Date: Thu, 21 Nov 2019 14:12:28 +0000 (UTC) From: stephen richard Subject: Sniffing my dads underwear CHAPTER 1 ( nifty - gay - incest ) Sniffing my dads underwear CHAPTER 1 By drcock drcock40@yahoo.com or kik me at drcock1990 [Disclaimer: This story is a work of my true experience slightly altered with some fiction. If you are under the legal age of eighteen or if the story of father and son incest do not appeal to you, please leave immediately! I won't continue this story if I aint got no good responses from you guys. Your kind words do mean a lot to me as a sort of motivation. You are welcome to email me at drcock40@yahoo.com or kik me always at drcock1990. If you would love to read more but just can't wait for me to post them on nifty, you may make a request through email or kik then I'll be more than pleased to send you an advance copy. Last but not least, PLEASE CONSIDER TO MAKE DONATION TO NIFTY AS THEY NEED YOUR FINANCIAL SUPPORT TO KEEP THEM ALIVE. Thanks!] I woke suddenly at the middle of night, by the sound of pounding and groaning. The groaning sounded like a bear eating a poor victim. Yes, it was my dad, a real horn dog fucking my mom in his room, which was just next to my room. Leaning my ear against the concrete wall, I could hear any sound of my dad groaning and moaning. I instantly got real hard-on by hearing a big man like my dad fucking my mom. The bedroom door was still banging rhythmically. Suddenly, there was a loud grunt, then I heard my dad's panting before it was silent. I jerked my 6 inches cock harder and then came after my dad. My name is Matt, Matt Montana. I know that it is not right to have sexual fantasies about my dad, Troy Montana. But no matter how I tried, I just couldn't get him out of my mind. Ever since I hit puberty at age 12, my dad became the first man that I liked most. I am 17 now and my dad is still looking great at 47. He is truely a fucking beast of a monster man. At 5' 9 1/2" tall and 205 lbs, he has a beefy muscle masculine body covered in a massive coat of black and grey hair. He has sun bronzed skin, a slight belly, looking mighty hot with his fucking huge monster arms and massive hairy chest! His shirt is barely able to contain those monster pecs of him as if crammed into the shirt purposely purchased small. His broad fucking shoulders are twice as wide as his hips. He has tree trunk legs muscled and covered in dark curly hair. He is balding but still has some black and grey close cropped hair. His face has a square jaw with a terrifically looking moustache and beard. Even sometimes he may shave his beard, his chin still shows the dark shadow of stubble, but by nighttime it has grown out again. He always looks scruffy. He is real man's man. But, I don't inherit good genes from him as I am the opposite of my dad in almost every other way. I look pretty much like my mom skinny with a slim swimmers build and short. I am smooth chested and not hairy like my dad. So I don't know what happened to me. My dad is indeed a massive and authoritative man. Some people will look at him with a mixture of awe and fear. Even though I am the only child of my dad, I still have much fear and respect for him. In fact, all along our relationship is not really close like father and son. Most of the time, we don't have much conversation between us. Maybe that's because he isn't able to spend much time with us at home due to his work. Ever since I was a kid, my dad have been working 100 miles away from home and only be back on the weekends. So, I never know how deep he loves me as his only son. I grew up insecure about myself and I didn't have a foundation to grow on. The father-son relationship is severely lacking. My dad isn't the kind of man content of working in office. But, he prefers to work as blue collar to earn money for our family. He is a mechanic servicing and repairing trucks. His work is very physical. Due to his job requirements, sometimes he may have to lift heavy objects, climbing up and down. There is always a mixture of grease, dirt and sweat on his work clothes by the time the work day is over. His work does make him smell of an overwhelming aroma of male animal on his body when he is back from workshop. And being the kind of guy who gets off on the smell of other guy's bodies, this aroma - his scent - drives me fucking nuts! His job also helps him to build the body where the muscles are hard like granite. So his muscles are all natural and made from real labor works. He is always in good shape. As to my knowledge, he has never worked out in gyms to build that kind of massive body. When he is home, he is always active - working in the yard, renovating the house, walking rather than driving, etc. His "after work" outfit is most often a white T-shirt and tight, faded 501's. The T-shirt clung to his chest and arms like a second skin - clearly outlining his firm pecs, with their large nipples which always seem to be erect, and his huge biceps. I love the way his heavy pelt of chest fur peaked out through the neck of his shirt and the short sleeves exposed the profusion of hair on his strong arms. When he raises his arms, I could catch a glimpse of the thick forest of hair in his pits. His tight, worn jeans shows off his high, round, tight ass and thick muscular thighs and calves. The front of the jeans are worn and faded in all the right places to show off his large basket. We could actually see the outline of his cock and balls through the material. While at home, he would wear a pair of shorts and walk around bare-chested in the house and yard every second the sun is out, proudly presenting his broad shoulders, his bulging, hairy pecs and his muscles. I always admire the way the hair on his chest narrowed to a thin line over his stomach, dipping down into the waistband of his shorts. I also have an unobstructed view of his thick muscular thighs and calves with their coating of soft, short, curly brown silk. At his back, the thin fabric clings so tightly to his butts that you could see his taut, well-rounded ass-cheeks rising, flexing and dimpling with every step he walks. The front flexible material could clearly outline his impressive balls and cock that tent the shorts and stretch the fabric to the limit. But, nudity is never a common thing in our house. My dad isn't open about nudity and he is particularly shy about showing off his body naked or walking around the house in just underwear. Usually he will wear underwear underneath his shorts at home all the time. But, my dad is very cocksure and very proud of his endowment. He always brags with his buddies about how women flocked over his cock before he married my mom. My dad could really get a lot of attention in the park, at the mall, wherever and whenever but it's always fine with him. Women always flirt with him outrageously, and I think he bedded quite a number before he married my mom. Men will stare at him enviously, admiring his hot body. There were several other gay men who obviously went out of their way to stare wantonly at my dad's masculine magnificence. Dad was modestly aware of their interest and always smiled and spoke to them in his easy-going, friendly manner. At first before I was old enough to understand the reasons, I was in awe of the increase in dimensions of some of the men's cocks as they watched my dad bare-chested in just shorts while working in yard. By the time I understood, I began to experience how it felt like when drooling over my own studly father. I bet they would fucking fall to their knees and beg just for my dad's cock. But there was no fucking way they were going to approach him as he is a straight man! Like most young boys, I knew that I was officially in adolescence at 12-years old when I had my first wet dream and black pubic hair began to grow around my cock. I was a horny youth! I masturbated at least once a day during my adolescence. Now I am 17, things just getting worst as my 6 inches cock needs to shoot a load two to three times a day. I know I am gay because I am masturbating about man not woman, particularly fantasizing about my dad. I rationalize this by saying to myself that I just miss spending time with him because he works so much, and I simply eroticize that desire for him as a teenager. I had never thought of my dad sexually until my cousin Dave mentioned how hot my dad was after we both were lucky enough to see him in just a pair of sexy tight briefs. Then only I actually gave it a deep thought and admitted my dad was hot as hell - no question about it. But, the impact of that incident on me was totally altering my life that justified who I am and what I want. I was soon turned into a fucking pervert drooling over my dad's body and getting addicted into sniffing his dirty underwear. I still remember it started that day during winter break when my cousin was staying with us for few days........... ... to be continued.