began rubbing his back, I took the moment to look over his lean smooth body. His undies, white and brief, held his perky bottom perfectly, like two eggs in a hanky. As I was admiring him I noticed the crack of his panties were wet. I was shocked, had I leaked so much the cotton absorbed it? I looked closer, I couldn't believe I leaked that much, the material was nearly see through. Was it sweat? I wanted so badly to smell him, I was so turned on I could feel precum burbling out of my cock. Thankfully he got up to pee, he was very erect himself. He looked at my pants and rubbed his side, and with a little smile said, "Daddy you're getting me all wet." He blushed and quickly dashed to the bathroom. I blushed as well. Thank god, I squeezed my bulge, trying to get some relief. I groaned and thought of me squeezing a load into his tighty whities earlier… FUCK! Was he wearing the briefs I jacked off into? Was that what the wet spot was? I jumped up and ran quietly to his room and his hamper… the briefs were gone! FUCK! I nearly panicked and then I saw them on his bed. My heart beat like crazy, I must have left them when I heard he had come home in my hurry. I swiftly picked them up, sniffed them again and realized this pair was nearly dry… damn were the briefs he was now wearing my cum drenched briefs? No these were Jockeys, the ones he was wearing had a yellow and black set of stripes on the band. I looked closer and I could see where I deposited my load, I guess I didn't shoot as much as I thought since they were nearly dry… I put them into the hamper, for sure this time. I hurried back to the couch. Trip was sitting there and asked where I went. I told him I had to check on some laundry, and sat beside him. He cuddled into my side, legs pulled up to him. Trip laced my arm around him so that it hung down to his bottom. I pulled him to me, holding his butt cheek. He sighed and pretty much melted into my side. I took a chance and left my hand on his cotton covered ham, he just purred into me. I almost swore he turned his head and took a big whiff of my armpit. At this angle I could see his erection poking his sweaty white briefs. I began rubbing his perfect half globe. My hand came into contact with the wet area of his briefs. I let my fingers trace the valley of his damp ass. Trip felt like he was pushing his rump into my hand. I became aware of his hand on my shorts covered thigh, not moving but perilously close to my package. My cock burped out a glob of precum. I looked down, it looked as if I peed myself. Trip chose then to lay his head on my lap, his motion moved my hand directly over the nearly transparent cloth covering the trough between his soft cheeks. The damp spot had grown. It was beginning to consume all of my attention. I pressed my finger down into the cleft, and felt a soft, squelching, squishy, smoosh. It felt warm and wet, my sense of alarm grew. I let my finger explore, I found his little button hole, it felt swollen and hot. I would have assumed it was painful, maybe hemorrhoids, if I hadn't realized Trip was pushing back on my finger and groaning slightly. I looked down at him, he grunted, pushed back and moved his hand onto my precum soaked groin. I freaked. "What are you doing!?" Trip confessed, "I'm really enjoying what you are doing, so I figured I'd return the favor." His voice, thick with amusement I stopped "I'm sorry," I said, but had to admit to myself that I was basically molesting my son by feeling him and getting off on it. But, really, that went out the window as I now understood my son was likely being fucked and floored when I put it together that it was my own father who was likely the culprit, and that I was harder than ever really sent me for a loop. I took my hand away from his y-fronts and sniffed my fingers… definitely cum. I tried to ignore his little hand fondling, my leaking pole. I put my hand back down to his underclothing but swiftly went under the waistband and between his furrow. I felt the still open but closing wet gape between his apparently abused cheeks. I pulled out my glistening fingers, was this my fathers cum. I was so engrossed I didn't notice my son was basically sucking the precum out of my bulging khakis. I was at a do or die stage, let this continue and molest my son for real or stop and go beat the shit out of my dad. Somehow, however, I found my glistening fingers in my mouth, tasting my son and my father. My son was working down my zipper, popping the button off my shorts. The decision basically made itself. I lifted my hips and let my son rip down my shorts, boxers and all. I, in turn ripped off his undies and let my fingers plunge into his cum dripping hole. He moaned and pushed back onto my fingers, as he dropped his little mouth onto my achingly hard cock. "Grandpa said today would be the day, I didn't believe him." He said around my penis. I paused, "What do you mean?" My dad answered for him, I jumped, he had sneaked in sometime ago. He said, "Trip called him once he saw that you came in his briefs. He has been wanting this for a long time but was afraid to tell you." Dad moved into the room slowly, watching us. "It took me a couple of weeks of coaxing, but he finally told me what I had been suspecting for a while... he wanted you to make love to him." The way he said it so simply and as a matter of fact, like I'd have been a fool not to have seen it. "I helped him get ready." It hit me, then, that I'd been smelling dads cum in my son for a while, that was the familiar scent. I hadn't removed my fingers from my son's hole, massaging my dad's cum around his swollen anus, Trip continued sucking me while my father went on. "Your boy said, after our first visit, you became more affectionate." Was it really me that changed? "He told me you started touching him more and staring at him and kissing him long kisses, he said it was like you were possessed." The smells from my son were indeed driving me, but upon reflection, I guess subconsciously, I wanted my dads cum too. Dad continued, "Junior, I've known, somewhere inside me, for a long time you wanted me." Dad stepped up to me, his grey sweats obscenely tented. "I just didn't realize it until I saw it in your own son, except this time, for you." He was rubbing his long bulge in front of my face as he stepped closer, my eyes fixed on his crotch. He pulled down the front of his sweats, his cock sprang up, uncut head dripping precum. The smell from his crotch hit me and a flood of memories came rushing to me. My dad, holding me after a days work… My dad, stripping out of his underwear while talking to me as he got ready for his shower… Me, sniffing his tighty whities damp from a day's work… Me, frustrated crying in my bedroom holding his briefs… Then: My Son, hugging me as I came home from work… Me, catching my son spying on me in the shower… My son, looking at me longingly with the same expression I had for my own dad… It all hit like a ton of bricks as my father held my head and gently pulled my face to his crotch. He said, "I'm sorry I didn't realize it sooner." My eyes were leaking. I think from realization of a repressed dream, and sudden absolute happiness as I engulfed my father's large penis. I felt my son smile around my own cock, my dad gently brush his fingers along my jaw as he beamed down at his two boys. Jack Sr. exhaled, "We've got a lot of lost time to make up for." ------------ If you'd like to contact me, you can do so at: Dicksonhill2@protonmail.com Or @dicksonhill on telegram