Date: Tue, 4 Aug 2020 11:32:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: Matt Montana <drcock40@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sniffing my dads underwear CHAPTER 4 ( nifty - gay - incest )

Sniffing my dads underwear CHAPTER 4
By drcock
drcock40@yahoo.com or kik me at drcock1990

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I was also wondering at that time was that normal, gross or perverted to
sniff somebody's used underwear? I didn't know but I was pretty sure Dave
much enjoying the smell of my old man's crotch. Dave continued sniffing the
sweaty underwear while he pumped slowly on his cock. Every couple of pumps
or so, he would cup the head of his cock and rotated his hand smearing the
oozing liquid over the tip. After a while, the pace picked up and soon he
was furiously sliding his hand up and down his cock from balls to tip.

"Oh yeah, yeah, yeah" Dave's body convulsed as I heard a groan, a pant, a
moan and thick milky white liquid erupted from his cock head spraying all
over his stomach and chest.

"Fuck yeah!" Dave cried still beating hard his eyes closed as one more
eruption shot a load clear over his shoulder and another landing on Dads
worn briefs that almost fully covered his face. There must have been 5
shots erupted like volcano.

"Fuck" he cried as now dribbles of thick white liquid oozed out his
motionless hand as it squeezed hard on his shaft.

"Holy shit!" Dave's hand letting go and falling by his sides as his cock
began to soften and returned to more like its normal size and flopped over
his thigh.

"Oh fuck yeah" Dave cried out again as his breathing became more normal.

He started rubbing the white liquid on his chest and then he scooped up a
large gob on one finger and put it in his mouth. He sucked the finger clean
with a huge smile on his face. A few moments later, Dave sat up, removed
his briefs from his ankles and used it to clean the liquid off his abs and
chest. He was whistling as he did this.

Then he got up and I rushed to my bed immediately even if it meant making a
lot of noise. I quickly climbed into my bed and threw a blanket over
me. The room was dimly lit by a small lamp on the nightstand. Dave came out
from the bathroom a moment later and through my half opened eyes I watched
him opening his bag then carefully put Dads underwear in like his newest
precious. He came to bed exhausted from the previous jo session and slid in
next to me. Then he promptly fell asleep. I laid in bed thinking about Dad
and what a good time Dave'd had with his sweaty briefs. All I knew was the
fact that I was more attracted to old man like Dad rather than young boy
like Dave. I was starting to think about my sexual orientation. Was I
probably a queer? Was I a fucking 12 year old pervert? Was I sick for
drooling over my own studly father huh? I knew that time that being gay,
was not a good thing in my parent's mind. Mom had always made nasty remarks
about fairies and queers. I also figured if Dad ever found out that his
only son was fucking pansy - much less had the hots for his own bod! He'd
throw me out into the streets like last week's garbage to fend for
myself. Told me he never wanted to see or have anything to do with me ever
again. That was fucking terrible!!! Then I drifted off to sleep which
wasn't restful and I was constantly dreaming during the night, and the
dreams were always of Dad and his sexy body.

It was light outside when I woke up next morning. I turned over to see what
time it was and found it was almost 9 in the morning.

I looked over at Dave and was only lying halfway under the blankets. One
leg sticking out hanging over the bed.

"Hey Dave, get up, daylights burning" I said as I hit him over the head
with my pillow.

After a few grunts and growns Dave opened his eyes and then smirked at me,
"What's the hurry man. We could sleep in for God's sake." As he turned and
saw it was almost 9 in the morning.

"Wow!" he said, "I never sleep this late!"

"Boys, you all want some coffee?" came from my bedroom door. Dad was bare
chested standing in the doorway in his fancy white shorts.

"Sure Dad, be right there, but I gotta piss first." I said.

Dave stretched, yawned and tried to rub the sleep out of his eyes.

"Good morning Dave!" Dad said. "How did you sleep?"

"Awesome Uncle Troy!" Dave responded cheerfully. "I never slept so good in
all my life."

Dad smiled. "Come on, time for some breakfast!"

And with that, Dad walked away and went downstairs. Dave got up from the
bed immediately and followed Dad obediently. He walked just behind him and
never turning his eyes away from him, obviously delighted by the sight of
his muscular back, hairy legs and hot ass.

I headed to the bathroom to piss and take care of my morning rituals. Then,
I went downstairs, grabbing some coffee. Dave was already in the kitchen
with my parents. When I came in and sat down at the table for breakfast,
Dave was sipping his morning coffee, fully enjoying watching Dad as he
devoured his breakfast.

Mom was pouring me a cup and handed it to me.

"Thanks Mom!". As I sipped the hot black coffee, I slowly started to wake
up.

Then, Dad looked at Mom and said, "Honey, I thought I'd get the lawn mowed
before we get some other things done."

"Hmmmm ok honey. Just take your time, but I'd like to hit the grocery store
today." Mom responded.

"Fine with me honey." Dad finished his breakfast and rose up to walk back
upstairs to his bedroom.

A few minutes later Dad came back in the kitchen wearing cutoffs that were
shorter and a lot more worn than the plain shorts he had on earlier and a
pair of tennis shoes.

The cutoffs looked like they were no longer strong enough to hold in his
package and were very frayed. They were tight too. Where the jeans were
blue in some places they were also worn almost white in places like his
bulge and where his ass pushed them out. They were fucking hot as well as
almost obscene. For the first time I also noticed that Dad was a fucking
walking wet dream and I felt myself getting hard again under the table.

"The lawn shouldn't take long honey." and with that he was out the
door. After we finished the breakfast, Dave and I helped Mom to clear the
table and wash the dirty dishes. By the time we finished and prepared to
walk out of the kitchen, Dad came in shiny and damp in sweat. Since he had
just reeked from mowing the lawn, all of his muscles were still
bulging. And Dave and I were right in front of this magnificent body and as
he wasn't wearing a shirt either, there was sweat everywhere on Dad,
appearing on all these bulging, flexing muscles, coating his skin,
gathering in drops in the wiry hair on his chest, arms and legs, running
down in small rivulets in the thick mat of his chest hair, encircling his
tiny, hard nipples, cascading down over his belly. His sweat soaked through
his cutoffs too. The sweat from Dad creating an intoxicating odor, filling
my nose with a pure, overpowering smell of total masculinity. He was stank
and I guess he had noticed somehow.

My eyes traveled down to the sweat covered chest which was full of wet,
matted hair. I looked at Dad's golden chest glistening with sweat. The
coating of sweat on his body made his muscles seem all that much bigger and
rounder. He was also damp underneath the armpits and I could smell rancid,
heavy sweat from his pits.

"I need a drink, fuck I'm thirsty."

Grabbing a cold bottle of water from the cooler, he opened the bottle and
raised it up to his lips, then quickly gulping it down like a camel dying
of thirst. While he was drinking the water, Dad ran his free hand under his
arm pits and flipped the sweat into the air. With his freehand, he felt his
chest down across his abs and scratched his belly hair.

Dad drank greedily till emptying the bottle, and then put the bottle down
realizing that he had appeared to drink piggishly. Having quenched his
thirst, he looked at us, then said "Oops, sorry, I was real thirsty."

By the time Dad walked in, the house was beginning getting hot. Dad was
still standing in front of us. He was sweating some more too, not that it
was cool in the old house by any means, even with the windows open it was
really hot. Dad's idea of air-conditioning was the breeze blowing through
the screens. It was rough living there. As the sweat kept pouring off his
forehead, he went to the sink, splashed water in his face and chest. The
sweat continued to drip off him. He got a clean hand towel and used it to
dry his face and chest, then wiped out each armpit.

"Well honey I was burning up in the sun. I gotta take a shower it is so hot
out I sweat so much. I'm stinking right now!". Dad talked to Mom who was
still busy in the kitchen.

Mom mumbled, "Honey, don't forget to change your clothes for laundry
tomorrow!"

"Sure honey." And with that he went upstairs to his bedroom.

As he walked pass us, he was so warm, almost hot, and the scent of him was
strong. Once Dad was leaving, Dave was following him almost simultaneously
and slowly headed up the stairs. Dave just kept watching Dad's ass as he
stepped up the stairs behind him. Meanwhile, I wandered into the living
room to get a comic book then went upstairs back to my room. At the top of
the stairs, I walked down the hall past Dad's room and I could hear the
shower running loudly. I made my way to my bedroom and went straight to my
bed. But, I didn't see Dave in the room. I was sprawling in my bed reading
my comic and I could hear the water running in Dad's room, which was just
next to mine. After a while, the water stopped running and it became so
quiet. A moment later, Dave opened the door and walked in whistling with a
contented smile on his face. Then when he took out something from his left
pocket to put in his bag, I began to smell that the air in my room was ripe
with some sweaty musky scent. As I slowly inhaled the heady smell, my
instinct told me it got something to do with the thing Dave just kept in
his bag.

"Where'd you been?" I asked with curiosity.

"I, uh, just decided to take a little time to myself that's all", he
stammered then past by me and walked out of the room. After finished
reading my comic in bed, I joined Dave in living room to watch our favorite
tv show American Chopper.

The rest of the day was spent watching TV, reading and at some point Mom
and Dad went out to grocery store. Once they're back from shopping, Mom
said that the house needed a clean and that we would order out for our
dinner. We cleaned the house and I noticed Dave kept looking at Dads crotch
as much as he could during the rest of the day. Dave's behavior had
influence over me and I would cast an eye on Dad once a while. Sometimes I
could even see his dick flopping and moving behind the material of his
shorts as he moved back and forth in the house. To my surprise it dawned on
me that it was the first time I had seen Dad in this kind of outfit. To my
knowledge, he would normally wear underwear under the shorts. As we
finished the cleaning, the pizza came and Dad paid for it. We sat in the
sofa eating and watching TV, seeing some pieces of a film here and there.

Dad had gulped three beer or four while spending most of the time sitting
in the sofa talking to Mom. As the beer kicked in and it was really making
him relax, I could hear Dad whispering and Mom giggling. Then, they started
hugging and kissing for some time but it also concerned us. Interrupting
them seemed inappropriate, but watching them also seemed to violate their
privacy. So, Dave and I decided to call it a night around 9 pm.

It was the final night Dave sharing my bed and all though it was difficult
I did manage to sleep some. But, 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 Dad fucking Mom in their room. I knew pretty
well it was their routine happening every Saturday night. Dad won't be
getting any sex when he was away on the weekdays. There was once I heard
Dad telling his buds that he won't just ignore his wedding vows with Mom
and make love to another woman when he was away from home, and he said that
would be adultery. If that was true, he would have to relieve days of
accumulated sexual tension every Saturday night back home.

It was hardly light out as I laid there letting my eyes adjust. I looked
over at Dave but he wasn't in bed. He was nowhere to be seen in the room
either. Leaning my ear against the concrete wall, I could hear any sound of
Dad groaning and moaning. Surprisingly I got real hard-on for the very
first time after countless times hearing a big man like Dad fucking
Mom.....

... to be continued